The warm breeze blows through the pile of emerald in the garden, and the petals of various colors flow with the wind, falling on the stone slab, falling in the pavilion, falling on the surface of Chengxin Lake, falling on the feng shui pavilion, and the footsteps sound briskly on the stone slab, making the garden suddenly more vibrant.

Cheng Ting and Mo Lingfeng walked side by side, and couldn't help asking: "I remember that there is a big elm money tree here, why is there no one?" ”

When Mo Leaf turned one year old, he came to play, so remember.

"Thunder is dead," Mo Lingfeng raised his hands high, "and suddenly, the fire burned so high." ”

Cheng Ting sighed angrily for the elm money tree, walked forward with Mo Lingfeng, turned his head and asked, "Where is this?" ”

He spread his hands widely: "Why is there no such a big statue of Guanyin?" I heard that my aunt invited me. ”

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

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

In this huge, thick green shadow, sits "Jiu Si Xuan".

As soon as Wu Jin stepped on the bluestone slab under the shade of the tree, he immediately felt a chill invade from under his feet, and he couldn't help but look down - the bluestone slab under his feet was very oily, not a barren place.

He stopped shivering, and followed Mo Lingfeng inside, in the middle was the three-wide main house, which also let the canopy like an umbrella swallow it, and the door was pasted with white and satin Korean paper, and the door was open to both sides, so that the situation in the house was unobstructed.

In front of it, there are black lacquer incense cases, portraits of Confucian saints, rose tables and chairs, and in the middle there are three black lacquer flat head tables, with lines of characters, pen, ink, paper, and inkstones placed on them neatly and orderly, and cyan cushions on the ground.

The light is dim, and everything placed inside seems to be covered with a gray veil, and the subordinate stands inside, fixed, like a puppet.

After Wu Jin crossed the threshold, he saw that the "puppet" moved, and quietly lit the three regular candles in the house, and the room suddenly shone brightly, illuminating the portraits hanging on the walls.

Mo and Cheng worked together to drag the big yellow dog in, dragged the soft cushions on the ground, placed them together, and pushed away the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the flat headline table, which was used to spread the snacks brought by Cheng Ting.

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

Her crumbling tooth was gone, but she couldn't help but stick out her tongue and lick her gums—a small tooth popping out.

The silent old house suddenly came to life, the oiled paper bag opened and closed, "rustling", and the sound of chewing was intermittent, mixed with the sound of talking and the struggle of the big yellow dog.

The sudden movement alarmed the mountain thrushes that inhabited Jiu Si Xuan, and a group of mountain thrushes fluttered and circled, making a sharp cry of "get it".

As soon as the thrush chirped, the birds in the garden also chirped, and it was incessantly noisy for a long time.

In front of Jiu Si Xuan is the Mo Mansion study.

Mo Qianlan was most afraid of this kind of noise, and all the screams turned into thin and long needles, piercing into his brain, giving him a headache - every time he had epilepsy, he had a headache for several days, and this time it was particularly violent, and when he moved slightly, his brain was stirred up.

He closed his eyes, and after a while, he regained his strength and listened to Mo Leaf's grandmother.

"I fell asleep last night when I was excited, and this morning, I woke up at the beginning of the hour, put on the new clothes I had just made, and didn't eat anything, only let the kitchen make twenty-four colored wontons, and said that they would all come to eat together, and I didn't know when they would come, and before dawn, they waited at the back corner door."

When Mo Qianlan heard this, his head became more and more painful and wanted to explode.

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

Mo Qianlan's face was like a refined winter melon, blue and white, his eyes were gloomy, and he gritted his teeth, not knowing whether he was enduring pain or not being angry.

After a while, he laboriously said, "I can also be her friend, and she has so many little maids, she can be her friend." ”

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

Mo Qianlan snorted coldly: "Two stinky boys." ”

Zhao Shiheng smiled, feeling that he was going to drown in Mo Qianlan's vinegar river, stood up and stretched: "I'll try the twenty-four flavor wontons, this is rare to eat, I'm full, I'm going to work as a coolie, can you eat?" ”

Mo Qianlan leaned into the chair: "I can't eat it." ”

He was full of anger, his head still hurt, and the medicine he took was like being splashed on a stone, and he didn't use half of it.

The plaster sent by Li Yiti was at hand, and he pondered for a long time, but he still didn't put it on his sideburns.

The birds cried endlessly, and the battle like a pot was opened in Mofu, until Wu Jin and the three of them finished eating wontons and sat together to eat sugar, and then gradually stopped.

The big yellow dog ate a good meal, no longer raised his eyebrows, just drooped his face, kept the farthest distance from Cheng Ting, and stretched the dog leash long and straight, as if they were a grudge couple.

Mo and Cheng temporarily lost interest in dogs, tied the dog leash to the table leg, munched peanut crisp, and at the same time showed off their clumsy handwriting.

Wu Jin spread out a piece of paper, which was flat and thick, and there was no need to press the corner, and he took the ink strip again and grinded it slowly.

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

There is only scribbling, not a book.

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

She does, and the more she writes, the bigger it gets, the bigger it is, the bigger it fits on a piece of paper.

One of these two wrote "cursive" and the other wrote "big characters", and even wrote several sheets, but they were tired and asked Wu Jin to write.

Wu Jin can only write in block letters, picked up the pen, and wrote one without any new ideas.

As soon as I put down my pen to Beacon Hill, I heard a servant outside the house called "Mr. Zhao".

Wu Jin hurriedly got up and wanted to clean up, but his eyes were full of messes and he had no choice but to hurry to the door, greet Mr. as a servant, bow down, and open the curtain for Zhao Shiheng: "Sir, please come in." ”

"Hmm." Zhao Shiheng glanced at him and stepped into the house.

The big yellow dog was unexpected, glaring at Zhao Shiheng, shaking his head and tail, very enthusiastic.

Wu Jin looked at Zhao Shiheng carefully.

Zhao Shiheng was wearing a valley scarf and a soap-colored shirt, thin, but not thin, with single eyelids and a high nose bridge, with a short beard, he was indeed a little lame when he walked, and he walked until he walked to Mo Lingfeng's table and stood still, with only one foot supporting his body.

He stooped to pick up their writings, and every finger showed a careless haught.

Cheng Ting did not have the slightest fear of the state scholars, but as soon as he saw Zhao Shiheng, he felt that Mount Tai was overwhelmed, and he honestly carried the cushion and sat back, not daring to speak easily.

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

After it was cleaned, he sat down at the flat table next to Cheng Ting.