Yu Jun

Chapter 54
"Wu Jin?" He walked over, "What are you doing here without even lighting a candle?"

He walked over and lit a candle: "Wu Jin, I can't cheer up today."

The sentence stopped abruptly, because when Wu Jin looked back at him, it turned out to be a pale face, her hands and feet were stiff and moved with her head, her forehead was sticky and covered with sweat, and she didn't know where she was standing. how long.

Cheng Ting was shocked: "Wu... Jin..."

Wu Jin raised her eyelids very slowly and painfully, opened her mouth, and only spit out a weak stream of air.

He is guilty.

The candlelight is bright, piercing through his unknown crimes, unknown filth, the flames licking his shadow, until his shadow takes shape, crouching from the ground to the wall, twisted, swaying, secretly heavy.

The babblers in Jiusixuan were chattering, the toads in the garden were croaking loudly, the big yellow dog was shaking its head, and tsk-tsk loudly, even the name Jiusixuan was ringing in its head.

They all lead to the same goal, and they all condemn him for his sin.

Such an evil thought had obviously been cut off once, why did it come up again?

The soft-spoken song, the whining sound of the Xun, the condescending gaze, and the Bodhisattva's spiritual stick all engulfed him like a net.

Closing his eyes, he covered up his bloodshot eyes, moved his fingers, raised his legs, and wanted to go to his desk and sit down as usual.

However, the body has been stiff for too long, and the head has been regretted for too long, and they are completely incapable of control. As soon as they move, they are like old, dry and cracked clay sculptures and wood carvings, which fall to the ground in pieces, and the bones and flesh all over the body are raised.

"Wu Jin!" Cheng Ting hurried forward and helped him up.

Wu Jin stood up with his hand, and returned to the world little by little. It was hard to say where his sins originated, but sins are sins. The benevolence, righteousness, propriety, and wisdom he learned clearly demonstrated his sins. The sages he read are good. of his guilt.

He looked at Cheng Ting, and suddenly said hoarsely: "I am like a beast."

Cheng Ting was very surprised, and found that Wu Jin, a person who never loses his composure, would actually be gnashing his teeth and tearing his heart apart. His original composure, vigor, and maturity were all gone.

He suddenly didn't dare to ask Wu Jin why she was facing the wall and thinking about her mistakes, why she was suffering from self-sufficiency, he was afraid that if she asked, she deserved it.

"Sit down, I'll invite Mr. Zhao to come!"

Taking Wu Jin to a chair and sitting down, he ran away and went to the middle hall and the main hall to look for Zhao Shiheng—a romantic figure of Zhao Shiheng. He couldn't find any traces all year round. For some reason this year, he was probably in the Mo residence.

Wu Jin sat in the chair, soaked in cold sweat, and slowly turned his wrists and moved his limbs. He came alive heavily, and after Zhao Shiheng came, he was able to stand up and salute.

Zhao Shiheng analyzed him with his eyes: "What's the matter?"

Wu Jin replied: "Students have delusions."

"It's not unforgivable to act rashly outside." Zhao Shiheng brushed the dust off his body casually. "A big soup must have a bland taste, and a treasure must have blemishes; a simple work must have good things, and a good work must have bad luck. You know that there are delusions." If you think about it, you will correct it with your heart, and you will not commit it again.”

"Yes."

Zhao Shiheng withdrew his hand and looked at his two students: "Qiu Wei is coming soon, you are very free, and you can still think about it here when you have time."

Cheng Ting immediately tensed up, feeling like he was leading a wolf into the house: "No."

Zhao Shiheng took down the ruler from the portrait of the sage, and tapped it on the palm of his hand: "Add ten big characters and two fuss every day, come and give them to me tomorrow morning, one word less—"

He sneered, as if to smash their palms.

Cheng Ting wailed, watched Zhao Shiheng go out pitifully, sat down slumped, pulled out paper to cover it, pressed it with a paperweight, and then stopped moving.

When Wu Jin finished grinding the ink, he shared some, sat with his pen in a daze, and suddenly closed his eyes and begged God: "Bodhisattva, please take away sister Huiran's husband-in-law with ants, spider webs, and strong winds. If not, let him be a gentleman like Wu Jin."

After thinking about it, he picked up the pen and wrote the first word.

Both of them were full of inexplicable emotions, and they were writing quickly. When Qi Chang asked them to go to the flower hall for breakfast, they got up together and went to the flower hall.

Before Mo Lingfeng arrived, there were two bowls of locust leaves and three dishes of cold side dishes on the table, all of which were not sweet, but full of pungent taste. Cheng Ting usually saw sour ginger and wanted to serve it with noodles, and his appetite was surging , but today I have no appetite, after three mouthfuls, I put down the bowl and chopsticks, and wiped my mouth silently.

Wu Jin took good care of the food, and put the noodles into her mouth one by one. After eating, the two of them went back to write a book together, busy forgetting all the worries in their minds.

The two were busy separately, when Zhao Shiheng came again, Mo Lingfeng also came.

The three went to class as usual, and Cheng Ting also flirted with Mo Lingfeng as usual, crying about his feelings and Zhao Shiheng's hard heart, and got Zhao Shiheng three rulers again.

The three of them went to class, ate, and talked, and when get out of class was over at Youshi, they left Mo's residence, and Cheng Ting suddenly had nowhere to go.

Pang Dahai waited for him outside the gate of Mo's residence: "Third Master, Madam asked me to pick you up."

Cheng Ting still hated Cheng Zhifu, he didn't want to go home, and he didn't have the face to meet his friends in Junzi Club. The Wu family welcomed him, but he was used to the smell, so he couldn't stand the smell, and living in Mo's house was not a long-term solution. ——His uncle was cold, gloomy, and sick. Just hearing his uncle's name made him feel scared.

Looking at Wu Jin helplessly: "Go to Yuhua Street?"

Wu Jin was carrying the book bag, feeling that her head was steamed up by the heat, the scarf was tightened on her forehead, and the sweat was trapped in her hair.

"No, sir, I haven't finished my homework yet, so I'll take you back."

"I'll buy you a drink."

"Don't drink." Wu Jin grabbed Cheng Ting's arm, not allowing him to refuse, and sent him all the way to the middle gate of Cheng's mansion.

Pang Dahai trotted along beside him, and when he reached the door, he immediately extended his arm and knocked on the door. When the door opened, another hand stretched out from the door, firmly grasping Cheng Ting's arm, and dragged him in.

Cheng Ting said "Ouch", his foot tripped on the threshold, and he fell forward, knocking his forehead on the bluestone board, gasping for breath in pain, turning over, with a big bump on his forehead.

The person inside was Cheng Ting's eldest brother, who was ordered by his mother to arrest Cheng Ting and go to the backyard to eat, drink and wash. Halfway there, he was ordered by his father to tie his third brother to the study for training.

After weighing it, he thought that his mother's life was more important, so he waited here early, but he didn't expect that when he missed, he first dropped Mrs. Cheng's beloved son with a black nose and a bruised face, and immediately made a new balance in his mind.

After weighing it, he winked and asked the servant to take Cheng Ting to the study - if the mother asked about the third brother's injury, he would say that it was the father who beat him.

Afterwards, he thanked Wu Jin repeatedly, before turning around and looking for a place to take refuge.

Wu Jin saw that Cheng's house was calm, so she also turned around and went home, but just as soon as she arrived at the bakery, she found that there was also a storm in her home - Wu Yi played truant, the child on Shishi Street ran back and told Wu's mother, Wu's mother was in a panic , let him kneel in the bakery.

There were people coming and going in the bakery, there were several cake baskets, and a fire was still burning under the stove, Wu Yi knelt on the ground, looked up at Wu Jin, tears were streaming down his face, sweat was also streaming down his head, and his face was flushed with embarrassment , choked up: "Brother..."

(End of this chapter)