Mu Qingmei pushed the door open and saw Qing Lan working at her desk, with a glass of iced coconut juice on the table. She still had a flawless face, and was dressed in green clothes and clothes. The only difference from before was that she
She had her hair tied up in a small bun, like a swallow's tail.
"Sister Qinglan!"
Qing Lan raised her head and glanced at Mu Qing, adjusted her glasses, and said with a smile: "You came just in time."
"Is there anything you want to tell me?" Mu Qingmei closed the door and sat down.
"Rong Yao's slave liberation movement has initially achieved results. Now no one in Xuanzhu County wears 'grace locks' anymore. You need to write an article to let everyone know that grace locks can only be used to prevent livestock from straying, and are not used on humans.
They are all vicious crimes." Qing Lan handed over a piece of paper: "The key points are all in it and must be written down."
Mu Qing looked at it and saw that the first point above was "Don't throw away the severed limbs blown up by the grace lock. Take them to the doctor for free treatment, and you can still reconnect them." She wondered: "The grace lock has been removed, how can there be anyone there?"
Injured?"
"Many people have been slaves all their lives. To them, the grace lock is real 'grace' and a reward from their master. They are not willing to remove it at all."
"Then let them wear-"
"The grace locks require special light energy to be replenished, but during the fire in the inner city, many light energy replenishers were damaged and scrapped. Their grace locks could not be replenished, and they exploded one after another in the past few days... and
It’s just that the grace keys produced by the grace factory are too rough, sometimes they don’t match, and they will explode if they are forcibly removed.”
"Also," Qing Lan opened a notebook: "Linhai navy sent people and said they would not hold us accountable for the loss of military expenses and the attack on the escort team. At the same time, they had already evacuated Dongyang. Now many people are afraid of Linhai
People will call and the news must be published in the next issue of the newspaper."
"good."
"The reconstruction work at Yin Minghong's side has completed the first phase. You tell the people in the press department to keep an eye on it. Any good news will be posted directly on the bulletin board at the intersection. The prices of the grain and oil stores should also be updated every day. Don't
This gives the public an opportunity to panic suddenly. Now everyone is in a state of panic and will be overly nervous about anything..."
"Um."
"Wen Hong's compulsory education class is already being planned. Although it only covers a few tactics, as well as basic theoretical knowledge such as secrets, arithmetic, and mechanics, the class is not expected to start until next month at the latest, but you have to start preparing for it.
They prepared a small section in the newspaper to introduce compulsory education and at the same time popularize some common sense about life..."
As Mu Qingmei listened, she took out a small notebook and took notes. She almost forgot the purpose of coming here, until she raised her head and saw Qing Lan secretly looking at her from the corner of her eye.
The moment their eyes met, the editor-in-chief's office became silent.
After a while, Qinglan picked up the cup and took a sip of the smooth milky white coconut juice, and asked nonchalantly: "By the way, what do you want to see me for?"
You have a thousand names and a thousand things on your lips, just to cover up the one in your heart.
Although your life seems to be full and busy, and you have enough reasons to look indifferent, you don't look in the mirror and can't see how lonely and expectant you are on your face.
If the person who died that day was me, if I was him... Strange thoughts suddenly passed through Mu Qingmei's mind. She shook her head, shook the strange thoughts out of her mind, and took out a letter: "I received a letter
Xin, I think you need to read it."
Qinglan took the letter and was slightly startled: "Mr. Shuren? Yanjing Royal Academy?"
"Yes, I thought Mr. Shuren, the author of "Future Echoes", was still alive, so I brought it to you. But..." Mu Qing frowned and said, "I suspect this is a prank."
"mischief?"
"You'll know just by looking at it."
Qinglan pulled out the letter with a confused look on her face. She naturally knew Mr. Shuren's true identity - it was just one of Jing Zhengwei's dozens of pen names.
She has read every first draft of "Future Echoes". He often asks her to proofread the text. Sometimes she doesn't want to write in the middle of writing, so he lets Qinglan do it by herself - he directly gives a detailed outline,
Call it 'exercise your writing skills' and let Qing Lan continue writing.
If Qing Lan is willing, she can also write about the emotional fanfic of the three male protagonists to cheat on the number of words, because he is particularly bad at writing emotional lines, so he simply doesn't write it.
"Future Echoes" has several particularly delicate stories and heart-warming interactions between the male protagonist and the female character, written by Qinglan.
Even the readers can see it, and they all think that Mr. Shuren is a female author, but they don't know that the author is a substitute messenger. Sometimes he writes it himself, sometimes he lets his substitute write it.
But Jing Zhengwei had no reason to use a pseudonym to inform Qing Lan. Hiding his identity meant nothing to him - he wouldn't know that as soon as he came back, even if he had to have the consul Huyan Siluo on his head, he would still
He is undoubtedly the number one person in Dongyang District.
In terms of reputation, political achievements, abilities, and Bai Ye's trust in him, once he comes back, it will really be like "The Silver Blood Society has subdued the law, how to deal with Dongyang District, please give orders from God of War Jing."
Could it be that he didn't trust Bai Ye? But Qing Lan knew that from the beginning, he wanted to hand over all his industries to the union led by Bai Ye. His trust in Bai Ye even made Qing Lan wonder whether he had secretly become a White Night Walker.
Therefore, Qinglan also subconsciously thought that this letter was a prank, but at least it was a clever prank - if it was a stupid prank, it would have been filtered by Mu Qingmei and would never reach her eyes.
Until she took out the letter.
"You can't understand it, right?" Mu Qing raised her eyebrows and spread her hands: "I know every word in it, but I can't understand it when they are put together - there is no grammar at all!"
Yes.
This is a garbled letter.
For example, the first line is "Dota 2 will not be updated anymore" - what a mess.
What's even more frightening is that there are no gaps or paragraphs in the entire letter. The whole page is filled with 20*40 words, which makes people dizzy.
But Qinglan noticed that there were many black dots on the letter. The black dots were distributed regularly. It was not that the ink accidentally dripped, but it seemed to be intentional on the part of the letter writer.
She looked at the envelope again and found strange graffiti on it. Several square grids were displayed on the back of the envelope, far apart from each other, and there were two black dots not far away.
The turbulent memories hit her mind like a flood, Qing Lan subconsciously murmured: "Super Adventure Little Tiger Team..."
"What?" Mu Qing blinked.
Qinglan didn't say anything. She took out a pair of scissors, cut out the back of the envelope, and then cut out holes in the square grid and black dots. After a while, she got a card with square holes and black round holes.
Just like in memory.
…
It was a boring night, and Qinglan was in a bad mood - she forgot why she was in a bad mood, it was just that she was in a bad mood, she played ten games without losing even once, and she won zero games in ten games.
But he wasn't angry either, or Qinglan had never seen him angry.
He didn't say anything and climbed up to work on the desk. This made Qinglan even more angry, thinking sadly that I'm already like this, why don't you come and hug me? It turns out you don't love me anymore...
After a while, he brought over a piece of paper full of garbled characters and a card with holes. Qinglan ignored him and motioned to Qinglan to point the card at the two black dots on the paper.
With a trace of curiosity, Qing Lan pointed the card at the black dot and discovered that the words leaked from the hole in the card could form new sentences.
"Congratulations on your achievement of killing beyond the gods/reward me."
During the intermission about an hour later, Qinglan asked curiously how he knew this secret communication technique. He said that he read it in a book when he was a child. The protagonists in that book were called Super Adventure Tigers.
Team... Later, Qing Lan heard him tell a wonderful story about the Little Tiger Team's adventure all night long.
…
That piece of paper and card had long since been turned into ashes in the fire. But that common memory and the countless days and nights spent together have become the nutrients for her growth, pushing her to where she is today.
.
Qing Lan aligned the newly made card with the black dots on the letter and covered it, and saw sentences with normal grammar appearing in the blanks.
She read slowly and carefully.
Mu Qingmei watched from the side. She kept looking at Qinglan's face, which showed confusion, surprise, joy, and displeasure.
When Qing Lan raised her head, Mu Qingmei asked cautiously: "Is there any news about...that person?"
Qinglan didn't answer, but opened the drawer, took out a lighter, and lit the envelope and letter on fire.
"Sister Qinglan, do you know where he is!?" Mu Qingmei rolled up her sleeves excitedly: "Tell me, I will find someone to bring him back right away, and I will ensure that he is delivered to your bed before dark!"
"No." Qing Lan said angrily: "And what you say is very strange. Making up stories is just making up stories. Don't use the tone you use when you make up stories in your daily speech."
"Then what was written in the letter? Was it written by Mr. Shuren?"
"What did you say~?" Qing Lan sat on the chair and swayed: "Actually, Mr. Shuren just wrote a story in the letter."
"what story?"
Qinglan stood up and walked to the window, looking at the cars and people on the street. After thinking for a while, she said: "He said that there is a kind of life in this world, and every death is for the sake of reunion."
"What do you mean?" Mu Qingmei looked confused: "Is there any metaphor?"
Qing Lan turned her head and glanced at her, then smiled and said, "I won't tell you!"
I do not know.
Mu Qingmei felt as if she was drinking a bowl of midsummer white porcelain plum soup. The broken ice clattered against the wall, and everyone was confused.
At this time, Qinglan suddenly remembered something, nodded her lips and said, "Qingmei, you have worked hard these days."
"Ah? Oh, yes, yes, can you reduce my work a little bit..."
"I'm not talking about work." Qinglan said embarrassedly: "I have troubled you to sleep with me these days...but I can't keep troublesome. I am not a child. I used to sleep alone, but I was spoiled by him.
Already..."
Mu Qing blinked: "So... you got 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 will delay you. After all, you are also a good girl in your twenties, and it's time for you to have a sweet love. I think you have
Many people are interested in you..."
"Tch, those people can't even defeat me, but they dare to try to take my ideas." Mu Qing complained with an eyebrow, and complained: "Actually, I don't have anything to do when I go home at night. I might as well work, read and chat with Sister Qinglan, and
Sister Qinglan, your bed is much more comfortable than mine, I prefer to stay with you..."
"If you don't mind, then move in with me." Qinglan blinked: "It feels like I have a cute and powerful sister. I will rely on you to protect me from now on."
"You can always trust Baiye Mu Qingmei!" Mu Qingmei clasped her fists solemnly and laughed: "From now on, I will protect Sister Qinglan!"
Even if it's just as his temporary replacement.
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 heart-thumping smile, it's worth it.
