Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 303 Number 012 [11] Mo Qing: At least no one saw you picking up trash by the river
Shan Yingying is full of hostility towards Jiang Ke.

Jiang Ke didn't answer, and paid the money neatly.A phone call happened to come, so he walked away to answer it.

Shan Yingying stretched her neck towards Mo Qing, and whispered gossip: "Mo Qing, is that your boyfriend?"

Mo Qing glanced at Jiang Ke's back, but did not deny it.

Shan Yingying is well informed and knows that Mo Qing has a boyfriend and is also an online car-hailing driver.

She also saw profile photos.

He is quite handsome, but his career is not very good, and the appearance of searching just now is really disappointing.

"How old is he older than you? How did you meet?" Shan Yingying continued to ask.

Mo Qing thought for a moment: "I live at his house in my third year of high school."

!

Shan Yingying was startled, her hand trembled, and almost knocked off the small piece of yogurt.

Forget about online car-hailing drivers!

Or a pervert? !

Mo Qing lived in his house, so he was following him?
After thinking about it for a long time, Shan Yingying finally stabilized and continued to stir the yogurt.

After a while, Shan Yingying asked casually, "Do you care about appearance when you are looking for a partner?"

Mo Qing reckoned and said, "It's not bad."

She hadn't thought about it.

Shan Yingying breathed a sigh of relief, and rolled her eyes slightly: "This weekend, our club has a party, do you want to join us? There are a few seniors in our club, they are good-looking, they can take care of others, and their family background is not bad..."

Shan Yingying hinted too clearly.

Mo Qing also understood.

This girl looks down on Jiang Ke and wants to introduce someone to her.

She glanced at Jiang Ke's place from the corner of her eye, and found it funny for no reason.

—Let him pretend everywhere.

—No one can look up to him.

Just as Mo Qing was about to refuse, Shan Yingying continued, "We are going to Liangxun Mountain. There is a mass grave there. It is said that it was left over from a war a hundred years ago. Now there is a monument to thousands of people."

"Okay." Mo Qing changed his words suddenly, and immediately asked, "What club are you?"

"We are called the Modern History Research Institute. In name, we study modern history, but we actually study one person."

"who?"

"We don't know the real name, but there is an alias, Mo Yi."

Mo Qing: "..."

Good guy.

again.

Shan Yingying spoke with great enthusiasm: "Did you know that this Mo Yi, with the power of one person, has achieved the blackboard wall atmosphere in our college, making countless teachers and students obsessed with academics, so that the custom of blackboard walls was formed later."

"...Really." Mo Qing answered without changing his expression.

"But his identity is a mystery, only one name is left, and he doesn't show up." Shan Yingying said, "I don't know which alumnus discovered it. There are many legends about him in our school. There is a suona tradition. Our college has a mechanical club that wins awards every year, and it seems that he founded it."

Shan Yingying smiled: "Oh, you can always find books with his annotations in the library. I heard from the seniors and sisters that the books he recorded are the books with the highest rate of borrowing by teachers and students in our medical school."

Mo Qing: "..." Why didn't Jiang Ke finish the phone call?

Shan Yingying talked non-stop.

Mo Qing's scalp tingled with embarrassment.

Finally, when the fried yogurt was ready, Jiang Ke finally came back.

Shan Yingying stopped the topic.

Mo Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Ke saw Ming Mo Qing's abnormality at a glance, turned his body slightly, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Mo Qing paused and said, "It's a small matter."

It's really not a big deal.

It's a prank from a hundred years ago, it was all dug up, and a deep interpretation was made.

Facing his own youth and frivolity, Mo Zuzong Qing expressed that he felt a little uncomfortable.

"Mo Qing, here it is."

Shan Yingying handed over the packaged fried yogurt.

It is two servings.

Mo Qing didn't answer, and glanced at it: "Two copies."

"I know." Shan Yingying forced the fried yogurt into Mo Qing's hand, "I said, I'll treat your portion."

After finishing speaking, Shan Yingying looked at Jiang Ke provocatively.

Jiang Ke: "..."

Mo Qing thought for a moment before accepting Shan Yingying's kindness.

*
When leaving with Mo Qing, Jiang Ke's hostility towards Shan Yingying was beyond his comprehension.

Jiang Ke lightly frowned: "You speak ill of me to your friend?"

Mo Qing spoke righteously: "I don't speak ill of others behind my back."

"..."

After taking a mouthful of fried yogurt, Mo Qing explained, "Obviously, she thinks you're picky."

Who Jiang Ke was, he immediately understood: "... She still thinks I'm a driver."

Mo Qing nodded: "She does know about it."

Jiang Ke: "..."

"You don't have to feel inferior," Mo Qing persuaded, "At least, I'm the only one who remembers your appearance on the street."

"...Thank you for the comfort." Jiang Ke gritted his teeth lightly.

"You're welcome."

Mo Qing raised a smile on his eyebrows, and climbed up the pole.

Jiang Ke was a little unhappy at first, but she smiled and was stunned for a moment, and that emotion disappeared without a trace.

Someone set up a ring nearby, surrounded by a circle of people, the teenager who was shooting had a very high hit rate, and there were bursts of cheers from around.This street is becoming more and more noisy.

A lively and peaceful night.

Even the evening wind is wrapped in human fireworks.

Mo Qing was obsessed with eating fried yogurt, with two bags hooked on his fingers, which was quite inconvenient.Jiang Ke raised his hand and fished out the bag in her hand.

Mo tilted his head to look at him.

"It's good to eat you raw." Jiang Ke said, and then changed the subject, "And then, what trivial things are you guys talking about?"

"They set up a society to pick up what I did a hundred years ago." Mo Qing raised her hand and pinned the left hair behind her ear, revealing her exquisite and fair left ear.

She said casually: "I heard that the school is almost done, and now I'm starting to fight outside the school."

"What's the matter?"

"It's a trivial matter," Mo Qing said casually, "No problem."

Little things.

Jiang Ke was a little surprised.

The things that were related to Mo Qing, what Jiang Ke came into contact with were basically big things.

What can be called a trivial matter is probably only Mo Qing's taste, and Mo Qing's suona.

He knew nothing about Mo Qing's daily life before.

"what happened?"

Seeing Jiang Ke kept silent, Mo Qing asked suspiciously.

Jiang Ke came back to his senses, raised his eyelashes, and scanned the street: "Have you been on this street before?"

"Ah."

"Familiar?"

"Very familiar." Mo Qing looked around and pointed to a house in front of him, "This family lived in a poor scholar back then."

Jiang Ke waited for her to continue.

Mo Qing ate a piece of fried yogurt before he spoke again: "Before coming here, he was a child of a family, and he loved to pretend to be a beggar on the street and go home in a sedan chair when it was dark."

Jiang Ke: "..." He felt that Mo Qing was mocking someone.

Mo Qing said: "After the war, his parents disappeared. He spent several years away from home, but his family property was cheated by his relatives. In the end, there was only this one house left."

"and then?"

"After he moved in, he found his old contacts and became a teacher at the Imperial University." Mo Qing shook his head, "I heard that he used to be extremely extravagant, but when I knew him, he would lie to me every egg. "

Jiang Ke was startled: "Cheat?"

"Yes. He bought a hen, raised it like an ancestor, and took it out for a walk every day. Every time he passed by my door, when he saw someone in my house, he threw the chicken over the wall, and then knocked on the door. It’s wrong, I opened my mouth because his hen laid eggs in my yard, and I have to pay for it.”

Jiang Ke thought it was funny.

It is indeed wrong.

"Do you think I lost it?" Mo Qing's eyes were slightly teasing.

"You paid?" Jiang Ke asked.

"It's a loss, I'll give you two back at once." Mo Qing's lips hooked, "He has a skill, imitating other people's handwriting, which can be called a masterpiece. We urgently need this kind of talent, so we only need a hundred eggs to give him back." collected."

Jiang Ke: "..."

"There is also this family," Mo Qing pointed to the family opposite the poor scholar, "there is a powerful old woman who can fight the whole street with one person, the child who lived next door to me at that time pushed her grandson, and she guarded the door I scolded them for three whole days."

Mo Qing said "tsk": "She only comes to scold at dinner time, and leaves after half an hour of scolding. After a good meal, she just made me lose my appetite."

Jiang Ke asked: "You didn't care?"

Mo Qing's face was righteous and awe-inspiring: "Whatever, we are all squatting at the door to watch the show."

After a pause, Mo Qing said again: "It's useless to take care of it. With her combat power, she can clean up the whole street. It's not that no one persuaded her, and she scolded one by one, and she cried."

Jiang Ke stared at her silently for a while: "I can't tell."

Mo Qing was puzzled: "What can't be seen?"

"You." Jiang Ke smiled lightly, "You don't like to join in the fun."

"Really?" Mo Qing swept his eyes away from him, then shrugged, "You haven't seen that scene before, when she verbally fought all the women and children in the street, it was much more exciting than the movies at that time."

The lights were dim and dim.

Mo Qing's body was covered with a layer of fringe, and she raised her eyebrows and smiled lightly, her eyes shining with brilliance.

At that moment, Jiang Ke seemed to see the time go back and the street scene changed.

Mo Qing, who was younger, was sitting on the doorstep with a rice bowl in his hand, and Jing Shi and Peng Qiao were sitting on the left and right. The three of them looked at the cursing old woman together, their faces were full of shock and admiration.

Peng said quietly, "Qingqing, do we still care?"

Mo Qing asked back: "Can I control it?"

Peng nodded quietly, and said regretfully, "Yes, last time you passed by her house, you were a little slower. She was mad at you for a long time, but you didn't say a word."

"...I didn't understand that she was yin and yang to me."

Peng was surprised.

Jing Shi suddenly nodded and said, "Well, Mo Qing just came here, so he can't understand some dialects."

"Ah!" Peng Qiao was gearing up, "Qingqing, my language talent is great, do you want me to teach you?"

"..."

Mo Qing didn't speak, she took the bowl from Jing Shi's hand.

Then, she told Jing Shi, "Let's beat him up."

Seeing that the situation was not good, Peng Qiao ran away holding his bowl, but was caught by Jing Shi.

The setting sun was setting at the door, and Mo Qing was holding two bowls, and raised his head with a smile in his eyes.

At the same time, the figure that had stood under the locust tree for a long time walked out of the shadow of the tree and walked towards Mo Qing.

His steps are easy and joyful.

(End of this chapter)