Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 83 Special Grade Teacher [13] Mo Qing stayed up late, accompanied by Jiang Ke
The windows are leaking, and the indoor temperature is below zero.A tent, a stove, and a figure float in the changing light and shadow, like dream bubbles in the cold picture.

Throat tightened, Jing Su's voice trembled a little: "Why are you here?"

"Looking for you." Mo Qing said bluntly.

Jing Su's expression changed slightly, and his tone was tinged with sarcasm: "Did you come here for the prescription of Laoshizi?"

His tone turned cold, "I disappointed you, I didn't—"

"No." Mo Qing interrupted him.

Jing Su choked up.

Mo Qing pointed to Maza on the opposite side of the stove: "Sit."

It was only then that Jing Su discovered that Mo Qing had brought two saddles, one for Mo Qing to sit on and one for him.

After hesitating for a while, Jing Su walked towards Maza and sat down.The charcoal of the stove was burning very vigorously, and as soon as he approached, the hot air was transmitted, driving away the cold air all over his body.

Jing Su's hostility disappeared a bit: "What do you want me for?"

"I heard that you were kicked out and lived here. Come and take a look." Mo Qing picked up the backpack at his feet, pulled the zipper, and took out two boxes of self-heating rice from it.

It was given to her by Goblin.

She threw one of the boxes to Jing Su.

Stretching out his hand to grab the self-heating rice, Jing Su hesitated for a while, not wanting to eat it. His mouth was short-sighted: "I have something to eat."

"Ice slag mixed with noodles?" Mo Qing was hurt when he opened his mouth.

"..."

Jing Su wanted to forcefully throw the self-heating rice back, but seeing that Mo Qing had torn open the package, he felt that it was meaningless, put the cold fried noodles aside, and opened the self-heating rice.

Jing Su added water to the self-heating rice, closed the lid, and asked, "How did you find this place?"

No one has ever said anything about him being here.

"The owner of the canteen said it." After Mo Qing processed the self-heating rice, he put it aside and let it heat up by itself.

"Goblin canteen?"

"Ah."

Inosuke had no doubts.

Just last night, through the window, he saw Goblin wandering nearby.It had been snowing for several days in a row, and he left footprints when he entered the building. It was not surprising that Goblin spotted him.

"You guys," Jing Su paused, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

Since the beginning of school, Jing Su has devoted himself to studying, but they are all in the same class. Jing Su has heard about the troubles caused by Mo Qing and others.

Mo Qing is by no means an ordinary high school student.

Goblin, Min Chang, and Shen Qi are not as simple as they appear on the surface.

Just like the seemingly gentle and harmless Wen Yingxue.

Only Jiang Qiyi is stupid, believing that they are ordinary geniuses, and has been silently competing with them in their studies.

"Idlers." Mo Qing lazily replied, picked up a wire to stir the charcoal fire in the stove, "Do you know the relationship between Song Yiyuan and Song Jianghe?"

Jing Su was shocked: "The two of them..." Are they related?

Mo Qing said slowly, "Brother."

Inosuke was completely stunned.

Before coming to find Jing Su, Mo Qing asked Goblin to call Hoss and asked about the relationship between Song Yiyuan and Song Jianghe.

I got the correct answer: Song Jianghe is Song Yiyuan's younger brother.

Huoss said that Song Yiyuan became a teacher in No. [-] High School because of Song Jianghe.And Song Jianghe wanted to be a special teacher, so this became Song Yiyuan's career goal.

Redundant, Hoss didn't say.

"How come, I've never heard of it." Jing Su was overly surprised and subconsciously doubted.

"You can ask him yourself." Mo Qing said lightly, resting his chest on one hand, looking at the red burning coals, and changed the subject, "Even if you are kicked out of the house, you won't have no place to live, right?"

Mentioning this, Jing Su frowned: "I was forced by Wen Yingxue."

Wen Yingxue?
There was more inquiry in Mo Qing's eyes.

Jing Su was silent for a while, looked at her, and finally confessed: "The hotel does not open rooms, renting a room will always hit a wall, even if you rent a room, there will be accidents. I stayed at the Jiufengtai Bookstore the night before, and the bookstore the next day. It was forced to close."

Just breaking up with the family, Jing Su will not be reduced to this point.

It was mainly because Wen Yingxue was behind the scenes.

She wanted to push herself to a desperate situation, and then had to compromise with her.

Mo Qing narrowed his eyes: "Where's your father?"

Jing Su replied: "He was bought by Wen Yingxue, and he wanted to pay back the money with prescriptions, forcing me to hand over the prescriptions. He kicked me out when we failed to negotiate."

Two days after talking with Wen Yingxue, Wen Yingxue looked for him again, and was sure that he could not get any clues to the prescription from him, so she pointed the finger at his father who was full of flaws.

To deal with his father, nothing else is needed, just a little money.

When Jing Su came home that day, he found that his room was in a mess and everything had been turned over.His father rushed over madly and asked him the whereabouts of the prescription, humble and tough.

The two of them had a fight.

After that, he left the house by himself.

However, he didn't expect that Wen Yingxue would secretly obstruct her, and didn't even give him a place to stay.

Mo Qing paused for a moment, then asked, "Did you get the prescription from Song Jianghe?"

Jing Su had a cold face and said stiffly, "I don't have a prescription."

"I don't need a prescription." Mo Qing played with the wire with his fingers, and said calmly, "I'm just curious, why does Song Jianghe have a prescription for a teacher."

Jing Su seemed to have heard a joke: "I heard that if you have a prescription, you will gain both fame and fortune. Do you not need it?"

Mo Qing asked back: "Then do you need it?"

"Of course I don't—" Jing Su stopped talking.

Mo Qing spread his hands: "Look, there are more than one kind of people in the world."

After a while, Jing Su frowned and said, "That doesn't prove anything."

"what ever."

Mo Qing shrugged his shoulders and did not pursue further.

The self-heating rice was ready, Mo Qing picked it up, and brought the disposable chopsticks to her lips, she nibbled on one, broke the other, and then picked up the chopsticks to eat.

It was the first time for her to eat such convenient rice.

Compared with freshly prepared meals, the taste is slightly inferior, but it is simple, convenient, and easy to carry. It is simply an outdoor weapon.

Mo Qing ate the rice, looked at the stove, and was in a daze for a moment, thinking of the years when he gnawed tree bark in winter, and suddenly had a meal.She took a breath, brushing away the memories flooding her mind.

In such an era, memories are the most useless existence for her.

I have nostalgia, but I can't go back.

"I heard that you live in Jiang Qiyi's uncle's house?" Jing Su also picked up the rice and looked at Mo Qing suspiciously.

"Ah."

"Under the fence, won't you be accused if you don't go back so late?"

"will not."

Jiang Ke is too lazy to say a word to her recently, so why would he blame her for her late return.

Jing Su asked again, "Where's your family?"

Mo Qing answered casually: "No."

"..."

Inosuke took a look at her.

She was eating with her head down, calm and composed, and she didn't seem to be lying.

Inosuke pursed his lower lip.

At the moment, I don't know whether his situation is worse or Mo Qing's situation is worse.

Withdrawing his gaze, Jing Su lowered his head and buried himself in his meal.However, absent-minded, he would occasionally glance at Mo Qing.

Mo Qing and Jing Su finished their self-heating rice.

Soon, Mo Qing found another plastic bag in his backpack, threw it to Jing Su, and said, "Clean it up."

Jing Su grabbed the plastic bag, not knowing why: "Why?"

Mo Qing stood up and patted the dust on the school uniform.Afterwards, she took out something from her trouser pocket and threw it towards Jingsu.

"The key to the commissary." Mo Qing's voice was quite casual, but there was warmth in what he said, "Boss Ge invites you to stay."

Jing Su caught the key and was stunned.

The key is still warm, and it is warm.

He blinked his eyes, and the flames flickered, making his pupils bright.

*
Jing Su packed up the garbage, stove and tent, and then left the abandoned teaching building with Mo Qing.

After a while, the two walked over on snow, their hair and shoulders covered with snow.

The goblin canteen was lit, it was a warm orange light, the door was open, the wind rolled the curtain, and the light fell all over the place outside.

"You are back."

Hearing the movement, Goblin came out from inside, with a bright smile on his face, bright eyebrows and bright eyes, and the earrings were shining brightly in the lamp.

Mo Qing nodded: "Yes."

"It's so cold, come in quickly." Seeing snow falling on the two of them, Goblin quickly dragged them into the door, closed the door, and poured them a cup of hot tea prepared in advance.

"Drink first, and warm it up." Goblin rubbed his hands, "I bought some sweet potatoes, do you want to eat?"

"Don't eat, you can give it to him." Mo Qing said, "I have to go."

"Are you alone?" Goblin hesitated, "If you don't wait any longer, I'll take you back."

"Need not."

Mo Qing resolutely refused.

After she finished drinking the cup of hot tea, she put the cup away and was ready to leave.

Jing Su remained silent until the moment she turned around, she suddenly raised her head and shouted, "Mo Qing."

Mo Qing turned around: "Huh?"

"I want to chat with Song Yiyuan." Jing Su's eyes became a little firmer.

Mo Qing waved his hand: "You tell him yourself."

She didn't stop, pulled the door and walked out.The door was closed, and the curtain was shaking. She carried her backpack in one hand and drifted away in the dark night and snow.

It was getting late, and it was snowing heavily, and there was no online car-hailing service.

Mo Qing caught up with the last subway, and then walked for half an hour in the wind and snow to Jiang's house.

She rang the bell.

Aunt Chen was wearing a coat and opened the door for Mo Qing tremblingly: "Miss Mo, it's so late, why did you come back!" She stretched out her hand to pull Mo Qing, but Mo Qing's hand shivered.

Cold as ice.

"It's outrageous, how frozen is it?" Mrs. Chen wanted to take off her coat and put it on for Mo Qing.

"fine."

Mo Qing put his hand on her shoulder and stopped her movement.

Mrs. Chen hesitated for a moment, then said, "Okay, let's go in first, the house is warm. If you want to eat something, drink some ginger soup first, I have prepared some chicken soup for you."

After entering the door, Mrs. Chen went straight to the kitchen, bustling around.

Mo Qing stood in the middle of the living room, not moving for a long time, until the ice and snow melted on her body, wet her school uniform jacket, and wet her hair, and her stiff body got better.

She has very low sensitivity to temperature.

Still, the body is made of flesh and blood, adaptable, and not harmless.

"Miss Mo, drink ginger soup first." Within a few minutes, Mrs. Chen brought a bowl of ginger soup and handed it to Mo Qing with a worried face.

"Thank you."

Mo Qing took the bowl of ginger soup and drank it down in one gulp.

"Miss Mo, don't you think..." Mrs. Chen turned pale with fright, and asked hesitantly and in shock, "Is it hot?"

Mo Qing paused, returned the bowl to her, and said, "It's okay."

Mrs. Chen didn't have any doubts, and said with emotion: "It must have been frozen."

Mo Qing perfunctory said: "I won't drink the chicken soup, you go and rest first."

"You really don't drink?"

"Ah."

"That's fine. You go take a hot bath first, so you don't freeze." Mrs. Chen said worriedly.

"know."

After Mo Qing returned, he carried his bag and went upstairs.

I don't know if it was a coincidence or what, after she went upstairs, she just passed the study when she saw the door was opened.She paused, glanced over there, and met Jiang Ke's gaze.

Jiang Ke's eyes swept over her.

Without saying a word, Jiang Ke directly closed the door of the study and walked towards the bedroom.

After arriving at the door, Jiang Ke put his hands on the doorknob, paused for a moment, then turned his head to look at the back of Mo Qing leaving.

The corridor was brightly lit, and Mo Qing was tall and tall, casting a long shadow on the ground.Her clothes were thin, her school uniform was almost soaked, and her long hair fell behind her in wet strands.

But she didn't seem to feel the cold.

She went into the house without looking back.

So, Jiang Ke also unlocked the door and went back to his room.

*
At night, Mo Qing took a hot bath and his body recovered.

She did not rest.

Sitting at her desk, she opened a laptop and logged into her mailbox to check her emails.

The first time I went to see Mr. Zhang who taught history, Mr. Zhang gave her a professor's email address and asked her to ask the professor if he knew about the Battle of Pingcheng.

She did write a letter afterwards.

After that, I checked every now and then, but I didn't get a reply.

When she logged in today, she didn't have any hope, but when she refreshed, she saw a "new email", and she was a little surprised.

She clicked.

The letter was returned by the professor, and to my surprise, the professor said that he had heard about the Battle of Pingcheng, but he didn't understand it, because there were almost no records.But when he saw Mo Qing's letter, he became interested in the Battle of Pingcheng, and wanted to investigate in depth, and if there was any new progress, he would reply to Mo Qing.

The professor also sent some research materials over.

Mo Qing received these materials, read them one by one, and then wrote a reply letter to the professor.

By the time she turned off the computer and was about to go to bed, it was already late.

……

the other side.

The windows of the master bedroom were kept open, the lights were off, and the room was pitch black.There was a slender figure standing in front of the window, and occasionally a little scarlet flame could be seen.

Another gust of wind hits.

The soot was blown off, and the little scarlet seemed even redder.

Jiang Ke squinted his eyes slightly, looking at the bright light falling into the yard, the snowflakes were flying, and the ground was covered with white.He put the cigarette to his lips and took a puff.

At this moment, the light in the courtyard went out, and everything fell into darkness.

The snow is gone, the snowflakes are gone.

The night was so quiet that the sound of snow falling could be heard.

After a while, Jiang Ke pinched his cigarette and closed the window.

at the same time--

Mo Qing, who had just laid down, seemed to hear the sound of closing the window in a trance. She was startled, and when she listened carefully, she heard slight footsteps, and unconsciously frowned.

It's so late and you still haven't slept?
……

After less than two hours of sleep, it was time to go to school again.

Mo Qing was a little sleepy, but when he went downstairs, seeing Peng Ren's bright smiling face, he lost all sleepiness.

"Miss Mo, I'll take you to school today!" Peng Ren was in high spirits, rubbing his hands together, looking very expectant.

Mo Qing: "..." She wanted to be deaf.

(End of this chapter)