The people walked faster and faster, and the voices of their voices gradually moved away, and finally the street became quiet again.

The cold wind was blowing, blowing Cheng Ting, his wine turned into cold sweat and dissipated, he bent over and hugged the big yellow dog, and said in a low voice: "Good dog, I will reward you for eating a big chicken leg tomorrow." ”

He straightened up, thinking that the way back must have been blocked, and if he went now, he would be caught in a trap and could not go back.

If you don't go back, where will you go?

Within a moment, he had thought of where to go.

One man and one dog, sticking to the root of the wall, avoided several waves of people looking for him, and walked until he walked outside Shishi Street before he breathed a sigh of relief.

Letting go of the big yellow dog, Cheng Ting let it go back to the state to study, pinched his nose and drilled in, the black light inside was blind, only where the Wu family lived, there was still a little fire.

He stretched out his hand and tapped on the door, but the door opened, and the patio was quiet, there was no human figure, and there was an oil lamp left under the porch, and it seemed that there was still no one to return.

Cheng Ting entered the patio lightly, and just as he wanted to open his mouth to call Wu Jin, he heard footsteps outside.

He was startled, thinking that the enemy had chased here, and then thought about it, nine times out of ten it was Wu Jin.

Stick out your head and take a look, sure enough, it is the Wu brothers.

Wu Jin was dressed in short brown, carrying a cake cage, and walked without distractions, Wu Yi followed behind, carrying the cake cage clip, and walked with his head down.

Cheng Ting looked at the two brothers, and couldn't help but sigh, when Wu's mother was pregnant with Wu Jin, I don't know if she took a panacea, and the son she gave birth to was handsome and handsome, with a bright head, and it was also a rare talent in Tunan Academy.

And when it came to Wu Yi, there was no panacea to eat, and the child born returned to the prototype, and at first glance it was a cake seller.

Wu Jin walked to the door and saw Cheng Ting, first stunned, and then showed a smile: "You came back today?" ”

Wu Yi raised his head in the back and called out "Cheng Sanye" in a proper manner.

"I'm back today," Cheng Ting stepped back from the door, letting the Wu brothers enter the door, and lowered his voice so as not to wake up Wu's father and Wu's mother, "You're not on an errand at the Leaf House?" Why are you selling bread again? ”

Wu Jin put the steamer on the side of the water tank, uncovered the steamer cloth, and rinsed it: "The second child will not come back, I will go to find him." ”

Wu Yi took a handkerchief to wipe his face, and drooped the corners of his mouth: "The bread is not easy to sell, we have locusts here, and none of the ingredients have been confiscated, everyone eats bran vegetables, and the number of people who buy cakes is much less than in the two years when the cake shop was opened." ”

"It's okay, do less tomorrow," Wu Jin patted him, "Go to sleep." ”

Wu Yi muttered: "I still have to pay off my debts." ”

Cheng Ting squatted beside the steamer: "Huh? What debt? ”

Wu Yi glanced at his brother: "It's nothing." ”

He hurriedly rubbed his face: "Brother, I'm hungry." ”

Wu Jin let go of the water scoop: "Go and burn the fire." ”

Cheng Ting sneezed, and went to the toilet to pee: "I've frozen to death, master, I'll sleep with you tonight." ”

Wu Jin nodded: "Does your father and mother know?" ”

Cheng Ting shook his head: "Don't go to deliver the letter, now someone is looking for me outside, and when I come out, the door knows." ”

Wu Jin frowned, walked to the door, stood on the cramped street and looked left and right twice, but did not see a figure, only a noisy sound not far away from the wind, he listened for a moment, failed to hear what was being shouted, so he retreated home, closed the door, put down the latch, and locked it.

He rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen, Cheng Ting was one step ahead of him, like a huge bald eagle, curled up his wings, squatted in front of the stove, and handed Wu Yi firewood.

The firelight turned his face red, and he looked up at Wu Jin and gave him a big grin: "I'll eat some too." ”

He had a full meal at home tonight, another half in Gyeongbuk, and swallowed a lot of what he ate and drank at the foot shop just now, but this meal, a run, and a soak of urine, he was hungry again.

Wu Jin opened the low cupboard, took out two eggs, boiled a pot of hot egg soup, and heated a plate of mixed noodles and dried vegetable buns from Wu Mubao, and set up a table next to the stove, and the three of them sat down around the table and ate a simple meal.

Cheng Ting took a bite of the next half of the bun, the mixed noodles were rough, but it mixed the aroma of meat oil and dried vegetables, and it was delicious when you tasted it occasionally.

Cheng Ting swallowed a bun, drank a big bowl of piping hot egg soup, and told Wu Jin about his feat tonight: "The old thing is looking for me everywhere." ”

Wu Yi's eyes widened, he turned his head to look at Wu Jin, and when he saw Wu Jin listening calmly, he swallowed back the words in his mouth - he was afraid that Cheng Ting would affect their family.

"This bun is good," Cheng Ting reached out to take another one, "It's just a little bit." ”

Wu Jin got up and added a bowl of soup to him: "Mixed noodles, rougher." ”

Cheng Ting leaned over the bowl and took a sip of soup, ate half of the buns, pinched the remaining half of the buns, his eyelids fell straight down, he couldn't hold it open, and his upper body began to fall down, until he fell on the table.

He struggled to open his eyelids, the dim light of the fire in front of him, the kitchen was warm and clean, this bowl of egg soup was better than wine, a dried vegetable bun was better than a delicacy, and Wu Jin had a kind of incense on his body, like a spring flower, slowly blooming in front of his eyes.

He had smelled this fragrance on Mo Qianlan and Mo Lingfeng, it seemed to be a very precious steamed fragrance of flowers, but on the Mo family brothers and sisters, this fragrance was gloomy and fierce, like a net, but on Wu Jin, it was gentle and soft, and the breeze was smoky.

It's probably because Wu Jin is not immersed in it.

He fell asleep unconsciously, and after some time, he woke up.

When he woke up, he opened his eyes and looked at it, the light was hazy, the sky was the color of jasper, he thought for a while, and then remembered that he was sleeping in Wu Jin's house.

And I slept eating buns.

Sitting up with the quilt in his arms, he shuddered, turned to get out of bed, put on his shoes, he didn't see the screen, and he didn't see where his clothes were hanging.

He opened the door, sneezed loudly in the cold morning breeze, and saw Wu Jin sitting under the porch, sorting firewood, and his coat hanging on a bamboo pole to face the wind.

He walked over with his arms in his arms, took off his coat and put it on: "Where is my uncle and aunt?" ”

"The cake shop is gone."

"So early?"

"It's not early, the chicken has crowed, there is breakfast in the kitchen pot, you go and eat."

Cheng Ting rubbed his hands and entered the kitchen, it was cleaned up, and there was no mess, he opened the lid of the pot, and a large steaming white mist rose in the pot, and he shrank back when it was hot, and the heat dissipated, only to see a stack of egg cakes inside, four or five sheets, and a bowl of radish soup.

He shouted outside, "Have you eaten?" ”

"Eat."

"You're welcome, then."

He ate the contents of the steamer, touched his stomach and went out of the kitchen, and saw Wu Jin tying a bundle of thin firewood together, so he asked, "What is this for?" ”

"For you," Wu Jin looked up at him, "plead guilty." ”

"Huh-" Cheng Ting imagined Wang Zhizhou's reaction, "You're so bad—no, smart, too smart!" ”

Then he "tsk" twice: "I am also quite guilty." ”