Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 157 A hundred years ago [14] Jiang Ke: I am Jiang Yan's gift to you

"Want to keep your distance?"

she asked, her tone casual.

This woman is like a devil, she speaks a few words, easily manipulates people, and makes people fascinated.

Jiang Ke lowered his eyelids, half covered his eyes, but couldn't hide his emotions.

He raised Mo Qing's hand, and with some force, the tiger's mouth clamped around her wrist.

He lowered his head, approached her slightly, his voice was slightly hoarse, and he paused every word: "Don't play tricks on me."

"It hurts." Mo Qing frowned lightly.

His mouth screamed for pain, but his voice was calm.

Jiang Ke snorted coldly, and let go of her wrist: "I thought you wouldn't hurt."

Mo Qing lowered his eyes, then raised them again, and said lightly, "I can be killed."

Jiang Ke's hands dropped, his fingers curled up and clenched into fists.

The blue veins on the back of the hand are prominent, one by one, densely intertwined.

Knowing that she did it on purpose, but her mood was still taken away, and she was pulled for no reason.

He pursed his lips, remained silent, with a cold face, took out the needle bag from his pocket, and handed it to Mo Qing.

Mo Qing kneaded his wrist, saw his movements, let go of his wrist, took the acupuncture needles, and said, "I'm planning to go to the scene, you can come together. I happen to have something to ask you."

Jiang Ke's tone was stiff: "I won't go."

Mo Qing took a step, heard the sound, backed up and stopped in front of him.

She narrowed her eyes: "Not going?"

Jiang Ke said firmly, "I won't go."

Smiling suddenly, Mo Qing hooked his fingers around his collar, tidied it up, then slid her fingers to the side, and patted his shoulder.

She said, "I'll wait for you downstairs."

Jiang Ke frowned: "You..."

"Can't hear."

Mo Qing cut off his words, waved his hand, and left directly.

Jiang Ke turned his head, seeing her back in his eyes, and slowly took a breath.

He seemed to be eaten to death by her.

*
Mo Qing waited downstairs for 3 minutes.

I didn't wait until Jiang carved it.

A drunk man staggered by the side of the road. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a girl in a red dress standing under a street lamp. Some desire suddenly appeared in his cloudy eyes, and he walked straight towards Mo Qing.

Mo Qing saw it, glanced coldly, and ignored it.

The drunk looked at Mo Qing, drunk, but his eyes were naked.

He smiled, and reached out to grab Mo Qing's shoulder: "How much is it for a night?"

His hand didn't touch Mo Qing's shoulder.

Because, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist.

The force was so great that the drunk man felt his hands were being shackled, and he wanted to break free, but he couldn't move an inch.

He cursed, and raised his eyes to look at the troublemaker, but he met a pair of eyes full of coldness and danger. When he was stared at by those eyes, he only felt a shiver all over his body.

He shuddered.

Jiang Ke pushed him forward and said coldly, "Get out."

The drunk man took two steps back and staggered.

In normal times, when encountering such a stubborn stubble, the drunk would have slipped away long ago.

Unfortunately, he drank alcohol today.

As the saying goes, wine is strong and courageous.

Oddly enough, he didn't leave wisely, but braved up and took another step forward.

"Are you a woman?" The drunk looked at Mo Qing with revealing eyes, clicked his tongue, and commented, "It must be something to dress so coquettishly—"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because, Jiang Ke kicked him in the lower abdomen, and his whole body flew out. After falling to the ground, he struggled and did not get up again.

After getting rid of this person, Jiang Ke frowned slightly, and looked at Mo Qing who was watching the show calmly with a little displeasure.

"You can bear it."

Jiang Ke made a sound, and under the trend of anger, it was inevitable to be a little taunting.

Mo Qing glanced at him, and said as a matter of course, "Isn't there you?"

Jiang Ke gritted his molars: "You—"

Mo Qing asked leisurely: "How is it?"

"..."

Jiang Ke swallowed the words.

"Let's go." Mo Qing stepped on the road with bare feet, raised his arms and folded them behind his head, and then stretched them out again, "If you delay any longer, the sky will be dawn."

"and many more."

Jiang Ke called her to stop.

Mo Qing stopped, turned around, and looked at him suspiciously.

Meaning: Have to lose your temper?

Seeing the questioning in her eyes, Jiang Ke felt unhappy for a while, but then he endured it again and handed over a pair of slippers in his hand.

He said, "Put it on."

Mo Qing glanced at it, and resolutely refused: "No."

Jiang Ke frowned: "Wouldn't it hurt?"

"Yes." Mo Qing nodded, and then gave a reason, "But the shoes are too ugly."

These are a pair of hotel slippers.

It's black, it's a big size, and it's worn in the shower.

So ugly you don't want to take a second look.

"What's the problem?" Jiang Ke was puzzled and couldn't understand.

Mo Qing paused for two seconds, looked at him, and repeated a word with a very clear pronunciation: "Ugly."

Jiang Ke finally understood: "Not good enough for you?"

"Correct."

Mo Qing confessed frankly.

Jiang Ke choked up, feeling that she was fine, and threw the slippers at her feet: "Just make it."

Mo Qing was decisive: "No."

There is no room for negotiation at all.

However, Jiang Ke also gave up discussing with her, stepped forward two steps, and walked up to her.

Mo Qing was wondering when she saw Jiang Ke squatting down in front of her.

He picked up a shoe with one hand, and then stretched out his hand to hold Mo Qing's ankle.

At this moment, the actions of both of them paused.

Mo Qing's feet were exposed all the time, and his skin was cold, but Jiang Ke's hands were warm and generous. When covering them, a wave of warmth spread from bottom to top.

Mo Qing froze.

Jiang Ke paused for a second, but still picked up her foot, and put the extremely ugly slipper on her.

He saw her feet, with round and beautiful toes, neatly manicured nails, and even skin color, which lined with the beautiful shape of her feet, which had a sense of art.

pity.

Stepped on the mud.

Soon, Jiang Ke picked up Mo Qing's left foot and put on the remaining slipper.

When he got up together, he saw Mo Qing looking down at the slippers on his feet, his eyebrows were furrowed tightly, as if he was hesitating - whether to kick the slippers off.

"It's pretty." Jiang Ke said against his will.

"Ah."

Mo Qing sneered.

Obviously, Mo Qing still has the most basic aesthetics.

Jiang Ke coughed lightly and changed the subject: "What do you want to ask me?"

Mo Qing, who was still fussing about the slippers, hesitated for a moment when he heard his question, and put the matter behind him.

Forcing herself to ignore the slippers on her feet, Mo Qing walked slowly on the road.

She said, "That sentence."

Jiang Ke asked, "Which sentence?"

After asking, he reacted.

At the same time, Mo Qing said: "What is your position when you control life and death?"

Jiang Ke's heart sank, and he seemed to answer the words unintentionally: "What?"

Mo Qing asked: "How do you know this sentence?"

Jiang Ke thought of the memory that suddenly popped up in his mind, and also thought of her performance in the hotel room.

A chill spread from the bottom of my heart, and soon spread to my whole body.

Jiang Ke's brows and eyes also turned cold: "Do you still have expectations that he is me?"

Mo Qing didn't answer, just said: "You answer my question."

Jiang Ke said in a deep voice, "You answer me first."

Mo Qing was silent for a while, she raised her eyes to look forward, dragged her big slippers and walked forward, her tone was flat: "No."

"..."

Jiang Ke followed behind her without saying a word.

She said no.

Very simple and crisp.

However, her attitude towards herself is not like that.

"I told you, but you don't believe me." Mo Qing said without haste, then suddenly turned around, faced him, and walked backwards. She smiled very lightly, "Let me ask, are you out of your mind? Have you ever been kicked by a donkey?"

"..."

It was the first time Jiang Ke saw someone scolding him so directly.

There is no art of speaking.

Jiang Ke didn't care about this with her, and after pondering for a while, he asked, "Did he tell you that sentence?"

"Ah."

"That scene, did it really happen?"

"Ah."

Mo Qing confessed frankly.

Although the screenwriter made a mistake and the lines and events were different, similar things did happen to her and Jiang Yan.

That was after leaving Qingqiao Town.

Outside the battlefield, she met a gangster who wanted their lives, so she wanted his life.

However, Jiang Yan stopped him.

Mo Qing said, "He said I was arrogant."

"arrogant?"

Jiang Ke had a vague memory.

However, I can't think of anything specific.

"Controlling life at will is arrogance to life." Mo Qing said, "Killing people from a personal perspective is no different from a mob."

Jiang Ke was noncommittal.

He knew that Mo Qing had blood on his hands.

However, he now knew that none of the blood on Mo Qing's hands died in vain.

Although Jiang Ke was very resistant to Jiang Yan from the bottom of his heart.

——a conflict that he couldn't explain clearly.

However, he agrees with Jiang Yan's point of view.

"Jiang Yan," Jiang Ke looked into Mo Qing's eyes immediately after saying the name, "What kind of person is he?"

Mo Qing stepped back on a big rock, she stood on tiptoe, took another step back, and got off the rock.

She has light movements, a graceful figure, and a light skirt.

She turned around, opened her hand, opened one wide sleeve, and the light penetrated the tulle, leaving a thin red shadow on the ground.

The hand dropped again, and Mo Qing looked back at him: "I can't explain clearly, I can't see through."

Jiang Ke's gaze followed her figure non-stop.

There seemed to be a magical power in her, drawing his attention.

"How to say?"

Jiang Ke asked slowly.

"No one knows what he's thinking." Mo Qing raised his eyelids slightly, no longer shy away from mentioning Jiang Yan, and said frankly, "Including me."

Jiang Ke was a little surprised.

"When he was a teenager, he had a very funny temper, easy to get along with, loved to joke around, and loved to play with others. Later, he changed into a different look before he knew it." Mo Qing thought for a while, "Maybe the responsibility on his shoulders is not enough. Same."

"You are not his..."

Jiang Ke paused for a while, but didn't finish speaking.

With such a close relationship, you can't tell a person?

"Yeah." Mo Qing said, "He kept me by his side, catering to my preferences. I realized it later, and one day, I suddenly discovered that he even tastes exactly like me."

"..."

Jiang Ke stopped.

Mo tilted his eyes at him, and asked with a smile, "You said, I suspect that you are him, is it reasonable?"

"..."

Jiang was silent.

At this moment, even he himself couldn't tell.

So those coincidences...

It's not just a coincidence.

"However," Mo Qing analyzed, "Even the order of the menus is the same, it's a bit deliberate."

Jiang Ke paused for a while, then said heavily: "Is there a possibility?"

Mo Qing tilted his head and took the words: "What?"

The line of Jiang Ke's lips was tensed into a line, and it took a long time before he said the guess that he didn't want to admit: "My existence was originally a gift from him to you."

Mo Qing was stunned.

She looked at Jiang Ke, wondering: "Why do you think so?"

"That means he wants to be reborn." Jiang Ke asked back, "Otherwise, what explanation do you have?"

"..."

This time, it was Mo Qing's turn to be silent.

Jiang Ke asked again: "Why do I look exactly like him, why do I taste exactly like him, why do you always think of him?"

Mo Qing pursed his lips.

Jiang Ke continued: "My past memories are all fake. My existence, everything about me, should be under my control, but in fact, they were all arranged in advance. It seems that I am doing my own thing. choice, but in fact a necessary choice."

Just like when he was giving Mrs. Chen the menu, he would never have imagined that after two years, there would be a girl who could give the exact same menu.

He even felt...

His concern for Mo Qing was also deliberately arranged by someone.

Mo Qing pondered for a moment, then suddenly said: "You don't have to worry about anything."

Jiang Ke frowned.

Mo Qing said freely: "If that's the case, I will definitely give you a free life."

Based on her understanding of Jiang Yan...

Whether Jiang Ke was reborn through Jiang Ke, or Jiang Ke was specially shaped for her, Jiang Yan would do it as long as he had the ability.

However, she lightly gave Jiang Ke a promise.

She doesn't need a stand-in.

She went forward.

Jiang Ke looked at Mo Qing's back after a brief absence, and finally followed.

*
For the next part of the journey, the two tacitly kept silent and stopped mentioning anything related to Jiang Yan.

They came to the front of the house.

The crew has already left, and even the equipment has been emptied.

The clothes of the two are still in the RV, and the RV has already left, so they can only continue to wear costumes.

Walking into the house this time is like going back to a hundred years ago.

"You check the second floor, I'll check the first floor." Entering the yard, Mo Qing instructed Jiang Ke.

Jiang Ke nodded.

They split up.

Mo Qing first checked around the yard, but found no useful clues, then she entered the lobby.

As soon as she stepped in, she heard the sound of "squeak", she frowned, held a silver needle between her fingers, raised her hand and threw it over, the silver needle pierced the head of the rat that was moving in a hurry in the dark.

The mouse was killed in seconds.

Mo Qing walked over.

She first put away the silver needle stuck on the wall, wiped it clean with a cloth, put it away, and then came to the mouse.

She grabbed the mouse by the tail and picked it up.

half a catty.

"What's wrong with the mouse?" Jiang Ke walked down the stairs, holding a mobile phone in his hand to light up.

Mo Qing held the mouse's tail, shook it, and said very seriously: "You can have a meal."

"..."

Jiang Ke's expression turned green in a second.

Seeing his expression, Mo Qing shrugged his shoulders, threw the mouse aside, and asked, "Do you have any clues?"

"There are vases on the second floor, they should be ready-made. It's not difficult." Jiang Ke's eyes paused for a second on the dead mouse, "There are so many mice, it's hard to catch."

"Medicine fainting is fine, as long as you have time, you can do it." Mo Qing clapped his hands, "You can ask, what else does Yin Lin do besides picking up trash and going crazy."

"Ah."

Jiang Ke nodded.

Mo Qing wanted to reach for the phone, but found that the phone had also been left in the car.

She paused, and then asked, "Did Song Yiyuan call back?"

"..." Jiang Ke was silent for a while, and said, "No."

(End of this chapter)