Mo Qing had a meat bun in his mouth and got into the car expressionlessly.

Peng Ren diligently closed the door for her.

Mo Qing originally didn't want to talk to Peng Ren, but what Peng Ren said after getting in the car caught her attention: "Miss Mo, I found out the purpose of Wen Yingxue coming to the No. 1 High School Affiliated."

After taking a bite of the meat bun, Mo Qing raised his eyes and said, "Tell me."

Peng Ren drove the car, cleared his throat, and spoke in a pretentious manner: "She came here for a centuries-old prescription."

"Um."

"You know?"

"Know a little bit."

"Then do you know the legend about the prescription?"

"Um."

"Okay." Peng Ren was a little disappointed. He felt that his information was greatly compromised. He sighed in his heart, "Liang Xuzhi was looking for a prescription. Wen Yingxue wanted to become his teacher, so she took the initiative to help find the whereabouts of the prescription. She was looking for it.

The prescription is to submit a name certificate."

"Apprenticeship?"

"Yes." Pengren Chicken nodded as if pecking at rice, "Let me tell you this -"

Mo Qing looked forward and reminded: "Watch the road."

"Oh." Peng Ren quickly turned his head straight and said seriously, "In the field of traditional Chinese medicine now, there are two competing forces. One is the Imperial City Wen Family, and the other is the Miracle Doctor Village."

Mo Qing tilted his head and asked, "Wen Yingxue wants to join the Miracle Doctor Village?"

"Yes. As an adopted daughter, although she is a rare genius, she is suppressed by the direct lineage. She is just a tool to assist the direct lineage. With her talents, she has a bright future by joining the Miracle Doctor Village."

"Isn't she a C-level doctor from EMO? Wouldn't it be better to choose Western medicine?"

"Maybe," Peng Ren said with a more solemn expression, his tone full of admiration for Wen Yingxue, "Western medicine is her retreat in the Miracle Doctor Village."

Mo Qing raised her eyebrows.

Don't be afraid of too many ways back.

Being squeezed out of the Wen family, Wen Yingxue only engaged in Western medicine and her development was limited, so she wanted to use the Miracle Doctor Village as a support. Give her a few more years to develop in EMO. If there is any dispute with the Miracle Doctor Village afterwards, then EMO will be her retreat.

Every step was planned by her.

"She has great potential in EMO. Just last month, Mr. Jiang put her on the list of key talents for training." Peng Ren has a smooth mouth and talks about everything.

Mo Qing said nothing.

Peng Ren continued: "It is really not easy for Wen Yingxue to enter the Miracle Doctor Village. According to my investigation, there is no precedent for the Miracle Doctor Village to accept outsiders as disciples. If Wen Yingxue makes an exception, it will be a precedent. I don't know if there will be successors.

"

"Do you know the Miracle Doctor Village?"

"Ah?" Peng Ren blinked in confusion, "I found it online, does it count?"

"..." Mo Qing asked again, "Where are the clues to the prescription?"

Peng Ren was asked about his knowledge blind spot again: "I don't know about this either..."

He had previously heard that Mo Qing was interested in Wen Yingxue coming to the No. 1 High School Affiliated, so he investigated the purpose of Wen Yingxue's transfer. As for the rest, he knew about it incidentally.

Mo Qing finished the meat buns that were almost cold.

"Miss Mo." Peng Ren called timidly.

Mo Qing stared at him.

"I'm really sorry about the snowman. Maybe Mr. Jiang doesn't like others making fun of him, so..." Peng Ren paused, "How about we pile him up at the gate of the community when you get out of school today?

"

Peng Ren's suggestion was enough for Peng Zhong to execute him on the spot.

Mo Qing smiled lightly and said, "No need."

The snowman she built was not Jiang Carving.

Peng Ren asked nervously: "Then are you still angry?"

Mo Qing: "No birth."

Peng Ren breathed a sigh of relief.

*

On this day, the weather improved.

It was getting dark, and Mo Qing stood under the tree in front of the teaching building. She put the Bluetooth headset into her left ear and listened to a professor's lecture on modern history inside, with a calm expression.

Song Yiyuan asked her to wait for him downstairs after school.

Not long after, two figures walked out of the teaching building.

She looked up and saw Song Yiyuan and Jing Su.

"You two, what do you want from me?" Mo Qing glanced around, not knowing why.

"Please come to my house for a meal." Song Yiyuan dangled the keychain in his hand, "My cooking skills are not bad."

Mo Qing looked at Jingsu.

Jingsu shrugged his shoulders, expressing his ignorance.

This morning, Jing Su found Song Yiyuan and said that as long as Song Yiyuan confirmed his relationship with Song Jianghe, he could tell Song Yiyuan everything he knew.

Song Yiyuan did not confirm it urgently at that time. He hesitated for a while and then told him that he would invite him home for a meal in the evening.

Later, he said that he would bring Mo Qing with him.

"Are you going?" Song Yiyuan hooked his finger on the key ring and asked Mo Qing with a smile.

Mo Qing raised his eyelids and responded: "Go."

She wanted to see what Song Yiyuan wanted to do.

*

Song Yiyuan asked Mo Qing and Jing Su to get in the car, and then drove away from the campus.

In order to facilitate commuting to and from get off work, he lives in a community near the school.

It's only a ten minute drive.

After a while, Song Yiyuan drove the car into the community. However, Jing Su, who was sitting in the back seat, had a slightly strange expression. He looked at the rows of trees outside the window with incomprehensible eyes.

Song Yiyuan parked the car in the parking lot, then led Mo Qing and Jing Su into the elevator.

Jingsu looked more and more uncomfortable.

Finally, when Song Yiyuan walked out of the elevator and went straight to a certain door, Jing Su finally blurted out: "This is——"

"The place where Song Jianghe lived before." Song Yiyuan unlocked the door with his fingerprint, and when he pushed the door open, he looked back at Jing Su, "He brought you here?"

"Um."

Jingsu hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Song Yiyuan found two pairs of clean slippers for them both, and then let them sit wherever they wanted.

Jingsu looked around at this familiar arrangement, his eyes darkened slightly.

Generally speaking, it has not changed. It is still the same layout as when Song Jianghe lived. There are just a few more photos of Song Yiyuan and Song Jianghe. They had a good relationship from childhood to youth.

Song Yiyuan took off his coat, hung it up, rolled up his sleeves, and asked the two of them: "What do you want to eat?"

When he rolled up his sleeves, he had an indescribable dignity, not like someone who was going to cook, but like someone who was operating.

Mo Qing replied: "No choice."

Jingsu said: "Everything is fine."

"I'll show you my hand." Song Yiyuan smiled and snapped his fingers.

While he was preparing, Mo Qing had already walked to his refrigerator and raised his hand to open the refrigerator door.

Song Yiyuan stretched out his hand to stop him: "Hey——"

It's too late.

A row of yogurt fell from above and hit Mo Qing on the head. Mo Qing raised his eyebrows and reached out to grab the row of yogurt.

This is not the one she likes.

After glancing at the refrigerator with slight disgust, Mo Qing looked at the refrigerator again and was shocked by the food stuffed inside.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and Mo Qing turned around: "Are you a hamster?"

"It's not easy for me either, okay." Song Yiyuan sighed, "They were all gifts from Huos. In his mind, I just have an image of being indifferent to food and limbs, so every time he comes over, he is afraid that I will be hungry.

Like hell, I will buy a lot of things."

"..."

It's something "Papa Huo" can do.

Mo Qing glanced around, took two bottles of drinks and a box of strawberries, looked at the row of yogurt in his hand, thought about it, and then took it to share with Jing Su.

"You two are familiar?" Jingsu took the yogurt and looked at the two of them.

Mo Qing didn't even raise his eyelids: "Not familiar."

"Aren't we familiar with each other yet?" Song Yiyuan disagreed with Mo Qing's statement and shook his head, "This semester, you are the student who has made me spend the most time thinking about you."

Mo Qing glanced at him and had different opinions, but still did not refute him.

As an observer, it is unfair for Song Yiyuan to say this.
To be continued...