In its happy atmosphere, the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner in Mofu only ended around the time of ugliness.

Mo Zi, who had gradually let go, pestered Wu Zheng to the courtyard and set off a lot of firecrackers, and when he personally sent Wu Zheng to the room that had been prepared a long time ago, he asked timidly:

"When did you wake up?"

"What do you say?"

Although Wu Zheng did not openly admit that he heard what he said, this rhetorical question still clearly told Mo Zi the answer. Immediately, her pretty face turned crimson again, and she stood stunned for a moment with her head down, then turned around and left quickly with a small step.

As a result, the petite and graceful figure remained in Wu Zheng's eyes, until he lay on the bed, and did not disappear for a long time. After sleeping for only an hour, Wu Zheng had already habitually got up at the beginning of the year. Although it was inconvenient to exercise in the courtyard of Mofu in the morning, he still sat cross-legged on the bed and carefully recalled the details of Duanmu Yuntian, the scholar who fought alone last night, and Xiang Fei, the reckless man.

At the same time, I also have a more thorough understanding of the true meaning contained in the original moves.

When the sky was slightly bright, after Wu Zheng got out of bed and freshened up, he walked out of the room to first pay New Year's greetings to Mrs. Fan, and then to Mo Suyou New Year's greetings, and then Mo asked the husband and wife.

It's just that when Wu Zheng saw Mo Wendao and his wife in the living room in the front yard, Mo Zi was also there.

Dressed in goose yellow, with a pink silk pleated lining at the neckline and cuffs, a thin and decent cotton robe is covered with a water-red cape. On the top of his head was a turquoise hairpin, and the golden spikes hanging from the end trembled slightly. The black sideburns of the two temples are even more beautiful. The hair hanging down the back of the head was covered by a cape, and only the purple ribbon that held it together could be seen.

"Student Wu Zheng, New Year's greetings to uncles and aunts. ”

As he spoke, he was about to kneel, but Mo Wenwen hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him and asked Wu Zheng to sit down in the guest seat in the living room.

When Mo Zi personally held a cup of tea, Wu Zheng stretched out his hand, and undoubtedly touched the slightly cool slender jade finger. Although it was such a subtle movement, it actually caused Mo Zi's cheeks, which were already slightly red, to turn red.

At this time, where did Mo Zi still have a trace of the shadow of the cunning and lively Ever-changing Sky Fox? Moreover, there was not even a trace of the aura of a child of the rivers and lakes who knew martial arts. It's more like a collection of beautiful ladies and small jasper, a graceful and virtuous girl.

At the moment of the beautiful scenery, Wu Zheng's heart couldn't help but tremble, and suddenly became cramped.

After saying a few words with Mo Wenwen, Wu Zheng got up and said goodbye. Because according to custom, there will soon be a close branch of the Mo family to come to pay New Year's greetings, and Mo Wendao and Mo Zi are afraid that they will also go out to pay New Year's greetings.

Due to a series of accidents after Wu Zheng left the customs, no one forgot that he was sent by Xiao Ying, from the hands of Du Ruque, the god of drilling, and Ling Feng, the father of the drunken Shi Jin'er girl, who was put in a sack.

In Mo Ziyi's reluctant gaze, Wu Zheng, who left Mofu, naturally wanted to go to Ningfu to pay New Year's greetings. Especially listening to Mo Wenwen, yesterday my grandfather sent three groups of people in a row to ask if he had left the customs, and where could Wu Zheng still sit still.

As soon as he came to the gate of Ningfu, he was recognized by Qian Chunlai, the housekeeper who was standing at the door. Ran in front of Wu Zheng in a few steps, fell down and bowed:

"The villain greets the young master for the New Year. ”

This was a bit of a surprise to Wu Zheng, the package with the silver taels was still in Mofu and was not brought out. Subconsciously reached into his arms, but he didn't touch anything. I had to bend down to help Qian Chunlai up, and said with a little embarrassment:

"Money steward, please get up, please get up. ”

"Wu Zheng, come in. ”

Hearing this, he raised his head, it was his second uncle Ning Yunju. Wu Zheng, who took the opportunity to step down, hurriedly walked into the courtyard and was about to kowtow to Ning Yun. But Ning Yun grabbed him and said:

"No, let's go to the backyard and see my grandfather and grandmother first. ”

Obviously, Ning Yunju wanted to stay in the living room of the front yard to receive the guests who came to pay New Year's greetings, so Wu Zheng came to the backyard under the guidance of a small servant.

"Wu Zheng?!"

At a glance, I saw Ning Xiaokun and Ning Xiaoqian, two sisters standing in front of the living room door in the backyard.

Naturally, they are all festive new clothes. Ning Xiaoqian is purple-red, while Ning Xiaokun is red. The sisters are already one in a thousand beauties, and they have been practicing martial arts since childhood. There is a touch of sassiness in the softness, which is even more distinctive.

Wu Zheng gave New Year's greetings to his two cousins. ”

As he spoke, Wu Zheng deliberately stretched out his hands.

I was going to make a joke and liven up the atmosphere. No, Ning Xiaoqian and Ning Xiaokun really took out one and a half double, delicate and cute gold bills from their cuffs and put them in the palm of Wu Zheng's outstretched hand.

This time, it made Wu Zheng extremely embarrassed. The words are said by themselves, not good. If you want to, you are such a big person, and you can't even say that you want the New Year's money of your cousin who is only one or two years older.

"Is Zheng'er here?"

As soon as he heard his grandmother's voice, Wu Zheng didn't look at the expressions on Ning Xiaoqian and Ning Xiaokun's faces again, holding the two gold bills in his hands, and hurriedly walked in from under the curtain lifted by the girl.

"Grandson Wu Zheng kowtowed to his grandparents and wished his grandparents a prosperous New Year, longevity and good health. ”

"Hurry up, hurry up, it's cool underground. ”

Seeing that Wu Zheng was thinly dressed, her grandmother pulled Wu Zheng to her side, up and down, pinched it carefully, frowned and complained distressedly:

"Why do you wear this thing on this cold day? Xiaoqian Xiaokun, quickly lead Zheng'er to change clothes. ”

"Grandma, I'm not cold. ”

"Nonsense, go and change and talk to grandma again. ”

Wu Zheng looked at his grandfather, meaning to let his grandfather say something for him, but seeing his grandfather with a kind smile, he didn't mean that at all. had no choice but to follow Ning Xiaoqian and Ning Xiaokun who walked in and walked out again.

found that the sisters actually led themselves to the small courtyard where their mother lived before her death, and she couldn't help but be a little puzzled.

It's just that as soon as he entered the room, he understood.

Whether it is the bright room or the east and west rooms, a large brazier has long been lit in each room. Judging by the warm spring-like temperature in the room, I am afraid that it has not been lit since yesterday, and it has never been extinguished.

Looking at the other furnishings, there are a lot more than when I last came. For example, hangers, such as bed nets, bedding, etc.

Seeing Ning Xiaoqian walk into the east room and pull out a brand-new cotton robe from a wardrobe in the corner of the east wall, Wu Zheng thought to himself that he must have prepared it for himself a long time ago, otherwise it would be impossible for his mother to have a man's clothes in his room.

"Go and put it on, what are you doing in a daze?"

At the urging of Ning Xiaokun, Wu Zheng walked in, and after Ning Xiaoqian left, he turned around and closed the door, then he reached out and picked up the cotton robe embroidered with a yellow flower pattern on a dark red background, and looked at the faintly visible, fine and neat stitches on it, Wu Zheng's eyes suddenly moistened.

Although it was not done by his mother, it was done by his mother's family, which always gave Wu Zheng a warm feeling of maternal care. (To be continued.) )