Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 66 When the incident [26] Check a person, his name is Jiang Yan

Eighth Base, Office of the Director of Operations.

Minister Fan sat on the sofa, and after listening to Song Yiyuan's story about the 720 project and Mo Qing, he nodded slightly, his expression unchanged.

Minister Fan said, "Team Song."

Song Yiyuan and Huos who sat across from each other had a meal.

"Forget, you are not Team Song now." Director Fan changed his words, "Mr. Song, please write this into a report, so it can be used in the evaluation of Mo Qing."

Song Yiyuan's expression was slightly stiff, and he nodded: "Okay."

After talking about the matter, Song Yiyuan didn't intend to stay long, and got up to say goodbye.

Huos wanted to send it off, but was stopped by Song Yiyuan.Soon, Song Yiyuan left alone.

Minister Fan stood up, glanced at the door, and said unhurriedly, "I prefer when he kicks my door in high spirits."

"He was young," Hoth said hastily.

Minister Fan heard the defense in Huos's tone, and stared at him: "Am I a grudge?"

"..."

Hoss was silent.

Minister Fan pointed at him, then shook his head, but didn't say anything after all.After pacing back to his desk, he pulled out an office chair and asked, "I remember his brother is also a teacher of No. [-] High School?"

Hoss replied: "Yeah."

Sitting down, Minister Fan asked suspiciously: "He ran to No. [-] High School for his brother?"

"I don't know." Holden said for a second, "He didn't say."

Minister Fan thought for a while, but without further ado, he let Huos leave.

The incident that Song Yiyuan encountered was not glorious for the entire Eighth Base.They can only do things and have nothing to say.

*
As soon as Mo Qing came home, Mrs. Chen served hot chicken soup. She drank a bowl, took the French fries snacks made by Mrs. Chen, and strolled to the study.

Jiang Ke was indeed there.

It was raining heavily, the outside was dark, and the room was lit with incandescent lamps. Jiang Ke was sitting in front of the desk, with the rain outside the window behind him, and a stack of documents in front of him. The light fell on him, quiet and calm, contrasting his meticulous image, A bit of abstinence.

"Master Mo, Master Mo, I am your dear little Jiangjiang..." The little machine was originally singing a nursery rhyme, but when it turned its head, it recognized Mo Qing and slid towards Mo Qing on its tracks.

Mo Qing kicked it away.

The little machine followed closely, screaming: "Master Mo, look at your dear little Jiangjiang..."

Jiang Ke threw a pen over and complained, "What kind of bad taste are you doing?"

Raising his hand to grab the pen, Mo Qing walked over: "I asked Peng Ren for advice."

Jiang Ke: "..." No wonder.

"The results of the midterm exam will be out tomorrow." Mo Qing pinched a French fries and handed it to his mouth. He came to Jiang Ke's side and glanced at the piles of materials on the desk.

I was taken aback.

Jiang Ke thought of the torment of the parent meeting: "You don't have to wake up my unpleasant memory."

"Here."

Mo Qing handed the French fries to Jiang Ke.

Jiang Ke took a look and turned his gaze away, expressing that he was not interested.

"Not really."

Mo Qing freed up a clean hand to read those materials.

Jiang Ke didn't stop him.

"People always suffer a little setback, even if it is brought by others." Mo Qing said sarcastic words slowly.

It was Jiang Ke who held the parent-teacher meeting, and Jiang Ke was the one who lost face. She was thick-skinned, she was indifferent, and of course she could say anything.

Jiang Ke hissed, leaned back on the back of the chair, and looked at her without looking at the information: "I hope that while you bring me setbacks, you also occasionally bring a little surprise."

Mo Qingyun answered the words calmly: "My existence is a surprise to you."

Her brazen words made Jiang Ke speechless.

Mo Qing flipped through the information briefly, and raised his lips with great interest: "Is it a folklore?"

"Ah."

"I really never thought of starting with folklore." Mo Qing was thoughtful.

"Ok?"

Jiang Ke was keenly aware of something.

Mo Qing looked at him, squinted his eyes slightly, and said leisurely: "You can check all these, or should you check another person?"

"No check."

Jiang Ke replied decisively. The chair was turned 180 degrees from the left. He wanted to get up, but the back of the chair was suddenly held down by a hand. The next moment, the chair was turned back again.

Jiang Ke sat on the chair without moving, watching Mo Qing's figure come into view again.

It was completely dark outside the window, the sound of car horns in the distance was blocked by the rain curtain, the strong wind suddenly blew up, and the raindrops splashed everywhere, leaking in from the balcony piece by piece, and wet the ground.

"A person who may be related to you." Mo Qing leaned down slightly, met his eyes, and continued slowly, "He should have been recorded in the annals of history, but he left no trace."

There was a sudden silence in the study.

"Who?" Jiang Ke's expression froze, and the darkness in his eyes seemed to grow thicker.

Mo Qing's hair was blown flying, and the rain soaked his hair, strand by strand, and Mo Qing's face was hazy.

She looked at him as if looking at this other person through him.

She said word by word: "His name is Jiang Yan."

Jiang Yan.

When he heard these two words, Jiang Ke's blood froze all over his body, but the next moment, when he wanted to catch the root of the strange feeling, he didn't have any thoughts.

Lifting his eyelids, Jiang Ke stared at her for a while and asked, "Who are you?"

The corners of Mo Qing's lips seemed to be pulled, but it was only for a moment, so fleeting, it made people suspect that it was an illusion.

She picked up a piece of French fries and handed it to Jiang Ke, her eyebrows raised slightly, her eyes seemed to be a little playful, and she had a good balance between joking and probing, she didn't answer and asked instead: "Check?"

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, carrying the cold rain, lifted the gauze curtain, and messed up the materials on the table.

The two of them stared, each other's figure reflected in their dark eyes.

Everything seemed to freeze.

*
In the early morning of the next day, Mo Qing went to school in Peng Zhong's car as usual.

The results of the mid-term exam were released today. In the car, Peng Zhong wanted to ask Mo Qing to report the results several times, but he thought of Mo Qing's previous monthly exam results, so he held back.

The car stops at the school gate.

Peng Zhong finally said, "Miss Mo."

"Ok?"

Mo Qing paused when he opened the door.

After struggling in his heart for a while, Peng Zhong looked at Mo Qing and said sincerely: "If the grades are not satisfactory, you don't need to tell Master Jiang."

"There will be no parent-teacher meeting this time."

Mo Qing didn't respond directly to Peng Zhong, just dropped a sentence, then opened the car door and walked out.

After a long time, Peng Zhong sighed heavily.

……

First Attached High School, an office.

The results of the city entrance examination were placed on a desk, but all the teachers present surrounded them, three circles inside and three circles outside, looking at the names of the students in the first row of the first page, speechless for a long time.

After a long time, Song Yiyuan took a sip of tea in a daze, and wondered, "Damn it."

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