There is a group of middle school students fighting with each other in front of the zebra crossing, Song Qingyun looked at their school uniforms with envy, this is the best private high school in the city, there are hundreds of students who are admitted to the top universities in China every year, but their tuition fees are also the best in the city, orphans like her, can only think about it occasionally, and they don't even dare to pass through the school gate.

When they all walked over, a girl came out from behind the big tree, sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a fat and large school uniform, I don't know how many times it had been washed, and the cuffs and collar were badly worn.

She was carrying a lunch box in her hand, with two steamed buns lying in it, and a jar of chili oil in her school bag, this was her lunch, and every time she ate it, she was full of sweat, because the chili oil was very spicy, and it was made by the aunt who cooked in the orphanage, without adding any preservatives.

Song Qingyun, who has grown up, today is the first day of school, and he is in his third year of high school in a high school that is not in the stream.

A girl ran up to her and tapped her on the shoulder, and the two looked at each other and smiled, then crossed the street together and entered the gate of a dilapidated high school.

Song Qingyun had no intention of going to see the situation of her first day of school, she wanted to find Mu Qingao, and a voice in the dark told her that Mu Qingao was also here, but she landed in a different place from her.

She walked through half of the city, watched the sun rise in the east and set in the west, and finally found Mu Qingao squatting in the corner on the roof of a high-rise building before dark.

"Lady?" Mu Qingao flew over and hugged her.

"I thought you went somewhere else, it scared the hell out of me."

Anyone who lived in ancient times came to a modern society with high technology, and his legs would be frightened by the sight in front of him.

Isn't Song Qingyun himself like this? It took a long time to adapt to the traffic on the street before I dared to take the first step.

"This is where you live?" Mu Qingao hugged her down from the roof of the building, and looked back at the towering skyscraper with palpitations.

"Yes, with the continuous development of human society, some countries that cannot adapt to the course of history will gradually die out, and the strong will eventually usher in today's situation, which is the progress of mankind."

Mu Qingao slowly chewed on her words and nodded incessantly.

"If you want not to be eliminated, you must continue to develop and strengthen yourself, lady, can you take me to see how history develops?"

Song Qingyun thought for a moment and said, "I'll take you to the library, where you have everything you want." ”

"Wait!" Mu Qingao grabbed her sleeve and asked worriedly, "Do you need to go and see you at this time first?" ”

"I've seen it, don't worry, she'll be safe these days, no one is bullying her."

Mu Qingao followed her to a magnificent building, which was brightly lit, and many young people were studying at their desks.

"What kind of place is this? Why are there so many young men and women? ”

"It's called the university, it's the university library, and a lot of people study here every night."

"University?" Mu Qingao muttered, following Song Qingyun's footsteps and walking inside, admiring the studious young man in his heart.

Hongya Academy is the best school in Dazhou, but only Mr. Hongya lectures alone.

When choosing a teacher for Dou Bao, Song Qingyun mentioned that he didn't want Mr. Hong Ya to teach, but chose the erudite Sun Maoyuan, who knew astronomy, geography, and arithmetic, all of which turned out to be from the lady based on the experience she got here.

"Qingyun, I'm dazzled now."

Standing in front of the rows of bookshelves, Mu Qingao was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth, he seemed to be swimming in the ocean of knowledge, and instantly felt that his breathing was not smooth.

"Five Thousand Years Up and Down, you take a look at this first, don't get excited, the history in it is completely different from the Great Zhou, the place we came from should be another plane, you just need to absorb useful things."

Song Qingyun threw him a children's book, and he didn't know who brought this kind of book into the university library, but fortunately there was such a book, otherwise they, as souls, would not be able to turn over any of the physical objects on the bookshelf at all.

She searched the library for books that could help Mu Qingao, and her efforts paid off, and finally found books on military affairs and science and technology in a dusty room.

"Finished reading so soon?" She returned to the corner of the library with a stack of books and found Mu Qingao standing behind a male student with his hands behind his back, reading the contents of the book with him.

"I feel that the books you found for me are the same as the literacy stickers that Doubao used when he was a child." Mu Qingao looked at her depressedly and said.

"Hehe, that's all I can find, Lord Wang, you can just order it, these are not storybooks, they will definitely help you."

Mu Qingao's memory is amazing, and when Song Qingyun found out about this, he couldn't close his mouth in surprise.

"You didn't ask me, otherwise why would I be eight years old and shocking the world?"

"Why didn't Doubao inherit such good genes as you?" Song Qingyun exclaimed in disappointment.

"Didn't you say that boys are like mothers? He's up to you! ”

Song Qingyun was choked and speechless, she did say so, and sure enough, the pit she dug for herself felt so cool to fall in.

Time was pressing, the two stopped talking, and after finding Mu Qingao the book he wanted to read, she returned to the utility room and took out a book about medicinal herbs from it.

Flipping through it casually, she found that it was not as good as the "Grass Classic" she bought at Yuxian Bookstore, she remembered that when she bought the book, she also had a conflict with Liu Xiaoyue, which shows that it is more practical to leave things left by the ancients.

I couldn't find any more books to read, and when I returned to Mu Qingao's side, I found that I was leaning against the corner of the wall and closing my eyes to recuperate.

"What's wrong? Isn't there something uncomfortable?"

Mu Qingao shook his head lightly and opened his eyes, his eyes were very bright and moving.

"Qingyun, thank you for bringing me here, it will be the most unforgettable experience of my life."

He pointed to the two books on the ground and said, "Can I bring them back?" ”

It turns out that I can't get enough of it!

"It would be best if I could bring it back." She wasn't sure if she could take it with her, it stands to reason that these were images of destroyed books, and they should resemble human souls.

There was still a long time before dawn, and Song Qingyun took Mu Qingao to the museum, then the science and technology museum, the bookstore, and all the places where he could increase his knowledge.

When he went to the east to reveal the white belly of the fish, Song Qingyun took him to the orphanage where he lived.

"I came out of the village and I was sent here." Song Qingyun watched the doorman push open the big iron door, and then took out his bird cage and hung it on the branches, and tears couldn't help but flow out.

"There is a small vegetable garden over there, there are many children in the orphanage, and social assistance alone is not enough, so the mother-in-law of the director took us to reclaim a large piece of wasteland, and I am the main force in farming."

Song Qingyun was full of emotion in her heart, she walked to the small vegetable garden, and found a person squatting in the field, wearing a hat on his head, and his sleeves and trousers were wet with morning dew.

"Light clouds?" Mu Qingao screamed in surprise, the person squatting in the ground and pulling weeds was Song Qingyun in the orphanage.