Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 146 A Hundred Years Ago [03] Adapting the Story of Jiang Yan and Mo Qing
There are one or two stars scattered in the sky, the crescent moon is like a hook, and the light is dim. The night in this small town is as quiet as a dead city.

The man was dressed in black and stood facing the river for a while, then he bent down to pick up something, turned around and walked towards the bridge hole not far away.

Mo Qing squinted his eyes.

That bridge has a history of hundreds of years. It has been dilapidated by the wind and rain, the handrails have collapsed, and the skeleton of the bridge is exposed. In the bridge opening next to the bank, there are a few wooden boards covered with a thin layer. plastic.

Mo Qing closed his eyes.

Maybe she was thinking too much.

She met Jiang Ke every time she went out, so many times that she got used to it, and now she is inevitably suspicious.

——How could Jiang Ke go to that kind of place.

With the windows still open for ventilation, Mo Qing opened his backpack, took out a change of clothes, and went to take a shower.

The water was ice-cold, and it was still a bit cold when it was poured down suddenly, but Mo Qing finished washing without changing his face, briefly wiped his hair, and went to bed.

I feel dawn.

When Mo Qing opened her eyes, it was just dawn. She washed up briefly and left the hotel.

Compared with a hundred years ago, this small town has some changes, such as modern western-style buildings and infrastructure built in recent years, but a large part of it overlaps with the memory.

In the morning, the town has not yet woken up.

Mo Qing was walking on the road, the roadside was full of wild flowers and the air was fresh.

The sun was covered by clouds and mist, and the light was a little dizzy. You could feel the smell of dampness between breaths.

When he was about to reach the river, Mo Qing saw a breakfast shop and walked over: "A glass of soy milk and two deep-fried dough sticks."

"okay."

The boss beamed with joy, and packed her up neatly.

There are not many guests.

Mo Qing scanned the QR code to pay the bill, took the breakfast, but did not leave.

She glanced in the direction of the broken bridge as if unintentionally, and asked the boss: "Is there someone living under the bridge?"

"That's right, a lunatic lives here." The boss looked at the broken bridge, shaking his head like a rattle, "He is the first batch of college students in our town. It is said that he was hit by work outside and went crazy not long after he came back. He lives under the bridge every day, he is crazy. No one cares about him, he lives by picking up rubbish."

After the boss finished speaking, he glanced at Mo Qing's face: "You are here to film with the crew, right? You look really good-looking. What's the female number?"

Mo Qing said, "I'm here to travel."

"There's nothing interesting in our town," the boss started the chatterbox, "Has the first line of sky in Xishan gone?"

"Been there before. Revisiting old places."

The boss enthusiastically recommended several scenic spots to Mo Qing.

Mo Qing responded with a few perfunctory words, and when a new guest arrived, she bid farewell to the boss.

The boss saw the direction she was going, and said: "Sister, stay away from the bridge, that madman will beat people when he gets mad."

Mo Qing didn't answer.

She paced to the direction of the broken bridge.

It would be strange if the man was indeed insane.

At least, the clothes she wore last night were quite clean.

Mo Qing walked to the river, and the cool wind from the river lifted her hair and brushed her cheeks and hair tips.

Taking out a cup of soy milk, Mo Qing poked the straw in and drank it.

She seems aimless, but she is getting closer and closer to the broken bridge.

Suddenly, the figure appearing under the embankment caught Mo Qing's eyes.

Stopping, Mo Qing bit the straw, looked sideways, and landed on the steps below the embankment, and saw a man in black with his back to her, holding a snakeskin bag in one hand, and holding a tongs in the other, and was floating up the river. plastic bottle down.

Mo Qing hissed.

This back is too similar.

Bending down to pick up a stone, Mo Qing narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and threw it at the figure.

The stone was aimed precisely, and flew past the man's cheek, and landed on the river in front of him, splashing a splash of water, and the water rippled.

Faced with this situation, the man just paused for a moment, without any sign of being frightened. After a short moment, he turned his head back.

The breeze is blowing, and the sky is dark.

Mo Qing saw the man's face clearly.

With sword eyebrows and star eyes, deep eye sockets, and sharp face lines, it is a standard handsome face.The wind lifted the broken hair on his forehead, flickering, and the movement of frowning was very clear.

"Jiang..." Mo Qing bit his straw and pondered for a while, then tilted his head at last, and hesitantly gave a description, "Bad?"

Jiang Ke's expression was indifferent.

After looking at Mo Qing for a while, Jiang Ke said heavily: "I have suspected it for a long time."

Mo Qing walked towards the steps slowly, and answered: "What?"

Jiang Ke narrowed his eyes: "You really didn't pretend to be a position on me?"

"I'm here on a business trip." Mo Qing walked down the steps slowly, his eyes fell on Jiang Ke with great interest, "Ask Huos if you don't believe me."

Jiang Ke followed her gaze and saw the snakeskin bag and the fire tongs in her hand.

"The equipment is really complete, are you planning to settle down?" Mo Qing found it more interesting and teased.

"There is a place to shelter from the wind and rain, together?" Jiang Ke simply broke the can.

"No." Mo Qing refused, "I'm delicate."

"..."

Jiang Ke was speechless.

At this time, Mo Qing had already come to him.

In front of Jiang Ke, Mo Qing has always paid no attention to social distance. He glanced at the garbage floating on the river surface, then leaned forward and glanced at Jiang Ke's snakeskin bag: "What are you holding?"

Jiang Ke opened the snakeskin bag frankly: "Plastic bottles, three cents each."

"A good man with strong bones, self-reliance and good ambition." Mo Qing glanced at the three plastic bottles in his eyes, and couldn't hold back his smile, "Isn't he earning a lot in the morning?"

"It's okay." Jiang Ke said.

Mo was overjoyed.

Her casual and lazy eyebrows were stained with a smile, shallow but vivid eyes, for a moment, it seemed that even the surrounding environment was clear.

If she usually feels alienated when getting along with people, then at this moment, she must be approachable.

Jiang Ke looked at her and didn't speak.

He wasn't angry when Mo Qing saw the joke, but his emotions were hidden so deeply that no one knew what he was thinking.

"I'll treat you to breakfast." After the music, Mo Qing picked up the bag containing fried dough sticks, "You take one."

"I'm so sorry."

While talking, Jiang Ke took the bag from Mo Qing's hand.

There is no sense of "sorry".

A few minutes later, the two sat on the steps, blowing the river breeze, each with a deep-fried dough stick.The snakeskin bag and the poker were put aside, and the bag was swaying in the wind.

Mo Qing drank the last sip of soy milk, shook the paper cup, and asked, "Is there a lunatic living under the broken bridge?"

"Ah."

"What did you approach him for?"

"I don't know." Jiang Ke tilted his head slightly, looking at the outline of Mo Qing's face, "I came to Qingqiao Town the day before yesterday, and I ran into him by the river. When he saw me, he called 'Mr. Jiang'."

Shaking the paper cup paused, Mo Qing seemed to have a different expression, but it passed by in a flash, and it was hard to catch.

"Oh."

With a simple answer, Mo Qing threw the paper cup into the trash bag.

"You..." Jiang Ke paused, and then asked in a low voice, "He has been to Qingqiao Town?"

Mo Qing tilted his head, met Jiang Ke's gaze, and said simply, "We've all been here before."

She is open.

After she finished speaking, she thought that Jiang Ke would ask, but when she waited, it was unexpected.

Jiang Ke suddenly looked at the river, and changed the subject: "Are you here because of an accident with the crew?"

Startled for a while, Mo Qing responded, "Yes."

Jiang Ke asked, "Do you know anything about the movies they made?"

"Not interested in."

Mo Qing was not interested.

"The movie is called "Cicada in Winter". It is said that the story is adapted from a legend a hundred years ago." Jiang Ke said slowly.

Mo Qing took a bite of the fritters.

She waited boredly for Jiang Ke to continue.

Jiang Ke stared at her for a while, and continued: "After a battle, an officer and a girl fled here. The officer was seriously injured and died soon. It was a winter, and with the war and famine, the town Everyone is in danger. The girl kept the officer alive by stealing food and medicinal materials, and was finally besieged by the villagers..."

Mo Qing stopped listening and interrupted him: "Who is the screenwriter?"

Jiang Ke didn't answer but asked instead: "Is it the story between you and him?"

"..."

Jiang Ke's question was not answered.

Mo Qing was silent, and slowly finished the fried dough sticks, then got up.

Mo Qing glanced at him and said softly, "Let's talk next time."

Jiang Ke didn't speak, but looked at the calm river and the mountains on the other side, with emotions rolling in his eyes.

Mo Qing left.

Mo Qing didn't look back until he was far away.

*
It was almost nine o'clock when we got back to the hotel.

Goblin and Song Yiyuan were chatting at the door.

Suddenly, seeing Mo Qing's figure walking from the street, both of them were a little surprised.

Song Yiyuan asked: "Where have you been?"

Goblin said: "I thought you were sleeping in your room all the time."

"Walking around the town." Mo Qing clapped his hands, noticed the dilapidated car parked by the side of the road, and glanced around, "Where's the driver?"

"The driver was very frightened last night. He must have had a nightmare. He ran over this morning and gave us the car keys, so we can do whatever we want." Song Yiyuan explained.

Mo Qing nodded: "Clean up and go to the set."

"I'll contact Xiao Wu from the crew." Goblin took out his cell phone, "Xiao Wu said that the crew has arranged work for us, and we can move freely in the crew, so the investigation will be more convenient."

"Ah."

Mo Qing had no opinion.

Originally, he was supposed to stay in the crew to investigate.

After listening to Jiang Ke's story just now, Mo Qing felt that maybe he could have a deeper understanding.

The three of them moved quickly, packed their things in a short while, and got into the car together.

Mo Qing didn't have a driver's license, so he naturally sat in the back.

Song Yiyuan drove the car and sat in front with Goblin.

There were traces of Mo Qing's "violence" last night on the car door.

"It takes a lot of effort to close this door." Song Yiyuan patted twice before closing the car door. He turned his head and said to the two of them, "The hotel doesn't provide breakfast. Shall we buy something to eat on the way?"

"Of course." Goblin was starving.

"Ah."

Mo Qing gave Jiang Ke a deep-fried dough stick, and he is not full now.

Can--

The dilapidated car drove wobbly for 2 minutes, stopped on the side of the road, and smoked.

Song Yiyuan: "..."

Goblin: "..."

Mo Qing: "..."

"I forgot to read the almanac on this trip." Goblin felt a chill running down his spine, and raised his hand to rub his handsome face fiercely. "I always have an ominous premonition."

Song Yiyuan put his hands on the steering wheel, dumbfounded: "Does this still require a premonition?"

Goblin: "..." Also.

Song Yiyuan turned his head and said to Mo Qing meaningfully: "God is punishing you for being disrespectful to the teacher."

"..."

Mo Qing didn't bother to talk to him, opened the car door, and walked out.

Immediately afterwards, under the surprised gazes of Song Yiyuan and Goblin, Mo Qing opened the hood of the car, and then went all the way.

Within 2 minutes, Mo Qing closed the hood of the car and raised eyebrows with Song Yiyuan.

She said, "Try."

Song Yiyuan turned on the engine suspiciously, and the car was really repaired.

Raising his eyebrows in surprise, Song Yiyuan rested his elbows on the window sill, poked his head out, and praised Mo Qing: "Yes, you."

"I, an intellectual who received higher education a hundred years ago." Mo Qing boasted and got into the car, slammed the door, and issued a brief instruction, "Drive."

Song Yiyuan drove the car forward, wondering: "Didn't you say that you haven't read a book for a few days?"

Mo Qing said leisurely: "This does not affect my knowledge."

Song Yiyuan: "..."

Just pretend you are!
It's just a car repair, at best a skilled worker.

Mo Qing seemed to have guessed Song Yiyuan's slander, and added slowly: "It doesn't affect me getting the first place in the exam, and getting [-] points in the assessment."

"..."

Song Yiyuan immediately sat upright.

Goblin also dared not speak.

Yes.

No matter how excellent the resumes of the two of them are, they are still unsightly scum to Mo Qing.

People may be genetically despised you.

What are they fighting for?

……

The three of them found a breakfast shop along the street, ordered some food, and when it was their turn to pay, the three of them looked at me and I looked at you, and finally Mo Qing paid.

Goblin got into the car with his breakfast, and looked at Song Yiyuan with contempt: "Dude, you are a dignified former high school teacher and former medical team leader, don't you have money?"

"No money." Song Yiyuan got angry when he said that, "I did something for him last time and destroyed a cultural relic, and the last bit of savings was taken away by Hoss, and I owe him a sum of money. He is a cannibal Never spit out bones."

After Song Yiyuan finished speaking, he looked at Goblin and asked suspiciously: "What about you? Anyway, you were the head of a department before, and you also have a small store."

"The head of a department without performance earns [-] a month. My rent is already [-]." Goblin worried when he said this, "The commissary is still losing money."

Song Yiyuan and Goblin suddenly thought of something, looked at each other, and looked at Mo Qing hopefully.

Mo Qing directly showed them the bank balance.

"Didn't Huos give you endless living expenses?" Song Yiyuan was shocked when he saw the balance.

"I just found out." Mo Qing said, "Huo Si found out what Wen Banling and I did, and debited all the balance in my card. Said to wait until I go back and finish my review."

"I knew that Hoss is not a good person." Goblin patted the center armrest with emotion, and then spared no effort to fire, "My minister, are you not angry? A captain is bullying you!"

Song Yiyuan also echoed: "This is unbearable!"

Goblin continued: "Yes. Minister, think about your status and dignity!"

Mo Qing was not angry at all after being repeatedly slammed by them, Youzai Youzai picked up a bag of steamed buns, leaned back, and crossed his legs: "I'm still within the inspection period."

Goblin: "..."

Song Yiyuan: "..."

Ok.

Huo Si held the power of life and death of Mo Qing.

So, the three paupers finished their breakfast in silence, drove a dilapidated car, and wandered to the destination of this trip - the filming location of "Winter Cicada".

(End of this chapter)