"If you're lucky, you'll stay by the fire and chat. If it snows, go out and count the stars. Otherwise, you'll have to go out and block the road." Mo Qing said calmly. "If you're not lucky, you'll just stand guard, hold meetings, and draw pictures as usual.

, study how to fight."

Jiang Ke was startled: "Have you ever fought in a war?"

Mo Qing said with one hand: "Yeah."

"Isn't it about treating illnesses and saving lives?"

"You are forced to hold a scalpel." Mo Qing said, "A soldier who was injured on the front line is brought to you. Others are helpless, but you can save it. Can you ignore it?"

After speaking, Mo Qing added: "But if you only use a scalpel, you can save a group of people, but you cannot save a country."

Jiang Ke couldn't help but think of these hundred years of history.

In just a hundred years, this country has changed its appearance. At the very least, there is no need to worry about artillery fire and famine during the New Year. Instead, you can sit in front of the TV and watch the Spring Festival Gala with peace of mind.

These days that are so peaceful that they are so commonplace that they even make people feel boring, have been fought for by generations of people over the past hundred years.

Jiang Ke understands history, but he has always regarded it as history.

When Mo Qing came to her side, those histories became her past. A person's past is always easier to empathize with than a country's past.

Because people are alive, just like you.

"You and him..." Jiang Ke paused, and after a while, he continued, "How long have we known each other?"

"Hmm." Mo Qing raised his head and thought for a moment before replying, "Ten years."

She went through the most turbulent ten years with him.

From the destruction of the country and the destruction of the family to the rebuilding of hope, ten years were a past rooted in her flesh and blood. Therefore, when she saw the world today, she often suspected that it was a dream.

Jiang Ke seemed to sense her emotions.

It's strange that he can understand the confusion, loss, sadness, and the joy of witnessing the present, as if he also came from those years.

After a while, Jiang Ke suppressed those complicated emotions and asked again: "Is he different from you?"

"It's different." Mo Qing swung the fruit wine in her hand, raised her head and took a sip. After a while, she whispered, "Maybe, it's just me."

The Spring Festival Gala is coming to an end.

The host is counting down to 321, preparing to welcome the new year, and the atmosphere is joyful and noisy.

Mo Qing suddenly raised his head and looked into Jiang Ke's eyes. His bright black eyes flickered due to the beating of light and shadow, and the blurred outline of her figure was reflected in his pupils.

With his heart palpitating, Mo Qing put his palm to his side and naturally came closer to him.

The distance suddenly narrowed, allowing the breaths to sense each other. There was a faint scent of fruit wine in the air, fermenting in the ambiguous air, becoming rich and viscous little by little.

Their eyes intertwined and entangled, like a tangled web, getting tighter and tighter.

On the curtain, the host is shouting——

"1."

Fireworks exploded in clusters.

"Happy New Year."

Happy New Year.

Jiang Ke said in his heart, then lowered his head and kissed her lips.

No longer trying too lightly like last time, he stroked the back of her head and inserted his hands into her hair, kissing her softly and lingeringly, ambiguously and affectionately, as if they had been in love for a long time.

Even if it's just for a moment.

Even if it's just self-deception.

Just let him be him.

On this New Year's Eve, which was supposed to be spent alone, at this extremely ambiguous New Year's Eve moment, Jiang Ke abandoned all reason and sobriety, like a drunk and sinking person.

He hoped that time would stretch out every second.

So, time is short and long.

The moment the song ended, Jiang Ke suddenly woke up.

He raised his eyes, breathing heavily, and his breath fell on the side of her face. He kissed her earlobe and said in a hoarse voice, "I am not him."

Mo Qing said softly, "Hmm", her fingers slipped from the back of his neck, and she said softly: "You are not him."

She is obsessed but calm.

Turning his head slightly, Jiang Ke looked at Mo Qing's crimson face and looked into her clear eyes. His head stung. The indescribable pain made him almost unbearable.

He let go of her.

Obviously he didn't show much strangeness, but Mo Qing noticed something keenly. She put her hand on his wrist and frowned after two seconds: "Where is the medicine I gave you? Did Mrs. Chen give it to you?"

"

"threw."

Jiang Ke answered like this without even thinking about it.

It's like he's angry.

"Throw it away?" Mo Qing's tone suddenly turned cold.

There was nothing unusual about her unhappiness.

In an instant, the ambiguity that originally surrounded them completely disappeared without a trace, without even a chance to reflect on it.

"You deserve to be hurt to death."

As Mo Qing said this, he took out a medicine bottle from his pocket, poured two pills, and then reached out and pinched Jiang Ke's chin.

Her strength is not light at all.

Jiang Ke looked back at her, pursed his lips tightly.

She said angrily: "Open your mouth."

Jiang Mo didn't move and became stubborn.

"I want to feed you myself, right?" Mo Qing laughed, a bit irritable.

Although her tone was not very good, Mo Qing put the medicine into his mouth and kissed him on the lips. With her skillful skills, she easily pried open his lips and teeth and fed him the two medicines.

Then, evacuate easily.

She seems to be just taking medicine.

After swallowing the medicine, Jiang Ke became inexplicably angry and stared at her: "You..."

"What are you?" Mo Qing glared at him, "You look like a little daughter-in-law who was bullied. Did I just say something?"

Thinking of the scene just now, Jiang Ke took a breath and did not immediately reply to her.

After a while, he gave Mo Qing a meaningful look and said coldly: "You are quite skilled."

"..."

Mo Qing paused.

She turned her head away a little and looked at the Spring Festival Gala that ended at an unknown time. The light in the room was dim, but with the faint light, you could vaguely see a hint of red at the base of her ears.

It's not as calm and calm as it seems.

Jiang Ke stared at her for a long time.

Finally, after staring at Mo Qing unbearably, Mo Qing turned around impatiently and asked as if he was angry: "Are you okay?"

"..."

Jiang Ke was stunned for a moment.
Chapter completed!