Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 320 No. 012 [28] Do you always have so many people in your heart?

"Speak the truth."

Mo Qing sat back again.

And, pick up the fruit plate on the coffee table and continue eating.

There was another thunderclap outside the window.

Jiang Ke said slowly: "The ancestors of the Li family had simple identities and worked in agriculture for generations. Three or forty years ago, the descendants of the Li family went out to work, and with the help of noble people, their career went smoothly."

"What does it have to do with the cemetery on the hill?"

"This nobleman's identity is unknown, but his surname is Jing."

"..."

Mo Qing thought of Jing Shi.

Jiang Ke continued: "It is the Jiang family who invested in the Li family. Up to now, both of them have business contacts."

Mo Qing swallowed the honeydew melon in his mouth, and analyzed: "So, after the Li family became prosperous, they came back to take care of the cemetery, maybe it was the Jiang family or Jing Shi's instruction?"

"Most likely."

Mo Qing thought for a while, and said: "Although Jing Shi is dull, he values ​​love and righteousness, so it's normal to do such a thing."

Jiang Ke asked: "Why is it here?"

So many wars, big and small, why not Liangxun Mountain?

"Jiang Yan didn't participate in this matter, and it's normal that you don't remember." Mo Qing raised his hand and brushed his hair behind his ear.

"Ok?"

Mo Qing put down the fruit plate and looked up at the night sky outside the window.

She said: "Let me tell you about the three-day and three-night war on Liangxun Mountain."

She got up and went to the window.

The window faces the foot of the mountain, and the light is dim at night, and everything is only an outline.

The sound of rain echoed in the mountains.

However, Mo Qing could clearly see the distant river and heard the sound of rushing water.

She asked Jiang Ke: "Did you see that river?"

"I heard from the villagers that it's called Yuncang River."

"Really?" Mo Qing tilted her head, under the light, her eyebrows and eyes were delicate and soft, "At that time, we were still called Tianyonghe."

That year was at the end of the war, and the situation was stable.

When Mo Qing and Jing were going to the Imperial City to do business, they left Jiang Yan's Fourth Army.

On the way, Mo Qing and Jing Shi passed through the war zone, and happened to encounter friendly troops fighting with enemy troops, and they helped them out.

After capturing the enemy army, Mo Qing and Jing Shi discovered that it was a patchwork regiment, which was reorganized after being broken up. They were in short supply of supplies and equipment, and it was winter again, and each of them was terribly frozen.

Even the communication equipment is broken.

Mo Qing and Jiang Ke understood the war situation at that time and suggested that they join the Second Army near the Imperial City.

They agreed, and Mo Qing and Chi Shi left with them.

"They are all very young, on average, probably no more than that." Mo Qing's tone softened, "On the battlefield, each of them is unbelievably brave, but in life, each of them is more mature and sensible than the other."

Mo Qing tilted his head and thought for a while, then suddenly smiled: "Compared with the current students, they are like two kinds of creatures."

Jiang Ke was noncommittal.

Although Mo Qing is happy with the situation, most of the time, he doesn't comment on this era.

But sometimes, she reveals a little emotion.

Or dissatisfied, or pleased, or fortunate...

After all, she may have been full of fantasies about the current era. When she really witnessed it, this imperfect era would occasionally make her feel lost.

Mo Qing continued:

"When we follow Jiang Yanshi, supplies are always available, but not every team is so lucky."

"On the way, Jing Shi and I commanded and robbed the enemy a few times. They rarely ate meat and cooked a pot. I don't know who put the salt. It was salty, but they ate happily and laughed like children. .”

"The war is coming to an end, and they are looking forward to that day every day. Some want to go back to study, some want to have a family reunion, some want to learn to sing, some want to be a doctor..."

"That was the first time I discovered that it is a lucky thing to learn so many skills other than killing people."

Mo Qing leaned against the window, listening to the sound of rushing water in the distance.

Her eyes were half-closed: "Because I can teach them."

Jiang Ke looked at her quietly.

It seems conceivable that there is a group of ragged, yellow and thin teenagers looking at Mo Qing with innocent and knowledge-seeking eyes, eagerly waiting for her to impart knowledge.

Mo Qing said: "But the journey was not long, and I didn't teach much."

The air was heavy, too heavy.

Jiang Ke wanted to say something, so he opened his mouth: "What did you teach?"

"Reading and writing, singing and singing, I can do everything." Mo Qing paused, "My dream is to be a full-blown artist. In fact, in such a society, you can meet anyone. Today You can learn a voice when you meet the number one actor in the world, and you can learn a tune or two when you see a highly respected folk artist tomorrow... In fact, they are ordinary people in exile."

Jiang Ke asked: "Nowadays the classes are distinct, these people are rare to see, are you lost?"

Mo Qing was silent for a while, and asked back: "The country is peaceful and the people are safe, what is there to be disappointed about?"

Jiang Ke paused, and then continued: "What happened later, did you arrive at Mount Liangxun?"

"Correct."

Mo Qing nodded and continued to talk.

They traveled all the way through mountains and rivers, stayed up all night and marched, and finally came to Liangxun Mountain.

They were going to join the big army at Mount Liangxun, and Mo Qing and Jing were going to the Imperial City, so they had to be separated from them.

On the first day after the separation, a large number of enemy troops suddenly appeared near Liangxun Mountain. They burned, killed, looted and committed all kinds of crimes in the surrounding villages.

It turned out that the enemy army adopted detour tactics and wanted to take a detour to attack large troops.

It just so happened that this regiment near Liangxun Mountain encountered the enemy.

It was a three-day battle.

I don't know how the group of teenagers fought.

After they learned of the enemy's strategic intentions, they sent their messengers to find the main force, and at the same time they decided to delay the enemy at their own discretion.

The number of enemies is dozens of times that of them.

However, they adopted the method of guerrilla warfare, released all kinds of false information to confuse the public and the enemy, and dragged the enemy for three days.

When the large army came to rescue, none of them survived.

No one remembers their names.

No one knows where they came from.

They were stragglers, a motley crew, not clearly registered, like ghosts.

Mo Qing and Jing Shi, who only learned about this battle after a long time, went to the Second Army to explain the situation, and formed an independent regiment for them afterwards, but because their identity information could not be found, nothing was left behind.

"They were buried on the mountain." Mo Qing breathed a sigh of relief, closed the window, and said calmly, "The mass graves that are reported now probably refer to the place where they were buried."

Jiang Ke asked: "Do you still remember?"

"I have a little impression." Mo Qing walked over.

She sat down: "Actually, if Jing Shi really did this, I wouldn't be surprised. Although he only got along with them for ten days, Jing Shi had a good relationship with them. On the day he learned that they all sacrificed, he drank the whole night .”

Speaking of this, Mo Qing fell back, and his slightly damp hair spilled on the sofa.

"He said that the world shouldn't be like this." Mo Qing looked up at the ceiling, and there was light dancing in her eyes, "At their age, they should study hard in school instead of racing against time when they go into battle with guns Learn a few words; you should be mischievous and your parents worry about you, not your family is ruined and you don’t even remember where your home is; In the middle of the night, I was so hungry that I cried in my dreams."

Mo Qing's tone was very calm.

There seemed to be no waves.

But Jiang Ke could still hear her depression and restraint.

Without much thought, he put his palm on the back of Mo Qing's hand: "Now I have it all."

Mo Qing moved his finger, but didn't pull it out.

She tilted her head, and Jiang Ke's face was reflected in her eyes.

She frowned slightly, and said softly, "But they're all gone."

Jiang Ke asked: "Have you always had so many people in your heart?"

Mo Qing was stunned.

She looked at Jiang Ke for a long time, and suddenly her expression became more relaxed: "You are not Jiang Yan, and you have no sense of substitution, which is pretty good."

Jiang Ke frowned.

"I'm serious." Mo Qing smiled lightly, with a relieved tone, "I don't want him to come back at all now."

"why?"

Mo Qing paused, and said, "Because he has more people in his heart."

Jiang Ke pursed his lips lightly.

For some reason, my heart throbbed.

The indescribable sense of oppression made him suffocate, and he paused for a few seconds before he could react.

At this time, Mo Qing seemed to hear something, pulled out his hand, and frowned: "It seems that the manor has a new guest."

"...your friends." Jiang Ke said.

Mo Qing snorted.

(End of this chapter)