Chapter 9: Why don't we move in together?

  Sitting in Qin Mo's car, I couldn't help but think back on how things had developed to this point.

  So we have to go back two days ago.

  Firstly, in Yan Lang's ward, Qin Mo signed for Zhou Yueyue.

  At that time, the mist outside the window had gradually dispersed, revealing a vast expanse of sky. Standing by the window, you could see that a section of the Yangtze River flowing through the entire city had entered its dry season, exposing a chaotic riverbed of sand and rocks, with some large pieces of trash that had sunk to the bottom of the river floating back up to the surface, forming a bright and mysterious landscape.

  In the middle of a small dam, several Hawaiian-style sun umbrellas were set up, and some imaginative people were lying under them pretending to bask in the sun, which was very capitalistic, even though there was no sun in the sky, and the Mobile News told us that the current outdoor temperature was only 4-6 degrees.

  Then, Qin Mo opened the thermos and ladled a bowl of chicken soup for me and Zhou Yueyue each.

  Yan Lang was on the verge of tears and angrily said: "Aren't you here to see me? Why are all the things you brought not for me, but all for my mom?"

  Qin Mo said: "Oh, the chicken soup was originally meant to be sent to you, but who knew you were still in a fasting period, so it's cheap for your mom."

  Yan Lang was known in their school for being unbeatable, with the nickname "Poison Tongue Zheng Ta" and together with Principal's son, Mie Xian Shi Tai, who couldn't even keep a cactus alive, they were called the "Absolute Beauty Double Ta" of T University Affiliated Primary School. They were deeply loved by the senior school sisters, but unexpectedly today they met their match and were about to be defeated, it was truly a case of "the wind is blowing gently, the water is cold, where can we find brave warriors to defend our home?"

  Zhou Yueyue was gratefully drinking chicken soup, while I stared blankly at an SD doll, an Ultraman and a thermos in front of me. Suddenly, a warning idiom came to mind - "No good deed goes unpunished."

  Qin Mo's current behavior has led people into deep thought.

  I pondered for a moment and came to a conclusion - he either had intentions towards me or towards Yan Lang. Comparing our gender and age, the possibility of him having intentions towards me was much higher than towards Yan Lang. But I felt that apart from giving birth at 16, I was ordinary in every other aspect, making it difficult for someone like him to take notice of me. If he indeed had intentions towards me, why would he? It's truly puzzling. Could it be that the fortune teller said he'd have a bloody disaster this year and needed a girl who gave birth at 16 to help ward it off?

  It turns out that the above ideas were completely my own self-inflicted fantasy, and I seriously underestimated the value of Yan Lang's existence, although this value is a bit inexplicable, and it coincides with some of my ideas in a strange way, which makes it even more inexplicable.

  Qin Mo leaned on his hand and smiled slightly: "I want to be a godfather to the child."

  Zhou Yue spat out a mouthful of chicken soup, which just happened to land on my face. I calmly wiped my face with my sleeve and asked him in surprise: "This kid is only slightly better-looking, but actually he's quite thick-skinned, his grades are average, and he's not even a girl... it's not like you can take him back as a child bride or something... why on earth did you suddenly say you want to adopt him as your son?"

  Qin Mo said seriously, "Oh, it's like this. The fortune teller said that I would meet a little boy when I went out yesterday, and this little boy would be the noble person destined for me. I must adopt him as my son."

  I was left speechless at once.

  Zhou Yue immediately put down his bowl: "This is fate, isn't it, Teacher Qin? Then what, Lang Lang, quickly call him Father."

  Qin Mo smiled and nodded, taking off a pendant from his neck and wrapping it around Yan Lang's neck with a flowing motion, saying: "I don't quite understand the empty formalities of our country, take this, and you'll be my adopted son."

  Yan Lang's eyes widened in shock, clearly still in a daze. After coming to his senses, he immediately wanted to take off the jade pendant.

  "This was brought back by my mother from a temple in Kyoto when I was young. It's said that a high-ranking monk had blessed it, and once you put it around your neck, you can't take it off within three years. If you do, there will be a disaster with bloodshed."

  Yan Lang took Zuo's hand and shook it slightly, looking at me pitifully: "Mom, I don't want to be his godson..."

  I haven't had a chance to express my opinion yet.

  Qin Mo smiled and said: "Then return the jade pendant to me."

  Yan Lang said: "If I take this down, won't I be inviting a bloodbath?"

  Qin Mo said with difficulty: "I can't afford it now, I was going to make this pendant a family heirloom, but I'll just give it to my godson."

  Yan Lang thought for a moment, and his desire to survive stepped over Zheng Mingming's shoulder, taking the upper hand. He hung his head in defeat and said, "Fine, I'll reluctantly be your adopted son."

  Zhou Yue couldn't help but laugh and quickly buried his head to drink the soup. I think Yan Lang is lucky not to have been born in wartime, he's really suitable for being a traitor.

  Qin Mo rubbed his hair: "From now on, you will be safe and sound forever."

  Then the next day, Yan Lang's wound recovered very well and he could finally eat liquid food. But he was too eager to recover quickly and immediately asked for char siu rice, which earned him a scolding from me. In the afternoon, Zhou Yueyue came over after finishing her classes to help me take care of Yan Lang, so I could go back to get some necessities. As I walked out of the hospital entrance, I ran into Qin Mo, who gestured for me to get in the car. I hesitated for a moment, thinking that it was better to be safe than sorry, and got in the car.

  When I was in college, I had a fantastic idea that the world has multiple spaces, and different ethnic groups live in different spaces. Although there are many spaces, they do not overlap, and they all move forward in parallel, without any intersection points. Unless one day lightning strikes, the entire universe space is strongly distorted, and the sub-space under it is forced to **, humans can jump from one space to another, commonly known as "space crossing". And Qin Mo becoming Yan Lang's godfather is like a space crossing for me, from the world of public buses to the world of Audi R8. Although crossing between different social classes in the same space usually only happens during times of social upheaval.

  Qin Mo's car stopped downstairs, and when we got out of the car, we happened to meet the landlord's granddaughter who was just in junior high school.

  Every time I meet this granddaughter, I feel very painful.

  She brought me the painful news once again. She said, "Yan sister, my grandmother said that there is an economic crisis and we have to raise the rent. Starting next month, it will increase by 200 yuan per month. It's still a one-time payment for half a year, totaling 5,400 yuan, she'll come to collect it at the beginning of the month."

  I glanced at Qin Mo, who was leaning against the car door and didn't say a word.

  I pulled my granddaughter aside and whispered, "Nowadays, houses for rent are all decreasing in price, why does your grandma still want to raise the price? I understand her urgent desire to transfer the crisis, but look, we're all compatriots, can't we just stop passing this crisis back and forth within our own country?"

  "My grandma said she can't take care of so many, so just kill a few first."

  The wisdom of the masses is really too practical, I sighed and climbed up the stairs dejectedly.

  He put down his things and Qin Mo sat in the driver's seat. I took a sip of the mineral water that I had drunk half of from the back seat. Before starting the car, Qin Mo suddenly said: "Yan Song."

  Ever since he became Yan Lang's godfather, he hasn't called me Miss Yan again. Calling someone by their name can indeed immediately bring people closer together, and this name he says with such ease. I wrapped my mouth around a sip of water and turned to look at him in a daze. He said: "Move over and live with me."

  I spat a mouthful of water and couldn't hold it in, spraying it all over his hem and thighs. The light-colored pants he was wearing today made this mouthful of water particularly potent, and what's even more unbearable is that due to the chaos, half of the water sprayed out while the other half flowed back and unfortunately choked me instead.

  Qin Mo leaned over and patted my back, chuckling twice: "You're also too careless." After patting me, he took out two paper towels from the box and handed them to me. He casually wiped his unfortunate jacket and trousers.

  I feel like my face is burning, I must have been embarrassed. But I also suspect that the previous sentence was an auditory hallucination, and I had to ask again: "What did you just say?"

  He looked at me and said calmly: "There is a house left by my grandfather, and several suites are empty. By the way, how much was your original rent?"

  "Seven hundred and one month."

  He said lightly: "It's also 700 yuan per suite on my side, you can move over, it's closer to your school too."

  I thought to myself, this is really a case of "mother's glory brings honor to her son", so I sent a text message to Zhou Yueyue. Zhou Yueyue replied, saying that the landlady was truly lacking in brotherly love, and at the same time expressed that vulnerable groups should bravely accept the care of powerful groups. If I refused to accept care, she would beat me until I accepted care.