Chapter 146 A hundred years ago [03] Adapting the story of Jiang Yan and Mo Qing
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?"
"I don't know." Jiang Ke tilted his head slightly and looked at the profile of Mo Qing's face. "I came to Qingqiao Town the day before yesterday and met him by the river. After he saw me, he called me 'Mr. Jiang'."
After shaking the paper cup for a moment, Mo Qing's expression seemed to have a different color, but it passed by in a flash and was difficult to capture.
"oh."
With a simple response, Mo Qing threw the paper cup into the garbage bag.
"You..." Jiang Ke paused for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "Has he been to Qingqiao Town?"
Mo Qing tilted his head, met Jiang Ke's gaze, and said simply: "We have all been here."
She is very magnanimous.
After finishing speaking, she thought Jiang Ke would ask, but what she heard was unexpected.
Jiang Ke suddenly looked towards the river and changed the subject: "Are you here because something unexpected happened to the crew?"
After being startled for a moment, Mo Qing responded: "Yeah."
Jiang Ke asked: "Do you know anything about the movies they made?"
"Not interested."
Mo Qing was in low spirits.
"The movie is called "Winter Cicada". It is said that the story is adapted from a legend a hundred years ago." Jiang Ke said slowly.
Mo Qing took a bite of the fried dough sticks.
She waited boredly for Jiang Ke to continue.
Jiang Ke stared at her for a while and continued: "After a battle, an officer and a girl fled here. The officer was seriously injured and died soon. It was a winter, coupled with war and famine, the town
Everyone is in danger. The girl stole food and medicine to keep the officer alive, and was finally besieged by the villagers..."
Mo Qing stopped listening and interrupted him: "Who is the screenwriter?"
Jiang Ke didn't answer and asked instead: "Is this the story between you and him?"
"..."
There was no answer to Jiang Ke's question.
Mo Qing was silent, finishing the fried dough sticks slowly, and then stood up.
Mo Qing glanced at him and said quietly: "Let's talk next time."
Jiang Ke didn't speak. He looked at the calm river and the mountains on the other side, with emotions rolling in his eyes.
Mo Qing left.
Mo Qing didn't look back until he was far away.
*
When we returned to the hotel, it was almost nine o'clock.
Goblin and Song Yiyuan were chatting at the door.
Suddenly, they were both a little surprised when they saw Mo Qing walking down the street.
Song Yiyuan asked: "Where have you been?"
Goblin said: "I thought you had been sleeping in your room."
"Walking around the town." Mo Qing clapped his hands, noticed the dilapidated car parked on the roadside, and glanced around, "Where's the driver?"
"The driver was very frightened last night and probably had a nightmare. He came over this morning and gave us the car keys so that we could do whatever we wanted." Song Yiyuan explained.
Mo Qing nodded: "Clean up and go to the crew."
"I'll contact Xiao Wu from the crew." Goblin took out his mobile phone and said, "Xiao Wu said that the crew has arranged work for us, and we can move freely in the crew, which will make the investigation easier."
"Um."
Mo Qing had no objection.
Originally, I was going to stay on the set to investigate.
After listening to Jiang Ke's story just now, Mo Qing felt that maybe he could learn more about it.
The three of them moved very quickly, and soon they packed up their things and got into the car together.
Mo Qing didn't have a driver's license, so naturally he sat in the back.
Song Yiyuan drove and sat in front with Goblin.
There are traces of Mo Qing's "violence" last night on the car door.
"It's hard to close this door." Song Yiyuan clicked twice before closing the door. He turned to the two of them and said, "The hotel doesn't provide breakfast. Can we buy something to eat on the way?"
"Of course." Goblin was already hungry.
"Um."
Mo Qing gave Jiang Ke a fried dough stick, but he wasn't full yet.
Can--
The dilapidated car drove unsteadily for two minutes and then stopped on the side of the road, smoking.
Song Yiyuan: "..."
Goblin: "..."
Mo Qing: "..."
"I forgot to read the almanac this time." Goblin felt a chill running down his spine, and raised his hand to rub his handsome face, "I always have an ominous premonition."
Song Yiyuan put his hands on the steering wheel, dumbfounded: "Does this need a premonition?"
Goblin: "..." Same.
Song Yiyuan turned his head and said to Mo Qing meaningfully: "God is punishing you for being disrespectful to the teacher."
"..."
Mo Qing didn't bother to pay attention to him, opened the car door and walked out.
Immediately afterwards, under the surprised gazes of Song Yiyuan and Goblin, Mo Qing opened the front cover of the car, and then started fussing with it.
Within two minutes, Mo Qing closed the hood of the car and raised an eyebrow with Song Yiyuan.
She said: "Try it."
Song Yiyuan started the engine doubtfully, and the car was really repaired.
Raising his eyebrows in surprise, Song Yiyuan put his elbow on the window edge, stuck his head out, and praised Mo Qing: "Okay, you."
"I am an intellectual who received higher education a hundred years ago." Mo Qing boasted and got into the car. He opened the door and gave a brief instruction, "Drive."
Song Yiyuan drove the car forward and wondered: "Didn't you say you haven't read for a few days?"
Mo Qing said leisurely: "This does not affect my knowledge."
Song Yiyuan: "..."
Just pretend!
He just repairs a car, and he is just a skilled worker at best.
Mo Qing seemed to have guessed what Song Yiyuan was saying, and added slowly: "It won't affect my ranking first in the city exam, and I will get 400 points in the assessment."
"..."
Song Yiyuan immediately sat upright.
Goblin also dared not speak.
Yes.
No matter how excellent their resumes were, they were still nothing but scum when it came to Mo Qing.
People may genetically despise you.
What are they fighting over?
…
The three of them found a breakfast shop along the street and ordered some food. When it was their turn to pay, the three of them looked at each other. In the end, Mo Qing paid.
Goblin got into the car with breakfast and looked at Song Yiyuan with disdain: "Brother, you are a dignified former high school teacher and former medical captain, don't you have no money?"
"No money." Song Yiyuan was angry when he said it. "The last time I worked for him, I destroyed a cultural relic. Huos took away my last bit of savings and owed him a sum of money. He is a cannibal.
I never spit out bones."
After Song Yiyuan finished speaking, he looked at Goblin and asked doubtfully: "What about you? At any rate, you were the director of a department before, and you also had a canteen."
"For a section leader with no performance, his monthly salary is only 2,000 yuan. My rent is already 800 yuan." Goblin said with worry, "The canteen is still losing money."
Song Yiyuan and Goblin suddenly thought of something, looked at each other, and looked at Mo Qing hopefully.
Mo Qing directly pulled up the bank balance and showed it to them.
"Didn't Huos give you endless living expenses?" Song Yiyuan was shocked when he saw the balance.
"I just found out," Mo Qing said, "Huos found out what Wen Banling and I did, and deducted all the balance in my card. He said he would wait until I went back to write a review."
"I knew that Hoss was not a good person." Goblin patted the central armrest with emotion, and then spared no effort to support the fire, "My minister, aren't you angry? A captain has bullied you!"
Song Yiyuan also echoed: "This can't be tolerated!"
Goblin continued: "Yes. Minister, think about your status and dignity!"
Mo Qing was not angry at all when they repeatedly criticized her. He leisurely picked up a bag of steamed buns, leaned back and folded his legs: "I'm still within the inspection period."
Goblin: "..."
Song Yiyuan: "..."
All right.
Hoss holds the power of life and death for Mo Qing.
So, the three paupers finished their breakfast in silence, drove a dilapidated car, and wandered towards the destination of this trip - the filming location of "Cicada in Winter".
