Chapter 417 Collection of Hundred Poisons [35] So many questions, no more answers
The next day, when Mo Qing woke up, Jiang Ke was gone.
She changed her clothes and went downstairs. After searching around, Jiang Ke was nowhere to be seen, but there was breakfast on the table, which was still warm.
Where are people?
Could it be that he didn’t want to watch a movie with her and ran away before she woke up?
It should...not be.
Muttering in her heart, Mo Qing sat down to eat breakfast. Halfway through the meal, she heard a movement on the other side of the door. She turned her head and looked out through the floor-to-ceiling glass in the living room, and saw Jiang Ke's figure.
The field of vision is limited, and the river passes by in a flash.
Mo Qing supported his meal with one hand and continued eating breakfast, but glanced at the entrance hall from the corner of his eye.
——It was so early in the morning, where was he?
"Crunch——"
The door was pushed open, and Jiang Ke led Feng Xue into the entrance hall, holding a bag in his hand.
"What are you doing so early in the morning?" Mo Qing asked, taking a sip of porridge.
Jiang Ke changed his shoes and walked into the living room: "Get the erhu."
Only then did Mo Qing see clearly that Jiang Ke was holding a long piano bag.
Mo Qing was startled: "Erhu?"
She just mentioned the erhu to Jiang Ke last night, and Jiang Ke went to get an erhu this morning. Isn’t it too coincidental?
Jiang Ke said: "Peng Zhong's mother is an artist and likes to collect musical instruments. I told her in the morning that I wanted an erhu, so she asked Peng Zhong to send it."
"He's quite nice..." Mo Qing clicked his tongue and realized, "Did you ask for the erhu for me?"
"Um."
Jiang Ke put the piano bag on the dining table.
Mo Qing didn't eat breakfast either. She put down the porridge bowl, stood up and opened her musical bag. When she saw the erhu inside, even though she restrained herself, there was a flash of surprise in her eyes.
Jiang Ke curled his lips and felt relieved: "We will play after eating."
"Know."
He said this, but Mo Qing couldn't help but fiddle with it twice.
The erhu still needed to be debugged. Mo Qing played with it for a while and then thought of something. Almost subconsciously, she glanced at Jiang Ke.
Jiang Ke stood aside, looking at her with lowered eyebrows, a smile on his lips, without any hint of impatience or indifference.
Mo Qing was silent for a moment.
Reason quickly returned, Mo Qing put down the erhu and said: "Eat breakfast first."
"Um."
Jiang Ke nodded.
Sitting back, Mo Qing sighed with emotion: "I used to have an erhu, and I made it myself..." At this point, she seemed to have recalled an unpleasant memory, frowned, and said no more.
During the time when she came into contact with Erhu, the domestic situation was relatively tense.
Mo Qing was assigned by Jiang Yan to engage in intelligence work, and there was no room for error. She was so busy that she could only relax a little when listening to a lame man playing music.
Jiang Yan is even busier.
She never sees Jiang Yan.
Every time I see Jiang Yan, I am in a hurry. The conversation with Jiang Yan always revolves around work. When it comes to work, Jiang Yan is always sensible, serious and indifferent.
Jiang Yan was not like this before.
Since he narrowly escaped death in the Battle of Pingcheng, he has gradually changed - he has become the god of war in everyone's mouth, an omnipotent existence, but at the same time, he has become increasingly distant from his youthful appearance.
But he always treated Mo Qing well.
At that time, Mo Qing saw his own people killing each other, and was in a terrible mood. After learning about the lame man's death, he didn't even have a place to relax by listening to music, so he played the erhu by himself in the yard.
While playing the erhu, she was wondering if Jiang Yan would come back today.
She has a lot to say.
She had many questions and no answers.
That day, she waited for Jiang Yan.
But Jiang Yan didn't give her a chance to speak, but asked her to throw away the erhu.
As a result, the erhu made by her own hands was broken by her own hands, and all her questions and doubts about the war that was still cruel without gunpowder smoke were left unasked and she has not found the answers to this day.
"Where's the erhu?"
Jiang Ke's low and gentle voice brought Mo Qing back from his distant thoughts.
Mo Qing turned around.
After a pause for two seconds, she said lightly: "I don't know, it's gone."
Jiang Ke looked at her and asked, "Do you want to do it again?"
"Let's talk about it later."
Mo Qing lowered his eyes, picked up the porridge bowl, and drank it leisurely.
Jiang Ke did not continue this topic.
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After breakfast, Mo Qing took the time to play the erhu for half an hour, but his performance was not very good, which even alarmed Song Yiyuan next door.
"Is it okay to play the suona?" Song Yiyuan stood at the gate, covering his ears and suggesting, "I heard from Huos that you play the suona very well, and you recorded the wake-up ringtone for our school."
Mo Qing was playing a sad tune to himself: "It is unlucky to play the suona during the Chinese New Year."
Song Yiyuan was in disbelief: "No, then is the music you play auspicious?"
"You are the only one who has many things to do."
Mo Qing finally stopped moving.
Song Yiyuan thought that Mo Qing had given up, and he was relieved. But the next moment, he saw Mo Qing picking up the bow, and the babbling sound sounded again——
The song has been changed.
The tone is cheerful and overall soul-stirring.
"Isn't this the most popular song in the past two years? Why do I feel that your tune is not right?" Song Yiyuan rubbed his ears, and the more he listened, the more he felt that something was wrong.
Suddenly, he realized something, strode over, and said in surprise: "You are not pulling the original version, are you?"
"..."
Mo Qing stopped playing the erhu again.
She raised her eyelids: "Can you stop making such a fuss?"
"hey-hey."
Song Yiyuan showed her a bewildered smile.
——It looked very much like the way he once asked Mo Qing about the gossip of various modern celebrities.
Song Yiyuan said: "I have heard gossip about this song, saying that it was passed down from the singer's ancestors. His ancestors had a blind old lady, who was born a century ago. She worked hard on her own and became a well-known composer, especially good at
Erhu. A hundred years after her, the great-grandson singer found a stack of music scores among her belongings, including this tune. His song "Hometown of Mountains and Rivers" was adapted from this tune. When it was most popular, the street
The alleys are playing——"
Song Yiyuan rubbed his hands: "Look, with our relationship, can we reveal who is the original author?"
The original person right in front of him: "..."
Just as Mo Qing was about to speak, Jiang Ke's cool voice came from behind him: "What's the relationship between you two?"
