Knock.

"Please come in."

Mu Qingmei pushed the door and watched Qinglan working at her desk, with a glass of iced coconut milk on the table. Her eyebrows and eyes were still as flawless as white jade, and her green clothes were in a white and silk dress. It was different from the only thing before. She only tied up a draped hair and tied with a bun, like a swallow's tail.

"Sister Qinglan!"

Qinglan looked up at Mu Qingmei, held her glasses, and smiled and said, "You are here just right."

"Do you have anything to tell me?" Mu Qingmei closed the door and sat down.

"Rong Yao and their slave liberation movement have begun to show results. Now no one in Xuanzhu County has worn the 'grace lock' anymore. You need to write an article to let everyone know that the grace lock can only be used to prevent domestic animals from getting lost. Any use on people is a vicious crime." Qing Lan handed out a piece of paper: "The key points are all in it, and they must be written out."

Mu Qingmei looked at it and said that the first point above was "Don't throw away the broken limbs that were blown up by the Grace Lock. Take them to the medical lawsuit for free treatment, and you can also take them up." He said with a surprise: "After all the Grace Lock is removed, why will anyone still get injured?"

"Many people have been slaves all their lives. The lock of grace is a true 'grace' for them, a reward from the Lord, and they are not willing to demolish it at all."

"Then let them wear it-"

"The grace lock requires trait light energy to replenish, but when the fire in the inner city was in full swing, many light energy replenishers were also damaged and scrapped. Their grace locks could not be replenished, and they exploded in the past few days... Also, the grace keys made by the grace factory were too rough, and sometimes they would not match, and they would explode if they were forced to remove them."

"Also," Qinglan opened a notebook: "The Linhai Army sent someone to come and said that we would not pursue the loss of military expenditure and the attack of the escort team. At the same time, they have evacuated from Dongyang. Now many people are afraid that the Linhai people will call, and this news must be published in the next newspaper."

"good."

"The reconstruction work on Yin Minghong's side has completed the first phase. You notify the reporter department to keep a close eye on it. If there is any good news, you will post it directly on the announcement board at the intersection. The prices of grain and oil stores should also be updated every day. Don't let the public follow the crowd and panic. Now everyone is in a panic, and there will be excessive tension in any matter..."

"Um."

"The compulsory education class on Wenhong's side is already planning. Although it only contains a few tactics, as well as basic theoretical knowledge such as Tianji, sci-calculation, and machinery, it is expected that the class will be opened next month, but you must also start preparing a small section for them. While introducing compulsory education in the newspaper, you can also popularize some common sense of life..."

As Mu Qingmei listened, she took out a small notebook record, almost forgot the purpose of her coming, until she raised her head and saw Qing Lan secretly looking at her from the corner of her eyes.

The moment the eyes touched each other, the editor-in-chief's office became silent.

After a while, Qinglan picked up the cup and drank a sip of smooth milky white coconut milk, and asked as if nothing had happened: "By the way, is there anything you are going to ask me?"

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

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

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

Qinglan took the letter and was slightly stunned: "Mr. Shuren? Yanjing Royal College?"

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

"mischief?"

"You'll know if you look."

Qinglan pulled out the letter with a confused look on her face. 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 "The Future Echo". He often asked her to proofread the text. Sometimes when she was halfway through the writing, she would let Qinglan move it himself - he directly gave a detailed outline, called "Exercise your writing ability" and asked Qinglan to continue writing.

If Qinglan is willing, she can also write about the relationship between the three male protagonists and cheat the word count. Because he is particularly not good at writing emotional lines, he simply stops writing.

"The Future Echo" has several particularly delicate stories and the heartwarming interaction between the male protagonist and the female character, which was written by Qinglan.

Even readers can see that they think that Mr. Shuren will be a female author, but they don’t know that the author is a substitute messenger. Sometimes they write by themselves, and sometimes they ask the substitute to write.

But Jing Zhengwei had no reason to notify Qinglan with his pen name. Hiding his identity was meaningless to him - he would not know that as long as he came back, even if the consul Hu Yan Siluo was pressed against his head, he was still the undoubtedly number one person in Dongyang District.

In terms of fame, political achievements, ability, and Bai Ye’s trust in him, once he comes back, he will be really at the rhythm of “The Silver Blood Society has been punished, how to deal with Dongyang District, please ask the God of War Jing to give orders”.

Did he not trust Bai Ye? But Qinglan knew that from the beginning, he wanted to hand over all the industries to the union led by Bai Ye. His trust in Bai Ye even made Qinglan think that he had become the Bai Ye Walker in secret.

Therefore, Qinglan also subconsciously thought that the letter was a prank, but at least it was a clever prank. If it were a stupid prank, it would have been filtered by Mu Qingmei and could not come to her at all.

Until she takes out the letter.

"You can't understand either?" Mu Qingmei spread her hands: "I know every word above, but I can't understand it when it is connected - there is no grammar at all!"

Yes.

This is a garbled letter.

For example, the first line is "Dog Listen to Ri Daota II and won't update" - what a mess.

What’s even more terrifying is that the whole letter is not separated from the air or segments, and the entire page is full of 20*40 words, which makes people dizzy.

But Qinglan noticed that there were many black dots on the letter. The black dots were distributed very regularly, and the ink was not accidentally dripping, but seemed to be the intention of the writer.

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

The surging memories hit my heart like a flood, and Qinglan subconsciously murmured: "Super Adventure Little Tigers..."

"What?" Mu Qing blinked.

Qinglan didn't say anything, took out a pair of scissors, cut off 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 like in memory.

...

It was a boring night, Qinglan was in a bad mood - she forgot why she was in a bad mood, but in a short while she was in a bad mood. She played ten games of battle cards and didn't let him go, and won consecutive games in a row to win him.

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

He didn't say anything and climbed onto the desk to work. This made Qinglan even more angry, thinking sadly that I was like this, why didn't you come to hug me? It turns out that he doesn't love me anymore...

After a while, he took a piece of paper full of garbled and a card with holes. Qinglan ignored him and signaled Qinglan to point the card at the two black dots on the paper.

With a hint of curiosity, Qinglan aimed the card at the black dots and found that the words leaked from the hole of the card could form a new sentence.

"Congratulations on achieving a killing beyond the gods/reward one me"

During the halftime break of about an hour later, Qinglan asked curiously how he knew such a secret contact tip. He said that he saw it from a book when he was a child. The protagonists of the book were called Super Adventure Tigers... Later, Qinglan heard him tell the wonderful story of Adventure Tigers all night.

...

The paper and card had already turned into ashes in the fire. But that common memory and countless days and nights spent together had turned into nutrients for her growth, pushing her to the present.

Qinglan pointed the newly made card at the black dots on the letter, and saw sentences with normal grammar appearing in the space.

She read very slowly and seriously.

Mu Qingmei looked at Qing Lan's face, and she had been staring at Qing Lan's face. There had been doubts, surprises, joys, and dissatisfactions on it.

After Qinglan raised her head, Mu Qingmei asked carefully: "Is there any news about that person?"

Qinglan did not 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 now, and I'll guarantee it will be sent to your bed before dark!"

"No." Qing Lan said angrily: "And you say it strangely. If you make up stories, don't use the tone you made up stories in your daily conversation."

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

"I said it~what~" Qinglan sat on the chair and swayed: "Actually, Mr. Shuren just wrote a story in the letter."

"What story?"

Qinglan stood up and walked to the window, looked at the traffic-windowed people on the street, thought for a while before saying, "He said that there is a kind of life in this world, and every death is for a reunion."

"What does it mean?" Mu Qingmei looked puzzled: "Is there any metaphor?"

Qinglan turned his head and looked at her, Zhan Yan smiled and said, "I won't tell you!"

Looking back, a smile makes you charming.

Mu Qingmei felt as if she was drinking a bowl of midsummer white porcelain plum soup. The broken ice hit the wall and everyone was confused.

At this time, Qinglan suddenly remembered something, lit her lips and said, "Qingmei, thank you for your hard work these days."

"Ah? Oh, yes, can I reduce my work..."

"I'm not talking about work." Qing Lan said embarrassedly: "I've been troubled by you all these days... But I can't bother you all the time. I'm not a child. I used to sleep alone, but I'm used to being spoiled by him..."

Mu Qingmei blinked: "So... you got tired of sleeping for a few days and want to abandon me?"

Qinglan laughed: "But you always stick with me, I'm afraid I'll delay you. After all, you are also a good girl in the 28th youth, and it's time to talk about sweet love. I think many people are interested in you..."

"Tsk, those people can't even beat me, and they dare to make decisions." Mu Qingmei complained and complained: "Actually, I have nothing to do when I go home at night. It's better to accompany Sister Qinglan to work, read books and chat. Sister Qinglan, your bed is much more comfortable than my home. I prefer to stay with you..."

"If you don't mind, then move in and live with me." Qinglan blinked: "It feels like there is an extra cute and powerful sister, and I will rely on you to protect me from now on."

"You can always trust Bai Yemu Qingmei!" Mu Qingmei clasped her fists seriously and laughed: "I will protect Sister Qinglan from now on!"

Even if it is just a temporary replacement for him.

Even if it's just a little girl lit the matches used to keep warm.

Even if it's just a secret destined to be brought to the grave.
Chapter completed!