The first point is good to say, Mu's mother has to go to work every day, and now her stomach is not pregnant, so she doesn't need to ask for maternity leave, so Mu Ling has enough time to surf the Internet during the summer vacation, as for the second point, it's really a bit difficult to do, what reason do you want to make up for Mu's mother to take her to get an ID card? Mu Ling was deeply entangled. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Pregnant! Mu Ling flashed her mind, snapped her fingers, and happily threw herself into the arrangement of the plot of the novel.

At night, Mu Ling lay on the bed early at the request of Mu's mother, because she couldn't sleep, Mu Ling took out the blueprint from the space after making sure that Mu's mother would not raid, sat cross-legged, fingered lotus, took a deep breath, crackled and began to read the parenting decision.

"Oh, what the hell is ......?" All，money，go，my，home？ You can also play like this, hang~

"Stop!" The voice from the other side came from the head.

Mu Ling came to this impoverished space in the blink of an eye, "What's wrong?" Got you arguing? "The language is more of a sycophant.

"What are you reading? The pronunciation is not standard, the pronunciation is not clear, and what is even worse is that you still read according to the DJ's rhythm! Sister, we're reading Buddhist scriptures, not rock music. The other side stood on tiptoe and faced Mu Ling with his short and sharp nails, full of helplessness of hatred and disdain, and a face of disdain.

So, Miss Mu was not happy, "I'm still young and need guidance, but I don't need you, the fat cat, to point fingers at me......" patted away the furry claws on the other side, "Speaking of which, will there be anyone else reborn besides me?" ”

"No!" The other side clasped his hands, turned his back, and muttered in his mouth: "I don't know the heart of a good cat, and the bad silver!" ”

"Then why did I see in the afternoon a man who was supposed to be the same age as me is now almost five or six years older than me?" Mu Ling asked suspiciously.

"You still don't believe it, it's called time and space difference, that old woman has worked hard to get you an extra eight years, but her ability is limited after all, it just changes the speed of time flow of the people around you, and the rest, hehe, is uncontrollable." The other side shook his tail and continued: "Don't worry about this, it's not too late to come back when you figure out all the theories of Hawking, with your current brain, you won't be able to touch it." ”

Mu Ling didn't delve into the thick disdain in the tone of the other side, but frowned: "So, everyone else may have entered puberty, and I'm still a little kid?" ”

The other side acquiesces.

Rolling her eyes, Mu Ling hid in the fog and drew circles......

"Read your scriptures, do you want to open up this space sooner? I'm tired of staying in this house~" The other side raised his tail and ran into the fog again, playing hide and seek with Yu and Qianmiao...... "Also, read the serious point, the tune of the general is ugly to death!" ”

Mu Ling, who was powerless, returned to her room, and her heart was broken. Time difference, go to your sister's time difference, originally wanted to go back to the past Xiaosheng to take the first exam in foreign Chinese, and frustrate Lu Xian's ambition, but now I don't even know whether she is older or smaller than herself, isn't this a toss.

It seems that you have to think about how old Lu Xian is, if it is not too much, skipping a grade is also a good method, there is a great god who can go to college at the age of thirteen, we can also skip five or six levels in a row, otherwise it will be too uncomfortable to live in elementary school.

The days are flickering, Mu Ling lives an ordinary and impermanent life, without a trace of waves, in the morning she goes to Shed's studio to paint, in the afternoon she writes the manuscript on the Internet while Mu's mother is away, and starts to draw comics at night, and reads some damn parenting decisions before going to bed, day after day, and in the blink of an eye, it is the end of July.

Nearly a month of recitation, Mu Ling has completely memorized close to seven or eight Buddhist scriptures, and the space has once again opened up a hut-sized open space, Mu Ling is waiting for when the site is big, build a farm to play, and read the heroines in the novel before bringing their own farmland to make a fortune, which makes Mu Ling's heart itch.

What makes Mu Ling most happy is that nurturing must have a fitness effect, after a month of hard work, Mu Ling's figure has obviously changed, if it was said that it was medium fat before, then now it is only slightly fat, I believe that in another month, Mu Ling can have the slender figure she dreams of.

One day, Mu Ling was lying on the long table in Xie De's studio practicing landscapes, because of the experience of the previous life, coupled with a more mature mind, Mu Ling painted a thousand miles a day, and even the old man Xie had to sigh that he was a genius.

"Xiaoling, there was a national youth painting contest before the start of school, I didn't want you to participate, but I saw that your progress has been very fast recently, do you want to take a look?" Shedd said abruptly.

Mu Ling got up, everything was expected, Mu Ling did not participate in the 08 competition in the last life, but only qualified after two years of painting skills became more and more mature, this competition is actually the most solemn and authoritative official competition for youth training in the domestic painting industry, the judges are the old antiques of the Central Painting Association, very picky.

The competition is held every two years, with a special prize, ten first prizes, thirty second prizes, eighty third prizes, and one thousand consolation prizes.

The competition will first select outstanding works from the municipal level and send them to the central government, and finally determine the quota after two audits, and a total of three layers of screening will compete for the best works.

In the previous life, Mu Ling successfully won the consolation prize, and there was no substantial reward, but it was better than nothing, which was an official affirmation.

So now, Mu Ling decided that he was bound to win the first class, because he knew that this competition was a turning point, talented students will get the opportunity to become the direct students of Dong Yushi, the president of the Painters Association, and they can go north to seek advice at any time.

And in addition, a series of rewards are also very generous, such as the high school entrance examination score reduction, bonuses and so on.

"Teacher, let me participate, I have confidence." Mu Ling turned around, her eyes blazing, revealing her belief that she was determined to win.

"Okay, it's time to let those old bones in the center see what I'm capable of." Old Man Xie patted Mu Ling's shoulder and nodded.

Mu Ling seemed to smell something from it, but she didn't ask much.

If she wants to win the apprenticeship place, Mu Ling is bound to do her homework, because the person who chooses is not necessarily the person who wins the special prize, but the person who Dong Yushi feels has the right appetite, and this opportunity completely depends on Dong Yushi's eyes.

Mu Ling remembered that in the previous life, a boy named Tang Xiaochen won both the quota and the first place, and deserved to be a new star in the painting world.

He painted a copy of Xu Wei's "Ink Grapes" "Grape Story", and inscribed a poem created by himself, the whole body of black, white and gray, both majestic, delicate and tactful, even in the news newspaper, the influence is not small.

When she got home, Mu Ling opened the website to search for Dong Yushi's life, but unfortunately there are only some famous paintings and profiles of him in the encyclopedia, and nothing can reveal the existence of details of life.

It's another love triangle, I don't know which god the man who defeated this great painter, and did that woman regret it after Dong Yushi became famous? I should regret it, after all, Dong Yushi has never married after becoming a generation of grandmasters, a typical strange man who is loyal to love.

Alas, I wonder if I can meet such a peerless good man in my life? Dear God, you even gave me a golden finger, why don't you parachute another Prince Charming!

"Jingle bell~" The abrupt doorbell rang, interrupting Mu Ling's prayer. Mu Ling thought that Mu's mother was back, turned off the computer, pulled out the plug, took out the book, grabbed the pen, and ran to the door with a knock knock, and the movements slipped to a kind of realm. Children who love to play can't afford to hurt.

However, when she opened the door, Mu Ling was silent for two seconds, and then closed it directly, but unfortunately, she was resisted by the people outside.

"You, you don't know if you want to come into the house to make a cup of tea when you see guests?" The refreshing male voice revealed a hint of complaint.

"What's the matter with you?" Mu Ling looked coldly at the two handsome boys in front of her, Su An and Pan Wen.

"Come and pay it back." Pan Wen's answer was still so succinct.

Mu Ling paused for a moment and stretched out her hand, "Bring it, and then you can go." Mu Ling didn't bother with why they were able to find their own home, she really didn't want to have anything to do with these two noble sons.

Su An knew that in the previous life, he was one year younger than her and Pan Wen, but because of his good looks and good family background, he was also a popular figure in the school.

It's just that Mu Ling really doesn't understand what Pan Wen's transformation is about, after all, his image of a gangster in the last life has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, otherwise who would have nothing to do to draw a pig on someone else's test paper? Is this iceberg, who speaks no more than five words, really the same person as Pan Wen before? Not to mention the handsome, there is no similarity in behavior and habits, Mu Ling is depressed.

Su An looked at the slightly chubby little girl in front of her, wearing a HelloKitty-style hooded T-shirt, her expression was constantly changing, and she glanced back at Pan Wen in shock, and her strange eyes seemed to ask again: This is the girl you fancied, it's too tasteless, the facial features are okay, but this body, this age, are you sure you are not mistaken?

"Little sister, do you still have a sister named Mu Ling?" Although it was found that there was only one girl in the Mu family, Su An still asked without giving up, not necessarily this is just the little sister who came next door to make a cameo.

"I'm Mu Ling, please take the money, one thousand five." Mu Ling's cold voice shattered Su An's only illusion.