Die For Life

Knocking.

"Please come in."

Mu Qing opened the door and walked in, watching Qing Lan working at the desk, with a glass of iced coconut juice on the table. She still has picturesque and flawless eyebrows, and she wears a Tsing Yi Luoshang that is out of vulgarity. The only difference from the previous ones is that she has a hanging hair and a small bun, like a swallowtail.

"Sister Qinglan!"

Qing Lan raised her head and glanced at Mu Qing's eyebrows, helped her glasses and smiled and said, "You just came here."

"Is there anything you want to tell me?" Mu Qing closed the door and sat down.

"Rong Yao and their slave liberation movement have achieved initial results. Now no one in Xuanzhu County wears the'grace lock' anymore. You need to write an article to let everyone know that the grace lock can only be used to prevent livestock from getting lost, and it is usually used on people. They are all vicious crimes." Qing Lan handed out a piece of paper: "The key points are all inside, and they must be written out."

Mu Qing looked at the eyebrows, and the first point above was, "Don’t throw away the broken limbs blown up by the grace lock, take it to the medical lawsuit for free treatment, and you can also pick it up." Wounded?"

"Many people have been slaves for a lifetime, and the grace lock is a real'grace' for them, a reward from the master's family, and they are not willing to remove it at all."

"Then let them wear—"

"The grace lock needs special light energy to supplement, but when the inner city was on fire, many light energy supplements were also damaged and scrapped. Their grace locks could not be replenished, and they have exploded in the past few days... and It’s just that the grace key made by Grace Factory is too rough, sometimes it won’t be able to meet it, and it will explode if it is forcibly removed."

"Also," Qing Lan opened a notebook: "Send someone from the navy side to say that we will not be held accountable for the loss of military expenses and the attack on the **** team. At the same time, they have already evacuated from Dongyang. Now many people are afraid of Linhai. People will call, and this news must be published in the next issue of the newspaper."

"good."

"Yin Minghong's reconstruction work has completed the first stage. You inform the reporters to keep an eye on it. Any good news will be posted directly on the bulletin board at the intersection. The prices of grain and oil shops should also be updated every day. It gives the people the chance to panic suddenly, and now everyone is arrogant, and they will be overly nervous about anything..."

"Um."

"Wenhong’s compulsory education class is already being planned. Although it only contains a few tactics, as well as basic theoretical knowledge such as heavenly secrets, arithmetic, and machinery, it is expected that the classes will not start until next month at the latest, but you have to start They prepared a small section to introduce compulsory education in the newspaper, and at the same time popularize some common sense of life..."

Mu Qingmei took out a small record book as she listened, almost forgetting the purpose of her coming, until she raised her head and saw Qing Lan secretly aiming at herself from the corner of her eye.

The moment his eyes met, the editor-in-chief's office became silent.

After a while, Qing Lan picked up the cup and took a sip of smooth milky white coconut milk, and asked nonchalantly: "By the way, what's the matter with you looking for me?"

You have a thousand names and ten thousand things on your lips just to cover up the one in your heart.

Although life seems to be full and busy, you have enough reasons to be indifferent, but you don't look in the mirror and you can't see how lonely and expectant you are on your face.

If the person who died that day was me, if I were him... A strange idea suddenly flashed across Mu Qing's eyebrows. She shook her head, threw the strange thought out of her mind, and took out a letter: "I received a letter, I think you need to read it."

Qing Lan took the letter, and Wei Wei was startled: "Mr. Shuren? Yanjing Royal Academy?"

"Yes, I thought Mr. Shuren, the author of "Echoes of the Future", was still alive, so I brought it to you. But..." Mu Qing frowned and said, "I suspect this is a prank."

"mischief?"

"Just look at it."

Qing Lan took out the letter with a blank expression. She naturally knew the true identity of Mr. Shuren-that was just one of Jing Zhengwei's dozens of pseudonyms.

She has read every first draft of "Echoes in the Future", and he often asks her to proofread the text. Sometimes he doesn’t want to write halfway through, so he lets Qinglan move by himself—he gives a detailed outline directly. The beautiful name is "Train your writing ability", let Qing Lan continue to write.

If Qing Lan is willing, she can also write about the three male protagonists' emotional and deceptive characters, because he is particularly bad at writing emotional lines, so she just doesn't write it.

"Echoes of the Future" has several particularly detailed stories and the heart-warming interaction between the male protagonist and the female character, which was written by Qing Lan.

Even readers can see that they think that Mr. Shuren is a female author, but they don't know if the author is a stand-in messenger. Sometimes he writes by himself, and sometimes he writes by a stand-in.

But Jing Zhengwei has absolutely no reason to use a pen name to inform Qinglan, hiding his identity is meaningless to him—he doesn’t know it, as long as he comes back, even if he has the consul Huyansiluo on his head, he still He is undoubtedly the first person in Dongyang District.

In terms of fame, political achievements, ability, and Bai Ye's trust in him, once he comes back, it will really be the rhythm of ‘Silver Blood Society has fallen into law, how to deal with Dongyang District, please command Jing War God’.

Doesn't he trust Bai Ye? But Qing Lan knew that from the beginning, he wanted to hand over all the industries to the trade union led by Bai Ye. His trust in Bai Ye made Qing Lan even think whether he had secretly become a White Night Walker.

Therefore, Qing Lan 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 come to her.

Until she took the letter out.

"You can't understand it, right?" Mu Qing said, "I know every word on it, but I can't understand it when connected together—there is no grammar at all!"

Yes.

This is a garbled letter.

For example, the first line is "Dog Ting Ri hits Dota 2 will not be updated"-what a mess.

What's more frightening is that the entire letter has no gaps, no subsections, and the entire page is full of 20*40 words, which makes people dizzy.

But Qing Lan noticed that there were many black dots on the letter. The black dots are distributed regularly, not because the ink accidentally dripped, it seems that the writer deliberately did it.

She looked at the envelope again and found strange graffiti on the envelope. Several square grids are displayed on the back of the envelope, far apart from each other, and there are two black dots not far away.

Turbulent memories flooded my mind, Qing Lan murmured subconsciously: "Super Adventure Little Tigers..."

"What?" Mu Qing blinked.

Qing Lan did not speak, took out a pair of scissors, cut out the back of the envelope, and then cut the square grid and black dots out of the hole. After a while, she got a card with square holes and black round holes.

Just the same as in memory.

...

It was a boring night, and Qing Lan 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 games and didn't release the water once, and she gave him a zero seal by winning ten games in a row.

But he was not angry either, or Qing Lan had never seen him angry.

He did not speak, and climbed to the desk to work. This made Qinglan even more angry, thinking sadly about me, why didn't you come and hug me? As expected, you don't love me anymore...

In a short while, he took a piece of paper full of garbled codes and a card with holes. Qing Lan turned his head and ignored him. He motioned Qing Lan to align the card with the two black dots on the paper.

With a hint of curiosity, Qing Lan pointed the card at the black spot, and found that the words leaking out of the card hole could form a new sentence.

"Congratulations on achieving the killing that surpasses the gods/reward one me"

During the intermission about an hour later, Qing Lan curiously asked him how he knew this secret contact technique. He said that he saw it in a book when he was a child. The protagonists of that book are called Super Adventure Little Tigers. The team... Qing Lan listened to him telling a wonderful story about adventuring the Little Tigers all night.

...

That piece of paper and card had already been turned into ashes in the fire. But that shared memory, as well as the countless days and nights spent together, have turned into the nourishment for her growth, and pushed her to this day.

Qing Lan aligned this newly-made card with the black dots on the letter, and saw a sentence with normal grammar appearing in the blank.

She reads slowly and seriously.

Mu Qing eyebrows watched from the side, and she had been watching Qing Lan's face. There had been doubts, surprises, joys, and upsets.

After Qing Lan raised her head, Mu Qing asked cautiously: "Is there any news about that person?"

Qing Lan didn't answer, but instead opened the drawer and took out a lighter, and lit the envelope and letter.

"Sister Qinglan, do you know where he is!?" Mu Qing eyebrows rolled up her sleeves excitedly: "Tell me, I will find someone to bring him back, and promise to bring him back to your bed before dark!"

"No." Qing Lan said grotesquely: "And you are so weird. Making up stories belongs to stories. Don't use your tone of voice when you make up stories."

"What is written in the letter? Did Mr. Shuren write it?"

"Say~ what~ what~" Qing Lan dangling from her chair: "In fact, Mr. Shuren just wrote a story in the letter."

"what story?"

Qing Lan stood up and walked to the window, looked at the car fashionable people on the street, and thought for a while before saying: "He said that there is a kind of life in this world, and every death is for reunion."

"What do you mean?" Mu Qing looked puzzled: "Is there any metaphor?"

Qing Lan turned her head and glanced at her, Zhanyan 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~www.readwn.com~ The crushed ice cried against the wall, and everyone looked confused.

At this time, Qing Lan suddenly remembered something, and nodded her lips and said, "Qingmei, you have been working hard these days."

"Ah? Oh, yeah, yeah, can you reduce my work..."

"I'm not talking about work." Qing Lan said embarrassedly, "I bother you to sleep with me these days... But I can't always trouble you. I'm not a kid. I used to sleep alone, but I was spoiled by him. NS……"

Mu Qing blinked her eyebrows: "So... I got tired after you slept for a few days, and want to abandon me?"

Qing Lan snorted and laughed: "But you always stick to me, I'm afraid I will delay you. After all, you are also a good girl of Erba Fanghua, and it is time to talk about sweet love. I think there is Many people are interested in you..."

"Cut, those people can't even beat me, so they dare to make me mind." Mu Qing grumbled and vomited bitterly: "Actually, I have nothing to do when I go home at night. It's better to accompany Sister Qinglan to work, read, and chat. Sister Qinglan, your bed is much more comfortable than mine. I prefer to stay with you..."

"If you don't mind, then move over and live with me." Qing Lan blinked: "It feels like I have a cute and powerful sister. I will rely on you to protect me in the future."

"You can always trust Bai Ye Mu Qing Mei!" Mu Qing Mei clasped his fists solemnly, and said with a chuckle: "I will protect Sister Qing Lan from now on!"

Even if only as a temporary substitute for him.

Even if it's just a little girl lighting a match for heating.

Even if it's just a secret destined to be taken to the grave.

But as long as it can guard this breathtaking smile, it's worth it.