My imagination has come true

Chapter 57: Ask Again
Mu Qingyun's handwriting has not been deliberately practiced yet.

She knows that people think that words can make a person.

Everyone said that there is a charm in the words, and the words can show the character of a person.

Since Mu Qingyun wants to be a beauty in the universal sense, the beauty of a beauty lies in her charm and strength of character. She probably needs to practice a good handwriting that will make people's eyes shine in the future.

"Well."

Mu Qingyun paused, and took one of the documents to his eyes for a closer look.

Qiao Wenshu put down her teacup, blinked, and became interested: "What do you think of this article?"

Mu Qingyun nodded cheekily: "It's well written."

Qiao Wenshu smiled: "I also think the writing is not bad, but it is too little, and the meaning is still unfinished. I read the last paragraph, which is about Li Qingzhao, a poetess in the Song Dynasty. I just wrote the beginning, but there is no follow-up, which is really uncomfortable. "

Mu Qingyun nodded: "Grandma Qiao, you come to my house to play tonight, and I'll make up for you the back, ah, and the front."

Qiao Wenshu nodded happily, and in the middle of nodding, she sat up straight suddenly, touched the teacup on the table: "This—this article was written by you, Ah Qing!?"

Mu Qingyun shrugged.

Qiao Wenshu understood immediately, smiled wryly, and sighed: "It's really happened after a long time."

She shook her head and said helplessly, "These children are a little bit more courageous now."

At this moment, Qiao Wenshu was convinced that the real author of the article sent by Hong Biao was Ah Qing.

Compared with that Gao Xiaowei, she certainly believed in Mu Qingyun.

"Okay, it's not a big deal, let's eat dumplings."

Qiao Wenshu smiled, pushed the documents aside, helped Mu Qingyun pick up a few dumplings with serving chopsticks, and asked the waiter to make dipping sauces according to her taste, using sweet and sour sesame oil.

"I specifically told you that this shrimp dumpling is very clean, there is absolutely no shrimp skin, so eat it with confidence."

Mu Qingyun only ate at Qiao's house once, and Qiao Wenshu remembered her preferences.

She can't eat shrimp skin, she has a slight allergy, and she will get eczema on her body after eating it.

Her mother knew it, her grandmother knew it, even her stepfather's older sister and younger brother knew it, and Grandma Qiao, who hadn't been together for long, knew it too. Only her father Mu Siping, after hearing about it, only gave her two words—"hypocritical" ! '

Then it was forgotten.

There are three types of dumplings: carrot egg, scallion pork, and shrimp. Mu Qingyun took a bite. The dumplings made by this shop are very homely, like the one she made with her mother during Chinese New Year. The filling is big and the skin is thin, and there is not much seasoning. Ingredients, as long as the ingredients themselves are fresh and fragrant.

The mellow taste exploded on the tip of the tongue, Mu Qingyun ate two in a row, and a tinge of warmth suddenly rose in his heart.

In fact, it is really not difficult to heal a person. For example, at a certain moment, someone is willing to pay a little bit of sincerity, a little bit of warmth, and the wound in the heart can be healed a little bit.

After dinner, Qiao Wenshu handed over two thick document bags: "It's the supplementary materials I asked for from a few old guys. syllabus."

Qiao Wenshu said helplessly, "You say you child, why are you in such a hurry? We had no choice at that time. The country was in short supply of talents. I wish I could go to school today, finish it in three days, and take all the bones of my body in a month. Come and build our Great Ming Kingdom."

"But you don't need to worry. Your student life may be the most comfortable and beautiful time in your life. If you follow the steps, it will be very good."

Qiao Wenshu just tried to persuade her according to her own thoughts. Mu Qingyun was in a hurry and insisted on taking the college entrance examination and going to university quickly, so she only sent teaching materials, hoping that the child would avoid a few detours.

After a meal, Mu Qingyun hurried back to class after making an appointment with Grandma Qiao to see her again in the evening.

She has been studying and studying recently, and she forgets to eat and sleep. When she goes to the boxing gym to practice boxing, she always wears headphones to listen to English.

The college entrance examination is a single-plank bridge with thousands of troops.

After learning to Mu Qingyun's level, every point of improvement, every improvement in ranking, is to be exchanged with blood and sweat.

Her opponent is more than 80 candidates in the province. If possible, she also wants to be the number one among the more than 1000 million candidates in the country.

Among Mu Qingyun's opponents, which one is not the pride of heaven?
She cheated, and in the lives of these people, who didn't cheat?
All kinds of thoughts flashed by, and Mu Qingyun stopped thinking about Gao Xiaowei or Wang Xiaowei, and devoted himself to intense study again.

Even when Grandma Qiao came at night, she just handed over the pile of notes to her old man, including the copy of the notebook that Gao Xiaowei picked up.

After handing in the things, she became the hands-off shopkeeper.

Qiao Wenshu, on the other hand, worked tirelessly, read briefly overnight, filed records one by one, took pictures and uploaded them, and then sent all the materials to several old friends she knew well.

If it was usual, she wouldn't be so cautious, but Gao Xiaowei just pretended to admit it, so Qiao Wenshu naturally wanted to be perfect. .

Finally finished all the business that should be done, Qiao Wenshu let out a sigh of relief, couldn't wait, and hurriedly found the chapter about poets and literati of the Song Dynasty, after reading it, she was fascinated.

After getting the information from Hong Biao, Hezhou and the others highly praised Beixu's "Three Kings Rebellion" related texts. Qiao Wenshu didn't think it was bad, but she preferred the ones that only wrote a little later, Song Dynasty literati stories between.

Especially the poetess Li Qingzhao.

After reading a little bit, she felt extremely romantic. Now that she saw the original copy, Qiao Wenshu was fascinated by it not long after. She was so excited for a while, she took the notebook and walked from the bedroom to the living room, humming and waltzing, laughing again and again. Leaning forward and backward, swinging left and right.

Little Taozi: "... Hey, brother Yang, grandma is crazy."

Zhao Yang: "..."

Xiao Taozi is still too small, rare and strange.

In the past few years, grandma has indeed become more stable, and it is rare to see madness. But in the early years, especially when he was just in elementary school, there would be two or three times every month, and he would suspect that grandma and her friends had just come out of a mental hospital. .

In the blink of an eye, this week will be over again.

Friday was a rainy day.

Mu Qingyun stamped off the mud on his feet at the door of the classroom, took off his raincoat and hung it on the coat hook, then returned to his seat and sat down.

Recently, Teacher Jia asked for leave and didn't show up for several days. The students in the class didn't know him well, so they didn't care much.

Mu Qingyun's lack of a 'monitor' is naturally not bad, but without a free driver, it is inevitable to get up earlier in the morning, and no one has replaced breakfast.

"Hey."

"Ah Qing, you've also heard that the students in Class [-] all said to go to the multimedia classroom later, Gao Xiaowei seems to be holding some defense meeting there?"

"It seems that several professors from Yanzhou University have come, and there are rumors that professors from other universities have also come. If there is no accident, Gao Xiaowei will be recruited away. How wonderful, I want to be recruited too."

Mu Qingyun blinked: "Many students go to see it?"

"Uh-huh."

Mu Qingyun slowly put the schoolbag into the desk, and smiled: "That's really a surprise."

I just don't know, will Gao Xiaowei also feel pleasantly surprised at the end?

In the huge multimedia classroom, Gao Xiaowei's complacency didn't dissipate from his face when he suddenly panicked.

Hong Biao was also a little surprised.

"Mr. Qiao, how many are you?"

At this time, the multimedia classroom was brightly lit, and there were five teachers sitting on the seats, including Qiao Wenshu, He Zhou, Gao Xiangyu, Fang Sheng from Yanzhou University, and Huang Tao from the historical research group in Taoshi.

They are all well-known big shots, but there is still a gap between the news that Hong Biao got.

He thought that the members of the editorial team of the big dictionary in several cities near Taoshi would have to come over anyway.

Qiao Wenshu waved her hand, asked Hong Biao to sit down, raised her head and waved to Gao Xiaowei with a slightly serious expression.

Gao Xiaowei's heart skipped a beat.

Qiao Wenshu didn't hold back, and said solemnly: "Student Gao, Teacher Hong sent me an email a week ago and showed me the information of this article."

"I think the writing is very good. After reading this article, I think there are many historical hypotheses, and perhaps all of them can have a definite result."

"So I greeted the members of the historical dictionary editing team, wrote a proposal and submitted it. In principle, after this article is sorted out, relevant knowledge points will be extracted and written into the dictionary, at least in the appendix. Make an offer."

"If there is no problem with the argument, our history textbooks may have to be revised in the past two years."

Gao Xiaowei was in a state of turmoil, and could hardly contain his excitement. He tried to remain calm, and then Qiao Wenshu said slowly: "Hong Biao said, you are the author. I want to ask again, whether he heard it wrong or made a mistake. Is this article indeed written by you?"

Hong Biao was taken aback, very inexplicable.

Gao Xiaowei buzzed in his head, feeling at a loss.

"What do you mean?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Why haven't you started yet?"

"When is the plea?"

The back door of the multimedia classroom, the windows on the left and right sides, are full of human heads.

At this time, it was just in time for the big class break, and the 10-minute break was barely enough for the students to join in the fun.

Class [-], Class [-], and Class [-], a small half of the students from each class on the east side of this floor came.

The students did not speak loudly, but the large number of students inevitably made their voices seem noisy.

Gao Xiaowei gently pinched his fingers, collected himself, and took out the small incense burner with long pillars from his pocket.

His breathing became extremely light and shallow, his eyes wandered, and his face was a little pale.

This thing didn't work out!
But Gao Xiaowei still believed that this incense must be real.

This adventure must be real.

Gao Xiaowei calmed down, and said loudly: "I was just lucky, and I got something by chance. I accidentally read some miscellaneous books and materials on the street, and then I got this article. It's not really a skill."

Hong Biao exhaled.

He was really taken aback when he heard Teacher Qiao's question just now. After thinking about it carefully, it should be impossible. Which brat is so bold as to dare to deceive Teacher Qiao and the others?

That's true, if it is exposed, it will be a lifetime of stains.

Qiao Wenshu, He Zhou and other teachers looked at each other and shook their heads.

"okay."

Qiao Wenshu said helplessly, "Little Tang, help me run to Class [-] and call Mu Qingyun over."

The intern teacher who was in charge of running errands for them at No. [-] Middle School quickly responded and went to call for someone.

Gao Xiaowei's heart tightened, his whole body turned cold.

The multimedia classroom is on the same floor as Class 2. In less than [-] minutes, Mu Qingyun walked in, knocked on the door, looked at Gao Xiaowei, turned around and smiled and said, "How many teachers are looking for me?"

Qiao Wenshu stood up with a smile on her face, beckoned Mu Qingyun to go over, and seriously introduced to the old guys around her: "This is Mu Qingyun, my little friend."

When Gao Xiaowei arrived at the scene just now, she was not so gentle and kind, let alone such palpable importance.

(End of this chapter)