Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 25 Longevity Association [02] Maintain Mo Qing and trace history
Jiang Qiyi naturally also noticed Mo Qing.

"Don't get me wrong, I just can't stand them doing such immoral things." Jiang Qiyi said arrogantly, raising his jaw with a tugging look.

After finishing speaking, he squinted at Mo Qing from the corner of his eye, seeing Mo Qing's calm and indifferent face, cleared his throat, and said, "Besides, I really fucking admire your courage."

This is on two levels.

One is that Mo Qing has the courage to pretend to be Wen Yingxue, and grandly become the eldest lady in the Mo family.

Second, Mo Qing dared to show up at school with his head held high after the truth was revealed.

"You're welcome." Mo Qing said.

"Compared to Wen Yingxue, who is stern, I appreciate your frankness more." Jiang Qiyi expressed his position, paused, and rubbed his nose with his fingers, "Don't worry, I will protect you from now on. "

Mo Qing glanced at him and answered, "Give me your life?"

"Fuck!" Jiang Qiyi was so impatient that he cursed obscenities, and was so embarrassed that he scratched his toes on the ground, almost jumping up, "If you mention this to me again, I will never end with you!"

He put down his harsh words, rubbed the goose bumps on his arms, and ran away like he was running away.

Mo Qing smiled very shallowly.

She was 2 minutes late before entering the classroom.When entering the classroom, the atmosphere inside was so quiet that it was a little weird. Some people looked at her from the corner of their eyes, but no one dared to tease her.

after all--

Jiang Qiyi was coaxed when he entered the classroom, and he simply let go in advance: "In the future, anyone who has trouble with Mo Qing will be able to get along with me. Don't meddle in our family's affairs, and don't make fun of yourself."

*
As a head teacher of a century-old prestigious school and a staff member of the Eighth Base, Song Yiyuan worried about Mo Qing for a long time.

He was a little worried when he learned that the students were using ink for fun, and he also heard about the atmosphere of public opinion. However, during class, he found that the students cared more about study and exams, so he was relieved.

——They deserve to be a century-old school.

Song Yiyuan's Chinese class in Class [-] was scheduled for the fourth quarter in the morning. He planned to finish a set of test papers, but when he turned around and wrote a few words on the blackboard, Mo Qing disappeared.

He didn't wait until Mo Qing came back. He held back until after class. He searched everywhere but couldn't find Mo Qing.

He was hesitating whether to tell Huoss, but as soon as he stepped into the office door, he saw Mo Qing sitting with Mr. Zhang, who taught history. Mo Qing was quietly listening to Mr. Zhang telling a certain figure in modern history.

Song Yiyuan was dumbfounded, and leaned over to find a sense of presence: "I wonder if I teach science classes?"

Teacher Zhang glanced at him: "You are."

"Then what are you doing?" Song Yiyuan pointed to Teacher Zhang and questioned Mo Qing with a sour face, "You skipped my class to listen to his bullshit?"

"Mr. Song, shouldn't it be encouraged for students to seek knowledge and study hard?" Teacher Zhang asked politely, and then argued, "Besides, history is not a lie."

Song Yiyuan was infuriated: "But she doesn't need to study history!"

Teacher Zhang said: "Everyone should remember the history, otherwise they always think that the good days just fell from the sky."

Song Yiyuan still wanted to argue with Mr. Zhang, but Mo Qing stared at him, so he could only shut up resentfully.

After he was quiet, Mo Qing continued to ask Mr. Zhang: "Is there no record of the Battle of Pingcheng in history?"

"I don't know where you saw it. In the history I know, I haven't heard of this battle." Teacher Zhang thought for a while, "Well, my mentor—he specializes in modern history. Yes, he is retired now, and sometimes he answers students' questions online. If you are interested, I can give you his email address, and you can send him an email to ask."

Mo Qing nodded: "Okay."

Teacher Zhang quickly wrote down a series of mailboxes, tore off the note and handed it to Mo Qing.

"As for the person you mentioned—" Teacher Zhang paused, raised his hand and pushed his glasses, "I'm sorry, I haven't seen any records. History is all screened, and the person who can really be named , it's too little."

"Ah."

Mo Qing accepted the note and deserved to be calm.

Here, Song Yiyuan listened to their conversation, felt something was wrong, waited patiently for them to finish talking, and then quickly pulled Mo Qing out of the office to a secluded corner.

"What are you looking for?" Song Yiyuan asked vigilantly.

Mo Qing said: "An old friend."

Song Yiyuan opened his mouth, and wanted to say, "Shouldn't all your old friends die? It's useless to check it out, so let's look at it." But thinking about it was too heartless, and after carefully choosing his words, he said, "My condolences."

Mo Qing gave him a cold look.

"Why are you skipping my class?" Song Yiyuan was sour again, "I want to ask about an old friend, can't I ask after class?"

"I don't like Chinese."

Song Yiyuan's mind was extremely unbalanced, and he thought brokenly: "Where does language hinder you..."

"Read the question."

"What's wrong with the reading question?" Song Yiyuan thought of Mo Qing's answer, "You didn't write anything in the whole test paper, so you called him a scum! If it wasn't for your good handwriting, I wouldn't give you a single point." !"

Mo Qing sneered: "A man who made his fortune by relying on women, who is promiscuous outside, and bullies his wife and daughter at home. How can he write a few articles commemorating his dead wife in a hypocritical manner, and become a peerless good man in your opinion?"

"..."

Song Yiyuan: =0= Gossip loves me, I love gossip.

Song Yiyuan coughed pretending to be serious, and said seriously: "Haven't you had lunch yet? I invite you, and then we will have a good discussion about the private life of this scumbag you mentioned."

Mo Qing: "..."

*
Rejuvenation Pavilion.

It is still a medical clinic with no customers, it is desolate and deserted, the lobby is filled with a faint fragrance of medicine, every item belongs to it, neat and clean.

Min Chang was sorting out the account books at the front desk, when he heard Mo Qing's words, he raised his head in surprise: "Learn to use a computer?"

"Ah."

"doing what?"

"write e-mail."

Min Chang was silent for a while, and said, "Wait a minute."

He went upstairs once, and when he came down again, he was holding a laptop in his hand: "The one at the front desk is a desktop computer, and it's been a few years. You can use this, and it's easy to carry."

Mo Qing had no objection.

A space was left at the front desk, Min Chang put down the laptop, turned it on, explained every step to Mo Qing, and demonstrated the basic operations and the process of writing emails.

"understood."

Mo Qing held the laptop screen, adjusted the direction, and then sat down in front of the computer.

Min Chang was taken aback by her proficiency in registering an email address: "Have you learned it?"

Mo Qing looked at him: "Is it difficult?"

Thinking of his grandfather poking the elderly phone one by one, Min Chang had a strange expression on his face.But thinking of how well Mo Qing was familiar with mobile phones, he felt relieved.

There are many strange things about her.

Not bad for one or two.

While Mo Qing was playing with the computer, Min Chang continued to sort out the books.

After a while, Min Chang suddenly asked, "Do you have somewhere to go now?"

"Have."

"Oh."

Min Chang rubbed the tip of his nose with his fingers, and didn't speak any more.

Not long after, he received a call, hung up and said to Mo Qing, "I'll go out for a while."

"Ah."

Mo Qing focused on the mail.

Min Chang didn't leave for long when someone suddenly entered the door.

A girl wearing the school uniform of No. [-] High School came in.

After seeing Mo Qing, the girl was quite surprised, and then mocked: "Aren't you the fake daughter who pretended to be a fake daughter? Why are you in Min Chang's medical center?"

　QAQ, Mo Qing and Jiang Ke are all people who voluntarily choose to be erased by history.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)