[Jin Guang] [Mo Qiao] I don't know

"[Golden Light] [Mo Qiao] Two Ignorances" Author: Funeral of the Dead

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CP: Mo Qiao

Content tags: past life and present life

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1. One spring day

Kasuga

When Qiao Rulai walked into the small courtyard, she didn't know if its owner was at home.Given a choice, he might wish the other party wasn't there.

In the early days of March, Mingyi, an old friend of the Shi family, was frowning for several days because of a temporary business trip arrangement.Since Qiao Rulai entered the university, she has often come to the laboratory of the underworld doctor to bother her. After noticing the abnormal behavior of the other party, she played her usual caring strengths and asked him what happened.

The doctor of the underworld sighed: "It's not my friend who is so lazy. There are so many flowers in his yard, and I usually go to water more than half of the time. With such a dry weather recently, I'm afraid that when I come back, The flowers are all dead."

"Water?" Qiao Rulai murmured and repeated, probably already guessing who the friend who never went out was mentioned by the underworld doctor.

The final result was a matter of course, the doctor of the underworld handed him a bunch of keys, and asked Qiao Rulai to help him water the flowers in the garden when he was free, thank you very much.

She has been taken care of by the people in front of her all the time, it is impossible for Qiao Rulai to say any words of rejection.The only problem was that he didn't know whether he wanted to see that person or not.

In the end, Qiao Rulai chose a certain afternoon when there was no class, and headed towards the small courtyard.

The small town they live in is not big, and it doesn't take half a day to walk from one end to the other.Even so, the friends of the underworld doctor lived quite secluded. Along the way, there were few motor vehicles passing by on the narrow and long uphill road, and there was no noise. Only the ever-changing flowers and trees in the courtyards on both sides marked the distance.It took a long time to walk, and it was somewhat like walking into a different space.The sun was falling from the branches of the new buds, and it was warm. Coupled with the slightly sloping slope, Qiao Rulai felt sweaty after walking for a while, and took the coat in his hand.

When the doctor of the underworld handed him the key, he said a lot of comforting words, such as "Even if you go, the other party may not come out, don't be nervous" or "I have already greeted him before", I feel that most of it is because of the housekeeper A certain level of friends, save Qiao Tathagata to visit politely and be frightened by the other party's social barriers.

Thinking about this, Qiao Rulai subconsciously held the small piece of metal tightly in her hand.The heat of the skin on the key turns into a small heat source, and the moment it leaves the palm, it cools down in the early spring air.

Finally, when he found the yard according to the house number, the quiet blue sky poured down, and the birds returning from afar were chirping somewhere.He stood in front of the door, took two deep breaths, and then opened the courtyard door with a key.

In the courtyard is a small red brick building with two floors, most of the shutters are drawn, only a shutter in the middle of the second floor is half-opened, but you can't see what's going on inside.The small courtyard is full of verdant and verdant flowers and trees, and there is a small pool in the center, in which several red carps are swimming happily, shaking their heads and tails.

Qiao Tathagata didn't look much, so she found the watering can behind the gate of the courtyard according to the doctor's instructions, filled it with water from the water tank in the corner, and started watering the flowers.This matter is actually not that troublesome. Most plants have a certain degree of drought tolerance-such as succulents.Qiao Rulai was watering and thinking, is the doctor of the underworld worried about the plants, or is he worried that no one will come at all, and that maybe something happened to his friends who are staying in the house and no one will know?

At this moment, he heard the door of the small building open.

The spring sun is almost too bright.The owner of the courtyard walked down the steps slowly—the person who seemed to be more suitable for the moonlight was actually quite distinct under the sunlight—he even held an iPad in his hand.This kind of disordered painting style made Qiao Rulai stand still and forgot to speak, but the other party looked at him lightly: "Are you the student who came to help?"

Qiao Tathagata respectfully said: "Yes. Are you?"

The man just looked at him.The man looks very good-looking, and is different from Qiao Tathagata's indistinguishable handsomeness that can be rated as the beauty of the courtyard for several years. At first glance, he only feels quiet and good. Jade, people neither dare to play with it, nor can they bear to look away.And those black glass-like eyes just stared at him as if looking at him casually.

In the end, the man only said a few words: "My name is Mo Cangli."

Qiao Tathagata saluted politely, and saw that the other party did not intend to continue asking questions, so she continued to water the flowers.Even if the underworld doctor had not given special instructions before, he still removed the weeds that had grown, and loosened the soil a little.

He felt that Mo Cangli must have returned to the house, but every time he glanced over from the corner of his eye, he would find that the man was still there.Qiao Rulai controlled herself not to think too much, and when she was about to leave after cleaning up, she heard the third sentence from that person: "Your name."

Qiao Rulai stopped walking towards the door.He pushed the door open with one hand, while holding his coat with the other. The white shirt outlined the thin figure of the young man.He turned around: "My name is Shi Jingzhong."

The eyes of the two briefly met in the air for a moment, then Qiao Rulai nodded politely again, and left without saying goodbye.

Mo Cangli seemed to have been standing there.

He's not sure about that.

2. Two I will go

Mo Cangli is a cutting-edge mystery writer who has become famous in the Central Plains recently.His popularity is such that he can buy a house and a car (although he doesn't have a car) on the royalties of a few books to live the perfect author's life in the popular dream, which is almost a myth in today's recession in the publishing industry.Mo Cangli's novels are well-structured and tense, suspenseful one after another, and even magically reversed at the last second. Reading his novels is essentially an ultimate mental challenge. Basically, few readers can boast It is said that he guessed the layout of Mo Cangli's book from the very beginning; often after closing the book, it takes a while to figure out how the details in the book are intertwined, how can it not be amazing.

At first his editors thought they had found a treasure, and laughed while counting the number of prints and yards, but later they found out that it was not true—this great writer nicknamed "Professor Mo" by fans is simply too lazy to share the anger with others.It's not that he likes to procrastinate too much - as long as Mo Cangli decides to start writing, he will never procrastinate; but the interval between one book and the next is too tiring.One of the most common things his editor does is to visit the door every once in a while, bring some takeaways from fresh restaurants in the city, and then ask cautiously: "Teacher, do you have any new writing plans recently?"

Mo Cangli lowered his head and slid back and forth on the iPad: "No."

"...Then do you want to go out to find inspiration? The editorial department will reimburse you in full."

"Need not."

The editor smiled on the surface and burst into tears in his heart, but there was nothing he could do.No matter how much you persuade, Mo Cangli is definitely [-]% MyPace, write when you want to write, and never write when you don't want to.When he was tired of writing mystery novels, he once published a fantasy novel under the pseudonym of Dao Caisheng.This novel still has exciting plots, but the only problem is that none of the first-line characters are left in the book.

As soon as this book came out, everyone said that Professor Mo deserved to kill a person in ten steps without leaving him behind, even if it is a mystery novel, it is unreasonable to write a youthful fantasy with such a dismal ending.The problem is that the story is so beautiful that countless readers are crying like dogs while holding money and waiting for Professor Mo to release a new book.

Therefore, even though Mo Cangli doesn't go out, he can still live quite comfortably. Besides feeding the fish every day, he has a lot of time to sit on the spacious sofa in the house and slide his iPad.

"Mo Cangli, you are such a low-headed person every day, you are not afraid of neck problems."

The doctor of the underworld who came to visit often said that iron is weak.

"This kind of thing is naturally included in the calculations in the morning," Mo Cangli said, still sliding the iPad with his hand.

"...How did I find such a friend who can't let go of my heart? Are you not afraid that one day, no one will know what happened in the house?"

"Aren't you coming?" Mo Cangli said.

The underworld doctor shook his head and sighed heavily: "Am I your nanny?"

Mo Cangli continued to slide his iPad, but acquiesced.

"I owed you a lot of money in my previous life!" The doctor of the underworld wailed that he had mistakenly made a bad friend.

Unexpectedly, Mo Cangli raised his head: "Wrong, I owe you."

The doctor of the underworld scratched his head. He said this sentence so seriously that he felt a little cold behind his back, so he could only laugh and sway over: "Hey, since when have you believed in strange powers and chaotic gods? When I was collecting materials for the last novel, I looked for materials. Have you seen too much?"

Mo Cangli hummed.

The doctor of the underworld also had a big heart, and quickly put this matter behind him: "Hey, how about the student who came to help me water the flowers last time?"

"Your student?"

"Telling medical students to take time out of their busy schedules to water your flowers, I'm hurting my virtue." The doctor of the underworld shook his head, "We're from the hospital next door."

"……Art?"

"Hey, what a surprised tone. Young master historian, what do you want to read?"

"Shi's family? - Shi Yanwen?"

"Yeah, I've helped their brothers a little bit before, so I'm an old acquaintance."

"It's the DNA test report you made for them." Mo Cangli pointed out indifferently.

"Actually, what's the point of making a report, you can tell just by looking at your face.