Mu Qingyun has had several dreams recently, some of which are strange and bizarre, while others are all about things that old friends said and did.
A few days ago, she had just dreamed about Mr. Qiao from her own era. She dreamed that he was lighting a lamp and boiling oil in the middle of the night. He was copying class notes for her. There was a stack of wrong question papers next to him. Mr. Qiao did it himself and scanned the wrong questions. Come down and rebind.
Having had such a dream, Mu Qingyun woke up laughing. After laughing, he had a vague feeling that Mr. Qiao had really done such a thing.
But this is not like him. He has always been efficient.
"Even if he really wants to do this kind of work for me, he should write a check boldly with a stroke of a pen and assign Teacher Jia to come and do it. How come he stays up in the middle of the night working on this?"
I can only say that dreams are dreams after all, and they are always strange and weird.
Mu Qingyun was a little tired today. He went back to the dormitory and washed up early. He didn't read his homework anymore and fell asleep.
"well!"
I don't know how long I slept. Mu Qingyun opened his eyes numbly, stared at the mosquito net and said helplessly, "Mr. Qiao, I know that you have advanced cultivation skills and you are definitely a master of the gods. It doesn't matter whether you sleep or not at night, but I just I am an ordinary warrior who has not cultivated enough to see the gods and be invulnerable. Do you know that if you poke my window, it will be like a huge sun, so powerful that people can't feel it even if they don't want to."
Qiao Qing laughed: "Little girl, it seems that your martial arts skills are quite advanced. If you were an ordinary master, I would have entered the room and cut off the other person's hair. He should be sleeping, but he is still sleeping."
Mu Qingyun: "..."
"Come on, I can't sleep tonight, why don't you drink a glass of wine with me."
Mu Qingyun had no choice but to get better.
The so-called situation is stronger than people. When she had money, power and a high force value, others would circle around her. Now, when the other party is strong in martial arts and there is no chance of winning in a fight, as long as it is not a matter of principle, Mu Qingyun will follow her. .
Drinking a glass of wine with me is obviously not a matter of principle.
Of course, if the other party is not Mr. Qiao, she will definitely not serve him.
It was autumn, it had just rained, and the wind was chilly.
After drinking a glass of wine, Mu Qingyun's complaints disappeared instantly. The wine was very fragrant. After drinking a glass, the wine liquid hung on the cup. Under the moonlight, the wine was golden in color, which was pleasant to look at.
Qiao Qing couldn't help but smile: "I have a friend. You taste exactly like her, but you don't look like her."
Mu Qingyun drank two more drinks greedily and listened quietly to Mr. Qiao's talk about ancient times.
Mr. Qiao in her time didn't like to talk much, but Mr. Qiao here always wanted to listen to his stories when they met many times.
"That friend of mine lived a very tiring and unlucky life. On the first day she was born, her extremely wealthy parents abandoned her because of the fortune teller's words. In the first month after she was born, her adopted grandma died. Well, Grandma’s son sold her to a butcher.”
"In those days, the price of two-legged sheep was cheaper than rice and grain, so it was very popular. Every night, there were butchers carrying two-legged sheep, covering their faces with black hijabs, and would appear at the entrance of the village from the moonlight on the treetops, selling When the meat is done, or before the first ray of cloud appears, the butcher disappears in the smoke.”
"For freshness, many two-legged sheep are kept with clean water and are killed only when needed."
The girls' dormitory is an old building. Outside the windows on the fourth floor, there seem to be shadows on the mottled bricks. Mu Qingyun only thinks that this story is very ghostly.
Mu Qingyun had actually read many stories, some more tragic than this, but none of them made her feel palpitating like the one Mr. Qiao told.
"A month and a half after my friend was born, the butcher chopped off her right hand. The next month, there was a sudden flood in that area. Everyone died. She was carried in a basin of meat and floated in the river. After a whole day, I met a caravan. The young master of the caravan was a kind-hearted person. It happened that the son of the cook at home died shortly after birth, so he gave my friend to his cook to raise."
"In this way, the young master saved her by doing good deeds. Although the cook didn't like her, he barely let her starve to death. She just stumbled and struggled to live, but the bad luck still refused to let her go. When other people go out, they may only have a 10% chance of encountering danger, but for her, it is a 10% chance. She stood in the yard, and the birds that flew by came to peck at her. "
"Everyone is afraid of her bad luck. In the cook's house, her life is worse than that of a dog. The young master who saved her has long forgotten her and doesn't even ask about her anymore. She lives worse and worse. It’s difficult. She lives at the bottom of a businessman’s family and can be bullied by anyone.”
"When she was seventeen, enemies of the merchant family came to the door and killed everyone on sight. Most of them died. Only the young master who saved my friend was injured, but he escaped and hid in Lijia. In the wheat straw pile not far away, my friend saw the killer chasing the wheat straw pile, so she took advantage of her unlucky characteristics and lured the pursuers away."
"That was the day she finally died."
Mu Qingyun was silent for a long time and whispered: "But she is Mr. Qiao's friend."
Joe is always a very loyal person, he will take good care of all his friends, and whoever dares to touch his friends will make them regret their life.
Qiao Qing shook her head: "I very much hope that what you have now, my friend can also have it. However, it is all just delusion."
The wind became heavier and heavier.
Qiao Qing seemed to just want to tell a story. After finishing the story, she picked up the wine jar, opened the window and pointed, watching Mu Qingyun return to the dormitory, then turned around, passed through the high wall of the school, and drifted away.
What he means is that he hopes that his 'friends' will have friends to protect him in critical moments?
Or does he hope that his friend can have martial arts and willpower like his, be able to cheat like him and live a good life?
Mr. Qiao was mysterious and mysterious, his age was unknown, his origins were unclear, and his words were vague. Mu Qingyun was too lazy to think about it, so he just pretended to be listening to a story.
Not to mention, after being tormented by Qiao Qing, Mu Qingyun's sleep quality was better, and he fell asleep quickly after getting it on the pillow.
I wonder if she was thinking about it every day and dreaming about it at night. She actually dreamed about the scene when her first script came true.
She saw her future. She had accomplished nothing at the age of forty, was kicked out of the house, and had nothing. It seemed that only bad things happened at every step, and nothing good happened.
This future has exactly the same flavor as Mr. Qiao’s friend’s experience, which is really strange.
Mu Qingyun knows herself. She is not a weak person. She does take care of her grandparents and does not expect to get anything in return. She is indeed a tolerant person, but that is because her heart is not cold yet. If she If there were really signs of her falling into such a miserable state in the future, it would be impossible for her not to resist.
After all, it was a dream, and Mu Qingyun put it aside when he woke up. The most important thing now is that he is completely afraid of Zhang Delin.
