Handbook for Avoiding the Court

It was almost noon when Mo Jin came out of Mo's residence, and the sun shone on the ground as if it had been scalded with gold.

Holding the wooden box in his arms, Yijiu stared at Mo Jin's lonely back, inexplicably feeling sorry for this young master with whom he was not very familiar.

Yijiu pondered for a moment, and said, "Young Master, you really don't plan to follow us to Fang's house?"

Er Yi at the side echoed the voice: "My lord, come with us, you are alone..." After finishing speaking, his voice was a little hoarse.He didn't understand why this new master was like this, the world is dangerous, without the two of them by his side, it's hard to guarantee that there will be no accidents, and this young master has no power to restrain a chicken... Thinking about it makes him feel sad.

This rude and stupid guy is still very soft in his heart, although he is often offline.

"It's still early, since you're here, follow me." Mo Jin turned his head slightly, with a calm expression.

He is clear in his heart, he knows some things, others may not understand, but he can't tell the other party.

For example, the person who left without saying goodbye.

All his loss and helplessness are tormenting himself at this moment. He tried hard to approach and test, but what he got was indifference and parting...

There are all kinds of complicated thoughts, but there is no hatred.

Because he is willing and has no regrets.

He tried hard to convince himself that dripping water can wear through stone, and iron and stone can also cover heat, not to mention frost.

Yijiu seemed to understand something, a gleam of joy crept up his brows, "Yes!" Eryi was still in a fog, and he strongly disagreed with Yijiu's beaming attitude.

"What's there to be happy about? We're about to say goodbye to the young master! Don't you have the slightest..." Eryi looked at Mo Jin with some concern, curled his lips again, and let out a "hmph" from his nostrils.

Yijiu looked up at Eryi, smiled and shook his head, and said, "Eryi, you are really tall but not brainy... Hey... let's go, follow the young master! Do more and talk less! "

Yijiu really didn't want to explain too much to this stupid big man. The so-called playing the piano with a cow probably refers to this.

While the two were talking, Mo Jin had already turned into another alley.The two stopped talking and hurriedly followed.

This alley is deep and narrow. Although the sun is shining brightly, there is a slight chill in it.There are all kinds of people lying and sitting on both sides of the alley, including beggars, sick people, children with nothing to cuddle up to, young people looking for work, and old women who are over sixty years old...

What the hell is this place, messy and smelly.

Er Yi held the sword in both hands, he had nothing to say and nothing to say about why Mr. Mo came to this kind of place.

He presumptuously thought that he knew this Mr. Mo quite well, so he was indifferent and indifferent.It wasn't until today that he realized that it seemed to be far more than that, because he was too naive.

While walking, he listened to the sound of begging, coughing, and crying... Mo Jin frowned deeply, and Yijiu and Eryi glanced at each other, and Yijiu took out a bag from Eryi's hand. Eryi immediately understood what Yijiu wanted to do with the heavy bag of silver. He stretched out a hand, trying to take it back, but was interrupted by Mo Jin's voice, "He... left it?"

"Yes, young master, Young Master Fang... the master said, let us take it secretly in case we need it. He..." Before Eryi finished speaking, Yijiu interjected: "Young master, let's take it. We It happens to be needed right now, doesn't it?"

Mo Jin took the heavy silver with a hint of disappointment in his eyes, and said softly, "Take it out and share it with them..."

"Yes!" Yijiu and Eryi quickly took the silver and divided it one by one.

"Dang!" An ingot of silver was placed in the bowl of a half-lying man, and the sound of crisp metal impact woke up the man who was dozing off. He slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the silver in the bowl. , slowly said: "Thank you!"

The child in his arms was alert. He got up with a grunt, quickly let go of the hand that was holding the man's belt, rushed over and hugged Mo Jin's waist, and kept saying, "Brother! Take me in! I will Laundry, cooking, boiling water, serving you! Please...please!"

A pair of bright eyes fixed on Mo Jin, eager and enthusiastic.Mo Jin looked down at him, a little at a loss, "I..."

He wanted to say, he is still a homeless man begging for shelter, where can he take you.The words suffocated to the lips, and then fell into the stomach, these words were too sour, I couldn't bear to speak.

The man sitting on the ground seemed to understand what Mo Jin meant, and he waved to the child, motioning him to let go of Mo Jin.Looking at the child with slightly melancholy eyes, he said softly, "Brother has his own life, you can't force others to make things difficult for you..." The child nodded solemnly, then bowed to Mo Jin: "Thank you, brother!"

"My lord, why do you want to give him money? I saw that the whole alley was full of old and weak women and children, and he was the only old man. He was still young, but he wanted to imitate a beggar and get something for nothing! Hmph... It's only my lord's kindness, so I can do it for you." Ignore him, you have to sell yourself for pity on that child!" Er Yi looked at Mo Jin puzzled, with a look of indignation.

"He is very ill, and I don't see much time left, so I gave him a little money. The child is probably only eleven or twelve years old, how can I have the heart to let him serve me? If I take him, I am still I can't protect myself..." Mo Jin sighed deeply, and pondered for a moment, "Just take the rest of your money and give it to him, my child...bring it here."

Once he understood it, he turned around and went to look for the child and the man who was dying of illness.

"My lord, your medical skills are so good, you can tell at a glance that his life is not long." A trace of admiration flashed across Eryi's face, and he asked with great interest, "My lord, how did you tell?"

"When I was young, I learned some tricks of qi and huang, and I could barely bluff people." Mo Jin looked at Eryi with some meaning, and smiled.

bluff?Eryi scratched his head, who are he bluffing?Your son is so humble.

Let's go to Fangfu, that voice always lingers in my ears.

Mo Jin rolled up his sleeves and hid his hands in the sleeves, where his hands were twisted together.

Is it nervous, or...

In the evening, three adults and a child checked into an inn.

Yijiu was quite nimble, and he cleaned up the child neatly in a short while.

Yijiu walked up to Mo Jin with the child, with a resolute yet childish face, slender phoenix eyes, deep eyes, and slightly thick lips.

This kid not only has a good skin, but also is quite sensible. He knelt on the ground straight, with his hands on the ground, about to kowtow.

Mo Jin bowed forward, gently pulled him up, slightly curved his mouth, and said softly, "That man is your father? Was there anyone else in the family?"

The gentle and clear voice is very nice.

"Thank you master, I have no relatives in my family, my father has sent this brother home, and invited a doctor for my father! Your great kindness will never be forgotten!" After speaking, he knelt down and kowtowed.

Er glanced quickly, pulled him, smiled and said, "Is this little bastard addicted to kowtow?!"

"Uncle, I'm not called Little Rabbit! I have a name!" The boy tilted his neck and said to Eryi in disbelief: "My name is Monto! I'm not called Little Rabbit! I'll be better than you in two years! "

"Hey, why do you call him elder brother and my uncle? I... and..." Er Yi put his hands on his shoulders, strode forward, and raised his eyebrows at him: "It's too much."

This stupid big man can fight with a child.

Yijiu smiled helplessly, patted Eryi on the shoulder, and winked at him. Eryi saw that the corners of Yijiu's eyes twitched again. He understood the tacit understanding of many years, so he stopped talking.

"Tomorrow, let's go to Fangfu tomorrow..." Mo Jin looked out the window with deep eyes.

"My lord has finally figured it out. I have been with Young Master Fang for more than ten years, and I can see that he...doesn't want to part with you." Yijiu took a meaningful look at Mo Jin, and continued: "Our young master actually doesn't have any friends... ..."

Mo Jin suddenly raised his eyes with surprise.

how is this possible.

That person who is so far away but respected in his heart, he has no friends?Obviously there is, that day...

As soon as he thought of this, he deeply realized what it means to "difficult to calm down".

***

At dusk the next day, they arrived at the gate of Fangfu, and Yijiu hurried forward to knock on the door.

However, what he got was not so kind news, and he couldn't open his mouth to explain to Mo Jin.

"Is it because he doesn't want to see me?" Mo Jin said in a deep voice, his eyes were hidden by the lids, and no expression could be seen.

That person was still thinking about what happened that day.

"No, he went to Wangxian County, Jingzhou..." Yijiu said with regret and disappointment, "What a coincidence! I missed it."

As soon as he uttered a word, Mo Jin's mind was in chaos. From meeting and not knowing each other, to meeting and confronting each other, now, even seeing each other is impossible...

"Then, shall we go to Wang County?" Meng Tuo looked at Yijiu's expression, pursed his lips, and then looked at Mo Jin, this time it was real, and he couldn't hide the loss and bewilderment on his face .

But Munto was a child after all, and he didn't know why.

He just simply thought that this Young Master of Fangfu made Brother Mo sad!

Mo Jin sighed deeply, raised his eyes and looked into the distance, only to feel that he was standing in this desolate world with nothing to cling to.

There are some people in this world that you often think you have missed, but in fact you don’t. Fate always draws closer to each other silently.

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Turning into a butterfly and looking for flowers, the unknown heart is at a loss.