The enthusiasm of young people is like spring flowers at the beginning, like the summer breeze is warm, and at the end is like autumn leaves, like winter snow to the bones.

Cheng Ting collapsed on the bed, did not howl anymore, but wept silently, all his thoughts flowed out with tears, so that his heart was empty, tears and snot were already gushing, and he was too lazy to raise his hand to wipe it.

Wu Jin re-twisted the handkerchief, spread it out on the palm of his hand, covered Cheng Ting's face, wiped it from top to bottom, folded the handkerchief, turned it over, and wiped it again from left to right.

Putting down the handkerchief, he covered Cheng Ting with a thin quilt, and placed the two shoes securely, and found that Cheng Ting was not tall, but the shoes were not small.

He saw that Cheng Ting's tears did not dry up for a while, and he sweated a lot, so he got up and went out, and when he saw Qi Chang waiting outside the door, he whispered: "I'll wash my face." ”

Qi Chang nodded, stepped into the threshold, yawned in his heart, and didn't dare to sleep, so he could only stay by the bed without saying a word, and from time to time he stretched out his head to see if Cheng Ting on the bed was asleep.

After looking at it several times, he had doubts on his face - Cheng Ting wears gold and silver, eats and drinks without worry, in his opinion, he is simply the happiest person in the world, what is there to be sad about?

Wu Jin didn't have any doubts in his heart, and he was even tired and didn't have anything to worry about, so he just walked into the official room, washed it from head to toe with the residual water, and vomited at the same time.

He didn't get a drop of wine, but the cool breeze in the Yan Pavilion was stirred for a moment, and the water vapor and cool breeze lurked into the Xuanfu along his sweat, and the complicated smell and noisy sound made the headache more than once, but after spitting it out, it was better.

The headache is only slightly relieved, or it is a faint pain, and I can't move much, as if there is a needle hidden in it, and I will prick people when I move, and even the bun that is tied up pulls the scalp, and it hurts.

He can bear it when he is busy, but it is unbearable when he is quiet.

After washing, he changed into the clothes sent by his superiors, endured the pain, went to fasting, lit candles, spread out his pen and ink, and wrote today's diary.

"In the twenty-second year of Yuanzhang, on the Dragon Boat Festival, there was no rain."

The pen and ink dotted, fell on the paper, the things born on the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, all asked him to write down one by one, flat up, flat down, written too smoothly, so that he actually gave birth to a trance, as if he had been in Jiu Sixuan, in front of the table, with this pen, research this ingot ink, pen and ink are all mixed with the strong smell of ancient trees in Jiu Sixuan, and fell on the paper together.

When he wrote about Xi Qin, he was no longer in a trance, but solemnly put down the pen: "There are people in the world who can play this sad voice, the flowers are dark, the lights are twilight, the snow presses thousands of trees, the long river is frozen to this day, loneliness, life and death, all in it, and the aftermath is endless."

I am fortunate to be able to listen to this song, I don't know who asked for this, I can only thank you on paper, it is a big gift for the Dragon Boat Festival. ”

When the ink was dry, he folded the paper, sandwiched it into the tabloid, and got up to go to the wing room to see Cheng Ting.

Qi Chang slept on the couch outside the screen and fell asleep, and when he saw Wu Jin coming in, he quickly stood up, and Wu Jin said in a low voice: "You sleep with yours, I'll just take a look." ”

Cheng Ting's face was still full of tears, he was already tired and asleep, and there was a smell of alcohol lingering in the room, which complemented his snoring.

Wu Jin saw that he would no longer want to live or die, so he quietly retreated, went to the west wing to loosen his hair, took off his stuffy coat, put it on the screen, bent down to take off his shoes, put his shoes away, and fell asleep.

At all times, he is so organized and unruly.

He suddenly woke up in the middle of his sleep, feeling unbearably thirsty and wanting to drink water, but the teapot was empty, and there was not a single drop.

He opened the door in his clothes and wanted to enter the flower hall to pour water, when he suddenly heard Mo Lingfeng's crisp voice on the path outside Jiusixuan: "Is Mo Xiaoru a ghost?" ”

Wu Jin stayed in place, knowing that the Mo family brothers and sisters returned home from the Yan Pavilion, did not go to the main gate, walked through the corner gate, and came in from the back garden, and Mo Qianlan should have told Mo Lingfeng a small story in "Yi Jianzhi".

Then he heard Mo Qianlan's soft words: "Yes, that Lin Tisha is her ghost lobbyist, if someone is greedy for money and lustful, and agrees that Namo Xiaoru is a concubine, it will be miserable." ”

Mo Lingfeng asked again: "Then Mo Zhilu is really not Mo Xiaoru's father?" ”

Mo Qianlan laughed: "Who knows." ”

The voices of the two are getting closer and closer,

The ghost sent the gods, Wu Jin looked at the path, but in the blink of an eye, Mo Qianlan had already walked into Wu Jin's eyes with Mo Lingfeng.

Mo Qianlan seemed to be half drunk, a little warm, took off the crane, stretched out his hand to hide his face, and yawned.

And Mo Lingfeng was holding a fan in one hand and a lantern in the other, and he glanced sideways at Jiu Sixuan.

If you don't light the lights, it would be difficult to see Wu Jin standing under the tree outside the flower hall, but Mo Lingfeng was carrying a lantern by himself, and the fire was bright, allowing Wu Jin to see half of her face clearly.

Her forehead, eyebrows, eyes, and the bridge of her nose were all blunt, and her black eyes were hidden in Danfeng's eyes, turning slowly, as if she was confused and dazed, but she showed a kind of indifference and alienation.

Wu Jin was sure that Mo Lingfeng couldn't see him, but he found that Mo Lingfeng would only show this kind of gaze when he was by Mo Qianlan's side—a little majestic, disdainful, and indifferent, like a trumpet Mo Qianlan.

Soon, Mo Lingfeng twisted his face back and hummed a few tunes.

She loves to play and sing, and she loves to sing and dance, handing the lantern to the maid next to her, she raised her arms high, the wide sleeves of the gauze shirt slipped down, revealing two white arms, and replaced the Ling drum with a fan, and beat it twice.

She had a hundred ropes wrapped around her wrists, and Wu Jin saw the one she had braided at a glance - the other hundred ropes were hung with gold, silver and jade pendants, but his one was smooth, only multicolored silk threads.

A group of people disappeared from Wu Jin's eyes, and only the scent of gardenia flowers they brought out from the garden slowly reached the tip of their noses.

After standing for a while, Wu Jin woke up, did not go into the flower hall to drink tea, but returned to Zhaixue, lit a candle, took out the daily record, and made a supplement.

"Don't look at indecent things."

At the beginning of the day, Cheng Ting sat up from the bed, with a splitting headache, while looking at his own situation, while recalling what he had done, and after thinking everything clearly, he looked down and smelled it again, and immediately felt that he was pickled in wine and sweat into a vat of stinky pickles.

He got out of bed top-heavy, pulled his shoes, turned the screen, and saw Qi Chang sleeping outside, so he woke him up and asked him to light a fire and look at the time.

Qi Chang hurriedly got up to light the candle, went to see the carved incense again, and then told Cheng Tingmao that the time had just passed.

A moment later, Cheng Ting took a shower and found a clean set of clothes to change from the baggage picked up by the fat sea.

Wiped his wet hair half-dry with a handkerchief, he pushed the door out, and looked at the sky again, green and soft, in the crevices under the stone steps, ants swarmed, lifting, carrying, carrying backs, if it was usual, he would have to look at it twice, but today somehow, he also felt tasteless.

He remembered that Wu Jin lived in the West Chamber, raised his feet and walked towards the West Chamber, and halfway through, he stopped again, because he saw Wu Jin standing on the wall inside Zhaixue.

There are no lights, no blue light, it is dim in the school, Wu Jin's figure is thin on the wall, and she is alone.