Chapter 083 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 a dreamy bubble in the cold picture.
His throat tightened, and Jingsu's voice trembled: "Why are you here?"
"Looking for you." Mo Qing said bluntly.
Jing Su's expression changed slightly, his tone laced with sarcasm: "Are you here for Nao Shizi's prescription?"
His tone was cold, "I disappoint you, I didn't -"
"No." Mo Qing interrupted him.
Jingsu choked.
Mo Qing pointed to Ma Zha opposite the stove: "Sit down."
Only then did Jing Su realize that Mo Qing had brought two horses, one for Mo Qing to sit on and one prepared for him.
After hesitating for a long time, Jingsu walked towards Mazar and sat down. The charcoal in the stove was burning brightly. As soon as he got closer, the heat was transferred to him, driving away the coldness all over his body.
Jingsu's hostility was somewhat relieved: "What do you want from me?"
"I heard that you were kicked out. You live here. Come and take a look." Mo Qing picked up the backpack at his feet, opened the zipper, and took out two boxes of self-heating rice.
It was given to her by Goblin.
She threw one of the boxes to Isu.
Reaching out to scoop up the self-heating rice, Jingsu hesitated for a moment, not wanting to be short-tongued: "I have something to eat."
"Noodles with ice slag?" Mo Qing opened his mouth.
"..."
Jingsu wanted to forcefully throw the self-heating rice back, but when he saw that Mo Qing had torn open the package, he felt that it was not interesting, so he put the cold fried noodles aside and opened the self-heating rice.
Jingsu added water to the self-heating rice, closed the lid, and asked, "How did you find this place?"
No one has said anything about his being here.
"That's what the canteen owner said." After Mo Qing processed the self-heating rice, he put it aside and let it heat itself.
"Goblin stand?"
"Um."
Jingsu had no doubts.
Just last night, he saw Goblin's figure wandering nearby through the window. It had been snowing for several days, and he left footprints when he entered the building. It was not surprising that Goblin found him.
"You," Jingsu paused and asked in a deep voice, "who are you?"
Since the beginning of school, Jingsu has been focused on studying, but they are all in the same class. Jingsu 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 was stupid and believed that they were ordinary geniuses and kept silently competing with them in study.
"Idle person." Mo Qing replied lazily, picking up a piece of wire and flicking the charcoal in the stove, "Do you know the relationship between Song Yiyuan and Song Jianghe?"
Jingsu was shocked: "The two of them..." Are they related?
Mo Qing said slowly: "Blood brothers."
Jingsu was completely stunned.
Before coming to find Jing Su, Mo Qing asked Goblin to call Hoss and inquire about the relationship between Song Yiyuan and Song Jianghe.
Got the correct answer: Song Jianghe is Song Yiyuan's younger brother.
Huos said that Song Yiyuan came to be a teacher at the No. 1 Affiliated High School because of Song Jianghe. Song Jianghe wanted to be a special teacher, so this became Song Yiyuan's career goal.
Hoss didn't say anything superfluous.
"How is that possible? I've never heard of it." Jing Su was too surprised and subconsciously doubted it.
"You can ask him yourself." Mo Qing said lightly, leaning on one hand and looking at the red coals, changing 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?
Mo Qing's eyes became more probing.
Jingsu was silent for a while, looked at her, and finally confessed: "The hotel won't open a room, so renting a house will always be blocked. Even if you rent a house, something will happen. I stayed at Jiufengtai Bookstore the night before and stayed at the bookstore the next day.
It was forced to close.”
Just breaking up with his family would not have reduced Jingsu to this.
Mainly because Wen Yingxue was behind it.
She wanted to push herself into a desperate situation and then had to compromise with her.
Mo Qing narrowed his eyes: "Where is your dad?"
Jingsu replied: "He was bribed by Wen Yingxue and wanted to use the prescription to repay the money and forced me to hand over the prescription. Before an agreement was reached, he kicked me out."
Two days after talking to Wen Yingxue, Wen Yingxue approached him again to make sure that she could not get any clues about the prescription from him, so she targeted his father who was full of flaws.
To deal with his father, nothing else is needed, just spend some money.
When Jingzuku came home that day, he found that his room was in a mess and everything had been turned over. His father rushed over like crazy and asked him about the whereabouts of the prescription. He was humble and tough at the same time.
They both had a fight.
Afterwards, he left home on his own.
However, he did not expect that Wen Yingxue would secretly obstruct him and not even give him a place to stay.
Mo Qing paused for a moment and asked, "Did you get the prescription from Song Jianghe?"
Jingsu had a cold face and said harshly: "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 about why Song Jianghe, a teacher, has a prescription."
Jingsu seemed to have heard a joke: "I heard that if you have a prescription, you will gain fame and fortune. Do you not need it?"
Mo Qing asked, "Do you need it?"
"Of course I don't—" Isu stopped talking.
Mo Qing spread his hands: "Look, there is more than one kind of person in the world."
After a while, Jingsu frowned and said, "That doesn't prove anything."
"what ever."
Mo Qing shrugged his shoulders and didn't ask any more questions.
When the self-heating rice was ready, Mo Qing picked it up and put the disposable chopsticks to her lips. She bit down on one, broke off the other, and then picked up the chopsticks to eat.
This is 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, making it an outdoor weapon.
Mo Qing ate the rice and looked at the stove. She was in a trance for a moment, thinking of the years when she had been chewing tree bark in winter. Suddenly, she took a breath and brushed away the memories that came to her mind.
In such an era, remembering her is the most useless existence.
I miss you so much, but I can't go back.
"I heard that you live at Jiang Qiyi's uncle's house?" Jing Su also picked up the rice and looked at Mo Qing suspiciously.
"Um."
"I'm living under someone else's roof. If you don't come back so late, won't you be criticized?"
"Won't."
Jiang Ke has been too lazy to say a word to her recently, so why would he blame her for coming home late?
Jingsu asked again: "Where is your family?"
Mo Qing replied casually: "No."
"..."
Jingsu looked her over.
She lowered her head and ate her meal with a calm composure, and it didn't look like she was lying.
Isu pursed his lower lip.
I didn't know for a while whether he was in a worse situation or Mo Qing was in a worse situation.
Withdrawing his gaze, Jing Su lowered his head and ate his food. However, he was absent-minded and occasionally glanced at Mo Qing.
Mo Qing and Jing Su finished eating the self-heating rice.
Soon, Mo Qing found another plastic bag in his backpack, threw it to Jing Su, and said, "Pack it away."
Jingsu grabbed the plastic bag, not knowing why: "What are you doing?"
Mo Qing stood up and patted the dust on her school uniform. Then she took something out of her trouser pocket and threw it towards Jingsu.
"Key to the canteen." Mo Qing's voice was quite casual, but his words were warm, "Boss Ge, please stay here."
Jingsu caught the key and was stunned.
The key was still warm.
He blinked, and the firelight flickered, making his eyes bright.
*
Jingsu packed up the garbage, stove and tent, and then left the abandoned teaching building with Mo Qing.
Along the way, the two of them walked through the snow, with snow on their hair and shoulders.
The Goblin canteen was lit with a warm orange light. The door was open, the wind blew the curtain, and light fell on the ground outside.
"You are back."
Goblin heard the commotion and walked out, with a bright smile on his face, bright eyebrows, and earrings shining brightly in the lamp.
Mo Qing nodded: "Yeah."
"It's so cold, come in quickly." Seeing the snow falling on the two of them, Goblin quickly pulled them through the door, then closed the door and poured them both a cup of hot tea prepared in advance.
"Drink first to warm yourself up." Goblin rubbed his hands, "I bought some sweet potatoes, do you want to eat them?"
"If you don't want to eat, give it to him." Mo Qing said, "I have to go."
"Are you alone?" Goblin hesitated, "If you don't wait a little longer, I will take you back."
"Need not."
Mo Qing decisively refused.
She finished the cup of hot tea, put the cup away, and was ready to leave.
Jing Su remained silent until the moment she turned around, he suddenly raised his head and shouted: "Mo Qing."
Mo Qing turned around and said, "Huh?"
"I want to talk to Song Yiyuan." Jing Su's eyes became more determined.
Mo Qing waved his hand: "Tell him yourself."
She didn't stop, opened the door, and walked out. The door was closed and the curtain was shaking. She held her backpack in one hand and walked away in the dark night's snow and wind.
It was getting late, it was snowing heavily, and there were no online ride-hailing services.
Mo Qing caught the last subway and then walked for half an hour in the wind and snow to Jiang's house.
She rang the doorbell.
Mrs. Chen, wearing a coat, shook her head and opened the door for Mo Qing: "Miss Mo, why did you come back so late?" She reached out to pull Mo Qing, but Mo Qing's hand was so cold that she shivered.
As cold as ice.
"It's outrageous. It's all frozen." Mrs. Chen was about to take off her coat and put it on Mo Qing.
"fine."
Mo Qing put his hand on her shoulder and stopped her movement.
Mrs. Chen hesitated for a moment and then said, "Okay, let's go in first. It's warm at home. If you want to eat something, drink some ginger soup first. I've prepared some chicken soup for you."
After entering the door, Mrs. Chen went straight to the kitchen and was busy.
Mo Qing stood in the center of the living room and did not move for a long time. It was not until the ice and snow on her body melted, her school uniform coat and hair got wet that her stiff body improved.
Her sensitivity to temperature is very low.
However, the body is still made of flesh and blood and can adapt, so it is not without harm.
"Miss Mo, drink the ginger soup first." Within a few minutes, Mrs. Chen brought a bowl of ginger soup and handed it to Mo Qing with a worried look on her face.
"Thanks."
Mo Qing took the bowl of ginger soup and drank the soup 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."
Sister-in-law Chen did not raise any suspicion, and said with emotion: "It must have been frozen."
Mo Qing responded perfunctorily: "I won't drink the chicken soup. You go and have a rest first."
"You really don't want to drink?"
"Um."
"Okay. You go take a hot bath first, don't freeze." Mrs. Chen said with worry.
"Know."
After Mo Qing returned, she carried her bag and went upstairs.
Whether it was a coincidence or something, after she went upstairs, she just passed by the study and saw the door opened. She paused, glanced over there, and met Jiang Ke's eyes.
Jiang Ke's eyes swept around her body.
Without saying a word, Jiang Ke closed the study door and walked to the bedroom.
After arriving at the door, Jiang Ke put his hand on the doorknob, paused, then tilted his head and looked at Mo Qing's leaving figure.
The corridor was brightly lit, and Mo Qing's tall figure cast long shadows on the ground. Her clothes were thin, her school uniform was almost soaked, and her long hair fell behind her back and became wet in strands.
But she didn't seem to feel the cold.
She entered the house without looking back.
So Jiang Ke also unlocked the door and returned to his room.
*
At night, Mo Qing took a hot bath to warm up his body.
She didn't rest.
Sitting at her desk, she opened a laptop and logged into her mailbox to check her emails.
The first time she went to see Teacher Zhang, who taught history, Teacher Zhang gave her a professor's email address and asked her to ask the professor if he knew about the Battle of Pingcheng.
She actually wrote a letter later.
After that, I checked every now and then, but still didn't get a reply.
She didn't have any hope when she logged in today, but as soon as she refreshed the message, she saw a "new email" and was a little surprised.
She clicked it.
The letter was answered by a professor, and what was surprising was that the professor said he had heard of the Battle of Pingcheng, but didn’t know much about it because there was almost no record of it. But after seeing Mo Qing’s letter, he became interested in the Battle of Pingcheng and wanted to investigate it in depth.
New developments will be reported to Mo Qing.
The professor also sent some research materials.
Mo Qing received these materials, read them one by one, and then wrote a reply to the professor.
By the time she turned off her computer and prepared to go to bed, it was already very late.
…
the other side.
The window of the master bedroom was always open, the lights were not turned on, and the room was dark. There was a tall figure standing in front of the window, and occasionally a little scarlet firelight could be seen.
Another gust of wind came.
The soot was blown away, and the scarlet color seemed to become even redder.
Jiang Ke squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the bright light falling into the yard. Snowflakes were flying and the ground was covered with a layer of 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 you could hear the sound of snow falling.
After a while, Jiang Ke put out 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. She was startled. When she listened carefully, she heard the sound of slight footsteps and frowned unconsciously.
You're still up so late?
…
After sleeping for less than two hours, it was time to go to school again.
Mo Qing was a little sleepy, but when he went downstairs and saw Peng Ren's bright smiling face, he suddenly lost all sleep.
"Miss Mo, I will take you to school today!" Peng Ren was in high spirits, rubbing his hands together, looking very expectant.
