The two snowmen are as vivid as statues.

Because it was so lifelike, Jiang Ke could identify it at a glance—that person was not Jiang Yan, but him.

The coat he often wears is draped over his shoulders, and his eyebrows and temperament are exactly the same as his. The person standing next to him is Mo Qing, wearing a school uniform coat and looking domineering.

The anger in Jiang Ke's eyes was immediately cleared away.

Even his eyes are much softer.

The snow outside stopped, but the wind was still howling, and it was biting cold. He walked towards the two snowmen and noticed what was put in the pockets of the two coats, and a small corner was exposed.

He first took out the items from the pocket of "his" coat.

It was a red envelope, thick. He opened the red envelope and saw a stack of cash. After pouring it out, there was also a note.

【Happy New Year】.

The free and uninhibited handwriting was written by Mo Qing.

Jiang Ke smiled, put the cash and note back into the red envelope, and then carefully folded the seal. Then, he turned his head and glanced at "Mo Qing"'s school uniform jacket.

The exposed corner was white. He took it out and found it was a folded piece of paper.

After being stunned for a moment, he spread out the paper, and a painting suddenly appeared in front of him.

The painting is of him.

A scene of him sitting at a stall in Ion Lane selling medicinal materials. He was wearing a shabby suit and a bamboo hat. He was sitting on a horse, raising his head slightly and looking askance at people. In front of him, there were various medicinal materials.

Signed: ink.

——She drew this herself.

——This was drawn before she came.

The wind was strong and the air was bitingly cold, but at this moment, Jiang Ke stood in the courtyard and could not feel the cold at all.

*

On New Year's Day, Mo Qing couldn't stop the train. Fortunately, the subway was running as usual. She took the subway and returned to Huichun Pavilion.

The door of Huichun Pavilion was closed, but the window of her room was open.

Mo Qing glanced up, stretched his neck, and then jumped up, jumping directly to the window edge with a jumping ability and agility that was extraordinary for a human being.

"Knock knock knock."

As soon as she landed, she heard a knock on the door.

She suspected that Min Chang was spying on her.

As he walked over, Mo Qing's footsteps sounded very soft.

Then, I heard Min Chang say at the door: "Breakfast is ready. Do you want to sleep for a while? I understand..."

Before Min Chang could finish speaking, Mo Qing opened the door.

Min Chang was startled by the movement, and his voice suddenly stopped. He looked at Mo Qing, who shouldn't have been there, and asked in shock, "How did you come back?"

Mo Qing took half a step back and glanced at the open window.

"..."

Min Chang mentally estimated the height and thought about where to stay. He felt that Mo Qing's behavior of climbing through the window was a bit outrageous.

"Is breakfast ready?" Mo Qing asked.

Min Chang came back to his senses and nodded: "Yes."

"I'm going to wash up first and come back later."

"OK."

Min Chang was relieved.

As much as Min Chenghuai cared about Mo Qing, he might have been more worried if he knew that Mo Qing didn't come home all night on New Year's Eve. He originally wanted to fool him with his poor acting skills, but now that Mo Qing is back, it's naturally better.

At the dinner table, Mo Qing was eating dumplings and asked casually: "Do you have any activities on New Year's Day?"

Min Chang: "No."

"What kind of activities does Auntie want?" Min Chenghuai asked.

Min Chang glanced at Min Chenghuai. With his body and age, he would make people tremble when he cooks. I'm afraid the word "activity" might not be related to it.

Mo Qing asked: "Playing cards?"

"Okay, okay," Min Chenghuai immediately became happy, "can aunt play bridge?"

"Just right."

In this gradually lost entertainment activity, Mo Qing and the elderly Min Chenghuai are quite consistent.

"That's great." Min Chenghuai said happily. He looked at Min Chang, "Go and find the bridge cards in my drawer. The three of us will just play together."

Min Chang pinched his chopsticks for a moment, his expression very resistant: "I can't."

Mo glanced at him sideways: "No, I just want to learn."

Min Chang: "..." He doesn't want to play such boring activities for the elderly.

However, both of them were older than him, and he didn't want to bear the reputation of "disrespecting his elders". Min Chang sighed and could only play cards with them.

Oh, it's bridge.

…

Accompanying Mo Qing, Min Chenghuai played cards all morning. Min Chang, who had gotten up early in the morning to cook, was yawning profusely. His phone rang several times. Yao Jiajia and Jiang Qiyi asked him to go out to play, but he simply ignored them.

No one knows that Mo Qing lives in Huichun Pavilion.

Likewise, no one could contact Mo Qing.

Therefore, all the students in the school who had his contact information would basically come to him and ask "Where is Mo Qing?" Of course he didn't tell, but there were no shortage of people who started to get information from him.

Even students outside the school want to know which school Mo Qing will transfer to in the new semester.

After dark, the game ends.

Min Chang glanced at the messages on his phone, sighed, and simply threw the phone in front of Mo Qing: "I want to ask about you and where you will go to study."

Mo Qing was eating fruit. Without looking at his phone, he answered directly: "I won't read anymore."

"Don't read anymore?"

Min Chang was slightly shocked.

With the power behind Mo Qing, it shouldn't be a big deal to find a school for her. Besides, Mo Qing has the title of "No. 1 in the city", so there are still some schools that want to take her in.

He thought that Mo Qing went to work earlier just to pass the time because he had nothing to do.

After all, with Mo Qing's academic performance, even if she puts her name in school and doesn't study, she won't be afraid of not being able to get into a good university when she takes the college entrance examination.

Mo Qing said "hmm".

Min Chang asked: "Then what do you want to do?"

Even if Mo Qing is the reincarnation of a miracle doctor or a living immortal, if she wants to be a doctor, in this society ruled by law, she must have a license.

Even if Hoss can get her a license, with Mo Qing's strength, she will definitely become famous in the medical industry. But once she becomes famous, she will need to dig up her background...

Finished.

In this era of academic involution, Mo Qing simply couldn't do these things.

Mo Tingting was not worried: "Let's talk about it."

"..."

Min Chang thought of a bunch of reasons to persuade her to take the college entrance examination, but when he thought about it, Song Yiyuan must have told Mo Qing about these. Since Mo Qing had already decided, it didn't make any sense for him to say this.

That's all.

*

This year has been uneventful.

Mo Qing never saw Jiang Ke again.

Ten days later, Min Chang had to go to school again, and sometimes he would bring back news from the school.

For example, the students searched all major high schools but could not find a transfer student, Mo Qing, and were extremely disappointed;

For example, after Class 7 learned that Song Yiyuan had resigned, they protested for a day. In the end, the teacher and parents worked together to make them docile;

Another example: Shen Qi suppressed Wen Yingxue in the first game of school, and now the school has evolved into a "battle between two geniuses"...

Mo Qing would occasionally visit the Eighth Base. After learning that Mrs. Chen, Peng Ren, and Peng Zhong had all returned to Jiang Ke, he never went to Jiang Ke's house again. In his free time, he tinkered with medicinal herbs in Huichun Pavilion.

Winter is over and spring is coming.

I don’t know when, the bare branches on the roadside sprouted green buds, and patches of emerald green color added some life to the dead streets that seemed to be forgotten.

Another day, Mo Qing came to the Eighth Base for her daily check-in and filled out a form describing what she had done recently.
To be continued...