Chapter Twelve

  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.

  Qin Mo signed his name in Yan Lang's hospital room for Zhou Yueyue.

  At that time, the mist outside the window had gradually dispersed, revealing a vast expanse of sky. Standing in front of the window, you could see that a section of the Yangtze River, which runs 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 as the one who could talk his way out of any situation, with a poisonous tongue that earned him the nickname "Zheng Taizi" (Poisonous Crown Prince). Alongside the principal's son, Mie Xiansheng, who couldn't even keep a cactus alive, they were known as the "Absolute Beauty Double Taizi" of T University Affiliated Primary School. They had won over the hearts of many senior school sisters, but little did they know that today would be their downfall, and they would encounter a formidable opponent, on the verge of being kicked out of the school. Alas, how the winds howl and the waters are cold, where can one find brave warriors to guard the 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 is simply the awakening that a citizen of a communist society should have, and it is seriously inconsistent with our national conditions, making people fall 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 against 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 lifted up my sleeve to wipe it off 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... you can't even use him as a child bride, so why 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 young boy when I went out yesterday, and this boy would be the noble person destined for me. I must adopt him as my son."

  Zhou Yue immediately put down her 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, wrapping it around Yan Lang's neck several times, saying: "I don't quite understand the empty rituals in our country, take this, you are my godson now."

  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 if you wear it around your neck for less than three years without taking it off, you'll be fine, but once you take it off, there will be a disaster with bloodshed."

  Yan Lang took Zuo's hand and hesitated for a moment, 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 courting disaster and bloodshed?"

  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."

  The next day, Yan Lang's wound recovered very well and he could finally eat liquid food. But he was too eager for quick success and immediately asked to eat chaoshan rice, and I scolded him.

  In the afternoon, Zhou Yueyue came over after finishing class to help me watch Yan Lang, and I went back to get some essentials.

  I walked to the hospital entrance and ran into Qin Mo. He motioned for me to get in the car, I hesitated for a moment, thinking that a son is precious because of his mother, and got on 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 only 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 different social classes in the same space usually happens during times of social turmoil.

  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 being too flustered, 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 here, it's closer to your school too."

  I thought to myself, this is really a case of "noblesse oblige", so I sent a text message to Zhou Yueyue. Zhou Yueyue replied 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.

  Zhou Yue overestimated my dignity. When I was in college on the border, my grandmother and Yan Lang were taken care of by neighbors, and most of Yan Lang's clothes at that time were donated by families with children in town.

  Basically, our whole family is very good at accepting social care.

  But at the same time, we also know how to repay society. My grandmother would often help the children of our neighbors by mending their shoes, while Yan Lang would often help the children of our neighbors with their homework. Because he had to do homework for four or five students every evening, this directly trained Yan Lang's speed in doing homework. Before moving to C City, Yan Lang had already become the fastest student in his school at doing homework.

  Back at the hospital, Yan Lang was playing Go with Zhou Yueyue.

  Qin Mo brought Yan Lang a bowl of oatmeal with milk, unfortunately it was Yan Lang's least favorite food.

  Yan Lang glanced at it with disdain: "Take it away, I don't want to eat this."

  Zheng Mingming stood between Yan Lang and Qin Mo like a great mountain, making it impossible for them to be together.

  Zhou Yue gave me a signal and told me to mediate, I felt numb on my scalp and said to Qin Mo: "He won't eat it, or else I'll eat it."

  Qin Mo raised his head and looked at me: "You like eating this? Then I'll make more tomorrow."

  I hastily waved my hand: "No, no, I just think it's a waste."

  Qin Mo lowered his head and stirred with a spoon, muttering to himself: "I heard Zhou Yueyue say that Lang Lang really likes Zheng Mingming, what a pity, Zheng Mingming just loves eating this..."

  Yan Lang immediately turned his head over: "Give it to me, I want to eat."

  I stared blankly as Yan Lang finished a whole bowl of oatmeal, and Zhou Yue gave Qin Mo a thumbs up.

  As I was leaving, Qin Mo made an appointment with me to go to his house to see the room the next morning.

  So now I'm sitting in Qin Mo's car, and that's how things have developed step by step. I have to go with him to his grandfather's old building to look at the house.

  Author's note: Due to my busy work schedule, I write slowly, so this article is not perfect.

  Everyone is still supporting me despite my slow writing speed, I'm grateful, thank you. This article has no inventory, it's written and posted as I go, I also want to increase the speed, but work and life must be balanced, hope those who are chasing the article can understand, thank you.