"Wu Jin?" He walked over, "What are you doing here without lighting a candle?"
He walked over and lit the candle: "Wu Jin, I can't muster the energy today."
The sentence stopped abruptly, because Wu Jin turned around to look at him, and it turned out to be a pale face. His hands and feet were stiff and he moved with his head. His forehead was sticky and covered with sweat, and he didn't know where he was standing.
how long.
Cheng Ting was shocked: "Wu...Jin..."
Wu Jin raised his eyelids very slowly and painfully, opened his mouth, and only exhaled a weak stream of air.
He is guilty.
The candlelight was bright, penetrating his unknown sins and unknown filth. The flames licked his shadow until his shadow appeared in its prototype, dormant from the ground to the wall, twisted, swaying, and dark.
Shen Shen.
The babblers in Jiusixuan are chirping, the toads in the garden are croaking, the big yellow dog is shaking its head and clicking its tongue, and even the name Jiusixuan is ringing in my mind.
They arrive at the same destination by different paths, and they all condemn his sins.
Such evil thoughts have obviously been cut off once, so why do they come up again?
The soft voice of the song, the whirring sound of the xun, the condescending gaze, and the Bodhisattva's spiritual lotus, were like a heavenly and earthly net, trapping him in it.
He closed his eyes, covered up the red bloodshot eyes, moved his fingers, raised his legs, and wanted to walk to his desk and sit down as usual.
However, his body had been stiff for too long, and his head had been feeling regretful for too long, and both of them refused to obey his orders. As soon as he moved, it was like a clay and wood sculpture that had dried up and cracked over time, falling to the ground in pieces, with bones and flesh all over his body rising up.
"Wu Jin!" Cheng Ting quickly stepped forward and helped him up.
Wu Jin stood up with his hand and returned to the world little by little. It is difficult to say where his sins originated, but sins are sins. The benevolence, justice, etiquette, and wisdom he learned made his sins clear. The sages he read wrote
of his guilt.
He looked at Cheng Ting and suddenly said in a hoarse voice: "I am like an animal."
Cheng Ting was extremely surprised to find that Wu Jin, a person who never lost his composure, could actually gnash his teeth and tear his heart out. His original calmness, character, youth and maturity were all gone.
He suddenly didn't dare to ask Wu Jin why he was thinking about his faults in front of the wall and why he was suffering from himself, because he was afraid that if he asked, he would be punished.
"You sit down, I'll invite Mr. Zhao!"
After carrying Wu Jin to a chair and sitting down, he ran away and went to the central hall and main hall to look for Zhao Shiheng. Zhao Shiheng was a popular figure and could not be found all year round. This year, for some unknown reason, nine out of ten of them were in Mo Mansion.
Wu Jin sat in the chair, letting cold sweat soak all over his body. He slowly turned his wrists and moved his limbs. He came to life heavily. After Zhao Shiheng arrived, he was still able to stand up and salute.
Zhao Shiheng analyzed him with his eyes: "What's the matter?"
Wu Jin replied: "Students have delusional thoughts."
"If you don't act rashly, it doesn't mean that your sin is unforgivable." Zhao Shiheng brushed the dust off his body casually, "A big soup must have a bland taste, a treasure must have flaws; a big slip must have great goodness, and good work must have misfortune. Since you know that you are rash
If you think about it, then try to correct it and never do it again.”
"yes."
Zhao Shiheng took back his hand and looked at his two students: "Autumn is coming soon, so you have a lot of free time. You can still have time to think about your mistakes here."
Cheng Ting immediately tensed up, feeling like he was luring a wolf into the house: "No."
Zhao Shiheng took off the ruler from in front of the saint's portrait and tapped it on the palm of his hand: "Add ten characters and two poems every day. Come and hand them to me tomorrow morning. One character is missing——"
He sneered, ready to smash their palms into pieces.
Cheng Ting wailed and watched pitifully as Zhao Shiheng went out, sat down slumped, took out the paper, spread it out, pressed it with a paperweight, and then stopped moving.
When Wu Jin finished grinding the ink, he divided some and sat blankly with his pen. Suddenly he closed his eyes and prayed to God: "Bodhisattva, please carry Sister Huiran's husband away with ants, use a spider web to carry him away, and blow him away with a strong wind.
If not, let him be a gentleman like Wu Jin."
After thinking about it, he picked up the pen and wrote the first word.
Both of them were writing furiously with an inexplicable mood. When Qi Chang asked them to go to the flower hall for breakfast, they got up together and went to the flower hall.
Before Mo Lingfeng arrived, there were two bowls of cold sophora leaves and three plates of cold side dishes on the table. None of them were sweet, but full of spicy flavor. Cheng Ting usually wanted to eat sour ginger with noodles when he saw it, and his appetite was surging.
, I had no appetite today. After taking three bites, I put down my bowl and chopsticks and wiped my mouth silently.
Wu Jin cherished the food and put every noodle into his mouth. After eating, the two of them went back to write together, and they were so busy that they forgot all their worries.
The two of them were busy on their own. When Zhao Shiheng came again, Mo Lingfeng also came.
The three of them went to class as usual, and Cheng Ting also chatted with Mo Lingfeng as usual, cried out about his feelings and Zhao Shiheng's hard-heartedness, and was beaten three times by Zhao Shiheng again.
The three of them went to class, ate, and talked. After class ended at Youshi, when they left Mo Mansion, Cheng Ting suddenly had nowhere to go.
Pang Dahai was waiting for him outside the door of Mo Mansion: "Third Master, my wife specially asked me to pick you up."
Cheng Ting still resented Magistrate Cheng and was unwilling to go home, and had no shame to meet his friends in the Junzi Club. The Wu family welcomed him, but he was used to the smell and couldn't stand the smell. Living in the Mo family was not a long-term solution.
——His uncle was cold, gloomy, and sickly. Just hearing his uncle's name made him feel scared.
Looking at Wu Jin helplessly: "Go to Yuhua Street?"
Wu Jin was carrying a book bag and felt that his head was being steamed by the heat. The scarf and hat were tightened on his forehead, trapping the sweat in his hair.
"If you don't go, sir, you haven't finished your homework yet. I'll take you back."
"I'll buy you a drink."
"No." Wu Jin grabbed Cheng Ting's arm, not allowing him to refuse, and took him all the way to the middle gate of Cheng's residence.
Pang Dahai trotted beside him. When he reached the door, he immediately stretched out his arm and knocked on the door. When the door opened, another hand stretched out from the door, firmly grasped Cheng Ting's arm, and pulled him in.
Cheng Ting let out an "ouch" and tripped his foot on the threshold. He fell forward and hit his forehead on the bluestone. He gasped in pain and turned over, with a big bump on his forehead.
The man inside was Cheng Ting's eldest brother. He was ordered by his mother to catch Cheng Ting and take him to the backyard to eat, drink and wash himself. Halfway there, he was ordered by his father to kidnap his third brother and take him to the study for training.
After weighing the situation, he believed that his mother's life was more important, so he had been waiting here early. Unexpectedly, he made a mistake and knocked Mrs. Cheng's beloved son to a bruise. He immediately re-balanced the situation in his mind.
After weighing the situation, he winked and asked the boy to take Cheng Ting to the study - if his mother asked about his third brother's injury, just say that it was his father who beat him.
Then he thanked Wu Jin again and again before turning around and looking for a place to take refuge.
Seeing that Cheng's house was calm, Wu Jin turned around and went home. Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived at the cake shop, he found that there was also a turmoil at home - Wu Yi skipped school, and the children from Shishi Street came back and told Wu's mother, who was furious.
, and made him kneel in the bakery.
People were coming and going in the cake shop, and there were several cake cages. There was still a fire burning under the stove. Wu Yi knelt on the ground and looked up at Wu Jin. Tears were already streaming down his face, sweat was flowing all over his head, and his face was red with embarrassment.