Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 2 Number 909 [02] Give a cigarette, borrow a fire

The sound of the rain in the courtyard was chaotic and intertwined into a net in the sultry air, covering it airtightly, and the villa felt a sense of suffocation.

Mo Qing walked around the bedroom, pushed open the French windows, and stepped onto the balcony barefoot.

The ground was drenched by the rain, and the smell of damp came over with a dull smell. When it blew across the skin, it was not only wet and hot, but also had a sticky touch.

Covering the railing with his hands, Mo Qing raised his eyes and saw the dark clouds gathered in the sky, the villa area washed by the heavy rain, the unified buildings, and the man-made landscape.

Looking back, he saw a straight figure on the slanted balcony, and his gaze paused.

"guest?"

She spoke in a moderate tone, quite penetrating in the dull and noisy rain.

Two lines of sight came over.

It was a man with a straight and slender figure, wearing a white shirt and black trousers, simple but exquisite.He was smoking a cigarette, and white strands of tobacco rose up, lingering around his brows and eyes, buffering the sharpness and indifference of his gaze.

He is very young.

Not like the "father" or "brother" in the family.

She calmly met his scrutiny and scrutiny.

After a while, the man's stern expression became more playful, and he leaned on the railing and stared at her with deep eyes.

He held the cigarette between his fingers, opened and closed his thin lips, and asked lazily, "Mo Qing?"

"what."

Mo Qing's eyes fell on his hands.

The slender fingers are like works of art, with well-defined joints and long and thin hands. When you pinch the cigarette with your index finger, the ash falls gently.That noble and indifferent posture is like a picture scroll, even the movement of shaking smoke is eye-catching.

"Give me a cigarette." Mo Qing raised his eyebrows.

Eyelids lifted, the man closed his eyes, still in a lazy posture: "Get it yourself."

The voice drifted with the sound of rain, and fell to the ground melodiously.

At that moment, a white shadow flashed in the corner of the man's vision. Before he could feel his astonishment, he saw the girl who was on the balcony next door flying over a distance of two or three meters.

A refreshing breeze blew in the air, accompanied by the light fragrance of the girl.

Mo Qing half squatted on the railing, less than half a meter away from him.

She narrowed her eyes and said, "Here we come."

His eyes paused on her for a moment, the man held a cigarette in his mouth, took out a cigarette from his pocket and threw it to her.

Mo Qing held it in his hands, jumped off the railing, and stepped on the smooth ground with his bare feet, his body was as light as a butterfly's wings.

The man took a puff of his cigarette, and looked at her meaningfully: "Is your skill developed by riding a horse and herding sheep?"

"right."

Mo Qing answered casually.

Time was tight, and the base only gave her a week to learn about the new society, so what she knew was not comprehensive.In order to keep her secret, they specially arranged for her to be a "sheep herding girl in a remote area".

The communication there is underdeveloped, the facilities are backward, and it is a key poverty alleviation area. The different customs, customs and landforms are incompatible with modern society.

Coming out from there, even if it seems "different", it is justifiable.

The man looks at her.

The small suspenders are paired with hot pants, and a long shirt is worn outside, which hangs open on both sides.The body is fully exposed, a small waist is delicate and white, the long legs are well-proportioned and straight, and there is a tattoo on the left ankle, which is shaped like a leaf.

Damn shepherdess.

the man thought.

As soon as the thought stopped, the man's eyes drooped slightly, and he saw the girl coming to him.

With a cigarette in her mouth, she raised her eyes slightly, and her slender eyelashes fluttered, and a shadow fell on her.

"Borrow a fire."

Biting the cigarette butt, she said casually, and then moved closer.

The two cigarettes were pressed together, wisps of white smoke floated up, and the faint flame flickered, burning the cigarette paper and shredded tobacco.

The man didn't move, his gaze moved down to the side of her neck.

Her hair was a little wet from the rain, and the black hair fell on her fair neck, sticking lightly, strand by strand.The long neck is slender, and the clear lines appear hazy in the low light.The pulse on the side of her neck was beating, beating and beating, fresh and powerful, yet showing a sense of fragility.

It breaks with a pinch.

Bite and snap.

The blood that was flowing quietly suddenly became restless.

The smoke burned.

Mo Qing took a puff of cigarette, and the sprayed smoke came with the wind, bypassing his neck and cheeks.

When the smoke cleared, the darkness in his eyes seemed to grow thicker.

"Knock knock knock."

The door was knocked.

Through the sound of rain and the distance, Mama Yang's voice came: "Mr. Jiang, the meal is ready, Madam invites you to go down to eat."

The cigarette was about to burn out, the man took it off, took a look at Mo Qing, and answered Mama Yang.

Yang Ma left and went to the next door.

At this time, Mo Qing turned over and jumped onto the railing. Before leaving, he suddenly turned his head and asked the man, "Which river?"

"The country remains the same."

Looking at her with deep eyes, the man's voice was calm and unruffled.

"Oh."

Mo Qing turned around and jumped to the balcony next door.

The long hair spread out in the air, with a little rain, but it didn't add some charm.Like a wild fox in the dark night, stretching its fangs and claws, it is unrestrained and unscrupulous.

When she landed, she stood still and turned around to look. The balcony was empty and there was no man.

Mo Qing bent his lower lip with a meaningful expression.

coincidence?

Reincarnation?

It looks so long.

The new world after a hundred years is really interesting.

*
Not surprisingly, Mo Qing met a man at the dinner table.

The man sits in the main seat, his aura is not angry and pretentious.

He raised his eyelids, glanced at Mo Qing, and then retracted it lightly, as if he had never seen it before.

Mrs. Mo still had lingering fears about Mo Qing's threat, and now she trembled whenever she saw Mo Qing's calf.However, after glancing at the two people at the table, she gained some confidence.

"This is your uncle from afar, Jiang Ke." Mrs. Mo introduced the man first, and then pointed to a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy next to him, "Your brother, Mo Suian."

"Oh, my name is Mo Qing."

Mo Qing walked over slowly, pulled out a chair and sat down, raised his hands and gestured like a master.

"Where's your upbringing?" Mo Suian frowned slightly, his gaze was like a sharp sword, gouging towards Mo Qing.

Although he is not very old, his aura has its own demeanor, his brows are proud and indifferent, and his aura is actually stronger than Mrs. Mo, the head of the house.

Mo Qing accepted the move: "No."

"..."

"I was herding sheep at the age of three, raising a family at the age of seven, was sold at the age of 13, and entered pyramid schemes at the age of 15." Mo Qing said, "I don't understand what you mean by upbringing."

Mrs. Mo: "..." Lie.

Mo Suian: "..." Nonsense.

Finally, Jiang Ke raised his eyelids and looked lazily at Mo Qing: "If you don't understand, just learn."

"The only thing I can't do is my ability to learn." Mo Qing answered with ease.

Jiang Ke didn't rush: "Since it's a congenital defect, let's eat first." After finishing speaking, he took a slow look at Mo Qing and asked kindly, "Eat, can you?"

These words are not very lethal, but extremely humiliating.

Mo Qing: "..."

If it wasn't for his face, she would have already done it now.

Jiang Ke slowly unbuttoned the luxurious and delicate cufflinks.

Mrs. Mo and Mo Suian obviously respected him, and since he spoke out, they have never picked on Mo Qing again.Moreover, they didn't move their chopsticks until Jiang Ke rolled up his sleeves to pick up the chopsticks.

Mo Qing put the vegetables into a bowl, squinted at the three of them, and felt that the atmosphere was very strange.

——Jiang carved like a guest.

—and a distinguished guest.

……

At the end of the meal, Mrs. Mo suddenly thought of something, and said to Mo Qing: "School will start in two days. The family has made two arrangements for you. One is to start studying in the first year of high school, and you will try to take the second exam." The second is to go directly to the third year of high school, and after the college entrance examination next year, I will put you in a junior college."

"Huo Si has made arrangements, and he will go directly to the third year of high school." Mo Qing said.

Mrs. Mo was slightly taken aback, thinking that the country still treats children like this, and she was a little surprised.

After a pause, she asked, "Which school?"

"First Attached High School."

Mrs. Mo: "..." I believe you.

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