The aunts and Yin Bei quietly retreated, and the house was quiet, leaving only the Mo family brothers and sisters.

Mo Lingfeng walked to the table, picked up a bowl of hot tea, raised his head and took three sips, drinking it too fast, the tea trickled down from the corner of his mouth and dripped onto the placket.

She stretched out her hand and wiped it, walked to the clean rack, wiped her face and hands with a handkerchief, and said loudly: "Brother, I miss you very much, do you miss me?" ”

Throwing the handkerchief into the basin, she walked back to the bed, leaned over and gave Mo Qianlan a dusty hug, her arms tightly wrapped around Mo Qianlan's body, and her head was buried in his arms and rubbed hard.

After hugging, she said goodbye to her brother, went out of the second hall, returned to Changsuiju, and just called "Grandma", and grandma said "ouch": "My girl, this dress ......"

She twisted the oil stains on her cuffs: "Yin Nan! ”

Yin Nan stood at the door and said expressionlessly, "I've washed it." ”

Mama glared at her, took off the soft armor on Mo Lingfeng's body, and asked the maid to bring a ruler, and quickly measured the length of Mo Lingfeng: "It's tall, I'll pick out the color in a while, this time I will give you a few more clothes, take some out, and wear it decently, how can you bury it in a good girl's house?" ”

She wrote down the size: "The more men there are, the better they have to wear, and the more expensive they are, so that they don't dare to think about it." ”

Without waiting for Mo Lingfeng to speak, Mama Nan took off the gold collar for Mo Lingfeng like a thousand-armed Guanyin, handed it to the maid to hold, and dismantled her two horned buns, took the grate to comb her hair, and loudly asked people to pour hot water and put bath beans.

Combed Mo Lingfeng's hair at once, and the grandmother pushed her to take a bath, stripped her of her with her hands and feet, and then stuffed her into the bathtub and washed her hair first.

The grandmother cleaned her clean, and even the gold collar was much brighter, she felt refreshed, and sat in the compartment to eat a full meal, and then slowly took the letter from Wu Jin from Yin Bei's hand and went to the second hall.

The charcoal and medicinal gas in the house became stronger and stronger, and the two aunts had just worked together to change Mo Qianlan's clothes, and added spices to the smoker, which made the atmosphere in the house more and more intense.

When the two aunts went out, Mo Lingfeng walked to the compartment, opened the window, and the cold wind poured in, blowing away the strong smell that had been deep in the house for a long time, and finally only the incense burnt remained, which was still attached to all corners of the house, and infiltrated people little by little.

Through this square window, you can see that the snow is flying outside, making flying flowers through the garden, the roof tile ridge beast, the dry vines in the courtyard, and the vermilion paint under the corridor all make this piece of misty snow cover, and the ground is crystal clear, drowning the antiquity and loneliness of Mofu.

Mo Lingfeng felt a new breath on the tip of his nose, so he closed the window, walked back to the bed, and sat down on the small table.

The miscellaneous smell dissipates, the agarwood gas becomes more and more quiet, from the nose to the top, the smell is sweet and sweet, and the mind is peaceful.

Mo Lingfeng first pressed the letter on the small table, reached out to hold Mo Qianlan's sleeve, lowered his eyes to look at the white hair on his sideburns, and saw that there seemed to be wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, so he stretched out a finger and tried to smooth it out.

But this wrinkled and gorgeous hair is sick and weak, and the passage of time, which cannot be reversed by man, and how can she erase it with one finger.

She withdrew her fingers and looked down at her hands—she was changing, growing, her fingers were slender, and the tips of her fingers were pink like blooming lotus petals.

She whispered, "Brother, that's fine, don't change anymore." ”

Only the sound of snow falling on the lattice paper answered her, and she picked up the letter and unfolded it: "Brother, Wu Jin has a letter, I will read it to you. Leaf, today is the third day of the lunar month"

"Yefeng, today is the third day of the lunar month."

Wu Jin sat at the table and wrote slowly: "I got up early and went into the city, and bought a piece of pine smoke ink at a cheap price in the bookstore.

When I bought the ink, I saw the snow, and the students on the street were cheering, drinking together, and chanting poems.

The snow is falling more and more, the city is extremely prosperous, the restaurant is full of people everywhere, young men and women, competing with each other to lean on the railing, enjoy the snow scene, the sound of laughter, never cut off.

I drove out of the city gate, but it was a different scene, the cold wind split the face, the snow flakes patted the body, the ground immediately accumulated a palm-thick snow, there was only a blank in front of me, the road was difficult to distinguish, how to talk about enjoying the scenery, rushed back to the Taoist temple, only to breathe a sigh of relief.

Until this time, the heavy snow is also undecided, the heavy snow outside the house is like a mat, "rustling" sounds, outside the window, the wind rolls the snowflakes, turning into silver waves, the sound roars, the more it seems that the world is silent, and the world is small. ”

Writing here, the oil lamp on the table is flying, the fire is dim, Wu Jin put down the pen, cut off the lamp, raised his eyes to look out of the house, his eyes are plain and calm, between the eyes, clear and quiet, the wind and snow reflected in his eyes have turned into a little ink on the paper.

He replied to the pen: "Today, I copied the Tao Te Ching for the Taoist Temple, and to the ninth chapter, I said, 'Hold on to it, it is not as good as it.'" It is not always safe. The house is full of gold and jade, and Mo can keep it; Rich and arrogant, self-blame. After retiring, the way of heaven is also. ’

It can be known that the people of heaven are full of jealousy, and they feel something.

It's just that we mortals in the world have insatiable desires, and it is useless to know.

In addition, in the Taoist temple, I saw a tooth remedies, with cloves in the mouth, which can relieve toothache.

I don't know what the price of charcoal is in Kuanzhou? Hope for revenge. ”

He put down his pen and waited for the ink to dry, and when the ink was dry, he folded the letter, put it in a box of cloves, put the lid on the box, and waited for the snow to light tomorrow, and then sent it out.

The lantern exploded again, he cut off the lantern, added a piece of charcoal, took out the Taixue problem he bought in the bookstore, and began to solve the problem.

Both places are full of wind and snow, and when the next spring comes, it is still cold, but there is no snow.

When candidates enter the examination room, they can only wear thin clothes and shoes, and they can't have linings in the cold.

There are even candidates who are too old and freeze to death in the examination room, and after leaving the examination room, they are like sick birds, but they still have to wait for the release of the results in Kyoto.

Only Wu Jin returned to the Taoist temple early to sort out his baggage and bid farewell to the three Taoist elders - he answered smoothly, and at the end of the discussion, a candidate came back with a thawed inkstone, and when he passed by his house, he suddenly fainted, and the ink was splashed in Wu Jin's house.

The test paper was dirty, and this time Chunyu was naturally not on the list, and he didn't need to spend time in Kyoto, so he returned home early.

As she boarded the boat at the pier, Wu Jin glanced back at Kyoto.

He saw the light smoke, shrouding the palace and the palace, the apricot blossoms like rain, blowing with the wind, this extravagant and solemn place, the prosperous and grand city, in his mind, there was only a vague shadow.

It seemed that he knew that he was just a passerby, he would not set foot in this palace, and he would not enjoy this apricot blossom, so he blindfolded himself so as not to fall too deep.

Everything is not real, and it is only when I enter the Gongyuan and take the exam that I have a little sense of reality.

The ink poured on the scroll became a strong fire, which ignited in his heart in an instant, making him burn and uneasy.

In addition, what impressed him was only the coldness and nature of the Taoist temple.

(End of chapter)