After the holiday, the flu seems to be gradually leaving, and everything is back on track.
Qu Mojing has good grades and is the No. 1 Scholar in Yanjing City. She is a celebrity in her first year of high school, and she is good-looking. She doesn't like to play with her classmates on weekdays. Apart from reading books, she does questions quietly.
The content of high school is a little more complicated, but for Qu Mojing, who has learned it for the second time, it is already simple. And she has long thought about what she wants to learn in the future, and she will also take time to read books related to her major. She has accumulated enough in the past life, and now she can only revisit it. Many of the books were in original English, leaving her class dumbfounded.
Although some people with pantothenic acid think she is pretentious, pretending to be arrogant and ignoring others, but more of them are envious. What's more, boys at this age are always eager to move, and there is such a classmate in the class, which naturally becomes their favorite object. When Lin Qinghan came to Qu Mojing for dinner, he had already met several boys who gave gifts and struck up a conversation.
On this day, she stood outside Qu Mojing's classroom and looked in. After class, there were basically not many people left in the get out of class, and most of them had already left. Those who stayed in the classroom basically brought meals.
Qu Mojing was sitting in the third row, looking up at a tall, thin and fair boy in front of him. He held a box of things shyly in front of Qu Mojing and was talking to him.
This person, Lin Qinghan, also knows that it seems to be Xiao Yancheng, who entered the high school with the second best grade in the city. At the opening ceremony, Qu Mojing rejected the proposal to speak on the stage, and he was the one who delivered the speech on behalf of the freshmen.
Xiao Yancheng is very handsome and has a bookish air. He is a very clean boy. At that time, the speech was written with outstanding literary style and a good voice, which won the hearts of many girls, and was also a school-level character.
Not knowing what they said, Qu Mojing smiled slightly, which made Lin Qinghan feel unspeakable. After staying with Qu Mo for so long, she actually knew her very well. Looking at Wen Wen, she was actually a little cold. Except with She Jiayi, she seldom smiled at people, let alone the boys who chatted up.
She didn't like her smiling at Xiao Yancheng, looking at the delicate box, she even looked forward to Qu Mojing's rejection, this unfamiliar taste was sour and astringent, it was really uncomfortable.
But she felt that she was making trouble unreasonably. Qu Mojing is so good, isn't it normal that someone likes her.
The people inside were still talking, but Lin Qinghan didn't look anymore, and she didn't go in either, she just leaned outside the classroom with a condensed expression and silence. She was very good-looking, just leaned there like this, and the people who provoked kept looking there, but the coldness also made people timid.
"Thank you for your kindness, but I don't like sweets, I'm sorry." Qu Mojing is no longer a little girl, Xiao Yancheng is very clear to her, she doesn't think she will have the heart to have a game with a 16- or 17-year-old boy Adolescent love, decisively refused.
Xiao Yancheng was a little stunned, but he quickly reacted: "It's me who didn't think carefully, what do you like?"
Qu Mojing smiled: "I probably like to study." After she finished speaking, she looked at the empty doorway and frowned, "I have an appointment with a friend for lunch, thank you for the biscuits, but don't spend any money in the future."
Standing up and seeing the figure leaning against the window, he was stunned and walked out quickly.
I don't know what Lin Qinghan was thinking, she came out by herself, and she still leaned there in a daze with a dignified expression.
"Why didn't you go in here?" Qu Mojing was a little helpless, and called people back to God in the past.
Lin Qinghan turned his head and glanced at the window again: "I saw that you were talking to someone, so I didn't bother."
Qu Mosheng raised his eyebrows: "Don't bother, just call me directly when you come. What are you doing outside in such a cold station?"
Lin Qinghan felt a little bored because of this natural sentence. The two walked to the cafeteria side by side. Lin Qinghan held back for a long time before asking in a low voice, "Does that boy like you?"
Qu Mojing froze for a moment, her expression a little depressed. In her opinion, everyone around was children, and being confessed by a high school boy was very strange to her.
Seeing that Qu Mojing's expression was wrong, Lin Qinghan was inexplicably impatient: "Do you like him?"
Qu Mojing:…
"I don't like it. Although this kind of thing is understandable, and the budding of emotions in adolescence is all green and beautiful, but now it's still too young, so you must focus on your studies." Qu Mojing said seriously, staring at Lin Qinghan and chuckling. Said: "Our Qinghan is also a beautiful embryo, do you have a crush on your boy?"
Lin Qinghan's pale face was a little pink, and she shook her head firmly: "I won't fall in love early, they... are too troublesome." Thinking of the male classmate who always put breakfast on her table without a word, her tone was a little cold.
"Trouble? What happened?" Qu Mojian frowned, fearing that she would be bullied by those hormonal and childish boys again.
When Lin Qinghan finished speaking, she chuckled lightly: "Just talk to him. If it doesn't interest you, just refuse. Over time, the enthusiasm will fade."
Lin Qinghan didn't quite understand, but she nodded, and the depression in her chest had been swept away. Listening to Qu Mojing's words, she definitely didn't like those naive boys.
Qu Mojing and She Jiayi are not in the same class, but the three of them will tacitly meet downstairs for dinner. Sitting in the cafeteria, She Jiayi looked at them with a frown: "Oh, our homeroom teacher is busy with things all day long. The math teacher is the grade teacher, who is even more powerful than the homeroom teacher. I've had a hard time."
After she finished speaking, she looked at Qu Mojing enviously, and complained: "Where is it like you, you are relaxed and comfortable every day, and there is a little daughter-in-law who will never leave you."
"Cough... cough" Lin Qinghan didn't swallow a mouthful of rice, and he coughed immediately, and hurriedly covered his mouth in embarrassment. Qu Mojing hurriedly took out a tissue and handed it to her, smoothed it over her back, and gave She Jiayi a cold look: "You wash the dishes at noon."
After Lin Qinghan recovered, his face was flushed with coughing, his eyes were watery, and tears came out.
"Are you okay?" Qu Mo asked with a frown seeing her coughing so fiercely.
"No, it's fine."
She Jiayi was crying there, but with a smirk in her eyes, she finally went to wash the dishes obediently.
The evening self-study at Yanjing Affiliated Middle School was going to be at 8:30. After class, Lin Yan was already waiting at home. Seeing them come back and take the schoolbags for them, he greeted them with a warm smile: "You're tired from class, I'm hot water. It's already cooked, and you can take a shower in a while. I simmered a little black chicken soup in the pot, Mojing, Han'er, go and drink some, I deliberately absorbed the oil, so it won't be very greasy. "
She lives here, although she said she wants to collect rent, but she is very clear that Qu Mojing's family is helping her mother and daughter, so her salary is not only saved and returned to the Qu family, but the rest is used in Made food for the two kids.
Qu Mojing has a very good impression of Lin Yan, a woman who has been honed by the waste of life. Although her face is no longer young, she is not infected with the philistine and scheming of a small citizen. When she and Lin Qinghan depended on each other, they were frugal and even reluctant to buy vegetables indiscriminately. But coming here, even if the salary is not too much, after she and Lin Qinghan came back, the soup and fruits and vegetables have never been less.
Even if you are grateful, for a diligent and thrifty person, even if you give her money, you can't avoid planning carefully, but now you spend your own money without mentioning anything, which makes Qu Mojing respect her very much.
When the two of them washed their hands and came out, there were already two bowls of chicken soup on the table in the restaurant. The chicken soup with oily froth was cleared away was very clear. It should have been boiled for time, and the steaming heat brought out an attractive aroma. There are some wolfberry floating in a bowl of chicken soup, and a bowl is very clean.
Lin Qinghan consciously sat in the bowl with wolfberry. Qu Mojing didn't like the taste of wolfberry. In order to nourish, Lin Yan still added wolfberry, but it was carefully separated when serving the soup.
"Thank you Auntie Lin, have you drunk it yet?" Qu Mosheng smelled the chicken soup and turned to ask Lin Yan. Lin Qinghan also looked up at his mother.
Lin Yan smiled and said, "You drink first, I'm not in a hurry." Then he went into the kitchen and brought a rice cake, which he put on the table.
"You guys are easy to get hungry in class. This rice cake is made fresh, and it's easy to digest. If you're hungry, just put it up."
The smell of chicken soup was still there, and it added a sweet taste of rice cakes. Qu Mojing, who was used to keeping healthy at an old age, couldn't hold back, so he took a piece and put it in his mouth. The steamed rice cake is fragrant and sweet, soft and sweet, and the surface is sprinkled with sesame seeds.
After eating, she lowered her head and took another sip of chicken soup. The slightly hot chicken soup was delicious and mellow, and the salty taste did not conflict with the sweetness left by the rice cake. Qu Mojing had already tasted many delicacies, but it was this homely taste. , make her like it even more.
The food cooked by Aunt Huang is very delicious, but the taste is heavy, but Lin Yan's cooking skills are not inferior to that of Aunt Huang, and the taste is light and not dull, which is very suitable for the taste of qu and ink.
She ate rice cakes and drank chicken soup until she felt a little full and raised her head, she saw Lin Qinghan holding half a piece of rice cakes, looking at her with a smile in her eyes. When Lin Yan saw that she finally stopped, she also laughed: "Mo Sheng likes to eat this, then I will try to make more."
"I like it too." Lin Qinghan smirked, took a bite of the rice cake, and when he looked at Qu Mojing, there was a hint of doting that she hadn't noticed.
Qu Mojing looked at a plate of rice cakes and ate three pieces by himself. It was a little unnatural, but he politely said: "Aunt Lin, these cakes are quite troublesome, you don't need to make them often."
"It doesn't bother me. I didn't have the energy or the mind to do this before. Qinghan followed me and ate less. Now that you have time to spare, you also like to eat. It's not a problem to do more." Speaking of this, she was grateful again. Mo Sheng felt ashamed of Lin Qinghan again.
When Qu Mojing heard this and understood her mood, she laughed: "Then I'll have a feast."
The three of them sat on the table, with a bowl of chicken soup and a piece of rice cake, chatting while eating. Although they didn't talk much, it was a rare warmth at night.
After that desperate evening, Lin Qinghan, who met Qu Mojing, felt that her life had been turned upside down, and the beauty was a mess. From this year, Lin Qinghan could not have imagined in the past ten years. Although she owed Qu Mojing, she Life has never been so hard, at least she thought she had come out of the quagmire completely and bathed in sunshine. But Qu Mojing is always pressing on one thing, everything seems to be peaceful and beautiful, but one semester of high school has ended, which means that the biggest catastrophe in Lin Qinghan's life is about to begin.
One night in March 2010, Lin Qinghan and Qu Mojing went home from school as usual. Along the way, Lin Qinghan felt inexplicably uneasy, and the steps upstairs became larger. When I knocked on the door, the person who came to open the door quickly in the past did not move or hear a sound.
"Mom, we're back." Lin Qinghan quickly knocked on the door a few times, but there was still no response. Her expression changed suddenly, and before she had time to say anything, Qu Mosheng immediately took out the key and opened the door.
The lights in the room were still on, but Lin Yan was not seen. Lin Qinghan quickly rushed into Lin Yan's room. Lin Yan lay motionless on the ground, while a medicine bottle rolled aside beside her.
Lin Qinghan only felt that his head was buzzing, and his head was cold to his feet. He staggered and rushed over and quickly turned Lin Yan over, calling for mother, but his voice was blocked.
Under the lamp, Lin Yan had his eyes closed, his face was purple, and his lips were cyanotic. Qu Mosheng immediately took out his mobile phone and quickly dialed 120. The phone was connected and handed to Lin Qinghan: "Calm down, answer the phone and quickly tell the doctor the address and your mother's medical history."
As she said that, she quickly laid Lin Yan flat, unbuttoned her clothes, and quickly listened to her heartbeat. Recalling the first aid knowledge he had learned before, he quickly pressed Lin's cigarette butt back to keep his airway open, and then immediately started cardiopulmonary resuscitation.
Lin Qinghan's hands trembled so badly, she managed to regain her sanity from the initial panic, and quickly reported the address. The doctor over there asked about the patient's condition. She stared blankly at Lin Yan with a terrifying face: "She has no heartbeat, and her face is so ugly."
Seeing that she was about to collapse, Qu Mojing quickly shouted over there: "Send an ambulance right away. The patient has asthma and is not breathing and beating now. I'm doing CPR for her, please hurry up!"
Lin Qinghan only felt that her ears were roaring, all the cells in her body were clamoring for her to respond, but she just couldn't move, everything around seemed to be a black and white movie, only the movement of Qu Mojing's pressing force was in front of her. is playing.
She didn't know when she took it, and the machine listened to Qu Mojing's instructions to press Lin Yan, and she didn't know when the ambulance arrived and sent Lin Yan to the hospital.
When she regained her senses, she stood blankly outside the emergency room of the emergency department, staring blankly as the doctors and nurses quickly passed in front of her, the electrocardiogram and the ventilator were all sent in. And at this moment, she was held in Qu Mojing's arms, her whole body was shaking, her face was as pale as a ghost.
Qu Mojing frowned, her eyes full of unbearable and distressed. The girl's weak body could feel trembling through the cotton coat, her face was pale, and her hands were cold. She was shaking so badly that if it wasn't for her support, I'm afraid she wouldn't be able to stand still.
After a long time, there was a look in her eyes, but it was a deep panic and helplessness. Her lips were bloodless, she turned her head to look at Qu Mojing, and asked her tremblingly, "Mojing, what should I do, what should I do?"
Her voice was very low, as if she had no strength to speak, and she trembled with extreme sadness. She didn't seem to want an answer, but she didn't know how to get rid of the fear in her heart, so she could only ask in vain.
Qu Mosheng hugged her tightly and touched her sweaty hair: "It's alright, don't be afraid, it will be fine."
Qu Mojing looked at the door of the emergency room, her heart was very heavy, what she was most worried about was Lin Yan's body, and she often told her to prepare medicine before. Because in the last life, Lin Yan seemed to be gone. That is, after Lin Yan's death, Kong Yixiang found out that his son was not his own, so he took Lin Qinghan, who was an orphan, back to the Kong family.
She can help Lin Qinghan avoid the harm brought to her by the outside world, but there is too little she can do in the event of life and death.
The person in his arms finally couldn't bear it any longer. He gritted his teeth and cried there. The suppressed and endured cry made Qu Mojing's heart aches. It was said that she became friends with Lin Qinghan, but she lived so many years after all. In her eyes, Lin Qinghan was both the one who handed her a life-saving straw when she was desperate, and the well-behaved girl who now relies on her.