Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 148 A Hundred Years Ago [05] Jiang Ke Takes the Initiative to Be a Substitute
There were quite a few people in the yard, including cast and crew.

Hearing the sound of the heavy object falling to the ground, everyone's attention was attracted one after another, and after that, their expressions became more exciting than each other.

The one who fell was the screenwriter, Cao Xinsheng.

"Editor Cao, are you okay!"

Immediately, people surrounded the past.

Cao Xinsheng was thrown out for no reason, and he was furious, but before he vented his anger, he saw many people around him, and he couldn't hold back his face for a while.

Cao Xinsheng held back his anger and looked behind the wooden pillar.

A young man grabbed the girl's wrist and dragged her away.

Cao Xinsheng memorized the youth's appearance and attire.

"It's okay, I accidentally fell."

Facing the inquiries from the group of people around him, Cao Xinsheng said hastily.

The unspoken rules, everyone knows it well.

However, if someone beats up a girl for molesting a girl, once such a thing is made public, it will be a joke for him.

Not much to say.

With the support of one person, Cao Xinsheng took a step, and immediately there was a sharp pain in his waist. He raised his hand to support his waist, and couldn't help but ouch twice, his expression was distorted.

Oh shit.

Cao Xinsheng cursed in his heart.

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the other side.

Jiang Ke dragged Mo Qing to a corner, his face was expressionless, and his brows were filled with anger.

"Aren't you usually very capable, and you can still be taken advantage of by such a coward?" Jiang Ke asked coldly.

Mo Qing didn't reply, just glanced at the wrist that was being grabbed by him, and said softly: "Release."

Hearing the sound, Jiang Ke's hand not only did not loosen, but gripped it tighter.

Mo Qing didn't break free.

She paused, as if the matter did not exist, and looked at Jiang Ke in front of her: "Why are you here?"

Jiang Ke's clothes were changed, long clothes and trousers, more casual, and a peaked cap, clean and eye-catching, without any sign of "picking up trash".

Jiang Ke's eyebrows were still gloomy: "Delivery."

"Is there any food left?" Mo Qing happened to be hungry.

"..."

Jiang Ke, who was originally full of displeasure, was choked up by her nonsensical question. For a moment, he had no choice but to suppress his displeasure and irritability.

5 minute later.

Mo Qing sat on Jiang Ke's small broken van, holding a boxed meal in his hand.

Three talents, fried pork with green peppers, Chinese cabbage and shredded potatoes.

The taste is very average.

After taking two sips, Jiang Ke sat in the driver's seat and handed over a bottle of unscrewed water: "Here."

He's clearly not feeling better.

Mo Qing took the water, and when he saw Jiang Ke slam the car door, he stuffed a cigarette into his mouth, not intending to eat.

She asked, "Have you nothing to eat?"

Glancing at her sideways, Jiang Ke said, "It's in your hands."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Ke pressed the lighter and lit the cigarette.At the same time, all the windows in the car were lowered, and the damp air beat in, blowing away the smell of smoke.

Mo Qing understood.

The crew ordered takeaways per head, and Mo Qing didn't work in the crew, so she forgot to count her in, so she didn't get the free box lunch.

Jiang Ke delivered a takeaway, in addition to earning some money for running errands, there was also a meal.

Now give it to ink.

Mo Qing looked down at the lunch box in his hand, and said, "I'll save half for you."

"No need." Jiang Ke's tone was a bit cold.

Holding the cigarette between his fingers, he rested his elbow on the door of the car, and a wisp of white smoke was blown away without blowing into the car.

Mo Qing took a mouthful of food, swallowed it, and chatted with him: "Are you short of money too?"

"also?"

Jiang Ke noticed her words.

Thinking of the bank card balance, Mo Qing avoided answering directly, but asked: "Then you are trying to get close to the crew?"

Jiang Ke paused slightly, then nodded: "En."

Mo Qing asked with interest: "Who is the target?"

Without concealing anything, Jiang engraved every single word: "Cao Xinsheng."

Mo Qing was puzzled: "Who?"

I don't know who it is, and I was taken advantage of by someone?

"Take a look at your business card." Jiang Ke reminded in an unhappy tone.

His tone was really not good.

However, after Mo Qing took out the business card that the screenwriter gave her from her pocket, she understood.

Screenwriter: Cao Xinsheng.

"Oh." Mo Qing figured it out, "You came after Cao Xinsheng from the very beginning. Why?"

"Why?" Jiang Ke, whose eyes fell out of the window, suddenly turned his head when he heard the sound, his eyes were sharp, "Can't you guess?"

guessed.

Mo Qing didn't answer, but lowered his head to pick up the rice.

Jiang Ke wants to know the story of her and Jiang Yan.

Since the screenwriter is based on their stories, they are naturally the closest to the truth.

However, the two of them have different intentions to find Cao Xinsheng, but the purpose is the same.

While Mo Qing was eating, Jiang Yan finished smoking a cigarette.

When he finished his last bite, Mo Qing inserted his chopsticks into the middle of the lunch box, and wanted to get out of the car to leave, but at the same time, Jiang Ke threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray, closed the window, and locked the door.

Mo Qing turned his head and cast his gaze at him.

In an instant, the situation changed, and the big raindrops fell on the car window, smudged drop by drop, washing away the dust and stains on the car, and there was a layer of winding water curtain on the car glass.

"It's raining." Jiang Ke said.

The deep voice may be slightly hoarse due to smoking, but it is more magnetic.

After that, he met Mo Qing's eyes and said, "Let's go when the rain is lighter."

The van stopped five meters away from the gate of the house.

As long as Mo Qing thinks about it, he can arrive in two seconds.

However, Mo Qing didn't move, but let out an "um" and continued to sit in the passenger seat.

Waiting for the sudden heavy rain to pass.

The sound of the rain outside was somewhat covered by the car windows, and the sound of the beating rain seemed to be coming from afar. It was muffled, dense but not harsh, and on the contrary, it made the tranquility of the car even better.

They were silent, neither of them spoke.

Although they are separated by a very short distance, they seem to be in two worlds.

Time passed little by little.

a long time.

Jiang Ke finally spoke: "Mo Qing."

"Ah."

"Is there a big gap between me and him?"

Mo Qing looked forward, seeing the street in the heavy rain, and said calmly, "I don't know, I can't see through."

Jiang Ke laughed, but the humor was very light: "I can't see through it, or I don't understand it."

After a moment of silence, Mo Qing spoke again: "Actually, you are very similar to him."

"Where is it like?"

"Behavioral habits."

"Like the recipe I was assigned?"

"No." Mo Qing shook his head, "I believe that the recipes are arranged in a way that we are not aware of. But the recipes are all my favorite food."

Jiang Ke was startled: "Jiang Yan doesn't like it?"

Mo Qing shrugged: "I don't know, I haven't paid attention to this."

"..."

"I can't see through him either. In terms of diet, he has always followed my lead."

Moreover, she regards it as a habit.

I don't know since when, as long as the two eat together, Jiang Yan will always take her taste as the standard.

And she never paid attention to Jiang Yan's preferences.

Xu is that the environment of the town is special, Xu is this heavy rain, Mo Qing no longer keeps silent about the past with Jiang Yan.

Mo Qing continued: "He can also pretend."

"Same as you." Mo Qing tilted his head to look at Jiang Ke, "In front of his subordinates, he will always appear meticulous and omnipotent, because at the critical moment of life and death, he will become their belief."

After a long pause, Mo Qing's voice lowered: "But he doesn't do that in private."

Jiang Ke asked: "How?"

"..."

Vulnerable and alone.

Only she has seen it.

That man pretended all his life and became the god of war in everyone's eyes.

But peeling back that layer of skin, he is actually very ordinary.

only--

Even she is rare.

She also thought about how he would live in a peaceful and prosperous age.

After a long time, Mo Qing said, "I want to know too."

Jiang Ke was startled and didn't speak any more.

Knowing that he couldn't ask any more questions, Mo Qing let out his breath slowly, calmed down those messy emotions, and didn't ask any more.

Another few minutes passed.

The rain is gradually decreasing.

"Let's go first." Mo Qing said.

Jiang Ke suddenly said: "Give me the business card."

Mo Qing wondered for a moment: "What?"

Jiang Ke's eyes fell on her pocket.

Mo Qing took out Cao Xinsheng's business card from his pocket.

Business cards have become crumpled.

Jiang Ke glanced at the central armrest.

——He thinks it's dirty.

Strangely, Mo Qing guessed what Jiang Ke was thinking, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he threw his business card onto the central armrest.

Jiang Ke said, "Appoint you when we go out at night."

Mo Qing was suspicious: "How do you know that I have taken action?"

Jiang Ke replied: "Because we have the same purpose."

"..."

It seems to mean that.

The two of them tacitly no longer mentioned the matter just now.

Then, Jiang Ke unlocked it, Mo Qing opened the car door, and went back to the dilapidated house.

Jiang Ke watched her enter the door, and then drove away.

At this moment, the phone rang.

It's an unfamiliar phone call.

It was a brand new number, known only to the restaurant owner.

Jiang Ke hesitated and accepted.

"Little brother, I'm Director Du. I just met him on the set. I don't know if you have any impression?"

Jiang Ke thought of that serious Chinese character face.

Then he replied, "Yes."

"That's right, we need your help with something."

"You said."

"Something happened to the male lead of our crew, and he needs a substitute. Little brother, your body shape and temperament are similar to his, so I want to ask, are you free?"

Jiang Ke touched the back molars with the tip of his tongue, and suddenly smiled.

Just that kind of male protagonist...

Very good at touching porcelain.

However, what he said was: "How much?"

(End of this chapter)