Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 70 When the event [End] The results of the competition, the national special award
"say sorry."

"Ah."

Mo Qing sneered.

"Did Yao Dexuan do something to apologize to you?" Min Chenghuai was surprised.

Mo Qing ate the honeydew melon without saying a word.

Min Chang, on the other hand, asked suspiciously, "Grandpa, 60 years ago, Chinese medicine gradually declined. People like Yao Dexuan should be hospitalized for ten thousand years. How could you be his doctor?"

"Oh." Min Chenghuai spoke slowly, "Because it's cheap. His children and grandchildren are reluctant to spend money, so they continue to use traditional Chinese medicine. He also hired the cheapest quack doctor. I gave him free medical treatment to repay his kindness. "

"Didn't his children and grandchildren thrive in the education field by virtue of his reputation and connections?" Min Chang didn't understand.

"Yes, but Yao Dexuan's old age is useless to them and has become a burden." Min Chenghuai shook his head with emotion, "Yao Dexuan was beautiful for most of his life, but his old age is miserable."

Mo Qing ate another piece of honeydew melon, and said coldly, "Retribution."

"Auntie is right." Min Chenghuai immediately accepted the words.

Min Chang stuffed fruit into his mouth, so that he had no time to talk - he was afraid that he couldn't help complaining about Min Chenghuai, and Min Chenghuai would charge him with "big treason".

*
A few days later, the temperature dropped sharply, and Dongshi City ushered in the first snow in winter.

The heating was turned on inside, and it was as warm as spring.

Jiang Ke woke up early in the morning and heard some movement in the courtyard, thought for a moment, got out of bed and walked to the balcony.The curtains slowly opened to the sides, letting in the early morning light.

He opened the French windows.

Outside the balcony, a layer of snow fell, and the biting cold wind came oncoming.He paused, stepped onto the balcony, his eyelids drooped slightly, his gaze swept across the courtyard, and he saw the white shadow in the courtyard.

Mo Qing was dressed in white, which was her nightgown. It fluttered in the wind, revealing a pair of bare feet. The fair and exquisite feet were dyed a layer of light red.

Holding a snowball the size of a basketball in her hand, she walked up to a half-human tall snowman, squatted down, and put the snowball on the snowman's body as its head.

Xiao Jiangjiang danced beside her, babbling and singing a nursery rhyme, an ancient tune.

Jiang Ke watched quietly, without moving.

"morning."

After treating the snowman's facial features with props, Mo Qing slowly got up and looked sideways at him.With black hair shawl, bright eyes and white teeth, her eyes are calm and indifferent.

It's like not feeling cold.

Jiang Ke didn't greet her, but only asked, "Did you jump off?"

The huge courtyard is covered in silver due to the overnight snow, leaving traces as long as you walk.However, there were no footprints at the door, and the footprints of Mo Qing and Xiao Jiangjiang appeared out of thin air.

"what."

Mo Qing blindly glanced at the height of the third floor, and responded blandly.

Woke up a little early today, she saw the snow in the courtyard, and she was a little interested in playing with the snow, so she jumped down directly.As for Xiao Jiangjiang, he happened to be making a fuss at her feet, so she brought him down with him.

Jiang Ke stared at her silently for a while, and finally said: "Come back early, I'm going to eat."

He turned and went back to the house.

Mo Qing didn't stop there either, bent down, picked up Xiao Jiangjiang who was dangling on the ground, stepped on the icy snow with bare feet, and entered the house at a leisurely pace.

……

Snowy days are always quieter. In the past, the sounds that floated in the early morning seemed to be absorbed by the snow.

This morning, when Mo Qing and Jiang Ke had breakfast, they were extremely quiet.

Mo Qing finished his breakfast, went upstairs to change into his school uniform, and went downstairs with his schoolbag.

When passing by the living room, Jiang Ke, who was sitting on the sofa watching the morning news, said calmly, "Take this with you."

After a pause, Mo Qing turned his head: "What?"

"Hand warmer." Jiang Ke glanced at the hand warmer on the coffee table, and said pointedly, "Normal people don't go barefoot in the winter, but try to keep warm by doing everything possible."

"I try my best."

Mo Qing walked over and walked away with the hand warmer.

There is also a soft bag outside the hand warmer, and there is an instruction manual in the bag with the hand warmer.

Mo Qing glanced at it, pursed his lips, and then shook the hand warmer in his hand: "Let's go."

*
After a night of heavy snow, everything seemed to be quieter.

The Jiang family's villa is quiet, the city streets are quiet, and even the school, which is full of people on weekdays, has a strange atmosphere, mixed with a strange quietness.

Mo Qing keenly detected something strange in it.

When she walked into the classroom, she found that the students were all opening their books. It seemed that they were reading in the morning, but in fact they were either looking down and swiping their phones, or whispering gossip, all on the same topic.

"Here." Min Chang waved his hand towards Mo Qing.

Mo Qing walked over.

Min Chang got up and moved out of the way, and only sat down again after Mo Qing walked to his seat and sat down.

"Something happened last night." Min Chang took out the phone and handed it to Mo Qing, "It's related to Yao Dexuan, Lu Zhishu, and Qiao Yu."

Mo Qing took the phone and browsed the information.

Min Chang explained: "Last night, someone anonymously published Yao Dexuan's diary written in his later years on social platforms, which described how he and Lu Zhishu jointly stole Qiao Yu's research results and pushed Qiao Yu out of the 720 project. At the end of the diary, he Said that he did not have the guts to disclose this matter, and hoped that after seeing this diary, future generations would help to disclose it.”

"Someone should be diverting people later. This diary has been reprinted on various platforms. In addition, several major authoritative media have reported this matter this morning."

Speaking of this, Min Chang scanned the surrounding people, then approached Mo Qing slightly, and said in a low voice, "It is very likely that Yao Jiajia broke the news."

"Oh?" Mo Qing raised his eyebrows.

She still remembered Yao Jiajia's proud face when he mentioned Yao Dexuan.

But soon, she remembered the scene of Yao Jiajia looking for Shen Qishi with tears all over her face a few days ago.

"Last night, at three o'clock in the morning, the people from Yao's family rushed back to Dongshi City, searched through Yao Dexuan's belongings, but there was one notebook missing, and they couldn't find it." Min Chang said, "At the same time, Yao Jiajia is missing. It is said that Yao Dexuan's relics are usually not read by anyone, only Yao Jiajia likes to look through them."

Mo tilted his eyes at him: "You know it quite well."

Min Chang did not explain.

He is engaged in intelligence work, and this matter is considered a big deal in Dongshi City. After a little inquiring, he will know it clearly.

He added: "Do you know Qiao Yu?"

According to Mo Qing's problem-solving speed when he participated in the competition, and the fact that Qiao Yudu was linked to Yao Dexuan and the 720 project, Min Chang reasonably guessed that Mo Qing had something to do with Qiao Yu, and it was related to Yao Dexuan's sorry for them.

However, Mo Qing was not mentioned in the diary.

"I know." Mo Qing browsed through the netizens' comments.

"There is only one diary, not to mention the interests of many people. Even if this matter is found out, Qiao Yu will not replace Lu Zhishu as a hero of 720." Min Chang said, "However, he will be known by some people now, maybe After a long time, when someone mentions Lu Zhishu, someone will also think of Qiao Yu, debating whether the diary is true or not."

Mo Qing narrowed his eyes, returned the phone to Min Chang, and said slowly, "That's enough."

100 years have passed, and there is no evidence left. It is just a diary. How can it overturn the achievements of Lu Zhishu.

but--

In this era, someone finally knew that Qiao Yu had existed.Perhaps some people believe that Qiao Yu really contributed to the 720 project.

That's enough.

After all, how many people will be remembered by history?

*
On this day, Lu Zhan was as frosted as an eggplant. He was far from the high-spirited state he used to be. He kept a straight face in class, and the students noticed that he lost his mind several times.

For Lu Zhan, the Lu Zhishu is his glory, an existence he is proud of.

But now, this glory seems to be stained.

Lu Zhan was restless.

Teachers and students are eating melons in silence, no one bothers him.

In the afternoon, when he was correcting test papers in the office, a teacher broke in with a wide smile on his face.

"It's out! The results of the Mathematical Modeling Contest are out!" The teacher smiled like a flower, "You must have never imagined that our school has a national special prize!"

"Really?"

Lu Zhan was so happy that he almost broke his pen.

(End of this chapter)