Yu Jun

Chapter 17
The warm wind blows through piles of emerald colors in the garden, and the petals of various colors flow with the wind, falling on the stone slabs, in the garden pavilion, on the surface of Chengxin Lake, and on the Fengshui Pavilion. The sound of footsteps resounds briskly on the stone slabs. The garden suddenly became more alive.

Cheng Ting and Mo Lingfeng walked side by side, and kept asking: "I remember there was a big elm tree here, why is it gone?"

When Mo Lefeng was one year old, he came to play, so he remembered.

"Lightning is dead." Mo Lingfeng raised his hands high, "Suddenly, the fire burned so high."

Cheng Ting let out a long sigh for Elm Money Tree in an old-fashioned way, followed Mo Lingfeng forward, turned his head and asked, "What about here?"

He opened his hands wide: "Why is such a big Guanyin statue gone? It is said that my aunt invited it."

Mo Lingfeng replied: "My brother doesn't believe in Buddhism, so he was sent to Xiongshan Temple to worship."

The three of them passed by the lake, detoured out of the garden through a bluestone path behind the water pavilion, the scenery gradually changed, there were no flowers and plants, only a few old trees, the crowns of which were connected, covering the sky and the sun, casting cold and heavy shadows.

In this huge, dark green shadow, there is "Jiu Si Xuan".

As soon as Wu Jin stepped on the bluestone slab under the shade of the trees, he immediately felt a chill coming from under his feet, which made him unable to bear to lower his head to look - the bluestone slab under his feet was very oily, not a barren land.

He stopped shivering, and followed Mo Lingfeng to walk in. In the middle is the three-width main house, which is also swallowed by the tree crown like an umbrella. The door is pasted with bright white Korean paper, and the door is opened to both sides. Standing, so that the situation in the house can be seen at a glance.

In front there are black lacquer incense tables, statues of Confucius, and rose tables and chairs. In the middle are three black lacquer flat-headed tables with rows of characters. Pens, ink, paper and inkstones are placed neatly and orderly on them, and blue cushions are placed on the ground. .

The light was dim, and everything placed inside seemed to be covered with a layer of gray veil, and the servant stood inside, fixed, like a doll.

After Wu Jin crossed the threshold, she saw the "duppet" move, and silently lit the three regular candles in the room, and the room suddenly became bright, illuminating the portraits hanging on the wall.

Together, Mo and Cheng dragged the big yellow dog in, dragged the cushions on the floor, put them together, and pushed away the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the Ping Toutiao table, which was used to spread the snacks brought by Cheng Ting.

Mo Lingfeng turned his head, patted the cushion on the floor, raised a bright smile, and said to Wu Jin: "Wu Jin, come on!"

Her crumbling tooth was gone, but she couldn't help licking her gums with her tongue—a tiny tooth popped out.

The silent old house suddenly came alive, the oiled paper wrap opened and closed, there was a "rustling" sound, the chewing sound was intermittent, mixed with the sound of talking and the struggling sound of the big yellow dog.

The sudden movement alarmed the babblers inhabiting Jiusixuan, and a group of babblers whirled up and down, making a sharp cry of "dedede".

As soon as the babbler croaked, the birds in the garden also croaked in unison, which lasted for a long time and made a lot of noise.

In front of Jiusixuan is the study of Mofu.

Mo Qianlan was most afraid of this kind of noise, all the noises turned into thin and long needles, piercing his brain, causing him a headache—every time he had an epilepsy, he would have a headache for a few days, this time it was especially Violently, with a slight movement, my mind became a mess.

He closed his eyes, and it took him a while to relax, listening to Mo Lingfeng's nanny.

"Last night I was so excited that I fell asleep at Zishi. I woke up early this morning at Maoshi. I wore the new clothes I just made. I didn't eat anything. I just asked the kitchen to make 24-color wontons and said that we would eat together when we all came. , and I don’t know when they will come, so I’m waiting at the back corner door before dawn.”

When Mo Qianlan heard this, his head hurt so much that it was about to explode.

Zhao Shiheng sat down and asked the nanny to step back first, and said with a smile: "The girl has grown up and wants to make friends."

Mo Qianlan's complexion was like that of a winter melon that has become refined, turning blue and white, his eyes were gloomy, and he was gnashing his teeth, not knowing whether he was enduring the pain or feeling angry.

After a while, he said with great effort: "I can also be her friend, and she has so many little maids, they can all be her friends."

"You are an old man, and the maid is a servant," Zhao Shiheng said mercilessly at him, "You can't even be her friend."

Mo Qianlan snorted coldly: "Two brats."

Zhao Shiheng laughed, feeling like he was going to drown in Mo Qianlan's vinegar river, stood up and stretched his waist: "I'm going to try the 24-flavored wonton, it's rare to eat, I'm full, so I can go to work hard , do you eat?"

Mo Qianlan slumped in the chair: "I can't eat."

He was full of breath, his head still hurt, and the medicine he took seemed to be poured on a stone, and it didn't help.

The plaster that Li Yitie sent was at hand, he thought about it for a while, but still didn't stick it on his temples.

The birds chirped endlessly, and the fight started like a pot in Mo's house. It didn't gradually stop until Wu Jin and the three of them finished eating wontons and sat down to eat candy.

After a good meal, the big yellow dog no longer raised his eyebrows, just drooped his face, kept the furthest distance from Cheng Ting, stretched the dog's leash long and straight, like a pair of bitter couple.

Mo and Cheng temporarily lost interest in the dog, tied the dog leash to the leg of the table, munched on peanut crisps, and at the same time showed off their poor handwriting.

Wu Jin spread out a piece of paper, which was flat and thick, so there was no need to crimp the corners, and he took the ink stick and slowly grinded it.

Cheng Ting first took a tube of pen, dipped it in ink and wrote, leaving a long string of ghostly symbols on the paper: "Look, I can write in cursive!"

There are only scribbles, not a book.

Not to be outdone, Mo Lingfeng pulled the paper and took his pen: "I can write big characters."

She really knows how to write bigger and bigger characters, which are too big to fit on a piece of paper.

One of the two wrote "cursive script" and the other wrote "big characters". After writing several sheets, they got tired and asked Wu Jin to write.

Wu Jin could only write in block letters, picked up the pen, and wrote a piece without anything new.

As soon as I finished writing and arrived at Bijia Mountain, I heard a servant outside the house calling "Mr. Zhao".

Wu Jin hurriedly got up and wanted to clean up, but her eyes were full of mess and she couldn't do anything, so she hurried to the door and took the duty of a servant to welcome and see Mr., bowed and lowered her hands, and opened the curtain for Zhao Shiheng: "Sir, please come in."

"En." Zhao Shiheng glanced at him and stepped into the room.

Unexpectedly, the big yellow dog flirted with Zhao Shiheng, shook his head and tail, and was very enthusiastic.

Wu Jin looked at Zhao Shiheng carefully.

Zhao Shiheng wears a valley scarf and a soap-colored shirt. He is thin, but not thin. He has a single eyelid, a high nose bridge, and a short beard. He does have a limp when he walks. Support the body.

He bent down to pick up the words written by them, and every finger showed a careless aloofness.

Cheng Ting didn't have the slightest fear of the lecturers of the state school, but when he saw Zhao Shiheng, he felt overwhelmed by Mount Tai, and he honestly moved the cushion and sat back, not daring to speak easily.

Wu Jin also went in, put the pen, ink, paper and inkstone lightly, put away the greased paper bag spread out on the table, and sent it outside the house, then untied the dog's leash, and let the big yellow dog go out of the house.

After putting it away, he sat down at the Pingtoutiao table next to Cheng Ting without daring to show his air.

(End of this chapter)