Chapter 303 Number 012 [11] Mo Qing: At least no one sees you picking up trash by the river
Shan Yingying was full of hostility towards Jiang Ke.
Jiang Ke didn't answer and paid the bill neatly. A call happened to come, so he walked away to answer it.
Shan Yingying stretched her neck towards Mo Qing and whispered: "Mo Qing, is that your boyfriend?"
Mo Qing glanced at Jiang Ke's back and did not deny it.
Shan Yingying was well-informed and knew that Mo Qing had a boyfriend who was also an online ride-hailing driver.
She also saw profile photos.
He's quite handsome, but he's not very professional, and he looked so fussy just now, which really makes him unfavorable.
"How older is he than you? How do you know each other?" Shan Yingying continued to ask.
Mo Qing thought for a moment: "I lived in his house during my senior year of high school."
!
Shan Yingying was startled, her hands shook, and she almost blew away the small piece of yogurt.
Forget it about online ride-hailing drivers!
Or a pervert?!
Was Mo Qing being targeted by him when he stayed at his house?
After wandering in her thoughts for a long time, Shan Yingying finally stabilized her mind and continued to stir the yogurt.
After a moment, Shan Yingying asked casually: "When you find a partner, do you care about appearance?"
Mo Qing appraised and said, "It's okay."
She hadn't considered this.
Shan Yingying breathed a sigh of relief and rolled her eyes slightly: "This weekend, our club has a party, do you want to come with it? There are several seniors in our club who are good-looking, can take care of others, and their family background is not bad..."
Shan Yingying hinted too obviously.
Mo Qing finally understood.
This girl doesn't like Jiang Ke and wants to introduce someone to her.
She glanced at Jiang Ke's location out of the corner of her eye, feeling funny for no reason.
——Let him pretend everywhere.
——No one looks up to him.
Just when Mo Qing was about to refuse, Shan Yingying continued: "We are going to Liangxun Mountain. There is a mass grave there. It is said that it was left over from the war a hundred years ago. Now there is a mass grave."
"Okay." Mo Qing suddenly changed his mind and asked immediately, "What kind of club are you?"
"We are called the Modern History Research Society. In name we study modern history, but in fact we study one person."
"Who?"
"We don't know his real name, but he has a pseudonym called Mo Yi."
Mo Qing: "..."
Good guy.
Come again.
Shan Yingying said with enthusiasm: "Did you know that this Mo Yi single-handedly created the blackboard wall custom in our college, making countless teachers and students obsessed with academics, and later formed the blackboard wall custom?"
"...Really?" Mo Qing answered without changing his expression.
"But his identity is a mystery. He only has a name and never shows up." Shan Yingying said, "I don't know which alumnus discovered it. He is reflected in many legends in our school. In addition to the blackboard wall tradition, there are also
There is a suona tradition. Our college has a mechanical club that wins awards every year, and it seems he founded it."
Shan Yingying chuckled: "Oh, you can always find books with his annotations in the library. I heard from seniors and sisters that the books he wrote have the highest borrowing rate among teachers and students in our medical school."
Mo Qing: "..." Why hasn't Jiang Ke finished the call yet?
Shan Yingying kept talking.
Mo Qing's scalp was numb with embarrassment.
Finally, when the fried yogurt was ready, Jiang Ke finally came back.
Shan Yingying stopped talking.
Mo Qing breathed a sigh of relief.
Jiang Ke took a look at Ming Mo Qing's strange behavior, turned slightly to the side, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"
Mo Qing paused slightly and said, "It's a small matter."
It's really not a big deal.
It was a prank that happened a hundred years ago, and it was all dug up and interpreted in depth.
Faced with his youthful and frivolous nature, Mo Zuzong Qing expressed that he felt a little uncomfortable.
"Mo Qing, give it."
Shan Yingying handed over the packaged fried yogurt.
It's two portions.
Mo Qing didn't answer, but glanced at it: "Two copies."
"I know." Shan Yingying forced the fried yogurt into Mo Qing's hand, "I told you, I'll treat you to your share."
After saying that, Shan Yingying looked at Jiang Ke provocatively.
Jiang Ke: "..."
Mo Qing thought for a moment and accepted Shan Yingying's kindness.
*
When leaving with Mo Qing, Jiang Ke was puzzled by his hostility towards Shan Yingying.
Jiang Ke frowned slightly: "You told your friends bad things about me?"
Mo Qingyi spoke righteously: "I don't speak ill of people behind their backs."
"..."
After taking a bite of the fried yogurt, Mo Qing clarified: "Obviously, she thinks you are picky."
Who Jiang Ke was, he immediately understood: "...she might think I'm a driver."
Mo Qing nodded: "She does know about this."
Jiang Ke: "..."
"You don't have to feel inferior," Mo Qing said kindly. "At least, I am the only one who remembers you living on the street."
"...Thank you for the comfort." Jiang Ke gently grinded his teeth.
"You're welcome."
Mo Qing raised his eyebrows with a smile and climbed up along the pole.
Jiang Ke was a little unhappy, but she smiled and was stunned for a moment, and the emotion immediately dissipated.
Someone set up a stall nearby to set up a trap, and a circle of people gathered around it. The young man who was shooting had a very high hit rate, and there were bursts of cheers from all around. The street became more and more noisy.
Lively and peaceful night.
Even the evening breeze carries human fireworks.
Mo Qing was addicted to eating fried yogurt, and her fingers were hooked between the two bags, which was quite inconvenient. Jiang Ke raised his hand and took the bags away from her hand.
Mo Qing looked at him sideways.
"I'll eat you raw." Jiang Ke said, then the topic changed, "What happened next, what trivial matters were you talking about?"
"They established a society specifically to find out what I did a hundred years ago." Mo Qing raised her hand and tucked her left hair behind her ear, revealing her exquisite white left ear.
She said casually: "I heard that the gangsters inside the school are almost done, and now they are starting to work outside the school."
"What's the matter?"
"It's a trivial matter," Mo Qing said casually, "It doesn't matter."
Little things.
Jiang Ke was a little surprised.
Most of the things Jiang Ke came into contact with that were related to Mo Qing were major events.
What can be called a trivial matter is probably Mo Qing's taste and Mo Qing's suona.
He knew nothing about Mo Qing's daily life before.
"What's wrong?"
Seeing that Jiang Ke remained silent, Mo Qing asked suspiciously.
Jiang Ke came back to his senses, raised his eyelashes, and scanned the street: "Have you been on this street before?"
"Um."
"Familiar?"
"It's quite familiar." Mo Qing looked around and pointed at a house in front of him, "This house had a poor scholar living there at that time."
Jiang Ke waited for her to continue.
Mo Qing ate a piece of fried yogurt before speaking again: "Before coming here, he was a member of a long-standing family. He loved to pretend to be a beggar on the street. When it got dark, he would go home in a sedan chair."
Jiang Ke: "..." He felt that Mo Qing was sarcastic.
Mo Qing said: "After the war, his parents died, and he lived abroad for several years. As a result, his family property was defrauded by relatives. In the end, this house was all that was left."
"Then what?"
"After moving in, he found his old connections and became a teacher at Imperial University." Mo Qing shook his head, "I heard that he used to be extremely extravagant, but when I met him, he would try to cheat me out of an egg.
"
Jiang Ke was startled: "Liar?"
"Yes. He bought a hen and raised it like his ancestor. He took it out for a walk every day. Every time he passed by my door and saw someone in my house, he would throw the chicken over the wall and then knock on the door.
I'm lying. I said that his hens laid eggs in my yard and I have to pay compensation."
Jiang Ke found it funny.
It was indeed a lie.
"Do you think I compensated?" Mo Qing had a hint of joking in his eyes.
"Did you pay?" Jiang Ke asked.
"If you pay, I'll give you two at once." Mo Qing curled his lips, "He has a skill, which is to imitate other people's handwriting. It's a great skill. We urgently need this kind of talent, so we just used a hundred eggs and gave him
Received."
Jiang Ke: "..."
"There is also this family," Mo Qing pointed to the house opposite the poor scholar. "There lives a powerful old woman who can fight the whole street by herself. The child who lived next door to me at that time pushed her grandson and she was guarding the door.
I scolded him for three whole days."
Mo Qing said "tsk": "She only came here during dinner to scold me, and then left after scolding me for half an hour. I had a good meal, but she had no appetite at all."
Jiang Ke asked: "You didn't care?"
Mo Qing had a righteous look on his face: "What the hell, we're all squatting outside the door watching the show."
After a pause, Mo Qing said again: "It's useless to care. With her fighting power, she can clean up the whole street. It's not like no one tried to persuade her and scolded each one, but she made them all cry."
Jiang Ke stared at her silently for a while: "I can't tell."
Mo Qing was confused: "What can't you see?"
"You." Jiang Ke smiled softly, "You don't look like someone who likes to join in the fun."
"Really?" Mo Qing glanced at him and then shrugged, "You have never seen that scene. When she was verbally quarreling with women and children in the street, it was much more exciting than the movies at that time."
The lights were dim and hazy.
Mo Qing's body was covered with a layer of fur. She raised her eyebrows and smiled slightly, her eyes filled with light.
At that moment, Jiang Ke seemed to see time go back and the street scene changed.
The younger Mo Qing was sitting on the steps at the door with his rice bowl. Jing Shi and Peng Qing were sitting on the left and right. The three of them looked at the cursing old woman with shock and admiration on their faces.
Peng Qiao said: "Qingqing, do we still care?"
Mo Qing asked, "Can I control it?"
Peng Qiao nodded and said regretfully: "Yes, you were a little slow when you passed by her door last time. She was irritating you for a long time, but you didn't say a word."
"...I didn't understand that she was yin and yang me."
Peng Qing looked surprised.
Jing Shi suddenly nodded and said, "Well, Mo Qing just came here and there are some dialects that he doesn't understand."
"Ah!" Peng Qiao geared up, "Qingqing, I have a great talent for languages. Do you want me to teach you?"
"..."
Mo Qing didn't say anything, she took the bowl in Jing Shi's hand.
Then, she said to Jing Shi, "Just beat him up."
Seeing that something was not going well, Peng Qiao ran away with his bowl in his hands, but was caught by Jing Shi.
The setting sun was setting at the door. Mo Qing was holding two bowls and raised his head with a smile in his eyes.
At the same time, the figure who had been standing under the locust tree for a long time walked out of the shadow of the tree and walked towards Mo Qing.
