"Did you see it?"

The gentle sound carried by the wind reached my ears.

"What did you see?" Mo Qing turned around suddenly.

Jiang Ke raised his hand to his forehead and swayed.

Mo Qing quickly walked towards him and held his shoulders.

"Where's the medicine?" she asked.

Jiang Ke shook his head to wake himself up, and then reached into his pocket to get the medicine bottle.

Seeing his actions, Mo Qing took one step ahead of him, took out the medicine bottle, poured two pills into the palm of his hand, and then fed them into Jiang Ke's mouth.

When their palms touched his lips, the two of them paused and looked at each other.

Immediately, he tacitly pretended that nothing had happened.

After Jiang Ke took the medicine, Mo Qing felt that the weight of the medicine bottle had become much lighter. She shook it and heard a jingling sound inside. She was surprised: "That's all there is left?"

"Um."

Jiang Ke put his fingers on his temples and rubbed them.

Mo Qing frowned and asked, "Have you had frequent attacks recently?"

"fine."

Jiang Ke said vaguely.

In fact, since Mo Qing gave him an acupuncture last time, he had frequent headaches, nightmares, and memory disorders.

Although the legends about Mo Qing are becoming more and more true, in Jiang Ke's eyes, Mo Qing is now just like a walking quack doctor.

"Do you mind-"

Mo Qing suddenly approached Jiang Ke, her eyes rolled up and down, scanning his face carefully, and finally her gaze was fixed on his eyes.

She asked: "Shall I open your skull?"

"..." A sense of crisis crept up his spine with a chill, and Jiang Ke said without thinking, "I do mind."

"I usually don't open people's skulls." Mo Qing felt a little regretful.

Jiang Ke agreed: "It can be seen." No one would dare to open her head unless it was absolutely necessary.

Mo Qing clicked his tongue: "You question my medical skills?"

The special medicine allowed Jiang Ke to recover a lot, and he directly told Mo Qing: "I'm so glad you have such a look in your eyes."

Mo Qing raised the medicine bottle: "How do you say this?"

Jiang Ke glanced at it and said, "I've tested it and it's not poisonous. In view of the legend about you, I'll treat it as witchcraft for the time being."

"..."

Good guy, I would rather believe in witchcraft than her medical skills.

Mo Qing was extremely angry and laughed back: "Don't your eyes look good?"

Jiang Ke understood for a second: "Are you calling me blind?"

"So smart."

With a cool word, Mo Qing turned around and left. At the same time, he threw the medicine bottle back.

Jiang Ke caught the medicine bottle.

He looked at Mo Qing's back as he walked forward quickly, smiled, put the medicine bottle away, and followed Mo Qing closely.

Mo Qing didn't look back: "Three meters away."

"Can two meters be okay?" Jiang Ke bargained with her.

"..."

Mo Qing simply ignored him.

Jiang Ke accepted her acquiescence and drew closer to her.

*

After walking about three hundred meters, Mo Qing saw a wooden house surrounded by platycodon flowers.

There are no houses near the road, they are all medicinal fields. The wooden house is located in the center, there is a gravel path, and the ground is clean and free of weeds.

Mo Qing stopped and looked at the wooden house.

Suddenly, footsteps approached from behind.

Mo Qing glanced at Jiang Ke's face and swallowed the word "three meters" again.

Jiang Ke glanced at the Erguotou in her hand and asked, "Can I drink it?"

"It's okay." Mo Qing replied.

"I'm scared." Jiang Ke stretched out his hand and took the bottle of Erguotou, "I'll do it."

Mo Qing thought about what he meant by not saying "he is not a good drinker" and said speechlessly: "Can you listen to me?"

"Definitely next time."

Jiang Ke carried the bottle of Erguotou, raised his hand, and walked towards the gravel road first.

It's still a bit cool in the mountains in spring, especially after a night of rain and the temperature dropped sharply.

Jiang Ke was dressed lightly, wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants, which was simple and refreshing. His slightly longer hair was tied up casually, giving him a sense of spontaneity and freedom.

He walked on the gravel road, with the wind blowing by. His walking posture was relaxed and comfortable, not at all the same as when he was at Jiang's house.

The cold and steady Mr. Jiang, the elegant and evil Chopin, the idle street vendors, the casual and free-spirited painter...

Mo Qingzhui stood behind, staring at his back, unable to tell clearly which one was him.

When he walked to the wooden house, Mo Qing stopped beside Jiang Ke.

Jiang Ke stretched out his fingers, pushed up his plain glasses, and reminded: "Three meters."

"What do you owe?" Mo Qing glanced over with a cold look.

The corners of Jiang Ke's lips curled up slightly.

After pausing for a few seconds, Mo Qing seemed to be infected for some reason, and he raised his lips and smiled.

Mo Qing shouted: "Is there anyone there?"

"Coming."

An impatient voice came from the wooden house.

Very young.

Also, a bit familiar.

After a while, I saw a figure walking out of the open door. It was Gu Wanwan.

The tattered coat seemed to be a symbol of Gu Wanwan. He was still wrapped in the tattered coat and seemed to be in a bad mood. His eyebrows were pressed down and his eyes were slightly irritated. However, when he saw Mo Qing and Jiang Ke, he was startled.

.

"What's the matter with you? You are everywhere?" Gu Wanwan scratched his hair. After complaining, he noticed what the two of them were carrying, "Are you here to see Zhang San?"

Mo Qing and Jiang Ke were both new to the village. It was impossible for them to know about Zhang San's existence and habits. The people at the guest house must have told them.

Therefore, Gu Wanwan had roughly guessed their purpose of coming.

Raising his hand to hold the door, Gu Wanwan said to the two of them: "Come in."

The wooden house is a one-story building, but the foundation is higher. There are stairs on the left and right to the main entrance. There are wicker chairs and coffee tables outside the door, and you can see that people are enjoying life.

Mo Qing and Jiang Ke followed Gu Wanwan into the house.

The room is very spacious, but it is filled with the smell of various herbs, a bit like a prescription.

"Third Uncle, someone is looking for you." Gu Wanwan called inside.

"Who?"

Someone answered.

It's the restaurant on the right.

Gu Wanwan walked to the door of the restaurant and leaned on the door frame as if he was boneless: "The person who sent Xia Yuliang back."

There was no thought inside: "No."

Gu Wanwan said "Oh", turned around, told Mo Qing, and Jiang Ke told Zhang San: "He said he can't see him."

Mo Qing rubbed his ears and said, not politely, "I heard it."

"Please." Gu Wanwan pointed outside.

"You're already here, it's okay to meet." Mo Qing strode towards the door of the restaurant. When Gu Wanwan reached out to stop him, she raised her hand and swept it away. She pushed Gu Wanwan and staggered.

Gu Wanwan's mouth twitched.

He glanced at Mo Qing's back, and was about to touch a stone with his eggs, but this time, Jiang Ke, who was pacing up, glanced at him sideways, raised his hand to block him, and shook him away again.

Gu Wanwan's arms were numb from the shock.

Rubbing his arms, Gu Wanwan glanced at the two "robbers" and hissed.

——No matter.

Inside the restaurant.

Mo Qing took a step inside and paused.

There was an old man sitting in front of the dining table. He looked like he was in his early sixties, with shiny black hair and a vigorous look that did not look old. He was wearing a tattered coat and was holding a glass of wine in his hand.
To be continued...