Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

The next day, when Mo Qing woke up, Jiang Ke was gone.

She changed her clothes and went downstairs, searched around, but did not see Jiang Ke, but there was breakfast on the table, which was still hot.

What about people?

Could it be that he didn't want to watch a movie with her and slipped away before she woke up?
It should...not be.

Muttering in her heart, Mo Qing sat down to eat breakfast, halfway through the meal, when she heard a movement at the door, she tilted her head, looked out through the floor-to-ceiling glass in the living room, and saw Jiang Ke's figure.

With a limited field of vision, Jiang Ke passed by in a flash.

Mo Qing supported his stomach with one hand and continued to eat breakfast, but he glanced at the entrance from the corner of his eye.

——Where did he go in the early morning?
"crunch-"

The door was pushed open, and Jiang Ke entered the entrance with Feng Xue, carrying a bag in his hand.

"Why did you go so early in the morning?" Mo Qing asked, taking a sip of porridge.

Jiang Ke changed his shoes and walked into the living room: "Take the erhu."

Only then did Mo Qing see clearly that what Jiang Ke was carrying in his hand was a long piano bag.

Mo Qing was startled: "Erhu?"

She just mentioned the erhu to Jiang Ke last night, and Jiang Ke went to get an erhu this morning, isn't it too coincidental?
Jiang Ke said: "Peng Zhong's mother is an artist and likes to collect musical instruments. I mentioned to her in the morning that I wanted an erhu, and she asked Peng Zhong to deliver it."

"He's a nice person..." Mo Qing smacked and realized, "The erhu is for me?"

"Ah."

Jiang Ke put the piano bag on the dining table.

Mo Qing didn't eat breakfast, put down the porridge bowl, got up and opened the piano bag, and when she saw the erhu inside, no matter how restrained she was, there was a flash of surprise in her eyes.

Jiang Ke bent his lips and felt relieved: "We will play after eating."

"know."

He said so, but Mo Qing still couldn't help poking it twice.

The erhu still needs to be adjusted. After playing for a while, Mo Qing remembered something, almost subconsciously, she glanced at Jiang Ke.

Jiang Ke stood aside, looked at her with lowered eyebrows, with a smile on his lips, without any trace of impatience or indifference.

Mo Qing was silent for a moment.

Reason quickly returned, Mo Qing put down the erhu and said, "Let's have breakfast first."

"Ah."

Jiang Ke nodded.

Sitting back, Mo Qing felt a little emotional: "I used to have an erhu, I made it myself..." Speaking of this, she seemed to recall an unpleasant memory, frowned, and didn't say any more.

During the time she was exposed to the erhu, the domestic situation was relatively tense.

Mo Qing was arranged by Jiang Yan to do intelligence work, and there was no room for mistakes. She was so busy that she could only relax when listening to the cripple.

Jiang Yan was even busier.

She never saw Jiang Yan.

Every time I saw Jiang Yan, I was in a hurry. The topic with Jiang Yan always revolved around work.When it comes to work, Jiang Yan is always rational, serious and indifferent.

Jiang Yan was not like this before.

Ever since he narrowly escaped from the Battle of Pingcheng, he has gradually changed—he has become the God of War and an omnipotent existence in everyone's mouth, but at the same time, he has become farther and farther away from his youthful appearance.

But he has always been kind to Mo Qing.

At that time, Mo Qing was in a terrible mood when he saw his own people killing each other. After learning the news of the lame man's death, he didn't even have a place to relax by listening to the music, so he played the erhu in the yard by himself.

While playing the erhu, she wondered whether Jiang Yan would come back today.

She has a lot to say.

She has so many questions that she can't find the answers to.

That day, she waited for Jiang Yan to come.

But Jiang Yan didn't give her a chance to speak, but asked her to throw the erhu away.

So, the erhu that she made by herself was broken by her own hands, and all the questions and doubts she had about the cruel war without gunpowder smoke were not asked, and she has not found the answer so far.

"What about the erhu?"

Jiang Ke's low and gentle voice pulled back Mo Qing's wandering thoughts.

Mo Qing turned around.

After a pause of two seconds, she said lightly, "I don't know, it's gone."

Jiang Ke looked at her and asked, "Do you want to do it again?"

"Let's talk about it later."

Mo Qing lowered his eyes, picked up the porridge bowl, and drank it unhurriedly.

Jiang Ke didn't continue this topic.

*
After breakfast, Mo Qing took the time to play Erhu for half an hour, but his performance was not very good, which alarmed Song Yiyuan next door.

"Is it okay to play the suona?" Song Yiyuan stood at the gate, covering his ears, and suggested, "I heard Huo Si say that you play the suona very well, and you recorded the wake-up bell at our school."

Mo Qing played the sad tune to himself: "It's not auspicious for those who celebrate the New Year to play the suona."

Song Yiyuan couldn't believe it: "No, then is the song you play auspicious?"

"It's about you."

Mo Qing's movements finally stopped.

Song Yiyuan thought that Mo Qing would just let it go, and he just breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment, he saw Mo Qing picked up the bow again, and the babble sounded again——

The tune was changed.

The tone is cheerful and the whole is soul-stirring.

"Isn't this the popular song in the past two years? Why do you feel that you don't tune it right?" Song Yiyuan rubbed his ears, and the more he listened to it, the more he felt something was wrong.

Suddenly, he realized something, strode over, and said in surprise: "You didn't pull the original version, did you?!"

"..."

Mo Qing stopped playing the erhu again.

She rolled her eyelids: "Can you not make such a fuss?"

"hey-hey."

Song Yiyuan showed her a bewildered smile.

——Exactly like the way he used to inquire with Mo Qing about gossip about various celebrities in modern times.

Song Yiyuan said: "I heard gossip about this song, saying that it was handed down by the singer's ancestors. His ancestors had a blind old lady who was born a century ago. She became a well-known composer by herself, especially good at Erhu. A hundred years later, the great-grandson singer found a stack of scores in her belongings, including this piece. His "Hometown of Mountains and Rivers" was adapted from this piece. When it was the most popular, the street The alleys are full of—”

Song Yiyuan rubbed his hands: "Look, with our relationship, can you reveal who the original is?"

The original himself right in front of him: "..."

Just as Mo Qing was about to speak, Jiang Ke's chilly voice came from behind him: "What's the relationship between you two?"