Mu Qingyun's calligraphy has not yet been practiced deliberately.
She knows that people think words can reveal a person.
Everyone says that words are full of charm and can reveal a person's character.
Since Mu Qingyun wants to be a beauty in the universal sense, the beauty of a beauty lies in her charm and character. She will probably need to practice a good calligraphy in the future that will make people shine.
"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 shamelessly: "Well written."
Qiao Wenshu smiled: "I don't think the writing is bad, but it's too little, and the meaning is still unfinished. I read the last paragraph, about Li Qingzhao, a female lyricist in the Song Dynasty. I just wrote the beginning, but there is no follow-up, which is really uncomfortable. "
Mu Qingyun nodded: "Grandma Qiao, come to my house to play tonight, I will make up for you the back, ah, and the front."
Qiao Wenshu nodded happily, and in the middle of the nod, she suddenly sat up straight, bumped the tea cup on the table: "This - this article was written by you, Ah Qing!?"
Mu Qingyun shrugged.
Qiao Wenshu understood immediately, smiled bitterly, and sighed: "We have been making trouble for a long time, but this is really what happened."
She shook her head and said helplessly: "These children are so courageous now."
Qiao Wenshu was now convinced that the real author of the article sent by Hong Biao was Ah Qing.
Compared with that Gao Xiaowei, of course she believed in Mu Qingyun.
"Okay, it's not a big deal, let's eat dumplings."
Qiao Wenshu smiled, pushed the documents aside, quickly helped Mu Qingyun pick up several dumplings, and then asked the waiter to prepare dipping sauce according to her taste, using sweet and sour sesame oil.
"I specifically told you that this shrimp dumpling is very clean and there is absolutely no shrimp skin, so you can eat it with confidence."
Mu Qingyun only had one meal at Qiao's house, and Qiao Wenshu remembered her preferences.
She can't eat shrimp skin because she has a slight allergy and will get eczema on her body after eating it.
Her mother knew it, her grandmother knew it, even her stepfather's sister and brother knew it, and Grandma Qiao, who they had not been with for long, also knew it. Only her father Mu Siping, after hearing about it, only gave her two words - 'pretentious' ! '
Then it was forgotten.
The dumplings were made of carrots, eggs, scallions, pork, and shrimps. Mu Qingyun took a bite. The dumplings made here were very homely, like the ones she and her mother made together during the Chinese New Year. They had big fillings and thin skins, and not much seasoning. Ingredients, as long as the ingredients themselves are fresh and fragrant.
The mellow taste exploded on the tip of his tongue. Mu Qingyun ate two pills in a row, and a 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 give a little sincere consideration and a little warmth, which can slightly heal the wound in the heart.
After dinner, Qiao Wenshu handed over two thick document bags: "These are teaching aids I got from some old guys. They haven't been published yet. I asked someone to read them and they said they were very good. They were all in accordance with the textbooks." The syllabus is compiled.”
Qiao Wenshu said helplessly, "You kid, why are you in such a hurry? We had no choice at that time. The country was in urgent need of talents. I wished I could go to school today and finish it in three days. In one month, I would have broken all the bones in my body." Come and build our Ming Dynasty."
"But you don't need to be anxious. Your student life may be the most comfortable and best time in your life. Just follow the steps and you'll be fine."
Qiao Wenshu only gave her a few words of advice based on her own thoughts. Mu Qingyun was anxious and insisted on rushing to take the college entrance examination and go to university, so she only sent teaching aid materials, hoping that the children would avoid a few detours.
After finishing the meal and making an appointment with Grandma Qiao to see her again in the evening, Mu Qingyun hurried back to class.
She has been spending so much time studying and studying recently that she wears headphones to listen to English when she goes to the boxing gym to practice boxing.
The college entrance examination is like a single-plank bridge with thousands of troops and horses.
After learning to the point like Mu Qingyun, every point improvement and every ranking improvement must be exchanged for blood and sweat.
Her opponents are more than 800,000 candidates in the province. If possible, she would like to be the best among the more than 10 million candidates nationwide.
Which of Mu Qingyun's opponents is not the proud one?
She cheated. Who among these people didn't cheat in their lives?
All kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind. Mu Qingyun no longer thought about Gao Xiaowei or Wang Xiaowei, and devoted himself to intense study.
Even when Grandma Qiao came in the evening, she would just hand over the pile of notes to her old man, including the copy of the notebook picked up by Gao Xiaowei.
After handing over the things, she became the hands-off shopkeeper.
Qiao Wenshu worked tirelessly, reading it roughly overnight, recording, taking photos and uploading them one by one, and then sent all the information to a few old friends she knew well.
Normally, she wouldn't be so cautious, but this incident of Gao Xiaowei's false confession just happened, so Qiao Wenshu naturally wanted to be perfect. .
Finally finishing all the important things that she should do, Qiao Wenshu let out a sigh of relief and couldn't wait to find the chapter about the poets and literati of the Song Dynasty. After reading this, she became fascinated.
After getting the information from Hong Biao, Hezhou and others highly praised Beixu's writings related to "Three Kings' Rebellion". Qiao Wenshu didn't think it was bad, but she preferred the ones that only wrote a little about Song Dynasty literati. stories between.
Especially the female poet Li Qingzhao.
After reading only a little bit, she felt it was extremely romantic. Now that she saw the original copy, Qiao Wenshu was fascinated by it in a short time. She was so excited for a while that she walked from the bedroom to the living room with the notebook in her hand, humming a waltz, and burst into laughter. Lean forward and close, sway left and right.
Little Taozi: "...Hey, Brother Yang, grandma is crazy."
Zhao Yang: "..."
Little Taozi is still too small, so rare and strange.
In recent years, grandma has indeed become more stable and rarely goes crazy. But in the early years, especially when he first entered elementary school, two or three times every month, he would suspect that grandma and her friends had just come out of a mental hospital. .
In the blink of an eye, this week is coming to an end.
Friday was a rainy day.
Mu Qingyun stamped the mud off 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.
Teacher Jia has recently taken leave and has not shown up for several days. The students in the class are not familiar with him, so they don't pay much attention to him.
Mu Qingyun felt good without a 'monitor', but without a free driver, he had to get up earlier in the morning, and there was no one to make breakfast.
"Why."
"Aqing, you've also heard that the students in Class 5 have said that they will go to the multimedia classroom later. It seems that Gao Xiaowei is going to hold 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 nothing else happens, Gao Xiaowei will be specially recruited. How great, I want to be specially recruited too."
Mu Qingyun blinked: "A lot of students went to see it?"
"Uh-huh."
Mu Qingyun slowly put his schoolbag into the desk and smiled: "That's really a surprise."
I just don’t know, will Gao Xiaowei be surprised at the end?
In the huge multimedia classroom, Gao Xiaowei's complacency had not yet dissipated from his face, but he suddenly felt a little panicked.
Hong Biao was also a little surprised.
"Teacher Qiao, how many of you are there?"
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 Taoshi History Research Group.
They are all well-known big shots, but there is still a bit of a gap in the information they received from Hong Biao.
He thought that several members of the dictionary editing team from several cities near Taoshi would come over anyway.
Qiao Wenshu waved her hand and asked Hong Biao to sit down. She raised her head and waved to Gao Xiaowei with a slightly serious expression.
Gao Xiaowei's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Qiao Wenshu did not show off and said solemnly: "Classmate Gao, Teacher Hong sent me an email a week ago and showed me this article."
"I think it's well written. After reading this article, I feel that there are many historical hypotheses, and they may all have a definite result."
"So I said hello to the members of the editorial team of the Historical Dictionary and wrote a submission. In principle, after this article is compiled, relevant knowledge points will be extracted and written into the dictionary, at least in the appendix. I have to mention something."
"If there are no problems with the argument, our history textbooks may need to be revised in the next two years."
Gao Xiaowei's mind was in turmoil, and he could hardly contain his excitement. He tried to stay calm when he heard Qiao Wenshu slowly say: "Hong Biao said, you are the author. I want to ask again if he heard it wrong or made a mistake. This Is this article really written by you?"
Hong Biao was startled, very confused.
Gao Xiaowei's mind buzzed, and he felt confused.
"What's the meaning?"
"What did you say?"
"Why haven't you started yet?"
"When will the defense be given?"
The back door of the multimedia classroom and the windows on the left and right sides were full of human heads.
It was just in time for the big class break, and the twenty-minute break was barely enough for students to join in the fun.
Students from Class 5, Class 6, Class 9, and less than half of the students from each class on the east side of this floor are here.
The students never spoke loudly, but there were so many people that the sound was inevitably noisy.
Gao Xiaowei pinched his fingers gently, calmed down, and took out the small incense burner with long columns from his pocket.
His breathing became very light and shallow, his eyes wandered, and his face became a little pale.
This thing has never been successful!
But Gao Xiaowei still believed that this fragrance must be real.
This adventure must be real.
Gao Xiaowei concentrated his mind and said loudly: "I was just lucky and got something by chance. I unexpectedly read some miscellaneous books and information on the street and got this article. It's not really a talent."
Hong Biao breathed out.
He was really shocked when he heard Teacher Qiao ask that question just now. Thinking about it carefully, it should be impossible. Which kid is so bold as to dare to deceive Teacher Qiao and the others?
If this is true, if it is exposed, it will be stained for life.
Qiao Wenshu, He Zhou and other teachers looked at each other and shook their heads.
"okay."
Qiao Wenshu said helplessly, "Xiao Tang, please help me run to Class 5 and call classmate Mu Qingyun over."
The trainee teacher from No. 13 Middle School who was responsible for running errands for them quickly responded and hurried to call someone.
Gao Xiaowei's heart tightened and his whole body became cold.
The multimedia classroom was on the same floor as Class 9. In less than two minutes, Mu Qingyun arrived, knocked on the door, and entered. He looked at Gao Xiaowei, turned around and said with a smile, "How many teachers are looking for me?"
Qiao Wenshu stood up with a smile, waved Mu Qingyun over, and seriously introduced to the old guys around her: "This is Mu Qingyun, my little friend."
When Gao Xiaowei arrived just now, she was not so gentle and kind, let alone so caring. (Wise House Chinese has no pop-ups and is updated in a timely manner)
