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Knock, knock.
"Please come in."
Mu Qingmei pushes the door in and looks at Qinglan working at her desk with a cup of iced coconut milk on the table. Her eyebrows and eyes are still picturesque and flawless. She is dressed in blue and Luo clothes. The only difference from the past is that she has a hanging servant bun, like a swallow tail.
"Sister Qinglan!"
Qinglan looked up at Mu Qingmei, helped her glasses, smiled and said, "you came just in time."
"Do you have anything to tell me?" Mu Qingmei closed the door and sat down.
"The slave liberation movement that honored them has achieved initial results. Now no one in xuanzhu County wears' grace lock '. You need to write an article to let everyone know that grace lock can only be used to prevent livestock from getting lost. It is a vicious crime to use it on people." Qinglan handed out a piece of paper: "the key points are in it, and you must write it out."
When Mu Qingmei looked at it, the first point was "don't throw away the broken limb blown up by the grace lock. Take it to the Medical Court for free treatment, and you can connect it." he said strangely: "if the grace lock is removed, how can someone be injured?"
"Many people have been slaves all their lives. For them, the grace lock is a real 'grace' and a reward from their master. They are unwilling to dismantle it at all."
"Then let them wear -"
"Grace locks need special light energy to supplement, but many light energy replenishers were damaged and scrapped during the fire in the inner city. Their grace locks couldn't be supplemented, and they exploded one after another these days... In addition, the grace keys made by the grace factory are too rough, sometimes they don't match, and they will explode if they are forcibly removed."
"Also," Qinglan opened a notebook: "the Linhai side sent someone to say that they would not investigate the loss of military expenses and the attack on the escort team. At the same time, they have evacuated Dongyang. Now many people are afraid that Linhai people will call, and this news must be published in the next newspaper."
"OK."
"Yin Minghong's reconstruction work has completed the first stage. You should inform the people in the press department to keep an eye on it. Any good news should be directly posted on the bulletin board at the intersection. The prices of grain and oil stores should also be updated every day. Don't let the people have the opportunity to follow suit and panic. Now everyone is nervous and nervous at all..."
"Yes."
"The compulsory education class at Wenhong's side is already under planning. Although it only contains a few tactics, as well as basic theoretical knowledge such as heaven's secrets, arithmetic and machinery, it is expected to open next month at the latest, you should also start preparing a small section for them to introduce compulsory education in the newspaper and popularize some life common sense..."
Mu Qingmei took out a small book to record. She almost forgot her purpose until she looked up and saw Qinglan secretly aiming at herself with the corner of her eye.
At the moment of sight contact, the editor in chief's office became silent.
After a while, Qinglan picked up the cup and drank a mouthful of smooth milk white coconut milk. As if nothing had happened, she asked, "by the way, what can I do for you?"
You have a thousand names and ten thousand things to say just to cover up the one in your heart.
Although life seems to be full and busy, and you have enough reasons to look like you don't care, you don't look in the mirror and can't see how lonely and expectation you have on your face.
If the person who died that day was me, if I were him... Mu Qingmei suddenly had a strange idea in the sea. She shook her head, threw the strange idea out of her mind and took out a letter: "I received a letter. I think you need to read it."
Qinglan received the letter and was stunned: "Mr. Shuren? Yanjing Royal College?"
"Yes, I thought Mr. Shuren, the author of future echoes, was still alive, so I brought it to you. But..." Mu Qingmei frowned and said, "I suspect it's a prank."
"Prank?"
"Just look."
Qinglan pulls out the letter blankly. Naturally, she knows the real identity of Mr. Shuren - it's just one of Jing Zhengwei's dozens of pseudonyms.
She has read every first draft of future echoes. He often asks her to proofread the text. Sometimes when she doesn't want to write halfway, he lets Qinglan move by herself - he directly gives a detailed outline, which is called "exercise your writing ability" and asks Qinglan to continue writing.
If Qinglan wants to, she can also write about the feelings of the three male protagonists, cheat the number of words, because he is not good at writing emotional lines, so she doesn't write at all.
"Future echo" has several particularly delicate stories and the warm interaction between the hero and the heroine, which was written by Qinglan.
Even readers can see that they think whether Mr. Shuren will be a female author, but they don't know that the author is a double messenger. Sometimes they write by themselves and sometimes let the double write.
But Jing Zhengwei has no reason to use his pseudonym to inform Qinglan. Hiding his identity means nothing to him - he won't know. As soon as he comes back, he'll have to bear the consul Huyan Siro on his head, but he's still the first person in Dongyang district.
In terms of fame, political achievements, ability, and trust in him, once he comes back, he will really follow the rhythm of "the silver blood association has been subdued. How to deal with Dongyang District, please ask Jing Zhanshen to give orders".
Doesn't he trust white night? But Qinglan knows that from the beginning, he wanted to hand over all industries to the trade union led by Baiye. His trust in Baiye even made Qinglan think whether he has secretly become a Baiye walker.
Therefore, Qinglan subconsciously thinks that this letter is a prank, but at least it is a clever prank - if it is a stupid prank, it has long been filtered by Mu Qingmei and can't come to her at all.
Until she took out the letter.
"Can't you understand it?" Mu Qingmei stalled: "I know every word above, but I can't understand it together - there's no grammar at all!"
yes.
This is a garbled letter.
For example, the first line is "the dog listens to the day's Sabre tower 2 is not updated" -- what a mess.
What's more terrible is that the whole letter is not separated and segmented. The whole page is full of 20 * 40 words, which makes people dizzy.
But Qinglan noticed that there were many black dots on the letter. The black spots are distributed regularly, not the ink dripping carelessly, which seems to be the intention of the writer.
She looked at the envelope again and found strange graffiti on it. Several square squares are displayed on the back of the envelope, far away from each other, with two black dots not far away.
Surging memories hit me like a flood. Qinglan subconsciously whispered, "super adventure tigers..."
"What?" Mu Qingmei blinked.
Qinglan didn't speak. She took out a pair of scissors and cut off the back of the envelope. Then she cut out the square lattice and black dots. Soon she got a card with square holes and black round holes.
Just like in memory.
……
It was a boring night. Qinglan was in a bad mood - she forgot why she was in a bad mood. In short, she was in a bad mood. She played ten sets of cards and didn't release water once. She won ten sets in a row and gave him zero.
But he was not angry, or Qinglan had never seen him angry.
He didn't speak and climbed to his desk to work. This makes Qinglan more angry and sad to think that I am like this. Why don't you come to hug me? You really don't love me
After a while, he took a piece of paper full of random codes and a card with holes. Qinglan didn't ignore him. He motioned Qinglan to aim the card at the two black dots on the paper.
With a trace of curiosity, Qinglan aims the card at the black spot and finds that the words leaked from the hole of the card can form a new sentence.
"Congratulations on your killing beyond the gods and reward me"
In the half-time after about an hour, Qinglan asked him how he knew this secret contact skill. He said he saw it in a book when he was a child. The protagonists of that book were called the super adventure tigers... Later, Qinglan listened to him tell the wonderful story of the adventure tigers all night.
……
The paper and card had already been turned into fly ash in the fire. But the shared memory and countless days and nights spent together have become the nutrients for her growth and promoted her to this day and today.
Qinglan covered the black spot on the new card and saw the sentence with normal grammar in the space.
She reads slowly and seriously.
Mu Qingmei is watching. She has been watching Qinglan's face. There have been doubts, surprises, joy and unhappiness.
When Qinglan raised her head, Mu Qingmei asked carefully, "is there any news about... That man?"
Qinglan didn't answer, but opened the drawer, took out a lighter and lit the envelope and letter.
"Sister Qinglan, do you know where he is?" Mu Qingmei excitedly rolled up her sleeve: "tell me, I'll find someone to bring him back and ensure that he will be sent to your bed before dark!"
"No." Qinglan said strangely, "and your statement is so strange. Make up a story and make up a story. Don't use your tone when making up a story."
"What did the letter say? Did Mr. Shuren write it?"
"Said ~ what ~ what ~ ~" Qinglan sat in his chair and shook around: "in fact, Mr. Shuren just wrote a story in his letter."
"What story?"
Qinglan stood up and went to the window. She looked at the popular people on the street. After thinking for a while, she said, "he said that there is a kind of life in this world. Every death is for reunion."
"What do you mean?" Mu Qingmei wondered, "is there any metaphor?"
Qinglan glanced at her and said with a smile, "I won't tell you!"
When I look back, I smile.
Mu Qingmei felt as if she were drinking a bowl of white porcelain plum soup in midsummer. The broken ice clattered against the wall, and people were confused.
At this time, Qinglan suddenly remembered something, lit her lips and said, "Qingmei, you've worked hard these days."
"Ah? Oh, yes, yes, can you reduce my work..."
"I'm not talking about work." Qinglan said shyly, "it's troublesome for you to sleep with me these days... But I can't trouble you all the time. I'm not a child. I used to sleep alone, but I was spoiled by him..."
Mu Qingmei blinked: "so... You're tired of sleeping with me for a few days and want to abandon me?"
Qinglan chuckled: "but you always stick to me. I'm afraid I'll delay you. After all, you're also a good girl in 28, and it's time to talk about sweet love. I think many people are interested in you..."
"What make complaints about those people who even beat me?" "Mu Qing Mei Tucao", "I really do not have anything to do at night. I would love to accompany my sister to work and read and chat. And your bed is more comfortable than my home. I prefer to stay with you."
"If you don't mind, then move over and live with me." Qinglan blinked: "it feels like a lovely and powerful sister. I'll rely on you to protect me in the future."
"You can always trust Mu Qingmei in the white night!" Mu Qingmei hugged her fist solemnly and said with a puff of laughter: "I will protect sister Qinglan in the future!"
Even as a temporary substitute for him.
Even if it's just a little girl lighting a match to keep warm.
Even if it's just a secret destined to be taken to the grave.
But as long as you can protect this exciting smile, it's worth it.
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Knock, knock.
"Please come in."
Mu Qingmei pushes the door in and looks at Qinglan working at her desk with a cup of iced coconut milk on the table. Her eyebrows and eyes are still picturesque and flawless. She is dressed in blue and Luo clothes. The only difference from the past is that she has a hanging servant bun, like a swallow tail.
"Sister Qinglan!"
Qinglan looked up at Mu Qingmei, helped her glasses, smiled and said, "you came just in time."
"Do you have anything to tell me?" Mu Qingmei closed the door and sat down.
"The slave liberation movement that honored them has achieved initial results. Now no one in xuanzhu County wears' grace lock '. You need to write an article to let everyone know that grace lock can only be used to prevent livestock from getting lost. It is a vicious crime to use it on people." Qinglan handed out a piece of paper: "the key points are in it, and you must write it out."
When Mu Qingmei looked at it, the first point was "don't throw away the broken limb blown up by the grace lock. Take it to the Medical Court for free treatment, and you can connect it." he said strangely: "if the grace lock is removed, how can someone be injured?"
"Many people have been slaves all their lives. For them, the grace lock is a real 'grace' and a reward from their master. They are unwilling to dismantle it at all."
"Then let them wear -"
"Grace locks need special light energy to supplement, but many light energy replenishers were damaged and scrapped during the fire in the inner city. Their grace locks couldn't be supplemented, and they exploded one after another these days... In addition, the grace keys made by the grace factory are too rough, sometimes they don't match, and they will explode if they are forcibly removed."
"Also," Qinglan opened a notebook: "the Linhai side sent someone to say that they would not investigate the loss of military expenses and the attack on the escort team. At the same time, they have evacuated Dongyang. Now many people are afraid that Linhai people will call, and this news must be published in the next newspaper."
"OK."
"Yin Minghong's reconstruction work has completed the first stage. You should inform the people in the press department to keep an eye on it. Any good news should be directly posted on the bulletin board at the intersection. The prices of grain and oil stores should also be updated every day. Don't let the people have the opportunity to follow suit and panic. Now everyone is nervous and nervous at all..."
"Yes."
"The compulsory education class at Wenhong's side is already under planning. Although it only contains a few tactics, as well as basic theoretical knowledge such as heaven's secrets, arithmetic and machinery, it is expected to open next month at the latest, you should also start preparing a small section for them to introduce compulsory education in the newspaper and popularize some life common sense..."
Mu Qingmei took out a small book to record. She almost forgot her purpose until she looked up and saw Qinglan secretly aiming at herself with the corner of her eye.
At the moment of sight contact, the editor in chief's office became silent.
After a while, Qinglan picked up the cup and drank a mouthful of smooth milk white coconut milk. As if nothing had happened, she asked, "by the way, what can I do for you?"
You have a thousand names and ten thousand things to say just to cover up the one in your heart.
Although life seems to be full and busy, and you have enough reasons to look like you don't care, you don't look in the mirror and can't see how lonely and expectation you have on your face.
If the person who died that day was me, if I were him... Mu Qingmei suddenly had a strange idea in the sea. She shook her head, threw the strange idea out of her mind and took out a letter: "I received a letter. I think you need to read it."
Qinglan received the letter and was stunned: "Mr. Shuren? Yanjing Royal College?"
"Yes, I thought Mr. Shuren, the author of future echoes, was still alive, so I brought it to you. But..." Mu Qingmei frowned and said, "I suspect it's a prank."
"Prank?"
"Just look."
Qinglan pulls out the letter blankly. Naturally, she knows the real identity of Mr. Shuren - it's just one of Jing Zhengwei's dozens of pseudonyms.
She has read every first draft of future echoes. He often asks her to proofread the text. Sometimes when she doesn't want to write halfway, he lets Qinglan move by herself - he directly gives a detailed outline, which is called "exercise your writing ability" and asks Qinglan to continue writing.
If Qinglan wants to, she can also write about the feelings of the three male protagonists, cheat the number of words, because he is not good at writing emotional lines, so she doesn't write at all.
"Future echo" has several particularly delicate stories and the warm interaction between the hero and the heroine, which was written by Qinglan.
Even readers can see that they think whether Mr. Shuren will be a female author, but they don't know that the author is a double messenger. Sometimes they write by themselves and sometimes let the double write.
But Jing Zhengwei has no reason to use his pseudonym to inform Qinglan. Hiding his identity means nothing to him - he won't know. As soon as he comes back, he'll have to bear the consul Huyan Siro on his head, but he's still the first person in Dongyang district.
In terms of fame, political achievements, ability, and trust in him, once he comes back, he will really follow the rhythm of "the silver blood association has been subdued. How to deal with Dongyang District, please ask Jing Zhanshen to give orders".
Doesn't he trust white night? But Qinglan knows that from the beginning, he wanted to hand over all industries to the trade union led by Baiye. His trust in Baiye even made Qinglan think whether he has secretly become a Baiye walker.
Therefore, Qinglan subconsciously thinks that this letter is a prank, but at least it is a clever prank - if it is a stupid prank, it has long been filtered by Mu Qingmei and can't come to her at all.
Until she took out the letter.
"Can't you understand it?" Mu Qingmei stalled: "I know every word above, but I can't understand it together - there's no grammar at all!"
yes.
This is a garbled letter.
For example, the first line is "the dog listens to the day's Sabre tower 2 is not updated" -- what a mess.
What's more terrible is that the whole letter is not separated and segmented. The whole page is full of 20 * 40 words, which makes people dizzy.
But Qinglan noticed that there were many black dots on the letter. The black spots are distributed regularly, not the ink dripping carelessly, which seems to be the intention of the writer.
She looked at the envelope again and found strange graffiti on it. Several square squares are displayed on the back of the envelope, far away from each other, with two black dots not far away.
Surging memories hit me like a flood. Qinglan subconsciously whispered, "super adventure tigers..."
"What?" Mu Qingmei blinked.
Qinglan didn't speak. She took out a pair of scissors and cut off the back of the envelope. Then she cut out the square lattice and black dots. Soon she got a card with square holes and black round holes.
Just like in memory.
……
It was a boring night. Qinglan was in a bad mood - she forgot why she was in a bad mood. In short, she was in a bad mood. She played ten sets of cards and didn't release water once. She won ten sets in a row and gave him zero.
But he was not angry, or Qinglan had never seen him angry.
He didn't speak and climbed to his desk to work. This makes Qinglan more angry and sad to think that I am like this. Why don't you come to hug me? You really don't love me
After a while, he took a piece of paper full of random codes and a card with holes. Qinglan didn't ignore him. He motioned Qinglan to aim the card at the two black dots on the paper.
With a trace of curiosity, Qinglan aims the card at the black spot and finds that the words leaked from the hole of the card can form a new sentence.
"Congratulations on your killing beyond the gods and reward me"
In the half-time after about an hour, Qinglan asked him how he knew this secret contact skill. He said he saw it in a book when he was a child. The protagonists of that book were called the super adventure tigers... Later, Qinglan listened to him tell the wonderful story of the adventure tigers all night.
……
The paper and card had already been turned into fly ash in the fire. But the shared memory and countless days and nights spent together have become the nutrients for her growth and promoted her to this day and today.
Qinglan covered the black spot on the new card and saw the sentence with normal grammar in the space.
She reads slowly and seriously.
Mu Qingmei is watching. She has been watching Qinglan's face. There have been doubts, surprises, joy and unhappiness.
When Qinglan raised her head, Mu Qingmei asked carefully, "is there any news about... That man?"
Qinglan didn't answer, but opened the drawer, took out a lighter and lit the envelope and letter.
"Sister Qinglan, do you know where he is?" Mu Qingmei excitedly rolled up her sleeve: "tell me, I'll find someone to bring him back and ensure that he will be sent to your bed before dark!"
"No." Qinglan said strangely, "and your statement is so strange. Make up a story and make up a story. Don't use your tone when making up a story."
"What did the letter say? Did Mr. Shuren write it?"
"Said ~ what ~ what ~ ~" Qinglan sat in his chair and shook around: "in fact, Mr. Shuren just wrote a story in his letter."
"What story?"
Qinglan stood up and went to the window. She looked at the popular people on the street. After thinking for a while, she said, "he said that there is a kind of life in this world. Every death is for reunion."
"What do you mean?" Mu Qingmei wondered, "is there any metaphor?"
Qinglan glanced at her and said with a smile, "I won't tell you!"
When I look back, I smile.
Mu Qingmei felt as if she were drinking a bowl of white porcelain plum soup in midsummer. The broken ice clattered against the wall, and people were confused.
At this time, Qinglan suddenly remembered something, lit her lips and said, "Qingmei, you've worked hard these days."
"Ah? Oh, yes, yes, can you reduce my work..."
"I'm not talking about work." Qinglan said shyly, "it's troublesome for you to sleep with me these days... But I can't trouble you all the time. I'm not a child. I used to sleep alone, but I was spoiled by him..."
Mu Qingmei blinked: "so... You're tired of sleeping with me for a few days and want to abandon me?"
Qinglan chuckled: "but you always stick to me. I'm afraid I'll delay you. After all, you're also a good girl in 28, and it's time to talk about sweet love. I think many people are interested in you..."
"What make complaints about those people who even beat me?" "Mu Qing Mei Tucao", "I really do not have anything to do at night. I would love to accompany my sister to work and read and chat. And your bed is more comfortable than my home. I prefer to stay with you."
"If you don't mind, then move over and live with me." Qinglan blinked: "it feels like a lovely and powerful sister. I'll rely on you to protect me in the future."
"You can always trust Mu Qingmei in the white night!" Mu Qingmei hugged her fist solemnly and said with a puff of laughter: "I will protect sister Qinglan in the future!"
Even as a temporary substitute for him.
Even if it's just a little girl lighting a match to keep warm.
Even if it's just a secret destined to be taken to the grave.
But as long as you can protect this exciting smile, it's worth it.
Knock, knock."Please come in."Mu Qingmei pushes the door in and looks at Qinglan working at her desk with a cup of iced coconut milk on the table. Her eyebrows and eyes are still picturesque and flawless. She is dressed in blue and Luo clothes. The only difference from the past is that she has a hanging servant bun, like a swallow tail."Sister Qinglan!"Qinglan looked up at Mu Qingmei, helped her glasses, smiled and said, "you came just in time.""Do you have anything to tell me?" Mu Qingmei closed the door and sat down."The slave liberation movement that honored them has achieved initial results. Now no one in xuanzhu County wears' grace lock '. You need to write an article to let everyone know that grace lock can only be used to prevent livestock from getting lost. It is a vicious crime to use it on people." Qinglan handed out a piece of paper: "the key points are in it, and you must write it out."When Mu Qingmei looked at it, the first point was "don't throw away the broken limb blown up by the grace lock. Take it to the Medical Court for free treatment, and you can connect it." he said strangely: "if the grace lock is removed, how can someone be injured?""Many people have been slaves all their lives. For them, the grace lock is a real 'grace' and a reward from their master. They are unwilling to dismantle it at all.""Then let them wear -""Grace locks need special light energy to supplement, but many light energy replenishers were damaged and scrapped during the fire in the inner city. Their grace locks couldn't be supplemented, and they exploded one after another these days... In addition, the grace keys made by the grace factory are too rough, sometimes they don't match, and they will explode if they are forcibly removed.""Also," Qinglan opened a notebook: "the Linhai side sent someone to say that they would not investigate the loss of military expenses and the attack on the escort team. At the same time, they have evacuated Dongyang. Now many people are afraid that Linhai people will call, and this news must be published in the next newspaper.""OK.""Yin Minghong's reconstruction work has completed the first stage. You should inform the people in the press department to keep an eye on it. Any good news should be directly posted on the bulletin board at the intersection. The prices of grain and oil stores should also be updated every day. Don't let the people have the opportunity to follow suit and panic. Now everyone is nervous and nervous at all...""Yes.""The compulsory education class at Wenhong's side is already under planning. Although it only contains a few tactics, as well as basic theoretical knowledge such as heaven's secrets, arithmetic and machinery, it is expected to open next month at the latest, you should also start preparing a small section for them to introduce compulsory education in the newspaper and popularize some life common sense..."Mu Qingmei took out a small book to record. She almost forgot her purpose until she looked up and saw Qinglan secretly aiming at herself with the corner of her eye.At the moment of sight contact, the editor in chief's office became silent.After a while, Qinglan picked up the cup and drank a mouthful of smooth milk white coconut milk. As if nothing had happened, she asked, "by the way, what can I do for you?"You have a thousand names and ten thousand things to say just to cover up the one in your heart.Although life seems to be full and busy, and you have enough reasons to look like you don't care, you don't look in the mirror and can't see how lonely and expectation you have on your face.If the person who died that day was me, if I were him... Mu Qingmei suddenly had a strange idea in the sea. She shook her head, threw the strange idea out of her mind and took out a letter: "I received a letter. I think you need to read it."Qinglan received the letter and was stunned: "Mr. Shuren? Yanjing Royal College?""Yes, I thought Mr. Shuren, the author of future echoes, was still alive, so I brought it to you. But..." Mu Qingmei frowned and said, "I suspect it's a prank.""Prank?""Just look."Qinglan pulls out the letter blankly. Naturally, she knows the real identity of Mr. Shuren - it's just one of Jing Zhengwei's dozens of pseudonyms.She has read every first draft of future echoes. He often asks her to proofread the text. Sometimes when she doesn't want to write halfway, he lets Qinglan move by herself - he directly gives a detailed outline, which is called "exercise your writing ability" and asks Qinglan to continue writing.If Qinglan wants to, she can also write about the feelings of the three male protagonists, cheat the number of words, because he is not good at writing emotional lines, so she doesn't write at all."Future echo" has several particularly delicate stories and the warm interaction between the hero and the heroine, which was written by Qinglan.Even readers can see that they think whether Mr. Shuren will be a female author, but they don't know that the author is a double messenger. Sometimes they write by themselves and sometimes let the double write.But Jing Zhengwei has no reason to use his pseudonym to inform Qinglan. Hiding his identity means nothing to him - he won't know. As soon as he comes back, he'll have to bear the consul Huyan Siro on his head, but he's still the first person in Dongyang district.In terms of fame, political achievements, ability, and trust in him, once he comes back, he will really follow the rhythm of "the silver blood association has been subdued. How to deal with Dongyang District, please ask Jing Zhanshen to give orders".Doesn't he trust white night? But Qinglan knows that from the beginning, he wanted to hand over all industries to the trade union led by Baiye. His trust in Baiye even made Qinglan think whether he has secretly become a Baiye walker.Therefore, Qinglan subconsciously thinks that this letter is a prank, but at least it is a clever prank - if it is a stupid prank, it has long been filtered by Mu Qingmei and can't come to her at all.Until she took out the letter."Can't you understand it?" Mu Qingmei stalled: "I know every word above, but I can't understand it together - there's no grammar at all!"yes.This is a garbled letter.For example, the first line is "the dog listens to the day's Sabre tower 2 is not updated" -- what a mess.What's more terrible is that the whole letter is not separated and segmented. The whole page is full of 20 * 40 words, which makes people dizzy.But Qinglan noticed that there were many black dots on the letter. The black spots are distributed regularly, not the ink dripping carelessly, which seems to be the intention of the writer.She looked at the envelope again and found strange graffiti on it. Several square squares are displayed on the back of the envelope, far away from each other, with two black dots not far away.Surging memories hit me like a flood. Qinglan subconsciously whispered, "super adventure tigers...""What?" Mu Qingmei blinked.Qinglan didn't speak. She took out a pair of scissors and cut off the back of the envelope. Then she cut out the square lattice and black dots. Soon she got a card with square holes and black round holes.Just like in memory.It was a boring night. Qinglan was in a bad mood - she forgot why she was in a bad mood. In short, she was in a bad mood. She played ten sets of cards and didn't release water once. She won ten sets in a row and gave him zero.But he was not angry, or Qinglan had never seen him angry.He didn't speak and climbed to his desk to work. This makes Qinglan more angry and sad to think that I am like this. Why don't you come to hug me? You really don't love meAfter a while, he took a piece of paper full of random codes and a card with holes. Qinglan didn't ignore him. He motioned Qinglan to aim the card at the two black dots on the paper.With a trace of curiosity, Qinglan aims the card at the black spot and finds that the words leaked from the hole of the card can form a new sentence."Congratulations on your killing beyond the gods and reward me"In the half-time after about an hour, Qinglan asked him how he knew this secret contact skill. He said he saw it in a book when he was a child. The protagonists of that book were called the super adventure tigers... Later, Qinglan listened to him tell the wonderful story of the adventure tigers all night.The paper and card had already been turned into fly ash in the fire. But the shared memory and countless days and nights spent together have become the nutrients for her growth and promoted her to this day and today.Qinglan covered the black spot on the new card and saw the sentence with normal grammar in the space.She reads slowly and seriously.Mu Qingmei is watching. She has been watching Qinglan's face. There have been doubts, surprises, joy and unhappiness.When Qinglan raised her head, Mu Qingmei asked carefully, "is there any news about... That man?"Qinglan didn't answer, but opened the drawer, took out a lighter and lit the envelope and letter."Sister Qinglan, do you know where he is?" Mu Qingmei excitedly rolled up her sleeve: "tell me, I'll find someone to bring him back and ensure that he will be sent to your bed before dark!""No." Qinglan said strangely, "and your statement is so strange. Make up a story and make up a story. Don't use your tone when making up a story.""What did the letter say? Did Mr. Shuren write it?""Said ~ what ~ what ~ ~" Qinglan sat in his chair and shook around: "in fact, Mr. Shuren just wrote a story in his letter.""What story?"Qinglan stood up and went to the window. She looked at the popular people on the street. After thinking for a while, she said, "he said that there is a kind of life in this world. Every death is for reunion.""What do you mean?" Mu Qingmei wondered, "is there any metaphor?"Qinglan glanced at her and said with a smile, "I won't tell you!"When I look back, I smile.Mu Qingmei felt as if she were drinking a bowl of white porcelain plum soup in midsummer. The broken ice clattered against the wall, and people were confused.At this time, Qinglan suddenly remembered something, lit her lips and said, "Qingmei, you've worked hard these days.""Ah? Oh, yes, yes, can you reduce my work...""I'm not talking about work." Qinglan said shyly, "it's troublesome for you to sleep with me these days... But I can't trouble you all the time. I'm not a child. I used to sleep alone, but I was spoiled by him..."Mu Qingmei blinked: "so... You're tired of sleeping with me for a few days and want to abandon me?"Qinglan chuckled: "but you always stick to me. I'm afraid I'll delay you. After all, you're also a good girl in 28, and it's time to talk about sweet love. I think many people are interested in you...""What make complaints about those people who even beat me?" "Mu Qing Mei Tucao", "I really do not have anything to do at night. I would love to accompany my sister to work and read and chat. And your bed is more comfortable than my home. I prefer to stay with you.""If you don't mind, then move over and live with me." Qinglan blinked: "it feels like a lovely and powerful sister. I'll rely on you to protect me in the future.""You can always trust Mu Qingmei in the white night!" Mu Qingmei hugged her fist solemnly and said with a puff of laughter: "I will protect sister Qinglan in the future!"Even as a temporary substitute for him.Even if it's just a little girl lighting a match to keep warm.Even if it's just a secret destined to be taken to the grave.But as long as you can protect this exciting smile, it's worth it.
