Mo Lingfeng handed over the blank scroll in a dignified manner, Cheng Tingcheng made it up in fear, and Wu Jin wrote it all over with anxiety.

After class, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief and made an appointment to gather on Yuhua Street at the same time.

The day is getting warmer, the day is getting longer, the time has not yet arrived, Yuhua Street is already a song Zhong Haohao, Luo Qi Yingying, and so the three of them went to the color shed of the dancing hemp dragon, and the water has long been enclosed, and there is no gap to buy a seat.

Cheng Ting heard the sound of gongs and drums making rain inside, and he was in a hurry, and immediately stomped his feet again and again with hatred - Ma Long had not seen so many people before.

He jumped a few times, looked around and saw an acquaintance inside, and immediately squeezed in, going to find a friend to give up a few seats: "You guys are waiting for me here!" ”

When he sharpened his head and drilled in, the sound of brass bells suddenly sounded in the noisy color shed, surging from several places, clanging, and suppressing the noise of the crowd.

Wu Jin raised his head to look, but only saw the black pressed head, and the sleeves of his shirt suddenly made people pull hard, and he bent down and looked at Mo Lingfeng: "Go out?" ”

Mo Yefeng stretched out a finger and pushed it down a little harder: "Squat!" Fast. ”

Wu Jin didn't know what she was going to do, so she squatted down according to her words, but saw Mo Lingfeng take a step and go around behind him.

"Back ......"

Wu Jin just wanted to say that he couldn't see it on his back, but his shoulders suddenly sank, Mo Lingfeng had already put one leg up, hugged his head with two hands, and rode up with the other leg: "Get up, quickly." ”

Wu Jin didn't have time to think about it, so she hurriedly grabbed her legs with both hands, and used the posture of the shoulder cake cage to hump her steadily.

Mo Lingfeng rode on his neck lively, looked intently, and saw that the seventeen people dancing the hemp dragon had all come out, and the flower sticks and colored satin flew together, and the people who watched were dazzled, and immediately shouted hello.

Wu Jin only had people folding shoulders and rubbing his heels in front of him, and he couldn't see the dancing hemp dragon, but he could hear the sound of gongs and drums, brass bells, and iron rings in his ears, and he heard it chaotically, but when he heard Mo Lingfeng applauding, he was also happy somehow.

The soft satin on the tips of his fingers, the incense pouring into the tip of his nose, and the delicate little hand on his chin formed a soft, delicate, little sister-like Mo Lingfeng.

In less than a moment, Cheng Ting came out again, smiling all over his face: "Come in!" Three heads! If you say please, please please, don't ride high, the head seat can make the dragon dance on your face! ”

Mo Yefeng immediately said, "Come down." ”

Wu Jin squatted down and put Mo Lingfeng down, and the three of them almost squeezed into a piece of paper before they entered and sat down.

What Cheng Ting said was true, before Wu Jin sat down, the hemp hair swept over his face with a "pounce".

He had never seen Ma Long, and when the hemp hair came over, he subconsciously wanted to reach out and grab it, but when he saw the man stepping on the stilts, he stopped his hand and stood in place for a moment, his eyes made the hemp hair red, and tears bulged out involuntarily.

Sitting down with his vision blurred, he wiped away his tears and blinked his eyes a few more times, surrounded by enthusiastic cheers, unaware of his gaffe.

He also went to see the dancing hemp dragon, because he had never seen it, so he watched it with relish, I thought there was only a dancing hemp dragon, but I didn't expect that after the dance, there was a tambourine.

Playing the tambourine is a girl of Erma, dressed coolly, holding a gold-painted tambourine, dancing all over the scene in the melodious sound of the xiqin, its posture is graceful and soft, which makes people look sideways.

Most of the people in the audience came to see this Erma girl.

Mo Lingfeng suddenly liked the tambourine in the girl's hand, stared intently, and couldn't help leaning forward, and when the girl finished flying all over the field, she also cheered together.

After seeing the hemp dragon and the tambourine, this color shed will be changed to a small song, listening to it seems to be singing "Nine Ugly", Mo Lingfeng and Cheng Ting are not interested in this kind of spring and snow songs, one left and one right snuggled up to Wu Jin, and retreated together.

Out of Yuhua Street, Cheng Ting chattered about arranging tomorrow's holiday - because of this meal, he had a lot of money in his hand, and he could invite them to run horses at the racecourse tomorrow.

As soon as Wu Jin wanted to say that he was going to sell cakes, Mo Lingfeng loudly announced that the Mo family would order all his cakes tomorrow.

As soon as these words came out, the three people with very different temperaments couldn't help laughing, and a sense of intimacy suddenly arose in their hearts.

After a fork in the road, Cheng Ting said goodbye first, went home, and Wu Jin continued to send Mo Lingfeng home.

The closer you get to Mofu, the more the night will reveal its true colors, the moon is bright and the wind is clear, the light and shadow flow with the wind, dancing and dancing, and occasionally a few crows cry, which makes people feel more and more lonely.

Mo Lingfeng was energetic, and spoke to Wu Jin in a chattering voice, first saying that he wanted to eat fresh cherries, but he didn't know if his brother bought them, and then said that he still wanted to eat cheese and cherries, but now that his brother listened to Uncle Zhao's words, he also cared about her sweet, and when he thought of his teeth, he couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick the tips of his newly grown teeth.

Under the bright moonlight, Wu Jin stared at the small black shadows bouncing on the ground, and somehow, she felt that Mo Lingfeng had a lonely starlight in her eyes - her world was too small.

He heard Mo Leaf ask himself, "Do you like sugar?" ”

Wu Jin nodded: "When I was an apprentice, I deliberately learned to make sugar cakes. ”

"When I grow up, I'll go to Shuzhong," Mo Lingfeng looked up, "My brother said, Shuzhong sugar is the best in the world, there are hundreds of kinds of sugar sold on the market alone, and only Shuzhong is the best." ”

Wu Jin smiled: "But Shuzhong is also so spicy." ”

Mo Lingfeng replied fearlessly: "I can eat it too, and I will bring you a lot of sugar back when the time comes." ”

The two were talking, and suddenly a group of people came to meet them, riding a horse and stepping on the moon, surrounded by a slightly chubby and white middle-aged man in the middle, his face was ordinary, but he was dressed richly, wearing a soft gauze Tang scarf, wearing an embroidered blue robe, and hanging a sachet and jade pendant fan around his waist.

"Little brother, where are you going to go to the horse garden?" The middle-aged man asked Wu Jin, but his eyes swept over Mo Lingfeng and the gold collar on her body.

Mo Lingfeng let him look at it, and his eyes swept over the blue robe on the middle-aged man's body.

Wu Jin pointed the direction and sent Mo Lingfeng home, and then he hurried home.

As soon as Mo Lingfeng entered the Mo Mansion, the Mo Mansion was lit up by meandering, and the desolate and lonely scene was swept away, with people coming in and out, serving tea and water, and lavender quilts, as if there was only one master in Mo Mansion.

Mo Lingfeng changed his clothes and went to look for Mo Qianlan - Mo Qianlan hid in the middle hall and was lazy, and did not go to the backyard to ask her aunts for some peace.

Mo Lingfeng took a bite of cheese cherries and said to Mo Qianlan: "Ma Long is so long-"

She stretched her arms as hard as she could: "The hemp hair is also so long, it has swept to Wu Jin's face, and he shed a lot of tears." ”

Reaching out for the silver spoon and scooping another spoonful, she swallowed it in one gulp: "Brother, why not ice cheese, I want to eat ice cheese." ”

Mo Qianlan was dressed in regular clothes, listened to Mo Lingfeng's words, and while answering, she took a dry handkerchief from the plate and wiped her hair, her hair was black and thick, and it was heavy and weighty in her hand.

Ah Yu was like him, and his hair was so dark when he was younger—he thought to himself.