The moment he saw Jiang Ke, he blushed and his face turned red.

Jiang Ke is handsome and handsome, with a somewhat casual temperament and elegant manners that are unmatched by the people in the village. The girl's heart was beating fast as soon as she took one look at him.

Pushing up his plain glasses, Jiang Ke squatted down beside Mo Qing and said, "You are doing your thing, I won't disturb you."

His voice was low and gentle, and at the end, he added: "Is that okay?"

A hint of scarlet color appeared on the girl's cheeks, ears, and neck. She was ashamed and nervous, but she still said hesitantly, "Yeah."

The sound is like a mosquito.

Jiang Ke let the girl do as she pleased, but compared with the force with which she used the hoe before, she was obviously much more relaxed now.

Mo Qing watched from the side, glanced at the girl, and then at Jiang Ke who was painting, and said "tsk" with great disdain, then clapped his hands and got up, found a stone next door and sat down.

The girl was uneasy and glanced randomly from the corner of her eye. Suddenly she saw where Mo Qing was sitting and immediately panicked: "That..."

Mo Qing held a piece of grass in his mouth and raised his eyebrows: "What?"

Stunned by her generous gesture, the girl reminded in a low voice: "You are sitting on someone else's tombstone."

Mo Qing lowered her head, moved to the side, and swept away the weeds and soil on the tombstone with her hands. She saw some very light handwriting that she could not see clearly. Then she looked behind her and saw a small dirt bag.

.

"Can't you sit down?" Mo Qing asked.

Jiang Ke glanced sideways at her: "No respect for the dead."

The girl nodded in agreement: "Yes."

"whispering sound."

Mo Qing looked at the two people who were singing together and spat out the grass in his mouth.

She clapped her hands and left the long-forgotten tombstone.

Then, he walked a little further and sat on a field bank by the roadside.

She turned her back to them, picked up a blade of grass, and played a piece of music intermittently. The tune was cheerful, relaxing, and pleasant to the ears.

"You also listen to pop songs?"

Jiang Ke's voice came from behind.

Mo Qing pinched the leaf and turned it in his hand. He turned around and asked, somewhat confused: "What?"

"This piece of music you played has become very popular in the past two years." Jiang Ke walked over slowly, his two long legs slithering through the weeds, eliminating all obstacles and crossing the field ridge.

He sat down next to Mo Qing.

"That's funny." Mo Qing pinched the petiole, pointed at himself with the tip, and raised his eyebrows, "Original."

Jiang Ke was stunned for a moment: "I firmly believe what you say, but don't leave such words outside."

"..."

Mo Qing felt that he was harming herself.

However, I couldn't find a reason.

Jiang Ke chuckled and asked, "Have you ever studied composition?"

"Learn to play." Mo Qing threw the leaf forward and said slowly, "Eighteen kinds of musical instruments..."

Jiang Ke answered: "Proficient in everything?"

After a second of silence, Mo Qing lost all interest, and then Youyou answered: "I know a thing or two."

"..." Jiang Ke said, "It's pretty good. I'm good at music, chess, calligraphy and painting." He asked again, "Are there any other songs?"

Mo tilted him: "Do you think I'm an entertainer?"

Jiang Ke glanced at her, then looked into the distance and whispered softly: "That's the best."

Buskers are much easier to buy.

Mo Qing didn't quite hear: "What?"

"nothing."

He was not willing to say it, but Mo Qing was not willing to listen. Looking at him, Mo Qing's eyes stopped on the sketchbook in his hand and asked: "Is the drawing finished?"

Jiang Ke looked at the sketchbook: "Yeah."

"Where's the painting?"

Jiang Ke looked at her: "You want to see."

"I'll play the music, and you'll draw. It's just the same thing." Mo Qing raised his eyebrows, a little frivolously, "Let's take a look."

After a moment's hesitation, Jiang Ke opened the sketchbook to a certain page and handed it to her.

"Why did you think of becoming a painter this time?" Mo Qing took the sketchbook.

Jiang Kerao said profoundly: "After reading someone's words, I feel that this industry is very good."

"Tsk." Mo Qing said very casually, looking at the smart and beautiful girl on the paper, he was quite unhappy and threw the sketchbook back, "Study hard."

After grabbing the sketchbook, Jiang Ke asked, "Don't you want to read it?"

Mo Qing stood up: "See how much you care about this girl?"

Jiang Ceng was about to answer the call.

Mo Qing looked behind him and interrupted him: "Don't look, the girl is here."

The girl was a little embarrassed and hesitated. She took a few steps and took a look at Jiang Ke.

Jiang Ke glanced behind him, stood up, tore off the page he had just drawn, and handed it to the girl: "Send it to you."

"Really?"

The girl blinked in surprise, and when she took the sketch, her hands were trembling slightly. She looked at the sketch with herself as the protagonist, which was beautiful and smart, and looked very much like herself, and she couldn't help but feel happy.

Jiang Ke said: "As long as you are satisfied."

When he said this, the girl looked at him blankly, her face turning crimson again.

The ink is tilted towards the river.

——This dog-like young master is quite capable after taking off his inhuman disguise.

"Well," the girl took a breath, blinked her watery eyes, held the painting carefully, and asked, "it's almost noon, do you two want to go to my house to sit for a while?"

Jiang Ke and Mo Qing looked at each other.

"There is no one else in my family, just me and grandma." The girl was worried that they would be afraid of the patients in the village, so she added, "Don't worry, none of them are sick."

Mo Qing narrowed his eyes: "Didn't you say it was a curse? How did you know it was a disease?"

"I'm already in high school, I don't believe this." The girl said, then she scanned the area and whispered, "Follow me first."

Jiang Ke said: "Excuse me."

I agree.

Mo Qing did not refuse.

*

The girl said her name was Ge Yi and she lived in a red brick house.

The house has two floors, but the second floor is dilapidated and the wooden support floor has long rotted and cannot be weighed.

There are two rooms on the first floor, one is the living room for eating, and the other is the bedroom for sleeping. She usually sleeps with her grandma. As for the kitchen and toilet, they are built outside, which is just like an awning.

It would be an understatement to say that her red brick house is in dilapidated condition.

Grandma was sitting at the door basking in the sun. She was too old to work anymore, her ears were hard to see, and her eyesight could not see clearly. Ge Yi said hello to her and brought Mo Qing and Jiang Ke to the living room.

Ge Yi asked them to sit down and served two cups of hot water: "My house doesn't have running water. This is water drawn from the well. It's drinkable."

She added: "If you are worried, you don't have to drink it."

"It's okay." Jiang Ke picked up the glass of water and took a sip.

Ge Yi was startled by his straightforward action, and then lowered his head.

Mo Qing looked at Jiang Ke speechlessly.

She simply suspected that Jiang Ke had fallen in love with this girl.

"You should be here to investigate the collective illness in the village." Ge Yi pursed her lower lip, "The past two months have caused panic in the whole village. Although Sister Xia has helped my family a lot, but...

That's almost it. I can tell you everything I know."

Neither Mo Qing nor Jiang Ke expected that when they randomly looked for someone, they would bump into someone who knew the inside story.

This luck is quite good.

Jiang Ke answered: "Tell me something."

"Sister Xia is a good person. Really, I have never seen such a good person like her." Ge Yi said eagerly, then pointed to the white walls and furniture, "She spent money to repair the house and the furniture for us.
To be continued...