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Chapter 323 Number 012 [31] Those who are still alive, still remember

Mo Qing and Jiang Ke chatted first and finished the meal.

Inadvertently, I was a little full after eating.

Jiang Ke poured her a glass of water: "What are your plans for tomorrow?"

"Go and have a look at the mountains."

Nodding slightly, Jiang Ke said, "Call me."

"Do you want to come together?"

"Um."

"OK."

Mo Qing just thought Jiang Ke wanted to find the Jiuyun fragments and didn't pay much attention.

After Jiang Ke returned to the room, Mo Qing washed himself and fell asleep soon after.

Soon I fell asleep.

In the chaotic world, distant bells floated, and young and fresh faces emerged clearly, passing through my mind one by one.

"goodbye."

"Let's go."

"Mo Qing——"



Mo Qing woke up suddenly.

She opened her eyes.

It was dark inside and silent outside.

The rain stopped.

He raised his hand and wiped his forehead. It was wet and covered with sweat.

Mo Qing sat up, looked out the window, and took a long breath.

"Ding dong."

The phone beeped and the screen lit up.

Mo Qing came back to her senses, looked down and found that it was a useless promotion message. She frowned and uninstalled the software directly.

It's four o'clock in the morning.

No sleepiness at all.

Mo Qing simply lifted off the quilt, put on her clothes, shoes and socks, and packed her backpack in the dark.

*

It was too early, so Mo Qing jumped out of the window, climbed over the wall, and left the manor without notifying Jiang Ke.

She walked along the road up the mountain.

"Mo Qing."

Following a cool voice, the beam of the flashlight came over.

Mo Qing turned around.

The light was dazzling, and Mo Qing squinted his eyes slightly.

Soon, the flashlight light moved to the side. Mo Qing half-opened his eyes and saw someone standing ten meters away.

The outline of his figure is very similar to Jiang Ke.

Mo Qing stopped.

Jiang Ke walked up to her. His tone was slightly cold: "Why didn't you call me?"

He was obviously unhappy.

"It's too early, I'm afraid you didn't wake up." Mo Qing said frankly, "My voice was very soft, how did you wake up?"

"Wake up early."

Jiang Ke paused for a moment.

Then, he asked: "Why so early?"

"I woke up early too."

Mo Qing said.

Not only did she wake up early, she was also restless.

Those memories that had been deliberately forgotten gradually resurfaced due to this trip to Liangxun Mountain.

Tens of thousands of sacrifices.

Mountains and rivers flowing with blood.

There are also people who are trapped forever because of all this and cannot get out.

They are all gone.

But those who have experienced it and are still alive still remember it.

"Do you know the specific location?" Jiang Ke followed Mo Qing and asked suddenly.

"I know the general direction." Mo Qing raised his hand and pointed to the southwest, "You may have to walk a long way, are you okay?"

If the person around him was Chi Shi, Mo Qing would definitely not ask the latter question.

but--

This person is Jiang Ke.

Jiang Ke's temperament and body are somewhat associated with the stereotype of "spoiled and pampered".

"..."

Jiang Ke glanced at her wordlessly, ignored her at all, and walked directly to the southwest.

Mo Qing looked at Jiang Ke's indifferent back and shrugged.

Just asking.

As for being so petty?



It was a cold morning in late autumn, and not long after we walked, fog began to appear in the forest.

At first it was just a thin layer of gauze, but gradually, the fog became thicker and thicker, the clouds and mountains were shrouded in mist, visibility became lower and lower, and the flashlight was ineffective lighting.

"Why don't we rest first-"

Mo Qing, who was leading the way, turned back as he spoke and paused when he saw Jiang Ke.

Jiang Ke was wearing thin clothes. Apart from the color-blocked long sleeves inside, he only wore a long autumn coat, which was quite thin.

It had rained at night, and the mountain was very humid. At this moment, Jiang Ke's hair, jacket, trousers, and hiking shoes were all wet. His clothes were dark and light, and his black hair was stuck to the back of his neck.

A little embarrassed.

In fact, Mo Qing was not much better than him.

However, Mo Qing's physical fitness is different from Jiang Ke's.

Mo Qing thought of the scene where Shan Yingying, who was wearing thick clothes, was still shivering from the cold yesterday, so she asked: "Are you cold?"

"I've been walking for a long time and it's not cold."

Jiang Ke told the truth.

However, Mo Qing didn't believe it. He looked at Jiang Ke suspiciously and was caught off guard, grabbing Jiang Ke's hand.

Her strength has always been neither light nor heavy.

Jiang Ke, who was unprepared, was pulled by her and suddenly took half a step forward.

Jiang Ke was startled at first, then lowered his eyes, Mo Qing's face reflected in his pupils.

His Adam's apple rolled.

"It's not cold."

Feeling the dry and warm hands, Mo Qing felt slightly uncomfortable, but pretended to be calm and gave the answer.

Jiang Ke smiled.

He stared at Mo Qing, meaningfully, as if he saw something else.

Mo Qing let go of Jiang Ke's hand, looked around, and said calmly: "The fog is getting thicker and thicker, and I can't leave. Let's find a place to make a fire and dry our clothes."

Jiang Ke reminded: "You can't light a fire on the mountain."

"..."

Mo Qing turned to look at him.

There was a bit of impatience in her eyes.

Meaning: How come there are so many broken rules?

"... Just order it."

In the end, Jiang Ke chose to compromise.

If she wants to light a fire, she can.

In the mountains where it has just rained... it is not certain whether you can find dry wood.

Then, Jiang Ke saw Mo Qing, who had improved his wild survival skills, easily found an abandoned dry bird's nest, and found a bunch of twigs and semi-wet wood from somewhere...

"lighter."

Mo Qing waved to Jiang Ke.

Jiang Ke touched his trouser pocket, took out the lighter, and threw it directly to Mo Qing.

Mo Qing raised his hand to fish it out, and within half a minute, a small bonfire was set up.

Jiang Ke: "..."

I forget that Mo Qing, who came out of that era, must be the most skilled at this kind of work.


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