Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 416 Hundred Poisons Collection [34] He is always making the right choice
Such stories are not uncommon.

Looking at the chapter of history, people like this are the epitome of the times, but because this is Mo Qing's personal experience and has a real connection with Mo Qing, Jiang Ke listened very seriously.

Jiang Ke leaned back on the back of the chair: "His blindness is fake, what about lame?"

"That's true." Mo Qing said, "When he came to the Imperial City, his leg was still fine. Later, when he was playing the erhu on the street, in order to save a little girl, his leg was run over by a wheel. He suffered a comminuted fracture and dragged Lame without treatment."

Mo Qing paused: "If I take action, it's not that I can't cure it."

"You are not cured?"

In Jiang Ke's impression, Mo Qing has always been hard-spoken and soft-hearted, and when he sees like-minded people, he will extend his hand to help.

"No cure," Mo Qing shrugged his shoulders very lightly, "He refused."

"why?"

"I feel that my life is cheap." Mo Qing was silent, and continued to say with eyebrows raised, "First, he is poor but ambitious, and he doesn't want to accept help for nothing, so he can't afford the price; second, the medical conditions are limited, and the recovery time after surgery is long , Maybe he will be infected, so he can't afford to wait. He can still live with a limp leg, but he can't live without income."

Jiang Ke opened his mouth.

With the thinking of this era, he took it for granted that Mo Qing could help the other party solve their food and clothing problems.

Can--

It's funny when I think about it.

There are people like that all over the street, and we can't help them all.

One or two still have energy, but behind them, there is a street, a district, a city... When you have an era or a country in your eyes, one or two people really can't help.

"Later, what does it have to do with your score?" This matter was too heavy to talk about, so Jiang Ke decided to change the subject.

"Oh," Mo Qing just remembered this, "When he was just an apprentice, he created his own original songs and wrote a lot of songs. Half of his usual performances are his original songs. I learned a little from him and made that song song."

"Do you have a name?"

"No," Mo Qing shook his head, "I wrote it casually, and he still dislikes it. I think it's too cheerful. But he's also very kind, and he will play a song from time to time."

Jiang Ke frowned: "Is he the one who spread the music?"

"Maybe." Mo Qing thought for a while, then shook his head, "It's unlikely. He stayed in Taiping Street for half a year, and I didn't see him for a while. When I went to inquire, I found out that he was dead. "

"How did you die?"

"I was sick and hungry, and disappeared after a rain." Mo Qing said, "Do you still remember the little girl she rescued? She was blind and had no father or mother. I found out later that the little girl She was beaten up by relatives and kicked out. The cripple kept her and taught her how to play the erhu. After I found out that the cripple died, I went to inquire about the whereabouts of the little girl, but there was no news.”

Jiang Ke hit the nail on the head: "So "March Spring" tells the story of this little girl?"

"Huh?" Mo Qing was suddenly reminded by him, "It's possible."

Jiang Ke chuckled lightly: "Go to bed first, you'll know tomorrow."

Mo Qing nodded: "You should be earlier too."

"know."

After Mo Qing left, the study room became quiet. Snowflakes knocked on the glass windows, and the sound was neither soft nor heavy, which became the unique white noise of this night.There are occasional vehicles passing by on the street, but they are far apart.

Jiang engraved and copied the last part of the pattern.

The moment Jiang Ke put down his pen, Jiang Ke was just thinking about sorting out the list of new year's goods, when his head suddenly felt a sharp pain, he raised his hand to support his forehead, the veins on the back of his hand bulged, his joints turned white, and in an instant, bean-sized sweat rolled down and sank into his collar Yes, the back is wet.

A fragmentary memory flashed in my mind——

A private car parked in front of a familiar gate, Jing Shi opened the rear door, and "Jiang Yan", who looked the same as him, got out.

Through the gate, you can also hear the intermittent sound of the erhu from the yard, which is hoarse and unpleasant.

Jiang Yan heard it, and frowned: "Is she pulling again?"

"Yes." Jing Shi replied sternly, "The beggar died, and she dragged it for a day."

Jiang Yan asked: "Is the matter in her hands finished?"

Jing Shi said, "I don't know."

Jiang Yan's brows turned cold, and he pushed open the door.

The sound of the erhu stopped abruptly.

"You're back." Mo Qing in the courtyard was only sixteen or seventeen years old, with a childish look on his face.The moment he saw Jiang Yan, Mo Qing had joy and anticipation in his eyes, covering up the sadness.

Jiang Yan was a little cold: "Is there any progress in what I asked you to track?"

The joy in Mo Qing's eyes disappeared immediately, and she replied, "Not yet."

"Throw away the erhu, and don't do such useless things in the future." Jiang Yan glanced at the erhu in Mo Qing's hand, and softened his tone, "Now the situation is urgent, you have to focus on the overall situation."

"……Um."

Mo Qing lowered his eyes.

……

The screen turns.

In the early morning of the next day, when Jiang Yan went out, he glanced at the broken erhu still in the corner, with a slightly indifferent expression.

……

Memories never before flooded into my mind.

In the memories presented in the past, only Jiang Yan had a good side towards Mo.

Those warm, joyful, and harmonious things are so beautiful that when Jiang Ke watches them as a bystander, there is always a lingering feeling of inferiority—that is what he cannot give Mo Qing.

Mo Qing said that she had quarrels and cold wars with Jiang Yan, and had some unpleasant experiences.

But Mo Qing always understates it.

Jiang Ke never "witnessed it with his own eyes".

He didn't expect it to be like this...

It is impossible to judge Jiang Yan's fault. In the face of the big situation, he needs to be rational, objective, and even unkind.But Mo Qing's expression from joy to disappointment lingered in Jiang Ke's mind.

a long time.

Jiang Ke got up slowly.

……

He didn't turn on the light when he entered the bedroom, and when Jiang Ke went to bed lightly, he still disturbed Mo Qing.

"so late?"

Mo Qing turned over, his eyes were not opened, and his tone was still vague.

Jiang Ke gently hugged her, kissed her on the face, and whispered: "I want to ask you something."

"ask."

"Do you have any dissatisfaction with Jiang Yan?"

After three seconds of silence, Mo Qing said, "Yes, but I forgot." She paused again, "I don't hold grudges against him."

Jiang Ke asked, "Why?"

It took a long time before Mo Qing said: "He is always making the right choice."

Although many times, those correct choices require her to be a tool.

Can--

Who can not be a tool.

He also uses himself as a tool.

The first thing he sacrifices is always himself.

(End of this chapter)