The weeds were vast, and the warm wind floated, blowing the faces of the two people, blowing out the hot sweat all over their bodies.

Wu Jin lost his strength, threw away his flat shoulder, sat on the grass with his buttocks, and wiped the sweat beads from his face.

Mo Lingfeng also sat down, she looked at Wu Jin, seeing him hunched over his knees, his elbows resting on his knees, hanging his head, panting profusely, his forehead and sideburns were all wet with sweat.

Gasping for breath, he raised his hands, took off the wooden hairpin and put it on his thighs, grabbed his hair with one hand, and kept combing it from the bottom to the top with the other hand, and finally freed his hand and meticulously pulled his hair with the wooden hairpin.

Without a headscarf, it is inevitable that there will be broken hair brushing off, and soon the sweat will get wet again.

He smoothed the short brown on his body again, and a drop of sweat fell on the back of his hand, blurring away the blood splashed on the back of his hand, and he had nowhere to wipe it, so that this dazzling blood stain completely dispersed.

Mo Lingfeng pulled off two large leaves and asked him to wipe his hands: "It's okay." ”

Wu Jin took it and rubbed it twice: "What happened?" ”

Mo Lingfeng explained: "It's Jin Yu, I can't steal the blueprint of the wind knife, I don't know where to get a knife, I split it, I want to take it out, with the wind knife, Jin Yu's iron floating tu will not work." ”

With that, she stretched out a hand and grabbed Wu Jin tightly.

Her palms were thin and soft, her palms were sweaty, and her veins were cold, as if a net had stretched out, enveloping Wu Jin silently.

She saw Wu Jin saving people, and also saw Wu Jin desperately walking towards her, breaking through all whirlpools, and standing firmly in front of her like a moth to a fire.

This man is so clean, and the person who comes out of the mud is not contaminated with any filth.

So at this moment, she made up her mind that she liked Wu Jin, and if she wanted Wu Jin, she had to be Wu Jin!

She asked him, "You are a literati, why don't you run by yourself?" ”

Wu Jin slowly relaxed: "What about you, are you a martial artist?" ”

Mo Lingfeng smiled brightly: "Yes, I am Mo Dutou now." ”

Wu Jin also laughed.

"Will you go to next year's Spring Festival?"

"Hmm."

"What did you get fame for?"

Wu Jin was silent for a long time and replied: "I want my family to live a good life, and I also want to ...... Why are you asking this all of a sudden? ”

Mo Lingfeng said: "You finish." ”

Wu Jin only thought that she wanted to make herself less afraid, so she took a deep breath and replied slowly: "I have read a lot of newspapers in recent years, and I have also read some things in the court. ”

A black stork suddenly flew out of the grass, and Wu Jin's gaze subconsciously followed: "No matter which faction it is, it is almost always fighting, in the standing position, the master and apprentice, and the skirt party are fighting with each other, and no one is really thinking about the war - maybe there is, but it is drowned." ”

A drop of rain fell on the tip of his nose, he didn't care, and only confided in Mo Lingfeng: "I want to take care of the people, so that the whole country and the whole dynasty can see the backbone and solar terms of the literati." ”

"What if you can't do it?"

"Then give it a try, too."

It's like a god, if you look at the fire, you still have to go into the mortal world.

Mo Lingfeng greeted the rain and looked at the black stork flying overhead, and hesitated for a moment.

She knew why she hesitated, Wu Jin had Lingyunzhi, even if he would be frustrated by officialdom in the future, he should spread his wings once, instead of breaking off his wings and trapping him in Kuanzhou.

She thought that it would be good if he had no ambitions, so that she could use her tactics and tactics confidently to summon him, control him, and let him devote himself to Mofu alone and become a member of Mofu.

Think again, think again.

"Let's go." Mo Lingfeng let go of his hand and stood up, "Were you afraid just now?" ”

Wu Jin replied: "I'm afraid." ”

But I still have to go to Mo Lingfeng's side, I'm afraid I have to go, and I have to go if it's useless.

A gentle drizzle washed away the confusion, everything was hazy and wet, the black storks in the grass gently fluttered their wings, and the horse farm became soft and fresh again.

The two did not speak again, but walked back in silence.

They quickly walked back, Mo Lingfeng let go of Wu Jin's hand, and watched a corpse move over in front of him, the clothes rubbing on the ground, the corpse soft and heavy.

Yin Nanfei rushed back from the wall, and when he saw that Mo Lingfeng was safe and sound, his straight body softened.

Chang Long ran over and told Mo Lingfeng that he couldn't stay alive, Mo Lingfeng turned around and said goodbye to Wu Jin, and hurried back to the fortress with Chang Long.

Wu Jin stayed where he was, not moving for a long time.

The smell of blood was already wet in the rain, and the people trembled and hid in the city, not daring to come to the horse farm again, and the war and death they had deliberately avoided were spread out in front of them without warning.

He found the discarded basket, one of which had been broken into eight pieces, he picked up the intact one, put it home with the flat burden, cleaned it up, and went to the bakery to say that he was safe, so that his parents would not be worried, and then hurried to the bookstore to make a book hug.

When he came out of the bookstore, he was hungry and put his chest on his back, bought a new basket on the side of the road, ran back to the cake shop, ate two yellow wotou, and put steamed cakes in the basket.

Wu Yi carried the empty cake cage and rushed back: "Brother! ”

He paused the empty cake cage on the ground with a "bang": "Are you okay, I heard that there was an accident at the horse farm and several people died!" ”

"It's okay," Wu Jin covered the flower cloth, "When you sell cakes, don't go near the horse farm, and be clever when you meet the Qiang people." ”

Wu Yi took a bowl of water from Wu's mother's hand, and drank it "Gu Dong Gu Dong": "Brother, don't go to the horse farm to sell cakes, I won't sell it today, go pick elm money, let's eat it again." ”

Wu's mother slapped him on the head: "You know how to eat, don't sell cakes, you drink the northwest wind!" ”

Wu Yi covered his head and jumped up: "Mother! ”

Father Wu sat on the BMX to pick up the stones in the sugar, and slammed him, and said sharply: "Sell bread, your own business, do you want your eldest brother to do it for you?" ”

A father and a mother are busy day and night, busy old and thin, and their backs are also rickety, boiling themselves into a pair of copper skin and iron bones, covering the wind, frost, rain and snow outside, and covering up the pain and fatigue inside.

Wu Yi snorted aggrievedly, filled the steamer with cakes, and at the same time picked out a fried and burnt oil cake, ate it in three bites, and then squatted down and patted the steamer.

Wu's mother helped him put on his shoulders and stuffed him with a shelf: "Come back early, it's not peaceful outside." ”

"Yes."

Wu Jin carried the basket and walked out, and the two brothers went to the left and the other to the right, and began to sell cakes.

Because of the turmoil in today's racecourse, there are few pedestrians on the street, Wu Jin sold the cake very well, and wandered in Yuhua Street for two hours without selling it, and finally someone in a swallow house wanted to eat the cake, so they all sold it.

He walked back with an empty basket, and saw a big elm tree on the corner of the street, and there were many fresh strings of money on the tip, so he put down the basket, took off the outer shirt, pulled it into a pocket, tied it diagonally around his waist, put his hands on the trunk, and separated his feet on the left and right, and jumped up and up with all his might.

My younger brother is more sensible, and he is already thirteen years old, and it is when his stomach can never be filled, so if he wants to eat some elm money cakes, he will make it.