Chapter 320 Number 012 [28] Do you always have so many people in your heart?
"Speaking of business."
Mo Qing sat back again.
And, he picked up the fruit plate on the coffee table and continued eating.
There was another thunder outside the window.
Jiang Ke slowly said: "The ancestors of the Li family had a simple status and had been farming for generations. Thirty or forty years ago, the descendants of the Li family went out to work. With the help of noble people, their careers went smoothly."
"What does it have to do with the cemetery on the mountain?"
"The identity of this noble man is unknown, but his surname is Jing."
"..."
Mo Qing thought of Jing Shi.
Jiang Ke continued: "It was the Jiang family that invested in the Li family. Up to now, the two families have business contacts."
Mo Qing swallowed the honeydew in his mouth and analyzed: "So, after the Li family became prosperous, they came back to take care of the cemetery. Maybe it was the Jiang family or Jing Shi who gave instructions?"
"Most likely."
Mo Qing thought for a while and said: "Although Jing Shi is a boring wood, he values love and justice, so it is normal to do such a thing."
Jiang Ke asked: "Why is it here?"
There were so many wars, big and small, why was it not Liang Xunshan?
"Jiang Yan was not involved in this matter. It's normal that you have no memory." Mo Qing raised his hand and pushed his hair behind his ear.
"Um?"
Mo Qing put the fruit plate down and looked up at the night sky outside the window.
She said: "Let me tell you about the three-day and three-night war on Liangxun Mountain."
She got up and walked to the window.
The window faces the foot of the mountain, and the light is dim at night, leaving only the outline of the entire scene.
The sound of rain echoed in the mountains.
But Mo Qing could clearly see the river in the distance and heard the sound of rushing water.
She asked Jiang Ke: "Have you seen that river?"
"I heard from the villagers that it's called Yuncang River."
"Really?" Mo Qing tilted her head. Under the light, her eyebrows were delicate and soft, "At that time, it was still called Tianyonghe."
It was the end of the war that year and the situation was stable.
Mo Qing and Jing Shi had to go to the Imperial City for business and left the Fourth Army where Jiang Yan was.
On the way, Mo Qing and Jing Shi passed through the war zone and happened to encounter friendly troops fighting against the enemy, so they helped.
After capturing the enemy troops, Mo Qing and Jing Cai discovered that they were a patchwork regiment that they had reorganized after being broken up. They were in short supply of supplies and equipment, and it was winter again, so everyone was freezing.
Even the communication equipment is broken.
Mo Qing and Jiang Ke understood the war situation at that time and suggested that they join the Second Army near the Imperial City.
They said yes, and Mo Qing and Chi Shi left with them.
"They are all very young. On average, they are probably no more than eighteen years old." Mo Qing softened his tone, "On the battlefield, they are all incredibly brave, but in life, each one is more mature and sensible than the other."
Mo Qing tilted his head and thought for a while, then suddenly smiled: "Compared with today's students, they are like two different creatures."
Jiang Ke was noncommittal.
Although Mo Qing takes things as they come, most of the time, he does not comment on this era.
But sometimes, she reveals a little bit of her emotions.
Either dissatisfied, pleased, or thankful...
After all, she may have been full of illusions about today's era. When she actually witnessed it, this imperfect era would occasionally make her feel disappointed.
Mo Qing continued:
"We follow Jiang Yanshi, and the supplies are always available, but not every team is so lucky."
"On the way, Commander Jingshi and I robbed the enemy several times. They rarely got meat and cooked a pot. I don't know who put the salt in it. It was very salty, but they ate happily and laughed like children.
."
"The war is coming to an end, and they are looking forward to that day every day. Some want to go back to study, some want to reunite their families, some want to learn singing, some want to be a doctor..."
"That was the first time I discovered that it was a blessing to learn so many skills other than killing."
Mo Qing leaned against the window, listening to the sound of rushing water in the distance.
Her eyes half-closed: "Because I can teach them."
Jiang Ke looked at her quietly.
It seemed conceivable that there were a group of young men in ragged clothes, with sallow faces and thin skin, looking at Mo Qing with innocent and knowledge-seeking eyes, eagerly waiting for her to impart knowledge.
Mo Qing said: "But the journey is not long, and I can't teach much."
The air is heavy, too heavy.
Jiang Ke wanted to say something, so he spoke: "What did you teach?"
"I have a taste for everything from reading, writing, playing music and singing." Mo Qing paused, "My dream is to be a fully blossomed artist. In fact, in such a society, you can meet anyone. Today, a person
If you meet the best actor in the world, you can learn his voice; tomorrow if you meet a highly respected folk artist, you can learn a tune or two... In fact, they are just ordinary people in exile."
Jiang Ke asked: "Nowadays, classes are clearly divided, and these people are rare to see. Are you disappointed?"
Mo Qing was silent for a moment and asked: "The country is peaceful and the people are safe, what is there to lose?"
Jiang Ke paused and continued: "What happened next? Did you arrive at Liangxun Mountain?"
"right."
Mo Qing nodded and continued.
They traveled all the way through mountains and rivers, staying up late and marching, and finally arrived at Liangxun Mountain.
They were going to join the main force at Liangxun Mountain. Mo Qing and Jingshi were going to the Imperial City, so they had to be separated from them.
On the first day after separation, a large number of enemy troops suddenly appeared near Liangxun Mountain. They burned, killed, and looted in the surrounding villages, committing all kinds of evil.
It turned out that the enemy adopted roundabout tactics and wanted to sneak attack on the large army in a detour.
Coincidentally, the regiment near Liangxun Mountain encountered the enemy.
It was a three-day battle.
I don’t know how those teenagers fought.
After they learned about the enemy's strategic intentions, they asked the messengers to find the large troops and at the same time decided on their own to delay the enemy.
The number of enemies is dozens of times theirs.
However, they adopted a guerrilla warfare approach, releasing all kinds of false information to confuse the enemy, and held the enemy alive for three days.
When a large army arrived to rescue them, no one among them survived.
No one remembers their names.
No one knows where they came from.
They are stragglers, a patchwork team with no clear registration, like ghosts.
Mo Qing and Jing Shi, who learned about the battle much later, went to the Second Army to explain the situation and later formed an independent regiment for them. However, because their identity information could not be found, nothing was left behind.
"They were buried on the mountain." Mo Qing breathed a sigh of relief, closed the window, and said calmly, "The mass graves that are being reported now probably refer to the place where they were buried."
Jiang Ke asked: "Do you still remember?"
"I'm a little impressed." Mo Qing came over.
She sat down and said, "Actually, I wouldn't be surprised if Jing Shi really did this. Although they only got along for about ten days, Jing Shi had a good relationship with them. When he learned that they all died, he drank all night.
."
Having said this, Mo Qing fell back and her slightly wet hair spilled on the sofa.
"He said that the world shouldn't be like this," Mo Qing looked up at the ceiling, with light dancing in her eyes. "At that age, they should be studying hard in school, instead of racing against time when taking guns to kill the enemy.
Learn a few words; you should be naughty and have your parents worry about you, instead of having a broken family and even not remembering where your home is; you should have the most basic guarantee of food and drink, instead of trekking in the mountains in rags in the middle of winter.
In the middle of the night, I was so hungry that I cried in my dreams.”
Mo Qing's tone was very calm.
There seemed to be no ripples.
But Jiang Ke could still hear her repression and restraint.
Without much thought, he put his palm on the back of Mo Qing's hand and said, "I have everything now."
Mo Qing moved his fingers, but didn't pull them out.
She tilted her head and saw Jiang Ke's face in her eyes.
She frowned slightly and said quietly: "But they are not here anymore."
Jiang Ke asked: "Have you always had so many people in your heart?"
Mo Qing was stunned.
She looked at Jiang Ke for a long time, and her expression suddenly became more relaxed: "You are not Jiang Yan, so you have no sense of empathy, which is good."
Jiang Ke frowned.
"I'm serious." Mo Qing laughed softly, with a relieved tone, "I don't want him to come back at all now."
"Why?"
Mo Qing paused and said, "Because he has more people in his heart."
Jiang Ke pursed his lips slightly.
For some reason, my heart throbbed.
The indescribable feeling of depression made him choke, and he paused for a few seconds before he could react.
At this time, Mo Qing seemed to hear something. He took out his hand and frowned: "It seems that there is a new guest in the manor."
