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

I came again, but when I went downstairs, I noticed a dark green corner of the half-closed door in the living room.He stepped lightly, pushed the door and walked in.

The writer of mystery novels was falling asleep on the sofa, and Qiao Rulai saw the matcha-colored blanket slipping to the ground at some point.Qiao Rulai gently picked up the blanket, unfolded it and placed it on the man again.

They were so close at that moment.Closer than at any time in my previous life.Qiao Rulai's gaze seems to be attracted by something again, and she refuses to move away, nor does she want to give up this kind of closeness that seems to be stolen——

"Ding Dong"

A slight wind chime sounded.The man's eyelashes moved and then opened.

"Pretty Tathagata?"

He straightened up abruptly, the movement was so big that people worried about his lumbar spine: "——you fell asleep."

"Sleep for a while." Mo Cangli said as he pushed the blanket away and sat up, his hair was a little messy, but he didn't realize it, "Who hung the wind chime?"

"...Probably the professor of underworld medicine?"

"Excessive." Mo Cangli said, "Did you bring the information?"

"Yes." Qiao Rulai quickly found it out of her bag, "Here are all the materials on your book list."

Mo Cangli took it over: "Thank you."

For a moment, Qiao Rulai felt that she had heard wrong.Mo Cangli had already read those materials, he stood there, his mouth was dry for some reason: "Excuse me, is there anything else that needs help?"

"No."

...so, maybe this is a good ending.

Qiao Tathagata thought about it, and said cautiously: "Then I'll go first."——but added again, "You can find me if you have anything to do."

Before he reached the door, Mo Cangli stopped him:

"How did you interpret those two murals in the end?"

"There are two murals in the temple, the one on the west wall depicts the battle between the heaven and man and Shura, the heaven and man are defeated by Shura, and the one on the east wall, the lotus flowers are scattered, and Shura sits in the middle, half of the heaven and man in disguise , is a metaphor for the boundless power of Buddhism." Qiao Rulai said the description he wrote at the beginning of the thesis, "...this is my idea."

Perhaps a cloud drifted past somewhere, and the suddenly dimmed light made it difficult to discern Mo Cangli's expression.Facing such an answer, the mystery novelist just commented on four words: "Too simple."

"The dissertation doesn't need more stories. It's your job to craft stories that are believable enough."

Mo Cangli watched him from the other side of the room.For a brief moment, Qiao Rulai felt that the other party seemed to say something, but this was not Mo Cangli's style.He always hides his purpose very deeply, and rarely asks for anything. The only time he took the initiative——

Qiao Rulai cut off her thoughts.After saying goodbye to the owner of the house, he opened the door and left.

9. Lovesickness

lovesickness

After the holiday, everything was supposed to be back on track, but Qiao Rulai seemed to have made up her mind to lock herself in the room without knowing what she was busy with every day.Xiaokong, who was busy working in a band in the Demon World, didn't go home during the summer vacation. When he came back from Skype, he found that only his little brother was at home: "Where's big brother?"

"He's busy." Yin Yan said.

"Isn't this summer vacation? His professor's instructions are really ruthless."

"It doesn't seem to be the professor's business. After the holiday, the eldest brother will be locked in the house and work every day..."

"What's going on?" Xiao Kong frowned.

"He said he was going to finish a painting."

"painting?"

"It's a semester homework." Yin Yan was also somewhat distressed, "You know, if the elder brother doesn't want to say anything, he can't ask at all."

Xiao Kong also knew that although his younger brother was quite straightforward, he was always the one who was brought over by his elder brother in a few words, so he simply didn't make things difficult for him, and directly knocked his father on the line after putting down the phone.

What is brother doing recently?

Naturally, a lot of excited stickers and exclamations popped up in the reply letter, as well as concerned greetings. ——It was because of this that Xiao Kong, who never contacted Shi Yanwen unless it was important, talked nonsense with a dark face. Fortunately, Dad Shi also probably knew where his son's endurance limit was, and he was more or less serious in the end Reply:

Don't worry, Jingzhong will definitely be able to handle his own problems.

"Who's worried!"

Xiaokong simply threw the phone back on the bed, not realizing that his behavior perfectly explained what is arrogant.

On the other hand, in Central Plains, Shi Yanwen was first touched by the family love that the second child rarely showed for a long time, and then decided to finish work early today and go home to talk to the eldest son.

Even so, it was already after dinner when he got home.As usual, Yinyan went to Jian Wuji's house next door to play online games, but the kitchen was cleaned up, only the door of Qiao Tathagata's room was still closed.Shi Yanwen went to the refrigerator and found the frozen barley tea, then knocked on the door of the eldest son:

"Faithful? Can Dad come in?"

After a while, Qiao Rulai opened the door—his half-length hair was tied up at the back, and he was wearing a painted apron. He couldn't help but look a little embarrassed: "I didn't mean to close the door and not come out. Please come in."

Shi Yanwen walked into Qiao Rulai's room, before putting down his drink, he saw the painting on the table. The person in the painting was wearing a tall crown and wearing a green shirt. At first glance, he looked like a frail scholar, but he was holding a sword in his hand. An ancient bronze sword, leaning against a blood-colored withered tree, with colored glaze falling between the branches——

This scene was inexplicably familiar, but Shi Yanwen was only a little dazed, so he no longer pursued this illusion.He handed the glass of barley tea to Qiao Rulai: "The painting is really good. When I was a child, I sent you to learn painting. From the beginning, I wanted you to make more friends. I didn't expect Jingzhong to be so powerful before I knew it."

"No, it's still very jerky," Qiao Rulai shook her head, "I can't capture his charm yet..."

"This person is quite familiar." Shi Yanwen looked at the outline of the person in the painting again, "Wait, is this person a friend of Mr. Xinghua that day? That Mr. Mo Cangli?"

Qiao Rulai nodded.

Shi Yanwen stared at her child for a moment, then smiled slightly: "It seems that Jingzhong has a very good relationship with this Mr. Mo."

"Just been his assistant for a while."

"assistant?"

"It's a task assigned by the professor."

Shi Yanwen looked back and forth between the picture scroll and Qiao Rulai's slightly flushed face with great interest: "I don't know when you became so familiar with him."

"Not very familiar either."

Shi Yanwen smiled slightly, feeling strangely mixed emotions of relief and disappointment: "What kind of person is Mr. Mo? Tell me about him."

Qiao Tathagata hesitated for a moment, but she continued to talk briefly - the initial request from the doctor of the underworld, the encounter in the temple, the bowl of plain noodles shared, the commission from the professor, the discussion on the murals... Shi Yanwen listened, and already had something in her heart. Probably, but still deliberately said:

"If the professor's task is unreasonable, you can refuse it. If it's inconvenient for you, I can help you..."

"No." Qiao Rulai immediately became nervous, "I'm not unwilling, it's just..."

"only?"

Qiao Tathagata fell silent, as if she couldn't find anything to answer for a while.

"Mr. Mo is a powerful person, but also a difficult person to get along with. In my opinion, people who are not allowed by him may not be able to approach his private area easily." Shi Yanwen said, patting the young man's overly tense shoulders , "Don't worry about anything, just do what you want. Maybe, the other party also expects you to visit again?"

Qiao Rulai raised her head, obviously a little surprised, but Shi Yanwen easily changed the subject: "Okay, have you had dinner just now?"

"Not yet." Qiao Rulai blushed.

"It's just right, we father and son go out for supper together. Don't keep staring at the painting, be careful that the painting will be out of shape at the end!" Shi Yanwen couldn't help but pull Qiao Rulai out.

In fact, the next day, the doctor of the underworld made a special call to find Qiaorulai. When he came up, his voice was still a little distressed: "Qiaorulai, have you been busy recently? It should be okay since you are on vacation?"

"I don't have anything important to do,"—except for the painting that is about to be completed, Qiao Rulai thought, "Is there something urgent for you?"

"Hey, I'm really sorry to call you, it's about my friend... I'm going to attend an academic conference in another city in two days, and the student I found to help water the water is temporarily unable to go," said Dr. As I said this, I felt guilty, "I've troubled you before, I'm sorry to trouble you again this time... But I see, that guy Cangli likes you very much. I went to him two days ago and asked me about you. situation……"

Qiao Rulai stood there with the phone receiver in her hand, thinking that if her father heard this sentence, she might smile and pat her head - yesterday's sentence was also to some extent to the point.

"Of course, if Qiao Tathagata has anything else to do, don't force it, don't be polite to me," said the doctor of the underworld very embarrassedly, "after all, his home is too far away from yours, and it's so hot now... "

In the previous life whose memory has been worn away by a long time, Qiao Tathagata once imagined that if there were no turmoil in this world, what would he, his father, younger brother, and master be like?Maybe the father doesn't have to bear it, Xiaokong doesn't have to be sacrificed, and the master doesn't have to suffer from the heavy weight on the glass tree.No love, parting, no demands, no resentment, no resentment, peace and joy, everything is complete.

And now they are in such a world.

The doctor of the underworld said, don't force it.

My father said, just do what you want.

Now he has a choice.He can choose to see Mo Cangli or not, without a chaotic martial arts around him