Chapter 096 Miracle Doctor Village [06] Celebrate the New Year Together, Emotions Heat Up
Mo Qing stood in the courtyard, wearing a black coat, holding a bag in one hand and a mobile phone in the other. She raised her eyes and looked over, her dark eyes shining brightly.
Jiang Ke took a breath.
If the heart is like a wilderness, overgrown with weeds, a fire suddenly lights up at this moment, burning away all the desolation, only waiting for new life.
He was facing the light, his face was shrouded in shadow, and no one could see clearly. His cold eyes became soft little by little, as if they were melting.
After waiting for a moment, Mo Qing asked: "Have you changed your mind?"
"Yeah." Jiang Ke said without thinking.
Mo Qing said again: "Go downstairs."
Jiang Ke walked from the study to the hall every day. He was used to it and never took this journey seriously. But on this day, he remembered every step and the indescribable complex emotions as time passed by.
It's still the same stretch of road, but the mood is different.
He walked downstairs with a steady pace, seemingly as usual.
He opened the door of the hall, and the wind and snow came in. However, he opened his eyes, looking for the people outside. When his eyes stopped on the figure at the door, his tense strings relaxed a little.
Mo Qing walked up to him and asked, "Are you alone?"
"Um."
"Oh." Mo Tingting was not surprised.
She had lived here before, and she could come in and out at will. She walked in right next to Jiang Ke. The wind blew her hair, and there were some snow particles on the ends of her hair, which shone like stars in the light.
"I just brought the beggar's chicken," Mo Qing picked up the bag and shook it, "How about two more bowls of noodles?"
Jiang Ke followed her with his eyes and paused for a moment: "I don't know how."
Mo Qing looked at him deeply: "I feel you can."
here we go again.
That feeling of "she's looking at him, but looking at someone else".
The joy in his heart was half gone. Jiang Ke calmed down, closed the door, looked at Mo Qing for a few seconds, and finally walked to the kitchen without saying a word.
——Isn’t it just a noodle?
In fact, it was just noodles. Jiang Ke briefly read the tutorial and was very familiar with the actual operation without making any mistakes. He brought out two bowls of noodles in a short time.
Mo Qing found a bottle of wine in the wine cabinet, picked up two glasses and walked over: "Drink a little?"
"Yeah." Jiang Ke did not refuse.
Two bowls of noodles, two wine glasses, and a beggar's chicken. Compared with the New Year's Eve dinner, it was quite meager, but compared with Jiang Ke's previous dinners, it was rich.
The wine is spicy. Jiang Ke doesn't drink it often, so he just watches it.
Today, he drank in silence, finishing one cup, stroking the cup with his slender fingers, and glanced at Mo Qing, who was sitting sideways.
He asked in a deep voice: "Why did you come here?"
"Guess you are alone."
"What does it have to do with you?"
Mo Qing smiled, picked up the wine bottle, and filled their glasses. Then, she looked at Jiang Ke and asked lightly, "What do you think?"
Jiang Ke's eyes darkened.
"Want to drink?" Mo Qing raised a glass to him.
Jiang Ke paused while holding the wine glass, then raised it up and clinked it with Mo Qing's wine glass. There was a crisp and sweet "ding" sound.
"I'm not going to Jiang's house, and I'm not going back to the Imperial City either." After finishing a glass of wine, Mo Qing put the glass down and looked at him sideways, as if puzzled, "Why alone?"
Jiang Ke also replied: "Guess."
Mo Qing smiled.
This was the same as Jiang Yan, but she couldn't figure it out.
There is always a lot of excitement around Jiang Yan, with many people surrounding him, but when it comes to days of "family fun", he will always give those people a holiday and he will always be alone.
Because he has no father, no mother, no roots, and is alone.
Of course others welcomed him, but he didn't want to get involved.
Later, I met her who also had no roots, so we could always spend this kind of life together.
After meeting Peng Ren yesterday, Mo Qing kept thinking about whether Jiang Ke was also a person. So, she came over tonight.
Maybe they are not the same person, but there is always a shadow of Jiang Yan in Jiang Ke.
This is undeniable.
After drinking one glass after another, the two of them remembered noodles and beggar's chicken. Mo Qing picked up the chopsticks and picked up a handful of noodles. He was stunned as soon as he took the first bite. His eyes widened and he stared at Jiang Ke.
Jiang Ke felt quite uncomfortable being stared at by her, and frowned: "Don't say that my food tastes the same as his."
"If I say the same thing." Mo Qing paused, "Do you believe it?"
Jiang Ke: "..." Damn it.
He glanced at the noodles in the bowl and immediately lost interest in eating. He put down his chopsticks and pushed the bowl aside.
Mo Qing knocked on the table with his fingers and said, "Don't be hard on yourself."
There was murderous intent in Jiang Ke's eyes: "Don't talk."
Mo Qing shrugged.
He didn’t know who he was angry with, but to be honest, Jiang Ke didn’t even eat a bite of the noodles. He obviously made them himself, but that bowl of noodles seemed to have a deep hatred for him.
Mo Dingping has finished eating.
I just ate two meals in a row and I was a little full. I didn’t eat a few bites of the beggar’s chicken.
After eating and drinking, Mo Qing drank the last sip of wine and became a little tipsy. He leaned back in his chair and asked, "How did you celebrate New Year's Eve before?"
"Live normally."
"Where's the family?"
"No." Jiang Ke paused, then frowned and added, "I've never seen it before."
"Yeah."
Mo Qing said softly, his eyes lowered slightly, then raised again.
"Hey." Mo Qing suddenly leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table, approaching Jiang Ke. She raised her head slightly and invited him, "Do you want to watch the New Year together?"
Jiang Ke looked at her and his heart felt hot.
She was probably really drunk, her eyes were intoxicating, and when her drunken gaze fell on her, Jiang Ke felt that he was drunk as well.
Jiang Ke asked in a deep voice: "How to guard?"
"Just wait." Mo Qing raised her eyebrows and then chuckled. She crossed her legs and her eyes were a little ambiguous, "Maybe you want to do something else?"
As a result, the fire that was originally burning in his chest seemed to be blown by the wind in an instant. The fire grew stronger and stronger, spreading to his limbs and bones, burning his heart and heart.
Jiang Ke's eyes darkened again and again.
However, Mo Qing suddenly stood up and said lazily: "I'm just teasing you."
She turned around, walked slowly to the wine cabinet, took two bottles of fruit wine, and then looked back: "Do you have snacks and fruits at home? Grab some, let's watch the Spring Festival Gala."
"Get it yourself."
Jiang Ke threw down the three words lightly, stood up, and went to the audio-visual room.
The aura instantly returned to a cold and distant state.
Mo Qing looked at his back and felt that he was really stingy. However, he was tolerant of Da Liang and was not as knowledgeable as him, so Mo Qing dug out some fruits and went to the video room.
There is no TV in the audio-visual room. It uses a projector with a large screen. The Spring Festival Gala is being played at the moment.
When the lights are not turned on, a light source is placed on the curtain, and the light and shadow in the room change with the picture.
Jiang Ke was sitting on the sofa, leaning against a corner. He seemed drunk, leaning his elbow on the armrest of the sofa and gently supporting his head. After hearing the noise, he raised his head and glanced at Mo Qing.
Mo Qing put down the fruit wine and snacks, sat down on the sofa, and asked Jiang Ke: "Is this the Spring Festival Gala?"
"Um."
Jiang Ke raised his eyelids and glanced at the curtain.
He was not interested at all, but Mo Qing was different. As soon as he became interested, he sat down and started reading.
After a while, Jiang Ke didn't hear her movement. He couldn't help but look at her sideways and found that she was looking at her with gusto.
"What's there to see?" Jiang Ke was puzzled.
He opened a bottle of fruit wine and handed it to Mo Qing.
"Interesting." Mo Qing took the fruit wine, took a sip, and said, "We used to watch the New Year's Eve, which was very boring."
"How boring is that?"
"If you are lucky, you will stay by the fire and chat. If it snows, go out and count the stars. Otherwise, you will go out to block the road." Mo Qing said slowly. "If you are not lucky, you will stand guard, hold meetings, and draw pictures as usual.
, study how to fight a war."
Jiang Ke was startled: "Have you ever fought in a war?"
Mo Qing said with one hand: "Yeah."
"Isn't it about treating illnesses and saving lives?"
"You are forced to hold a scalpel." Mo Qing said, "A soldier who was injured on the front line is brought to you. Others are helpless, but you can save it. Can you ignore it?"
After speaking, Mo Qing added: "But if you only use a scalpel, you can save a group of people, but you cannot save a country."
Jiang Ke couldn't help but think of these hundred years of history.
In just a hundred years, this country has changed. At the very least, there is no need to worry about artillery fire and famine during the New Year. Instead, you can sit in front of the TV and watch the Spring Festival Gala.
These days that are so peaceful that they are so commonplace and even boring are what generations of people have fought for over the past hundred years.
Jiang Ke understands history, but he has always regarded it as history.
When Mo Qing came to her side, those histories became her past. A person's past is always easier to empathize with than a country's past.
Because people are alive, just like you.
"You and him..." Jiang Ke paused, and after a while, he continued, "How long have you known each other?"
"Hmm." Mo Qing raised his head and thought for a moment before replying, "Ten years."
She went through the most turbulent ten years with him.
From the destruction of the country and the destruction of the family to the rebuilding of hope, ten years were a past rooted in her flesh and blood. Therefore, when she saw the world today, she often suspected that it was a dream.
Jiang Ke seemed to sense her emotions.
It's strange that he can understand the confusion, loss, sadness, and the joy of witnessing the present, as if he also came from those years.
After a while, Jiang Ke suppressed those complicated emotions and asked again: "Is he different from you?"
"It's different." Mo Qing swung the fruit wine in her hand, raised her head and took a sip. After a while, she whispered, "Maybe, it's just me."
The Spring Festival Gala is coming to an end.
The host is counting down to 321, preparing to welcome the new year, and the atmosphere is joyful and noisy.
Mo Qing suddenly raised his head and looked into Jiang Ke's eyes. His bright black eyes flickered due to the beating of light and shadow, and the blurry outline of her figure was reflected in his pupils.
With his heart palpitating, Mo Qing put his palms to his side and naturally came closer to him.
The distance was suddenly shortened, allowing the breaths to sense each other. There was a faint aroma of fruit wine in the air, fermenting in the ambiguous air, becoming rich and viscous little by little.
Their eyes intertwined and entangled, like a tangled web, getting tighter and tighter.
On the curtain, the host is shouting——
"1."
Fireworks exploded in clusters.
"Happy New Year."
Happy New Year.
Jiang Ke said in his heart, then lowered his head and kissed her lips.
No longer trying too lightly like last time, he stroked the back of her head and inserted his hands into her hair, kissing her softly and lingeringly, ambiguously and affectionately, as if they had been in love for a long time.
Even if it's just for a moment.
Even if it's just self-deception.
Just let him be him.
On this New Year's Eve, which was supposed to be spent alone, at this extremely ambiguous New Year's Eve moment, Jiang Ke abandoned all reason and sobriety, like a drunk and sinking person.
He hoped that time would stretch out every second.
So, time is short and long.
The moment the song ended, Jiang Ke suddenly woke up.
He raised his eyes, breathing heavily, and his breath fell on the side of her face. He kissed her earlobe and said in a hoarse voice, "I am not him."
Mo Qing said softly, "Hmm", her fingers slipped from the back of his neck, and she said softly: "You are not him."
She is obsessed but calm.
Turning his head slightly, Jiang Ke looked at Mo Qing's crimson face and looked into her clear eyes. His head stung. The indescribable pain made him almost unbearable.
He let go of her.
Obviously he didn't show much strangeness, but Mo Qing noticed something keenly. She put her hand on his wrist and after two seconds, she frowned and said, "Where is the medicine I gave you? Did Mrs. Chen give it to you?"
"
"Throw it away."
Jiang Ke answered like this without even thinking about it.
It's like he's angry.
"Throw it away?" Mo Qing's tone suddenly turned cold.
There was nothing unusual about her unhappiness.
In an instant, the ambiguity that originally surrounded them completely disappeared without a trace, without even a chance to reflect on it.
"You deserve to be hurt to death."
As Mo Qing said this, he took out a medicine bottle from his pocket, poured two pills, and then reached out and pinched Jiang Ke's chin.
Her strength is not light at all.
Jiang Ke looked back at her, pursed his lips tightly.
She said angrily: "Open your mouth."
Jiang Mo didn't move and became stubborn.
"I want to feed you myself, right?" Mo Qing laughed, a bit irritable.
Although her tone was not very good, Mo Qing put the medicine into his mouth and kissed him on the lips. With her skillful skills, she easily pried open his lips and teeth and fed him the two medicines.
Then, evacuate easily.
She seems to be just taking medicine.
After swallowing the medicine, Jiang Ke became inexplicably angry and stared at her: "You..."
"What are you?" Mo Qing glared at him, "You look like a little daughter-in-law who was bullied. Did I just say something?"
Thinking of the scene just now, Jiang Ke took a breath and did not immediately reply to her.
After a while, he gave Mo Qing a meaningful look and said coldly: "You are quite skilled."
"..."
Mo Qing paused.
She turned her head away a little and looked at the Spring Festival Gala that ended at an unknown time. The light in the room was dim, but with the faint light, you could vaguely see a hint of red at the base of her ears.
It's not as calm and calm as it seems.
Jiang Ke stared at her for a long time.
Finally, after staring at Mo Qing unbearably, Mo Qing turned around impatiently and asked as if he was angry: "Are you okay?"
"..."
Jiang Ke was stunned for a moment.
Then, he realized that somehow, the heartbreaking pain in his head was gone.
