Cheng Ting frowned and looked at Wu Jin, feeling that Wu Jin had changed a lot since returning from Guanyi.
He is still the same person, and his posture and appearance are still the same as before, but Wu Jin, before taking the exam, has the most youthful spirit, confidence and calmness, and dignity, as if he is a dragon, colt, and phoenix chick walking out of the book.
It fully reveals the character of a scholar.
At that time, he thought that Wu Jin would continue to be so high-spirited, win the title of first prize, become the first scholar, be promoted to a higher position, become a noble man, wear purple clothes and have a golden waist.
Unexpectedly, when I saw him today, he was as withered and fallen as the autumn grass.
"Wu Jin, you. You." Cheng Ting withdrew his gaze and looked at his toes, "Do you think your uncle is not a good person?"
He lowered his voice: "Did you also hear about the leaked merchant's confession to my uncle?"
Wu Jin nodded calmly and rationally: "He is not a good person, but it is not because of Luo Bo Shang. The Mo Jiedu Envoy you know is just the tip of the iceberg floating on the water."
He was unemotional and made a very fair assessment: "He is a devil."
After hearing his words, Cheng Ting's heart pounded again, and his head couldn't stop turning left and right, trying to see if anyone from the Mo family was around.
No, just them and a group of onlookers.
He quietly breathed a sigh of relief, not daring to touch Mo Qianlan's true face - this uncle had a cold heart, as if he had been like this since he was born, and did not want to warm anyone.
"If you don't go to study, I won't go either. I originally just wanted to play with Leaf. If you didn't want to see Mr. Zhao and uncle, I called Leaf out and the three of us went horse racing."
He thought for a while and then said: "Don't be as knowledgeable as Lingfeng. Look at her getting angry and even beating up the governor."
Wu Jin smiled and didn't answer. He just said goodbye to Cheng Ting and said he was going to the bakery to help.
Cheng Ting couldn't stop him, so he had to let him go. When he turned around and saw the candy man stall, he took out the few copper coins he had and bought one, hoping to give it to Mo Lingfeng.
In his opinion, Mo Lingfeng's temperament was really weird. She was not interested in strangers by nature. When she was a child, she would not drink milk from the wet nurse's arms. She had to squeeze it out. Mo Qianlan held her and fed her with a spoon.
But that's external.
She is more sincere to her own people than anyone else.
I'm afraid Mo Lingfeng is also very sad today. He wants to comfort him, and he also wants to try the rock candy walnuts made by Wu Jin.
Wu Jin walked all the way home. As he walked, he felt that his chest was so tight, like a ball of wet cotton. He couldn't spit it out no matter what, so he had to endure it.
When he got home, he was really out of breath, so he simply raised his hand to pull open his clothes and scratched his heart several times.
Immediately there were fresh bloodstains on that place, and he felt a burning pain. The suffocation in his heart flowed out along with the few bloodstains, which made him feel much better.
There was water in a large pot on the kitchen stove, and a firewood piled on the ashes kept the pot of water warm. He went in and opened the lid of the pot, took out a coarse porcelain bowl, scooped out a bowl of water and drank it.
The warm water made him feel like he was back in the human world - his world was upright and innocent.
If he had never fallen into the Mo Mansion, he would be more upright than he is now.
When he felt better, he rushed to the cake shop to help. People outside changed the name of Wujia cake shop to "Xie Yuan cake" by themselves. There were many more people buying cakes than usual. He hung his right arm and used his left hand to give people
Settle accounts and collect money.
Wu's mother felt sorry for him and wanted to go to his home, but he insisted on staying busy here.
After a busy day, he sneezed twice when he returned home, as if he had a cold. Wu's mother quickly made him a bowl of ginger soup, put it on the table and drank it slowly, then lit a charcoal fire and placed it in his room.
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Wu Jin drank ginger soup, read a book, and wrote diary entries.
"October 21st, the 22nd year of Yuanzhang, Yin."
He wrote down every word he had with Zhao Shiheng today on paper and engraved it in his heart. After writing, he opened the box and counted for a while, then took out a stack of diaries and put them on the table with today's notes.
, scanned one by one.
Starting from the third day of October, he started writing diary records with his left hand. At that time, his handwriting was crooked and it was difficult to grasp the importance of writing. The words he wrote were always lumpy and could only be barely legible.
"My right arm was broken, I narrowly escaped death, there was no news about Ling Feng, I was very worried."
After that, on the fourth day of October, I was still "burning with worry", and until the tenth day of October, I was full of worry and never had a moment of peace.
Then there were all kinds of suspicions on his part.
He grabbed the diaries and walked out of the house into the kitchen.
If interested people were to see his diary, countless disturbances would arise. Since he has decided to remain silent, these things will also disappear.
As soon as he entered the kitchen, he saw Wu Yi leaning on a stool and holding a long spoon, secretly eating rock candy walnuts. When he saw Wu Jin, he shivered in fright and almost fell off the stool.
He put down the porcelain jar fearfully and got off the stool: "Brother, I, I'm a little hungry... I didn't eat enough at dinner!"
Wu Jin glanced at him: "Go and rinse your mouth. Don't eat too much. If your teeth are broken, there is no way to cure them."
Wu Yi nodded quickly, opened the lid of the pot on the stove, scooped out a bowl of water to rinse his mouth and hands, and washed the spoon.
After he went out and poured out the dirty water and put the basin away, he put his head in through the door. Just as he was about to ask Wu Jin why he wasn't sleeping, he saw Wu Jin throwing the pile of diary records into the fire.
Wu Yi was startled and jerked his head back. His ear immediately hit the door frame, causing him to say "ouch" in pain.
He subconsciously covered his mouth, and when he looked inside, he saw Wu Jin using a torch to push away the fire.
"No," he backed away and went straight to the main room. With his eyes widened, he said to Father Wu and Mother Wu, "Brother, brother, he's crazy!"
Wu Mu raised her hand and gave him a crispy one.
Wu Yi covered his head and jumped up and down: "Really! I'm burning the diary!"
"Seriously?" Wu Mu was immediately anxious.
Wu Jin started writing diary records when he went to school in Zhouzhou. Each one was stored in a box one by one, without even a corner being folded. How could he just burn it?
She hurried to the kitchen, and as soon as she entered, she saw that Wu Jin had burned the daily record thoroughly, and she was immediately frightened: "Boss, why did you burn these things?"
"Auntie," Wu Jin replied concisely, "I don't want it anymore."
Wu's mother was confused for a moment and could only watch Wu Jin go back to the house. In the middle of the night, she still couldn't sleep. She got up and opened Wu Jin's door. Seeing that Wu Jin was sleeping soundly, she felt relieved and bent down to tuck Wu Jin into bed.
horn.
As a result, as soon as she stretched out her hand, she felt that Wu Jin's body was hot, and his whole body was burning like coals.
"Boss!"
Wu Jin has grown so old that he has become so ignorant. He is ill in all kinds of ways, which makes his parents worried. He has a high fever for three days and a runny nose for four or five days. By the time he recovered, it was already November.
Wu Yi had no one to restrain him, so he stuck his hoofs out and had fun outside. He and his friend Liu Bowen skipped school all day long, playing outside and having fun. It wasn't until Wu Jin recovered from his illness that he quietly calmed down and went to school to do some math.
The fortress also gradually calmed down. Perhaps the thunderbolts were so extraordinary that they frightened the enemy who was ready to make a move. Or maybe it was too cold to start a war, so Jinlu secretly waited for the opportunity before taking action.
There was no big movement, but small disturbances continued. The frozen glacier made it easier for Jin Lu to enter the racecourse. For a while, soldiers lined both sides of the river, killing all disturbances.