Chapter 416 Hundred Poisons Collection [34] He is always making the right choice
Stories like this are not uncommon.
Looking at that chapter of history, people like this are the epitome of the times, but because this was Mo Qing's personal experience and had a real connection with Mo Qing, Jiang Ke listened very seriously.
Jiang Ke leaned back on his chair: "His blindness is fake, but what about his lameness?"
"It's true," Mo Qing said. "When he came to the Imperial City, his legs were still fine. Later, when he was performing erhu on the street, in order to save a little girl, his legs were run over by a wheel. He suffered a comminuted fracture and was dragged along.
If it’s not treated, you’ll be lame.”
Mo Qing paused for a moment: "If I take action, it won't be impossible to cure him."
"You haven't been cured?"
In Jiang Ke's impression, Mo Qing had always been hard-spoken and soft-hearted, and would lend a helping hand when he saw like-minded people.
"No cure," Mo Qing shrugged lightly, "He refused."
"Why?"
"I feel like my life is worthless." Mo Qing was silent and continued with furrowed eyebrows, "Firstly, he is poor but ambitious and does not want to receive help in vain. He cannot afford the price; secondly, medical conditions are limited and recovery time after surgery is long.
, maybe he will get infected, and of course he can't afford to wait. He can still live with a lame leg, but he won't be able to survive without income."
Jiang Ke opened his mouth.
Using the thinking of this era, he took it for granted that Mo Qing could help him solve the problem of food and clothing.
Can--
When I think about it, I find it funny.
There are people like that all over the street, and there is no end to help.
One or two people still have energy, but behind one or two people, there is a street, a district, a city... When one or two people are looking at an era or a country, one or two people really can't help.
"What happened later, what does it have to do with your music score?" This matter was too heavy to talk about, so Jiang Ke decided to change the topic.
"Oh," Mo Qing just remembered this, "when he was just an apprentice, he started to create original songs by himself and wrote many songs. Half of the songs he usually performs are his original songs. I learned a little from him and made that song
song."
"Do you have a name?"
"No," Mo Qing shook his head, "I wrote it casually, but he also disliked it because it was too cheerful. But he also respected me and would perform a song from time to time."
Jiang Ke frowned: "Is it him who spread the tune?"
"Maybe." Mo Qing thought for a while, then shook his head, "It's also unlikely. He stayed in Taiping Street for half a year, and I didn't see him again for a while. When I went to inquire, I found out that he was dead.
"
"How did you die?"
"She was sick and hungry, and she died after a rain." Mo Qing said, "Do you remember the little girl she saved? She was blind and had no father or mother. I later found out that the little girl
She was beaten up by her relatives and kicked out. The cripple kept her and taught her to play the erhu. After learning that the cripple died, I went to inquire about the little girl's whereabouts, but there was no news."
Jiang Ke hit the nail on the head: "So "Spring in March" is about this little girl?"
"Huh?" Mo Qing was reminded by him and suddenly said, "It's possible."
Jiang Ke chuckled: "Go to bed first, we will know tomorrow."
Mo Qing nodded: "You should be earlier."
"Know."
After Mo Qing left, the study became quiet. The sound of snowflakes tapping on the glass window was neither light nor heavy, becoming a unique white noise at night. There were occasional cars passing by on the street, but they were far apart.
Jiang Ke finished copying the last part of the pattern.
The moment he put down his pen, Jiang Ke was just thinking about sorting out the New Year's shopping list when his head suddenly felt a sharp pain. He raised his hand to hold his forehead. The veins on the back of his hand popped out and his joints turned white. In an instant, a huge amount of sweat rolled down and fell into his collar.
Yes, my back was wet.
Fragmentary memories flashed through my mind——
A private car parked in front of a familiar gate. When Jingshi opened the back door, "Jiang Yan" who looked just like him stepped out.
Through the gate, one can also hear the intermittent erhu sound coming from the courtyard, which is hoarse and unpleasant.
Jiang Yan heard this and frowned: "Is she pulling again?"
"Yes." Jing Shi replied matter-of-factly, "That beggar is dead, and she was there all day long."
Jiang Yan asked: "Has she finished handling the matter in her hand?"
Jingshi said: "I don't know."
Jiang Yan frowned and opened the door.
The sound of the erhu suddenly stopped.
"You're back." Mo Qing in the yard was just sixteen or seventeen years old, with a childlike look on his face. The moment he saw Jiang Yan, Mo Qing's eyebrows were full of joy and expectation, covering up the sadness.
Jiang Yan was a little cold: "Has there been any progress in the matter you were asked to track?"
The joy in Mo Qing's eyes immediately disappeared and she replied: "Not yet."
"Throw away the erhu. Don't do such useless things in the future." Jiang Yan glanced at the erhu in Mo Qing's hand and softened his tone. "The situation is urgent now. You have to put the overall situation first."
"……Um."
Mo Qing lowered his eyes.
…
The screen changes.
The next morning, when Jiang Yan went out, he glanced at the broken erhu still in the corner, his expression slightly indifferent.
…
Memories that had never occurred before flooded into my mind.
Among the memories presented in the past, there is only the good side of Jiang Yan towards Mo.
Those things that were warm, joyful, harmonious, and so beautiful that when Jiang Ke watched them as a bystander, he always felt a lingering sense of inferiority—that was something he could not express to Mo.
Mo Qing said that she and Jiang Yan would quarrel, have cold wars, and have unpleasant experiences.
But Mo Qing always talked about it lightly.
Jiang Ke had never "witnessed it with his own eyes".
He didn't expect it to be like this...
It was impossible to judge Jiang Yan's fault. The overall situation required rationality, objectivity, and even inhumanity. But Mo Qing's expression from joy to disappointment lingered in Jiang Ke's mind.
a long time.
Jiang Ke slowly stood up.
…
He didn't turn on the light when he entered the bedroom. When Jiang Ke went to bed quietly, he still disturbed Mo Qing.
"So late?"
Mo Qing turned over, without opening his eyes, and his tone was still confused.
Jiang Ke hugged her gently, kissed her on the face, and whispered: "I want to ask you something."
"ask."
"Are you dissatisfied with Jiang Yan?"
After three seconds of silence, Mo Qing said, "Yes, but I forgot." She paused again, "I don't hold grudges against him."
Jiang Ke asked: "Why?"
After a long time, Mo Qing said: "He always makes the right choice."
Although many times, those correct choices require her to be a tool.
