Your Talent Is Good; It’s Now Mine Chapter 291: Every death is for a reunion
Knock knock.
"Please come in."
Mu Qingmei pushed open the door and entered, watching Qinglan working at a desk with a glass of iced coconut juice on the table. She still has picturesque eyebrows and flawless eyes, and she is dressed in blue clothes and Luo Chang is out of the ordinary. The only difference from the previous one is that she has a small bun that hangs down like a swallowtail.
"Sister Qinglan!"
Qing Lan looked up at Mu Qingmei, adjusted her glasses, and smiled, "You came just in time."
"Is there anything you want to explain to me?" Mu Qingmei closed the door and sat down.
"Rong Yao and their slave liberation movement has 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. People are vicious crimes." Qing Lan handed out a piece of paper: "The key points are all inside, and they must be written down."
Mu Qingmei took a look and the first point above was "Don't throw away the broken limbs that have been blown up by the grace lock, take it to the doctor for free treatment, and you can still pick it up." She wondered: "The grace lock has been removed, why? Will anyone be injured?"
"Many people have been slaves all their lives. For them, the grace lock is a real 'grace', a gift from the Lord's family, and they are not willing to remove it at all."
"Then let them wear-"
"The lock of grace needs special light energy to be replenished, but when the fire in the inner city, many light energy replenishers were also damaged and scrapped. Their grace locks could not be replenished, and they exploded in the past few days... ...and the Grace key made by the Grace Factory is too rough, sometimes it can't be matched, and if it is forcibly removed, it will explode."
"Also," Qing Lan opened a notebook: "Linjun sent someone to say that we would not be held accountable for the loss of military spending and the attack on the escort. At the same time, they have already evacuated from Dongyang. Now many people They are all afraid that people from Linhai will call, and this news must be published in the next issue of the newspaper."
"Good."
"The reconstruction work on Yin Minghong's side has completed the first stage. Please inform the reporters to keep an eye on it. Any good news will be posted directly on the bulletin board at the intersection. The price of grain and oil stores will also be charged every day. Update, don't let the public have the opportunity to panic suddenly, everyone is in a panic, and they will be too nervous about anything..."
"Hmm."
"The compulsory education class at Wenhong's side is already being planned. Although it only includes a few tactics, as well as basic theoretical knowledge such as celestial secrets, arithmetic, and mechanics, the class is expected to start next month at the latest, but you also We need to start preparing a small section for them, introducing compulsory education in newspapers and popularizing some common sense of life..."
Mu Qingmei took out a small notebook after listening to it, 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 the eyes met, the editor-in-chief's office became silent.
After a while, Qing Lan took a sip of the smooth white coconut milk from the cup, and asked casually, "By the way, is there anything you're looking for me for?"
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, and you have plenty of reasons to look like you don't care, you don't look in the mirror to see how lonely and expectant your face is.
If the person who died that day was me, if I were him... A strange thought suddenly flashed across Mu Qingmei's mind. She shook her head, shook the strange thoughts out of her head, and pulled out a letter: "I got a letter, and I think you need to look at it."
Qing Lan took the letter and was slightly startled: "Mr. Shuren? Yanjing Royal Academy?"
"Yeah, I thought Mr. Shuren, the author of "Echoes of the Future", was still alive, so I brought it to you. But..." Mu Qing frowned, "I suspect this is a prank."
"Prank?"
"You'll know when you look at it."
Qing Lan pulled out the letter blankly. She naturally knew Mr. Shuren's true identity - it was just one of Jing Zhengwei's dozens of pseudonyms.
She has read every first draft of "Echoes of the Future", and he often asks her to proofread the text. Sometimes he doesn't want to write halfway through, so he lets Qinglan do it himself - he gives a copy directly The fine outline, euphemistically called 'exercise your writing ability', let Qing Lan continue to write.
If Qinglan wants to, she can also write about the three male protagonists' emotional fantasies, because he is not good at writing emotional lines, so she simply doesn't write them.
"Echoes of the Future" has several particularly delicate stories and the heartwarming interaction between the male protagonist and the female characters, which was written by Qing Lan.
Even readers can see that they all think that Mr. Shuren will be a female author, but they don't know that the author is a stand-in messenger.
But Jing Zhengwei has absolutely no reason to use a pseudonym to inform Qing Lan that hiding his identity means nothing to him - he won't know, as long as he comes back, even if he has the consul Huyan Siluo on his head, But he is still the undisputed number one 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 "The Silver Blood Society has already subverted the law.
Doesn't he trust Bai Ye? But Qinglan knew that from the very beginning, he wanted to hand over all industries to the trade union led by Bai Ye, and his trust in Bai Ye even made Qing Lan think that 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 long ago, and it would never reach her.
until she takes the letter out.
"You don't understand it, right?" Mu Qing spread her eyebrows and spread her hands: "I know every word above, but I can't understand it when they are connected 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" - what a mess.
What's even more terrifying is that the entire letter is not separated or divided into sections. The entire page is full of 20*40 text, which makes people dizzy.
But Qing Lan noticed that there were many black dots on the letter. The black dots are distributed regularly, not accidentally dripping ink, but it seems to be the intention of the writer.
She looked at the envelope again and noticed strange graffiti on it. Several square grids are displayed on the back of the envelope, far apart from each other, with two black dots not far away.
The turbulent memories hit my heart like a flood, and Qing Lan murmured subconsciously: "Super Adventure Tigers..."
"What?" Mu Qing frowned.
Qing Lan didn't speak. She took out a pair of scissors and cut out the back of the envelope. Then she cut out the square grid and black dots. After a while, she got a sheet with square holes and black round holes. card.
Just as I remembered.
……
It was a boring night, Qing Lan was in a bad mood - she forgot why she was in a bad mood, in short, she was in a bad mood. Zero seal.
But he wasn't angry either, or Qing Lan had never seen him angry.
He didn't speak, and climbed to his desk to work. This made Qinglan even more angry, thinking sadly that I'm already like this, why don't you come and hug me, you really don't love me so much...
After a while, he brought a piece of paper full of garbled characters and a card with a hole in it. Qinglan turned his head and ignored him. He motioned Qinglan to align the card with the two black circles on the paper. point.
With a hint of curiosity, Qing Lan pointed the card at the black dot, and found that the words leaking from the hole in the card could form a new sentence.
"Congratulations on reaching a kill beyond the gods/reward a me"
During the intermission about an hour later, Qing Lan curiously asked him how he knew this kind of secret contact skills. He said that he had read it from a book when he was a child. The protagonists of the book were called The Super Adventure Tigers... Later, Qing Lan heard him tell the wonderful story of the Adventure Tigers all night.
……
The paper and card had already been reduced to fly ash in the fire. But that shared memory, and the countless days and nights spent together, have become the nutrients for her growth, driving her to where she is today.
Qing Lan put this newly made card on the black dot on the letter and covered it, and saw a sentence with normal grammar in the space.
She reads slowly and earnestly.
Mu Qingmei watched from the side, she kept looking at Qing Lan's face, there were doubts, surprises, joy, and unhappiness.
When Qing Lan raised her head, Mu Qingmei asked cautiously, "Is there any news about that person?"
Qing Lan didn't answer, but opened the drawer and took out a lighter, igniting the envelope and letter.
"Sister Qinglan, do you know where he is!?" Mu Qingmei rolled up her sleeves excitedly: "Tell me, I'll find someone to bring him back and make sure it's delivered to your bed before dark! "
"No." Qing Lan said angrily: "And your words are so weird. Make up stories and make up stories. Don't use the tone of your story when you speak everyday."
"What exactly was written in the letter? Was it written by Mr. Treeman?"
"Said~ what~ what~?" Qing Lan was dangling on the chair: "Actually, Mr. Shuren just wrote a story in the letter."
"What story?"
Qing Lan stood up and walked to the window, looked at the car-popping people on the street, and thought for a while before saying, "He said, there is a kind of life in this world, and every death is for a reunion."
"What do you mean?" Mu Qingmei looked puzzled: "Is there any metaphor?"
Qing Lan glanced at her sideways, then smiled and said, "I won't tell you!"
Looking back and smiling Bai Meisheng.
Mu Qingmei felt as if she was drinking a bowl of midsummer white porcelain plum soup.
At this time, Qinglan suddenly remembered something, nodded her lips and said, "Qingmei, you have worked hard these days."
"Huh? Oh, yeah yeah, can you cut down on my work..."
"I'm not talking about work." Qing Lan said embarrassedly, "I've been bothering you to sleep with me these days...but I can't keep bothering you. I'm not a child. He's used to it..."
Mu Qing blinked her eyes: "So...you're tired of sleeping with me for a few days, and you want to abandon me?"
Qing Lan burst out laughing: "But you always stick with me~IndoMTL.com~ I'm afraid I will delay you. After all, you are also a good girl of Erbafanghua, and you should also talk about sweetness. I'm in love. I think a lot of people are interested in you..."
"Cut, those people can't even beat me, so they dare to beat me." Mu Qing frowned and complained: "Actually, I have nothing to do when I go home at night, so I might as well accompany Sister Qinglan to work and read books. Chat, 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 and live with me." Qing Lan blinked: "I feel like I have a cute and powerful sister, and I will rely on you to protect me in the future."
"You can always trust Bai Ye Mu Qingmei!" Mu Qingmei clenched her fists in a serious manner, and laughed: "I will protect Sister Qinglan from now on!"
Even if only as a temporary replacement for him.
Even if it's just a little girl lighting a match for warmth.
Even if it's just a secret doomed to the grave.
But as long as you can protect this heart-pounding smile, it's worth it.