Chapter 002 Number 909 [02] Give me a cigarette, borrow a fire
The sound of rain in the courtyard was chaotic and intertwined into a net in the sultry air, covering it airtight. There was a sense of suffocation in the villa.
Mo Qing walked around the bedroom, opened the floor-to-ceiling windows, and stepped onto the balcony with bare feet.
The ground was soaked by the rain, and the damp smell came with a dull feeling, blowing across the skin. It was not only wet and hot, but also left a sticky feeling.
Putting his hands on the railing, Mo Qing looked up and saw the dark clouds gathering in the sky, the villa area washed by heavy rain, the uniform buildings, and the man-made landscape.
Looking back, he saw a straight figure on the diagonal balcony, and his eyes paused.
"guest?"
She spoke in a neither gentle nor serious tone, which was quite penetrating in the dull and noisy rain.
Two eyes came over me.
It was a man with a straight and slender figure, wearing a white shirt and black trousers, simple but exquisite. He was holding a cigarette in his mouth, and white tobacco strands rose up, lingering around his eyebrows, buffering the sharpness of his gaze.
and indifference.
He is very young.
Not like the "father" or "younger brother" in the family.
She faced his scrutiny and size up calmly.
After a moment, the man's stern expression became a little more playful, leaning on the railing and looking at her with a deep look in his eyes.
He held the cigarette between his fingers, opened and pursed his thin lips, and asked lazily: "Mo Qing?"
"ah."
Mo Qing's eyes fell on his hands.
The slender fingers are like works of art, with clear joints and a slender hand shape. When holding a cigarette, the index finger touches it and the ash falls gently. The noble and indifferent posture is like a painting, and even the action of shaking the cigarette is eye-catching.
"Give me a cigarette." Mo Qing raised an eyebrow.
Lifting his eyelids, the man looked away and still said in a lazy manner: "Get it yourself."
The words drifted past with the sound of rain and fell to the ground melodiously.
At that moment, a white shadow flashed in the man's peripheral vision. Before his shock hit his heart, he saw the girl who had been on the balcony next door soaring across a distance of two or three meters.
A refreshing breeze blew in the air, accompanied by the light fragrance of the girl.
Mo Qing was squatting on the railing, less than half a meter away from him.
She narrowed her eyes and said, "Here we come."
His eyes paused on her for a moment, the man held a cigarette in his mouth, took out a cigarette from his pocket and threw it to her.
Mo Qing took it in his hand, jumped down from the railing, and stepped on the smooth ground with his bare feet. His body was as light as butterfly wings.
The man took a puff of cigarette and looked at her meaningfully: "Did your skills come from riding horses and herding sheep?"
"Right."
Mo Qing answered casually.
Time was tight, and the base only gave her one week to learn about the new society, so her knowledge was incomplete. In order to prevent her from revealing her secrets, they specially arranged for her to be given the identity of a "shepherd girl in a remote area."
The communication there is underdeveloped, the facilities are backward, and it is a key poverty alleviation area. The different customs, customs and landforms are incompatible with modern society.
Coming out of there, even if it seems "alternative", it is understandable.
The man looked at her.
The small suspenders are paired with hot pants and a long shirt, open and hanging on both sides. The figure is fully exposed, with a small waist and a delicate and fair skin. The long legs are well-proportioned and straight. There is a tattoo on the left ankle, which is shaped like a leaf.
Damn shepherd girl.
The man thought.
As soon as he stopped thinking, the man lowered his eyes slightly and saw the girl approaching.
She held a cigarette in her mouth, raised her eyes slightly, her slender eyelashes trembled, and shadows fell over her.
"Borrow a fire."
Biting the cigarette butt, she said casually, and then moved closer.
The two cigarettes were pressed together, and wisps of white smoke rose up. A faint firelight flickered, burning the cigarette paper and shredded tobacco.
The man didn't move, his eyes moved down to the side of her neck.
Her hair was slightly damp from the rain, and her black hair fell on her fair neck, lightly sticking to each other, strand by strand. Her long neck was slender, and the clear lines appeared hazy in the dim light. The pulse on the side of her neck was beating, one by one, vividly.
It's powerful, but also brings out a sense of vulnerability.
It breaks when pinched.
It breaks as soon as you bite it.
The blood that was flowing quietly suddenly became restless.
The smoke burned.
Mo Qing took a puff of cigarette, and the sprayed smoke came with the wind and circled his neck and cheeks.
When the smoke cleared, the darkness in his eyes seemed to be getting thicker.
"Knock knock knock."
There was a knock on the door.
Through the sound of rain and the distance, Ma Yang's voice came: "Mr. Jiang, the meal is ready. Madam, please come down and have a meal."
When the cigarette was about to burn out, the man took it off, glanced at Mo Qing, and answered Yang's mother.
Yang's mother then left and went next door.
At this time, Mo Qing turned over and jumped onto the railing. Before starting, he suddenly turned his head and asked the man: "Which river?"
"The country remains the same."
Looking at her with a serious look, the man's voice was calm and calm, without any disturbance.
"oh."
Mo Qing turned around and jumped to the balcony next door.
The long hair spreads out in the air, soaked in some rainwater, but does not add any charm. It is like a wild fox in the dark night, spreading its fangs and claws, unruly and unscrupulous.
When she landed, she stood still and turned around to see that the balcony was empty and there was no man in sight.
Mo Qing curved his lower lip with a meaningful expression.
coincide?
Reincarnation?
They look really alike.
The new world a hundred years from now is really interesting.
*
As expected, Mo Qing met the man at the dinner table.
The man sits at the head of the table, his aura is calm and authoritative.
He raised his eyelids, glanced at Mo Qing, and looked away slightly, as if he had never seen him before.
Mrs. Mo was still frightened by Mo Qing's threat, and now her calves were trembling when she saw Mo Qing. However, after taking a look at the two people at the dining table, she gained some confidence.
"This is your distant uncle, Jiang Ke." Mrs. Mo introduced the man first, and then pointed to a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy next to her, "Your brother, Mo Sui'an."
"Oh, my name is Mo Qing."
Mo Qing walked over slowly, pulled out a chair and sat down, raising his hands and feet as if he were the master.
"Where's your upbringing?" Mo Sui'an frowned slightly, his gaze piercing towards Mo Qing like a sharp sword.
Although he is young, his aura has its own style, with pride and indifference in his eyes. His aura is actually stronger than that of Mrs. Mo, the head mother of the house.
Mo Qing responded: "No."
"..."
"I herded sheep at the age of three, raised a family at the age of seven, was sold at the age of thirteen, and joined a pyramid scheme at the age of fifteen." Mo Qing said, "I don't understand the upbringing you are talking about."
Mrs. Mo: "..." Lying.
Mo Sui'an: "..." That's nonsense.
Finally, Jiang Ke raised his eyelids and looked lazily at Mo Qing: "If you don't understand, just learn."
"I am only poor at learning." Mo Qing answered with ease.
Jiang Ke didn't hesitate: "Since it's a congenital defect, let's eat first." After saying that, he glanced at Mo Qing slowly and asked kindly, "Can you eat?"
These words are not very harmful, but very humiliating.
Mo Qing: "..."
If it wasn't for his face, she would have taken action by now.
Jiang Ke slowly unbuttoned the luxurious and exquisite cufflinks.
Mrs. Mo and Mo Sui'an obviously respected him. Since he spoke out, they have not found trouble with Mo Qing. Moreover, they did not move their chopsticks until Jiang Ke rolled up his sleeves and took them.
Mo Qing put the food into the bowl and glanced sideways at the three of them, feeling that the atmosphere was very strange.
——Jiang Kexiangke.
——And he is an honored guest.
…
At the end of the meal, Mrs. Mo suddenly thought of something and spoke to Mo Qing: "School will start in two days. The family has made two arrangements for you. One is to start studying from the first year of high school. You try to get a second degree.
"The second is to go directly to the third year of high school. After the college entrance examination next year, you will be put into a junior college."
"Huos has made arrangements and will go directly to the third year of high school." Mo Qing said.
Mrs. Mo was slightly startled, thinking that the country still gave such treatment to abducted and trafficked children, and she was a little surprised.
After a pause, she asked: "Which school?"
"The First High School Affiliated."
Mrs. Mo: "..." I believe you are a ghost.
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