There are one or two stars scattered in the sky, the crescent moon is like a hook, and the light is hazy. At night, this small town is as silent as a dead city.
The man was dressed in black and stood facing the river for a moment. Then he bent down to pick up something, turned around and walked towards the bridge not far away.
Mo Qing squinted and looked.
That bridge has a history of hundreds of years. It has been in dilapidated condition due to wind and rain. The handrails have long since collapsed and the bridge skeleton is exposed. And next to the bridge opening on the shore, a few wooden boards can be vaguely seen, covered with a thin layer of
plastic.
Mo Qing averted his gaze.
Maybe she was overthinking it.
She met Jiang Ke every time she went out, so many times that she became accustomed to it, and now she is inevitably suspicious.
——How could Jiang Ke go to that kind of place?
The windows were still open for ventilation. Mo Qing opened his backpack, took out a change of clothes, and took a shower.
The water was cold, and it was still a bit cold when it was poured down suddenly, but Mo Qing finished washing without changing his expression, briefly wiped his hair, and went to bed.
Sleep until dawn.
When Mo Qing opened her eyes, it was just dawn. She washed briefly and left the hotel.
Compared with a hundred years ago, this small town has some changes, such as modern-style western-style buildings and infrastructure built in recent years, but a large part overlaps with memories.
In the early morning, the town has not yet woken up.
Mo Qing was walking on the road. There were wild flowers on the roadside and the air was fresh.
The sun was obscured by clouds and fog, the light was a little dim, and you could feel the smell of moisture every time you breathed in and out.
When he was about to reach the river, Mo Qing saw a breakfast shop and walked over: "A cup of soy milk and two fried dough sticks."
"Okay."
The boss smiled brightly and packed her bags neatly.
There are not many guests.
Mo Qing scanned the QR code to pay the bill, took the breakfast, but did not leave.
She glanced in the direction of the broken bridge as if unintentionally, and asked her boss: "Is there anyone living under the bridge?"
"Yes, there is a madman living here." The boss looked at the broken bridge and shook his head like a rattle. "He is one of the first batch of college students in our town. It is said that he was hit while working outside and went crazy not long after he came back.
He lives under the bridge every day and goes crazy. No one cares about him, so he makes a living by picking up garbage."
After the boss finished speaking, he glanced at Mo Qing's face: "You are here to film with the crew, right? You are so good-looking. Who is your female number?"
Mo Qing said: "I'm here to travel."
"There is nothing interesting in our town," the boss started chatting, "Has the line of sky in Xishan gone?"
"Been there before. Visiting again."
The boss enthusiastically recommended several scenic spots to Mo Qing.
Mo Qing responded perfunctorily, and when the new customers arrived, she said goodbye to the boss.
The boss saw the direction she was walking and warned: "Sister, stay away from the bridge, that lunatic will hit people if he gets crazy."
Mo Qing didn't answer.
She walked towards the broken bridge.
It would be strange if that person was really crazy.
At least, the clothes I wore last night were quite clean.
Mo Qing walked to the river. The cool breeze from the river lifted her hair and brushed her cheeks and hair tips.
Taking out a glass of soy milk, Mo Qing poked the straw in and drank.
She seemed aimless, but in fact she was getting closer and closer to the broken bridge.
Suddenly, a figure appearing under the embankment caught Mo Qing's eyes.
Stopping, Mo Qing bit her straw. She glanced sideways and landed on the steps below the embankment. She saw a man in black with his back to her. He was holding a snakeskin bag in one hand and a fire tong in the other.
Plastic bottles coming down.
Mo Qing hissed.
This back view looks too similar.
Bending down to pick up a stone, Mo Qing squinted his eyes, raised his hand and threw it towards the figure.
The stone was aimed very accurately, and flew past the man's cheek before falling to the river in front, causing a splash and ripples in the water.
Faced with this situation, the man just paused, showing no sign of being frightened. After a short moment, he turned back.
The breeze is gentle and the sky is dark.
Mo Qing saw the man's appearance clearly.
He has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, deep eye sockets, and sharp facial lines. He has a standard handsome face. The wind picked up the broken hair on his forehead, swaying it, and the frowning movement was very clear.
"Jiang..." Mo Qing bit the straw and pondered for a moment. Finally, he tilted his head and gave a hesitant description, "Ragged?"
Jiang Ke's expression was indifferent.
After looking at Mo Qing for a moment, Jiang Ke said solemnly: "I have suspected it for a long time."
Mo Qing walked slowly towards the steps and answered: "What?"
Jiang Ke narrowed his eyes: "Are you really not pretending to be a good person on me?"
"I'm here on a business trip." Mo Qing walked down the steps slowly, his eyes falling on Jiang Ke with interest, "If you don't believe me, ask Huos."
Jiang Ke followed her gaze and saw the snakeskin bag and broken fire tongs in her hands.
"The equipment is really complete, are you planning to settle down?" Mo Qing found it more and more interesting and teased.
"We have a place to shelter from the wind and rain, shall we?" Jiang Ke simply broke the pot and threw it.
"No." Mo Qing refused, "I'm delicate."
"..."
Jiang Ke was speechless.
At this time, Mo Qing had already arrived in front of him.
In front of Jiang Ke, Mo Qing never paid attention to social distance. He glanced at the garbage floating on the river, then moved forward and glanced at Jiang Ke's snakeskin bag: "What are you holding?"
Jiang Ke opened the snakeskin bag magnanimously: "Plastic bottle, three cents each."
"A good man with strong bones and a strong ambition to be self-reliant." Mo Qing glanced at the three plastic bottles inside and couldn't help but laugh, "You made a lot of money this morning, right?"
"It's okay." Jiang Ke said.
Mo Qing was happy.
Her casual and lazy brows were stained with a smile, shallow but vivid in her eyes. In an instant, it seemed that even the surrounding environment became clear.
If she usually feels alienated when getting along with others, then she must be approachable at this moment.
Jiang Ke looked at her and said nothing.
Mo Qing saw the joke, but he wasn't angry, but his emotions were hidden deep, and no one knew what he was thinking.
"I'll treat you to breakfast." After finishing the meal, Mo Qing lifted up the bag containing the fried dough sticks and said, "Take one."
"That's so embarrassing."
Jiang Ke said as he took the bag in Mo Qing's hand.
There is no "sorry" feeling at all.
A few minutes later, the two of them were sitting on the steps blowing the river breeze, each holding a fried dough stick. The snakeskin bag and broken fire tongs were put aside, and the bag was swaying in the wind.
Mo Qing drank the last sip of soy milk, shook the paper cup, and asked, "Is there a madman living under the broken bridge?"
"Um."
"What are you doing approaching him?"
To be continued...