Chapter 070: Events of the Year [End] Contest Results, National Grand Prize
"Say sorry."
"Oh."
Mo Qing sneered.
"Did Yao Dexuan really do anything sorry for you?" Min Chenghuai looked surprised.
Mo Qing ate the honeydew melon and said nothing.
Min Chang, on the other hand, after listening for a while, asked suspiciously: "Grandpa, sixty years ago, Chinese medicine gradually declined. People like Yao Dexuan should have been hospitalized for ten thousand years. How could you become his doctor?"
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"Oh." Min Chenghuai said slowly, "Because it's cheap. His children and grandchildren were reluctant to spend money, so they continued to use traditional Chinese medicine. They also hired the cheapest quack doctors. I gave him free medical treatment to repay his kindness.
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"Didn't his children and grandchildren become prosperous in the education world by virtue of his reputation and connections?" Min Chang didn't understand.
"Yes, but Yao Dexuan was no longer useful to them in his old age and became a burden." Min Chenghuai shook his head with emotion, "Yao Dexuan was prosperous for most of his life, but he was miserable in his later years."
Mo Qing ate another piece of honeydew melon and said coolly: "Retribution."
"Auntie is right." Min Chenghuai immediately took over.
Min Chang stuffed fruit into his mouth so that he had no time to speak - he was afraid that if he couldn't help but complain about Min Chenghuai, Min Chenghuai would accuse him of "treason".
*
A few days later, the temperature dropped sharply, and Dongshi City ushered in the first snow of winter.
The heating is on indoors, and it's as warm as spring.
Jiang Ke woke up in the morning and heard some slight movement in the courtyard. After thinking for a moment, he got out of bed and walked to the balcony. The curtains slowly spread to both sides, letting in the early morning light.
He opened the French window.
Outside the balcony, a layer of snow fell, and the biting cold wind came towards him. He paused, stepped onto the balcony, his eyelids slightly drooped, and he glanced at the courtyard, seeing the white shadow in the courtyard.
Mo Qing was wearing a white robe, which was her nightgown. It fluttered in the wind, revealing a pair of naked feet. The white and exquisite feet were stained with a light red.
Holding a snowball as big as a basketball in her hand, she walked up to a snowman half as tall as a man, squatted down, and placed the snowball on the snowman's body to serve as its head.
Xiao Jiangjiang danced beside her, babbling and singing a children's song, an ancient tune.
Jiang Ke watched quietly without moving.
"morning."
After finishing the snowman's facial features with props, Mo Qing stood up slowly and turned her head to look at him. Her dark hair was shawl, her eyes were bright and her teeth were white, and her eyes were calm and indifferent.
It's like I can't feel the cold.
Jiang Ke didn't say hello to her, only asked: "Did you jump?"
The huge courtyard was covered with snow due to a night of snow, so just walking would leave traces. However, there were no footprints at the door, and the footprints of Mo Qing and Xiao Jiangjiang appeared out of thin air.
"ah."
Mo Qing glanced at the height of the third floor and responded calmly.
She woke up a little early today. When she saw the snow in the courtyard, she thought about playing in the snow and jumped down directly. As for Xiao Jiangjiang, he happened to be making trouble at her feet, so she took him down with him.
Jiang Ke stared at her silently for a moment, and finally said: "Come back early and prepare to eat."
He turned around and went back to the house.
Mo Qing didn't stop, he bent down, picked up Xiao Jiangjiang that was dangling on the ground, stepped on the cold snow with his bare feet, and walked into the house unhurriedly.
…
It's always quieter on snowy days, and the sounds that used to come in the early morning seem to be absorbed by the snow.
This morning, Mo Qing and Jiang Ke were especially quiet while having breakfast.
After Mo Qing finished breakfast, she went upstairs to change into her school uniform, then went downstairs carrying her schoolbag.
When passing by the living room, Jiang Ke, who was sitting on the sofa watching the morning news, said in a gentle voice: "Bring this with you."
After a pause, Mo Qing turned around: "What?"
"Hand warmers." Jiang Ke glanced at the hand warmers on the coffee table and said pointedly, "Normal people don't go barefoot in the winter, but try every means to keep warm."
"I'll try my best."
Mo Qing came over and took away the hand warmer.
The hand warmer is also covered with a soft bag, and there is an instruction manual placed in the bag with the hand warmer.
Mo Qing glanced at it, raised her lips, and then shook the hand warmer in her hand: "Let's go."
*
After a night of heavy snow, everything seems to have become quieter.
The Jiang family villa is quiet, the city streets are quiet, and even the school, which is usually bustling with people, has a strange atmosphere, mixed with a strange quietness.
Mo Qing keenly detected something strange.
She walked to the classroom and found that her classmates had opened their books and seemed to be reading in the morning. In fact, they were either looking down at their mobile phones or whispering to each other about the same topic.
"Here." Min Chang waved his hand towards Mo Qing.
Mo Qing walked over.
Min Chang stood up and got out of the way, and after Mo Qing walked to his seat and sat down, he sat down again.
"Something happened last night." Min Chang took out his cell phone and handed it to Mo Qing. "It was related to Yao Dexuan, Lu Zhishu, and Qiao Yu."
Mo Qing took the phone and browsed the messages.
Min Chang explained: "Last night, someone anonymously published the diary written by Yao Dexuan on a social platform in his later years. It told how he and Lu Zhishu teamed up to steal Qiao Yu's research results and exclude Qiao Yu from the 720 project. At the end of the diary, he
He said that he did not have the courage to disclose this matter, and I hope that after future generations see this diary, they can help to disclose it."
"Someone should divert the attention later. This diary was reprinted on all major platforms. In addition, several authoritative media reported on it this morning."
Having said this, Min Chang glanced around at the people around him, then moved slightly closer to Mo Qing and lowered his voice and said, "It is very likely that Yao Jiajia broke the news."
"Oh?" Mo Qing raised an eyebrow.
She still remembered the proud look on Yao Jiajia's face when she mentioned Yao Dexuan.
But soon, she remembered the scene a few days ago when Yao Jiajia came to Shen Qi with tears on her face.
"Last night, at three o'clock in the morning, everyone outside the Yao family rushed back to Dongshi City and went through Yao Dexuan's belongings. There was only one notebook missing, and they couldn't find it." Min Chang said, "At the same time,
Yao Jiajia has disappeared. It is said that no one looks at Yao Dexuan's relics, but Yao Jiajia only likes to look through them."
Mo glanced at him sideways: "You know very well."
Min Chang did not explain.
He is engaged in intelligence work. This matter is considered a big deal in Dongshi City. After a little inquiry, you will know everything.
He added: "Do you know Qiao Yu?"
Based on Mo Qing's problem-solving speed when participating in the competition, as well as the connection with Qiao Yudu, Yao Dexuan, and the 720 project, Min Chang reasonably guessed that Mo Qing had a relationship with Qiao Yu, and that it was related to Yao Dexuan's sorry for them.
However, Mo Qing was not mentioned in the diary.
"We know." Mo Qing browsed netizens' comments.
"There is only one diary, not to mention the interests of many people. Even if this matter is found out, Qiao Yu will not replace Lu Zhishu and become a hero of 720." Min Chang said, "However, he will be known to some people now, maybe
After a long time, someone will mention Lu Zhishu, and someone will think of Qiao Yu and debate whether the diary is true or false."
Mo Qing narrowed his eyes, returned the phone to Min Chang, and said slowly: "That's enough."
One hundred years have passed, and no evidence has been left. It is just a diary. How can it overturn the achievements left by Lu Zhishu.
but--
In this era, some people finally know that Qiao Yu once existed. Perhaps, some people believe that Qiao Yu really contributed to the 720 project.
That's enough.
After all, how many people will be remembered by history?
*
On this day, Lu Zhan was like an eggplant with frost. He was far from the high-spirited state he had been in before. He kept a straight face during class, and was found absent-minded several times by his students.
For Lu Zhan, Lu Zhishu is his glory and an existence he is proud of.
But now, this honor seems to be stained.
Lu Zhan was restless.
Teachers and students were eating in silence, no one bothered him.
In the afternoon, while he was grading test papers in his office, a teacher came in and smiled brightly.
"It's out! The results of the mathematical modeling competition are out!" The teacher smiled like a flower, "You must have never imagined that our school has won a national special prize!"
"real?"
Lu Zhan suddenly became so happy that he almost broke his pen.
