You Are Strong But It’s Mine Now

knock knock.

"Please come in."

Mu Qingmei pushed open the door and entered, watching Qing Lan working at the 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 said with a smile, "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, and it can only be 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 down."

Mu Qingmei took a look, and the first point above was "Don't throw the broken limbs blown up by the grace lock, take it to the doctor for free treatment, and you can pick it up." She wondered, "The grace lock has been removed, how can there still be people? Blast?"

"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 occurred, many light energy supplements were damaged and scrapped. Their grace locks could not be replenished, and they exploded in the past few days... and It's that the grace keys made by the grace factory are too rough, sometimes they can't be matched, and if they are forcibly removed, they 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 expenses and the attack on our escort. At the same time, they have already evacuated from Dongyang. Now many people are afraid of Linhai. People will call and this must be in the next issue of the newspaper."

"good."

"Yin Minghong's reconstruction work has completed the first stage. You should 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 stores should be updated every day. Let the people have the opportunity to panic suddenly, and now everyone is in a panic, and they will be overly nervous about anything..."

"Ok."

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

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

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

After a while, Qing Lan picked up the cup and took a sip of the smooth milky white coconut juice, and asked casually, "By the way, is there anything you want to do with 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, and you have enough 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 mind, and took out a letter: "I received a letter, 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 the author of "Echoes of the Future", Mr. Shuren, 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."

Qing Lan took out the letter with a blank face. 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". He often asks her to proofread the text. Sometimes he doesn't want to write halfway through the writing, so he lets Qinglan do it himself - he directly gives a detailed outline, Euphemistically called 'exercise your writing ability', let Qing Lan continue to write.

If Qing Lan wanted to, she could also write about the three male protagonists' emotional fantasies, because he was not very good at writing emotional lines, so he simply didn'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 substitute messenger.

But Jing Zhengwei had absolutely no reason to use a pseudonym to inform Qing Lan that hiding his identity meant nothing to him—he wouldn't know, as long as he came back, even if he had to put Huyan Silo on his head, he would 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 returns, it will really be the rhythm of "The Silver Blood Society has already subverted the law, what to do with Dongyang District, please ask the God of War Jing to order".

Does he not 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 took the letter out.

"You don't understand it, right?" Mu Qing spread her brows and spread her hands: "I know every word on it, but I can't understand it when it's linked together—there's no grammar at all!"

Yes.

This is a garbled letter.

For example, the first line is "Dota 2 will not be updated on the dog Tingri" - what a mess.

What's even more frightening 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 saw 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 his 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, cut out the back of the envelope, and cut out 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, 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 of battle cards and didn't release water once, and the ten-game winning streak gave him zero seal.

But he wasn't angry either, or Qing Lan had never seen him angry.

He didn't speak, and climbed to the desk to work by himself. 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 anymore...

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 dots on the paper.

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 slaughter beyond the gods/reward a me"

During the intermission about an hour later, Qing Lan asked him curiously 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 that book were called Super Adventure Tigers. Team... Qinglan later heard him tell the wonderful story of the adventure tiger team all night.

...

The paper and card had already been turned into 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 displeasure.

After 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 the 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 to bring him to your bed before dark!"

"No." Qing Lan said angrily: "And what you say is 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. Tree Man?"

"Say~ 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. She looked at the traffic people on the street. After thinking for a while, she said, "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, and said with a smile: "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 hit the wall with a clanging sound, and everyone was confused.

At this time, Qing Lan suddenly remembered something, nodded her lips and said, "Qingmei, you've 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, I used to sleep alone, but I was spoiled by him. now..."

Mu Qing frowned and said, "So...you get tired of sleeping with me for a few days, and you want to abandon me?"

Qing Lan laughed: "But you always stick with me~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I'm afraid I will delay you. After all, you are also a good girl of Erbafanghua, and you should also talk about sweet love. Yes. I think a lot of people are interested in you..."

"Cut, those people can't even beat me, so they dare to beat my ideas." Mu Qing frowned and vomited bitterly: "Actually, I have nothing to do when I go home at night, I might as well accompany Sister Qinglan to work, read books and chat, and Sister Qinglan, your bed is much more comfortable than mine, and 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 clasped 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 destined to be taken to the grave.

But as long as you can protect this heart-warming smile, it's worth it.