Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 72 Special Grade Teachers [02] Great Crisis, Threats to Special Grade Teachers
After nightfall, Ion Lane becomes more lonely and desolate.

The black market was not open, the streets were sparsely populated, the shops along the street were nearly half closed, and the occasional ones that opened were unusually deserted.

Mo Qing was blinded by the wind and snow, and his voice was as cool as this night: "Is there a hot pot restaurant here?"

"Yes." Jiang Ke walked beside her, walking leisurely.

Mo Qing tilted his head to look at him.

From the subway station to here, in less than half a quarter of an hour, Jiang Ke's shoulders were already stained with white.

There was heavy snow, which was dyed orange under the dim street lights.

"Have you been to Dongshi City before?" Jiang Ke seemed to be chatting with her.

"came."

"Where is Ion Lane?"

"Ah."

"What's the difference from now?"

"There's not much difference." Mo Qing said flatly.

After a while, she saw the spacious and clean road and the bright street lights all over the street, and added: "Life has become better."

Speaking of the past and witnessing the present, Mo Qing is always calm, without melancholy or emotion.

She is like a spectator.

In this era, there was no shadow of her left.And she who was a hundred years ago has also been erased by history.

"It's almost over."

Mo Qing looked at the wall at the end of Ion Alley, frowned slightly, thinking that if she was tricked, Jiang Ke would never want to go back with healthy limbs.

Jiang lifted his mean eyelids slightly: "Yes."

The wind blew his broken hair, and the swirling snowflakes fell to the ends of his hair, adding a little white, in the light, like shining stars.

Mo Qing kicked her hand into her pocket, and when she clenched her fist, she touched the warm hand warmer. She paused with her fingertips, and after a while, she grabbed the hand warmer and didn't think about beating him again.

"This way." When walking to the end, Jiang Ke reminded.

At the end of Ion Alley, there is another street that runs through this old city.

Mo Qing looked to the left and saw pedestrians wandering along the street, vendors selling snacks and snacks, and a row of bustling restaurants that opened.

People breathe out white gas in the wind and snow, and the fire is steaming. In the century-old building, there are generations of people living with the same life trajectory.

"This is a restaurant street planned by the government. Many old shops have moved here and are under unified management," Jiang Ke said.

He walked down the street on the right.

Mo Qing followed: "What hot pot are you talking about?"

"Chen Ji Hot Pot." Jiang Ke glanced at the signboard in front of his eyes, and then looked at Mo Qing, "It is said that it has been around for more than 100 years, and the recipe of the hot pot base is passed down from ancestors."

"Ah."

"Have you eaten?"

Mo Qing took a deep look at him, then looked forward, and replied, "I've eaten."

After a pause, she asked, "Did you find it specially?"

"The last time I came to sell medicinal materials, I heard what the vendors said."

When Mo Qing said he wanted to eat hot pot, the first thing he thought of was this restaurant.

"Oh." Mo Qing's eyes flickered slightly.

*
The charcoal hot pot used by Chen Ji Hot Pot, the bottom of the ancestral pot is mainly light, and the soup is as clear as water, but once you drink it, the mellow taste spreads on the tip of the tongue, which is a kind of enjoyment.

In winter, especially in snowy days, many people come to eat hot pot, and the store is full of customers.

Mo Qing and Jiang Ke were lucky, there happened to be an empty table when they went, and they ate hot pot without waiting.

When the two moved their chopsticks for the first time, they both picked up a piece of tofu.

They looked at each other.

Mo Qing took the tofu away, and Jiang Ke took the next piece.

"The coincidence between us, do you want to talk about it?" Eating hot tofu, Mo tilted his eyes at Jiang Ke.

"I can't find the starting point for now." Jiang Ke looked back at her, paused, and hooked his lower lip with interest, "Why don't we talk about Jiang Yan?"

"no talking."

Mo Qing resolutely refused.

Jiang Ke was not surprised either, and said softly, "Then there is nothing to talk about."

If you don't talk, don't talk.

Mo Qing lowered his head to eat the hot pot, but his thoughts kept spreading.

When she was in Dongshi City, she often came to eat hot pot with Jiang Yan, and she got to know the boss at that time quite well.She said it was the secret recipe of hot pot, but she tricked her into it with two copper coins.

Now the recipe is improved, the taste is not the same as before, but better.

When the hot pot meal was coming to an end, Jiang Ke suddenly asked, "Have you left any prescriptions?"

Mo Qing replied casually: "A lot."

"Where?"

"Leave it to the country."

Jiang Ke glanced at her suspiciously.

"There are also some folk remedies, which were rejected by the authoritative experts of Chinese herbal medicine, saying they were crooked." Mo Qing was drinking soup, holding a spoon in her hand. She twirled her fingers around the handle of the spoon and raised her eyebrows with a chuckle. Find a way to spread among the people."

"What way?" Jiang Ke narrowed his eyes.

"Want to know?" Mo Qing smiled calmly, picked up the soup bowl in his hand, and said leisurely, "Check it out yourself."

She drank soup slowly from a bowl, bold and elegant.

Jiang Ke looked at her for two seconds, then closed his eyes.

……

When they walked out of the hot pot restaurant, the snow outside was falling even more heavily, and the falling snowflakes blurred everything on the street.

Jiang Ke's cell phone rang, and it was Peng Zhong calling.

The moment he answered the phone, Mo Qing noticed that his sloppy and relaxed body had receded. When she raised her eyes, she found that his brows and eyes had become serious, and his tone had changed even more.

Mo Qing stretched out her hand and gave him a thumbs up.

Jiang Ke turned a blind eye.

Shrugging his shoulders, Mo Qing looked around, and finally, his eyes fell on a sugar stall.

Soon, Jiang Ke hung up the phone: "Let's go."

Mo Qing looked at a row of sugar figurines: "Buy one."

Hearing the sound, Jiang Ke glanced lightly and said, "Buy it yourself."

Mo Qing thought for a while and took out a black card.

Jiang Ke: "..."

If you want to talk about the most regrettable thing Jiang Ke has done recently, going to the parent meeting is one thing, and giving Mo Qing a black card is another.

——Jiang Ke still hasn't figured out the motive for giving Mo Qing a black card.

Raising his hand and pinching his brows, Jiang Ke walked towards the candy stall. After two steps, he found that Mo Qing was about to follow, so he paused.

"You stand here." Jiang Ke urged.

Mo Qing glanced at the goose feather snow outside the eaves.

The next moment, Jiang Ke had already walked into the snow.

His back was tall and straight, his shoulders were broad, his black shadow blended into the night, and he walked slowly towards the street vendor with lights on.

Mo Qing is not obedient, but this time, she stood where she was, quietly watching Jiang Ke's back.

She thought of that person, when she couldn't communicate, he stood on the street and held up a sugar man, teasing her like a cat, it was so annoying, but he laughed so happily at that time.

The youth is like a dream.

Later, she never saw him smile so brightly again.

"Give."

Jiang Ke came from the wind and snow, and walked up to Mo Qing, holding a sugar figurine in his hand.

Mo Qing was in a daze for a moment, then took over the sugar figurine.

Jiang Ke said: "Just look at it, it's dirty."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Qing stuffed the sugar figurine into his mouth and bit it as if he didn't hear it.

The beautiful shape was bitten by her and suddenly became incomplete.

Jiang Ke sighed.

After a while, Mo Qing stuffed the sugar figurine back into Jiang Ke's hand: "Here it is for you."

"Ok?"

"It is too sweet."

After Mo Qing finished speaking, he strode away.

Glancing at Mo Qing's back, Jiang Ke looked at the sugar figurine in his hand again, pondered for a while, and finally handed the sugar figurine to his lips, and took a tentative bite.

He frowned suddenly.

In the end, the sugar figurine that Jiang Ke bought in the wind and snow did not survive until the two of them entered the subway station.

*
The interview was scheduled for Saturday night, two days later.

The school attaches great importance to it, and after school on Friday, they chatted with Mo Qing and the other three again.

The reporter has already given the outline of the interview to the school and asked them to prepare in advance.The teaching director analyzed every question and provided them with the best answer direction.

This time, Song Yiyuan was not around, so he couldn't help them end.

They almost fell asleep.

Min Chang really missed Teacher Song. Finally, he asked: "The interview list includes the instructor, let's discuss the problem. Why isn't Teacher Song here?"

The dean was startled, and said vaguely: "He has his own business."

Mo Qing answered casually: "He's usually free."

"As a class teacher, how can you be so free." The dean said, "You are in the third year of high school, and he has a lot of things to do."

Mo Qing was just saying something casually, but he didn't continue to ask when he heard the dean say that.

But the dean was distracted by such an interruption, as if his mind was a little confused, or he realized that he was wordy, so he finished the next few questions very simply, and let the three of them leave.

"I think it's a bit strange." Walking out of the office, Shen Qi asked the two, "Do you want to ask Teacher Song?"

Min Chang asked, "What's so strange?"

"Is he really busy?" Shen Qi said, "For someone like him who protects the calf, knowing that the dean doesn't like us very much, he should be concerned about staring at us."

What she said made sense, Min Chang nodded and said, "I'll send a message."

After he finished sending the message, Song Yiyuan responded with a voice message not long after.

"Are you finished with the meeting? I did have something to do temporarily, so I didn't come. Don't worry, we will review the script again before the live broadcast tomorrow. From the perspective of your happiness."

Judging from the tone of voice, Song Yiyuan didn't have the slightest abnormality.

Shen Qi said: "I think too much."

Min Chang put the phone away and asked Shen Qi: "Do you want to tell Mr. Song what you are going to do?"

"Let's talk about it tomorrow." Shen Qi thought for a while, "I'm afraid he won't be able to sleep tonight."

Min Chang was noncommittal.

Mo Qing didn't want to show up on the live broadcast anyway, so they let them do it, and they didn't say a word the whole time.

……

In the afternoon of the next day, Mo Qing, Min Chang, and Shen Qi gathered at the school.

at the same time.

Song Yiyuan drove the car to the school gate, and just about to call Mo Qing, he took out his phone, when the phone vibrated, and a call came in.

It's the teaching director.

Song Yiyuan swiped the answer casually, and handed the phone to his ear.

Just when I was about to speak, I heard the dean call out kindly: "Yiyuan."

"..."

Song Yiyuan's expression changed, and the arc of his lips gradually became a straight line.

"Are you almost at school?" the dean continued to ask enthusiastically.

"Ah."

"Ah." The dean paused, and said with some embarrassment, "Yiyuan, there is something I want to discuss with you."

Song Yiyuan said in a cool tone, "Let's talk about it when we meet."

"Yiyuan," said the teaching director with a pleasant face and a kind tone, "the school hopes that the instructor who appeared on the scene this time will be replaced by a professional one. Look at you, you are a Chinese teacher, and you are the instructor of the mathematical modeling competition." , People don’t believe me when I tell it.”

Song Yiyuan guessed it, and asked without emotion: "So you want Lu Zhan to replace me?"

"What are you talking about! Teacher Lu is a professional after all. Don't worry, the instructor must have your name, which means that the two of you have guided together. The school will not treat you badly. However, there are some outward things, It represents the image of the school. Yiyuan, you have been in the school for more than two years, and you must hope that the school will get better and better, don't you?"

After being silent for a while, Song Yiyuan said firmly, "No."

"Teacher Song, is your momentary brilliance as important as the school?!" The dean's voice suddenly became serious.

"I don't care about the brilliance of this moment." Song Yiyuan said solemnly, "If you change teachers temporarily, Mo Qing and the others will definitely not cooperate with you."

Being replaced suddenly, Song Yiyuan was really disappointed.

He doesn't care about a live broadcast.

Rather, this is a time when he can share the joy with his students.

However, no matter how nasty things were, he had seen them before, and he wouldn't get entangled because of them.

However, it would be fine if the three people interviewed were other people, but Mo Qing, Min Chang, and Shen Qi were the three difficult thorns. If they knew that he was replaced, they would definitely ruin the situation.

"It's just a few students, Mr. Song, you don't have to worry about it." The dean said cheerfully, "You should turn around before you arrive at school, so you can save some gas money."

Song Yiyuan panicked: "Wait a minute—"

The next moment, the dean suddenly said something, which made Song Yiyuan freeze.

"That's it, hang up." The dean hung up the phone.

Song Yiyuan sat blankly, without moving for a long time.

The phone rang again.

Remarks: Ink poured.

Song Yiyuan looked at the phone screen, and after a while, he turned the phone over and put it in the passenger seat.

He leaned back on the back of the chair, then raised his eyes and looked at the gate of No. [-] High School.

In the distance, he could still see the statue of Yao Dexuan.

*
Interviews were conducted in the office.

There are a lot of people in the office now, including several reporters and staff members. In addition, the dean is also there.

Mo Qing stood in the corridor, looking down at the phone with a solemn expression.

Song Yiyuan didn't answer the phone, rare.

This guy is always afraid that students and teachers will come to him for business, and his mobile phone is not turned off 24 hours a day. If he calls him in the middle of the night, he can answer it smoothly.

"Mo Qing, come over here." The reporter called her.

Mo Qing frowned and put the phone in his pocket.

The dean watched Mo Qing's every move, and said, "Mute the phone, we'll broadcast live later, it's not good if there's any sound."

"Do not."

Mo Qing glanced at him indifferently, and simply refused.

The dean's face froze.

He wanted to reprimand Mo Qing, but he noticed the scene, held back, and didn't care about Mo Qing.

Mo Qing walked to Shen Qi and Min Chang.

Min Chang asked in a low voice, "Have you contacted Mr. Song?"

Mo Qing frowned: "No."

Min Chang said, "Wait a little longer."

Time passed little by little.

Song Yiyuan still didn't come.

"The time is coming, is there a teacher who hasn't come?" The reporter glanced at the list and asked the dean, "Their instructor, Song Yiyuan, isn't it?"

The teaching director also looked very anxious: "Yes, I have been calling him, but no one answered."

The reporter asked: "What should I do then?"

The dean looked at his watch and discussed with the reporter: "Wait a little longer, he is always punctual, there must have been an accident today."

The reporter hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Alright."

They waited patiently for a while longer.

However, seeing that the time for the live broadcast was up, Song Yiyuan still didn't come.

The time for the live broadcast still hasn't come.

Min Chang, Shen Qi, and Mo Qing sat in a row on the sofa, all expressionless.

Two minutes before the live broadcast, the dean who had gone out for a walk finally came running out of breath: "Come on, come on!"

"Is Teacher Song here?" The reporter asked hurriedly.

The rest of the people also looked towards the door.

However, it was not Song Yiyuan who appeared at the door with the dean, but Lu Zhan.

The expressions of Mo Qing and the others suddenly changed.

The reporter recognized Lu Zhan, was taken aback, and asked a question: "Isn't this Teacher Song?"

"He's really not. His name is Lu Zhan, our trump card teacher." The dean introduced, "It's really impossible to contact Teacher Song, so I can only find Teacher Lu."

The reporter hesitated: "Is this not good?"

"It's the same, it's the same." The dean hurriedly said, "Ms. Lu is the same as Mr. Song. They are the instructors of Mo Qing and the others. Like other students, Mo Qing and the others have all listened to Mr. Song's competition class. Don't you believe it?" If so, I still have photos here. It's just that Teacher Lu is relatively low-key and doesn't have a name."

As he said that, the dean also pulled out the photos that Mo Qing and the three of them had been secretly photographed when they walked through the stage to listen to Lu Zhan's class, and handed them to the reporter.

Upon seeing this, the reporter nodded in agreement without saying anything.

He greeted Lu Zhan, exchanged warm greetings, and expressed his desire to give Lu Zhan an exclusive interview.

——Compared to Song Yiyuan, who is not well-known, he naturally wants to interview Lu Zhan, who is on fire recently.

At the invitation of the reporter, Lu Zhan walked up to the three of Mo Qing in a well-dressed manner, and then sat down on the single sofa beside them.

The piercing gazes of the three swept over.

They are not fools, since Lu Zhan appeared, they have seen through their tricks.

Song Yiyuan's late arrival and Lu Zhan's rescue were all arranged.

Lu Zhan glanced at them, took out his mobile phone slowly, turned on the screen, and then, as if inadvertently, avoided the camera and pointed the mobile phone screen at the three of them.

It reads impressively——

"Cooperate well, next year's special teacher will be Song Yiyuan's."

(End of this chapter)