Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 96 Magical Doctor Village [06] New Year's Eve together
Mo Qing stood in the courtyard, wearing a black overcoat, holding a bag in one hand and a cell phone in the other.She raised her eyes, and her gaze came over, and there was a light in her dark eyes.

Jiang Ke choked for breath.

If the heart is like a wilderness, weeds are overgrown, but at this moment, a fire is suddenly ignited, and all the barrenness is burned away, only waiting for new life.

He was against the light, his face was shrouded in shadow, and no one could see clearly. His cold eyes became soft little by little, as if they could melt.

After waiting for a while, Mo Qing asked, "Have you changed your mind?"

"En." Jiang Ke didn't think about it.

Mo Qing said again: "Go downstairs."

From the study to the hall, Jiang Ke walked every day, he was used to it, and he never took this journey at ease.But on this day, he remembered every step of the way, and the indescribable complex emotions as time passed by.

It's still the same road, but the mood is different.

He walked downstairs, walking steadily, seemingly as usual.

He opened the door of the hall, and the wind and snow smashed in, but he opened his eyes, looking for the people outside.When his eyes stopped on the figure at the door, his tight strings relaxed a little.

Mo Qing walked up to him and asked, "Are you alone?"

"Ah."

"Oh." It wasn't surprising that Mo was pouring.

She lived here before, and she came in and out very casually, walking in from Jiang Ke's side with every step.The wind blew her hair, and the tips of her hair were covered with snow particles, which shone like stars in the light.

"I just brought the beggar's chicken." Mo Qing lifted the bag and shook it, "Will you order two more bowls of noodles?"

Jiang Ke's gaze followed her, and he paused for a moment: "I won't."

Mo Qing gave him a deep look: "I think you will."

Again.

That "she's looking at him, but she's looking at someone else" feeling.

The joy in his heart was reduced by half, Jiang Ke collected himself, closed the door, looked at Mo Qing for a few seconds, and finally walked to the kitchen without saying a word.

——Isn’t it just a noodle?

In fact, it was just the next noodle. Jiang Ke briefly read the tutorial, and he was familiar with the actual operation without any mistakes. He brought out two bowls of noodles in a short time.

Mo Qing found a bottle of wine in the wine cabinet, picked up two glasses and walked over: "Have a drink?"

"En." Jiang Ke didn't refuse.

Two bowls of noodles, two wine glasses, and a beggar's chicken.Compared to the New Year's Eve dinner, it was quite shabby, but compared to Jiang Ke's previous year, it was rich.

The wine was spicy, Jiang Ke didn't drink it often, he just put it on display.

Today, he drank silently, drank a glass, stroked the glass with his slender fingers, glanced at Mo Qing who was sitting on the side from the corner of his eye.

He asked in a deep voice, "Why are you here?"

"Guess you're alone."

"What are you doing?"

Mo Qing smiled, picked up the wine bottle, and filled their glasses.After that, she looked at Jiang Ke, and asked lightly, "You guess?"

Jiang Ke's eyes dimmed.

"Drink?" Mo Qing raised his glass to him.

Jiang Ke stopped holding the wine glass, then raised it up and touched Mo Qing's wine glass. With a "ding", it made a crisp and pleasant sound.

"I won't go to Jiang's house, and I won't go back to the Imperial City." After drinking a glass of wine, Mo Qing put the glass away and looked at him from the side, seemingly puzzled, "Why alone?"

Jiang Ke also replied: "You guess."

Mo Qing smiled.

This is the same as Jiang Yan, but she couldn't figure it out.

Jiang Yan's surroundings are always lively, many people circle around him, but when it comes to "happy family", he will always give those people a holiday, and he will always be alone.

Because he has no father, no mother, no roots, and is alone.

Of course others welcome him, but he doesn't want to get involved.

Later, I met her who was also rootless, so I could always live this kind of life with a partner.

After meeting Peng Ren yesterday, Mo Qing always thought about Jiang Ke—whether he was alone.So, she came over tonight.

Maybe the two of them are not the same person, but there is always Jiang Yan's shadow in Jiang Ke.

This is undeniable.

After drinking one glass after another, the two thought of noodles and beggar's chicken.Mo Qing picked up the chopsticks, picked up a pair of noodles with chopsticks, and was stunned as soon as he took the first bite. His eyes widened and he stared at Jiang Ke.

Jiang Ke was quite uncomfortable being stared at by her, and frowned: "Don't say that I taste the same as his cooking."

"If I say the same." Mo Qing paused, "Do you believe it?"

Jiang Ke: "..." Damn it.

He glanced at the noodles in the bowl, immediately lost interest in eating, put down his chopsticks, and pushed the bowl aside.

Mo Qing tapped on the table with her fingers and said, "Don't make things difficult for yourself."

There was murderous look in Jiang Ke's eyes: "Don't talk."

Mo Qing shrugged.

Not knowing who he was trying to get angry with, Jiang Ke didn't even eat a mouthful of noodles.Obviously he made it himself, but the bowl of noodles seemed like he had a deep hatred.

Mo Dump had eaten all of it.

I just ate two meals in a row, and I was a little full, and I didn't eat a few mouthfuls of beggar chicken.

After eating and drinking enough, Mo Qing drank the last sip of wine, became a little drunk, leaned on the back of the chair, and asked, "How did you spend New Year's Eve before?"

"Normal."

"Where's the family?"

"No." Jiang Ke paused, then frowned, and added, "I've never seen it before."

"Is it."

Mo Qing spoke softly, his eyelids lowered slightly, then raised again.

"Hey." Mo Qing suddenly leaned forward, put her elbows on the table, and approached Jiang Ke. She raised her head slightly and invited him, "Do you want to watch the New Year together?"

When Jiang Ke took a look at her, his heart felt hot.

She was probably really drunk, her eyes were all intoxicating, Jiang Ke also felt that she was drunk when her eyes were mixed with drunkenness.

Jiang Ke asked in a deep voice: "How to guard?"

"Just wait." Mo Qing raised her eyebrows, then smiled lightly, she folded her legs, her eyes were a little ambiguous, "Perhaps, you want to do something else?"

As a result, the fire that was originally burning in the chest suddenly seemed to be blown by the wind, and the fire became more and more intense, spreading to all limbs and bones, burning his heart and mouth in panic.

Jiang Ke's eyes sank and sank.

However, Mo Qing suddenly stood up and said lazily, "Just kidding."

She turned around, walked slowly to the wine cabinet, took two bottles of fruit wine, and then looked back: "Do you have snacks and fruits at home? Get some, let's watch the Spring Festival Gala."

"help yourself."

Jiang Ke lightly dropped the three words, got up, and went to the audio-visual room.

The aura instantly returned to a state of coolness and alienation.

Mo Qing looked at his back and felt that he was really stingy.But he was tolerant and bright, and didn't have the same knowledge as him, so Mo Qing dug out some melons and fruits by himself, and went to the audio-visual room.

There is no TV in the audio-visual room, but a projector with a big curtain, and the Spring Festival Gala is being played at the moment.

When the lights are not turned on, there is only one light source on the curtain, and the indoor light and shadow change with the picture.

Jiang Ke was sitting on the sofa, leaning against a corner, as if he was drunk, with his elbows on the armrest of the sofa, lightly supporting his head.After hearing the movement, he raised his head and glanced at Mo Qing.

Mo Qing put down the fruit wine and snacks, sat down on the sofa, and asked Jiang Ke, "Is this the Spring Festival Gala?"

"Ah."

Jiang Ke raised his eyelids and glanced at the curtain.

He wasn't interested at all, but Mo Qing was different, as soon as he got interested, he just sat and watched.

After a while, Jiang Ke didn't hear her movement, so he couldn't help but look sideways at her, and found that she was watching with gusto.

"What's so interesting?" Jiang Ke was puzzled.

He unscrewed a bottle of fruit wine and handed it to Mo Qing.

"Interesting." Mo Qing took the fruit wine, took a sip, and said, "We used to watch the New Year, it was very boring."

"How boring?"

"If you're lucky, you'll stay by the stove and chat, and when it snows, go out to count the stars, otherwise you'll go out and press the road." Mo Qing said unhurriedly, "If you're unlucky, you'll have to stand guard, hold meetings, and draw pictures as usual. , study how to fight."

Jiang Ke was startled, thinking of something: "Have you ever fought in a war?" He was skeptical about some of Mo Qing's legendary experiences.

Mo Qing clapped his hands together: "Yes."

"Isn't it healing and saving lives?"

"Using a scalpel is forced." Mo Qing said, "Soldiers who were injured on the front line are sent to you, and others are helpless. It happens that you can save them, so can you just ignore them?"

After finishing speaking, Mo Qing said again: "But if you only use a scalpel, you can save a group of people, but you can't save a country."

Jiang Ke couldn't help but think of the century-old history.

But in a hundred years, the country has changed.At the very least, there is no need to worry about artillery fire and famine during the Chinese New Year, but you can watch the Spring Festival Gala in front of the TV with peace of mind.

These days, which are so peaceful that we are accustomed to them and even make people feel dull, have been won by generations of people over the past century.

Jiang Ke understands history, but has always regarded it as history.

When Mo Qing came by her side, those histories became her past.A person's past is easier to empathize with than a country's past.

Because people are alive, just like you.

"You and him..." Jiang Ke paused, and after a while, he continued, "How long have you known each other?"

"Hmm." Mo Qing raised his head and thought for a while, then replied, "Ten years."

During the most turbulent ten years, she walked with him.

From the destruction of the country to the restoration of hope, ten years are the past rooted in her blood and flesh.Therefore, when she sees the world today, she often suspects that this is a dream.

Jiang Ke seemed to sense her emotions.

It's strange that he can understand the bewilderment, loss, sadness, and the joy of witnessing the present, as if he also came from those years.

After a while, Jiang Ke suppressed those complicated emotions and asked again: "Is he different from you?"

"It's different." Mo Qing shook the fruit wine in her hand, raised her head and took a sip, and after a while, she whispered, "Probably, I'm the only one who is different."

The Spring Festival Gala is drawing to a close.

The host was counting down to three two one, preparing to welcome the new year, and the atmosphere was joyful and noisy.

Mo Qing raised his head suddenly and bumped into Jiang Ke's eyes.His bright black eyes were flickering due to the beating of light and shadow, and her blurry silhouette was reflected in the pupils.

With a palpitation in his heart, Mo Qing stretched his palms to his side, and approached him naturally.

The distance is suddenly shortened, so that the breaths perceive each other. There is a faint scent of fruit wine in the air, fermented in the ambiguous air, and becomes rich and viscous little by little.

Their sights are intertwined and intertwined, like an indistinct net, getting closer and closer.

On the curtain, the host is shouting——

"1."

The fireworks exploded in circles.

"Happy New Year."

happy New Year.

Jiang Ke said in his heart, then lowered his head and kissed her lips.

No longer the same casual taste as last time, he stroked the back of her head, inserted his hands into her hair, kissed tenderly and lingeringly, ambiguously and affectionately, as if they had been in love for a long time.

Even if only for a moment.

Even if it's just self-deception.

Just let him be him.

On this New Year's Eve, which should have been spent alone, at this extremely ambiguous New Year's Eve moment, Jiang Ke abandoned all reason and sobriety, like a drunk and sinking person.

He hoped that time would stretch every second very, very long.

So, time is short and long.

At the moment when the singing ended, Jiang Ke suddenly woke up.

He raised his eyes, breathing heavily, and his breath fell to the side of her face.He kissed her earlobe and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm not him."

Mo Qing gave a soft "hmm", slipped his fingers from the back of his neck, and said softly, "You are not him."

She is obsessed but calm.

Turning his head slightly, Jiang Ke looked at Mo Qing's blushing face, met her clear eyes, and felt a tingle in his head. The indescribable pain made him almost unbearable.

He released her.

Obviously he didn't show much strangeness, but Mo Qing noticed something keenly. He put his hand on his wrist, and after two seconds, he frowned and said, "Where's the medicine for you? Did Mrs. Chen give it to you? "

"threw."

Jiang Ke replied without thinking.

It's like being angry.

"Throw it away?" Mo Qing's tone suddenly turned cold.

There was nothing unusual about her unhappiness.

In an instant, the ambiguity surrounding them completely dissipated without a trace, and there was no chance to recall it.

"It deserves to hurt you to death."

Mo Qing said so, but took out a medicine bottle from his pocket, poured two pills, and then reached out and pinched Jiang Ke's chin.

Her strength is not light at all.

Jiang Ke looked back at her, pursing his lips tightly.

She said angrily, "Open your mouth."

Jiang Ke didn't move, but became stubborn.

"I want to feed you myself, right?" Mo Qing laughed, a little irritable.

Although his tone was not very good, Mo Qing put the medicine into his mouth, and then kissed his lips.She was skilled, easily pried open his lips and teeth, and fed him two pills.

Then, evacuate easily.

She's like a drug addict.

After swallowing the medicine, Jiang Ke became inexplicably angry and stared at her: "You..."

"What are you?" Mo Qing glared at him, "Like a bullied little daughter-in-law. Did I just say something?"

Thinking of the scene just now, Jiang Ke took a breath and didn't talk back to her immediately.

After a while, he gave Mo Qing a meaningful look, and said coolly, "You're pretty skilled."

"..."

Mo Qing paused.

She turned her head away a little, looking at the Spring Festival Gala that ended at some point.The light in the room was dim, but with the faint light, one could vaguely see a touch of red at the base of her ears.

It's not really as calm and dominant as it seems.

Jiang Ke stared at her for a while.

Finally, after staring at Mo Qing unbearably, Mo Qing turned his head impatiently, and asked as if angry: "Are you all right?"

"..."

Jiang Ke was stunned for a moment.

Then, he realized that for some reason, the piercing pain in his head was gone.

(End of this chapter)