Mu Qingyun's words have not been deliberately practiced now.

She knew that people think words are what they are.

Everyone said that the words are full of rhyme, and the words can show people's style.

Since Mu Qingyun wants to be a beauty in the universal sense, the beauty of a beauty is in the charm and the bones, and she will probably need to practice a good character that makes people shine in the future.

"Hmm."

Mu Qingyun paused, and took one of the materials in front of him to take a closer look.

Qiao Wenshu put down the teacup, blinked, and became interested: "What do you think of this article?" ”

Mu Qingyun cheekily bowed: "It's very well written." ”

Qiao Wenshu smiled: "I also think it's not badly written, it's just too little, and it's still unfinished." I look at the last paragraph, writing about the Song Dynasty female lyricist Li Qingzhao, just wrote a beginning, but there is no follow-up, which is really uncomfortable. ”

Mu Qingyun nodded: "Grandma Qiao, you come to my house tonight to play, and I will make up for the back, ah, and the front." ”

Qiao Wenshu nodded happily, nodded halfway through, sat up straight, touched the teacup and buckled it on the table: "This-this article was written by Ah Qing!?" ”

Mu Qingyun shrugged.

Qiao Wenshu suddenly understood, smiled bitterly, and sighed: "It's been a long time, it's really like this." ”

She shook her head and said helplessly: "Now these children are a little bolder." ”

Qiao Wenshu was sure at this time that the real author of this article sent by Hong Biao was A Qing.

Compared with that Gao Xiaowei, of course she believes in Mu Qingyun.

"Okay, it's not a big deal, let's eat dumplings."

Qiao Wenshu smiled, pushed the documents aside, and took the gong to help Mu Qingyun sandwich a few dumplings, and then found the waiter to prepare the dipping sauce according to her taste, and mixed it with sweet and sour sesame oil.

"I specially told that this shrimp dumpling is particularly clean, there is absolutely no shrimp skin, and you can eat it with confidence."

Mu Qingyun had only eaten one meal at Qiao's house, and Qiao Wenshu remembered her preferences.

She can't eat shrimp skin, she has a slight allergies, and she will have eczema on her body if she eats it.

Her mother knew, her grandmother knew, even her stepfather's sister and brother knew, and Grandma Qiao, who hadn't been with her for a long time, also knew, but her father Mu Siping, after hearing about it, only gave her two words - 'hypocrisy!' ’

Then I forgot about it.

The dumplings are carrot eggs, green onion pork, and shrimp, Mu Qingyun took a bite, the dumplings made by this family are very homely, like the kind she used to wrap with her mother during the New Year, the filling is big and thin, there is not much seasoning, as long as the ingredients themselves are fragrant.

The mellow taste burst on the tip of his tongue, and Mu Qingyun ate two in a row, and a trace of 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 pay a little bit of sincerity and thoughtfulness, a little warmth, can make the wound in the heart heal a little.

After eating, Qiao Wenshu handed over two thick document bags: "It is the teaching and auxiliary materials I asked for from a few old guys, and they have not been published yet, I found someone to read them, and said that they are very good, and they are all compiled according to the syllabus." ”

Qiao Wenshu said helplessly, "You said that you are a child, why are you in a hurry, we had no choice at that time, the country was in urgent need of talents, I can't go to school today, three days to get it quickly, and I will break the bones of this body in a month and use it to build my Daming Kingdom." ”

"You don't have to worry, your student career may be the most comfortable and best time in your life, and it will be very good to go step by step."

Qiao Wenshu only persuaded her according to her own thoughts, Mu Qingyun was in a hurry, she had to hurry up the college entrance examination and go to college, so she only sent teaching materials, hoping that the child would take a few fewer detours.

After eating a meal and making an appointment with Grandma Qiao to see her in the evening, Mu Qingyun hurriedly went back to class.

Recently, she has been reading and studying, and she has been listening to English with headphones on her headphones when she goes to the gym to practice.

The college entrance examination is a single-plank bridge.

has learned to the point where Mu Qingyun has learned, every improvement in points and every improvement in ranking has to be exchanged for blood and sweat.

Her opponent is more than 800,000 candidates in the province, and if possible, she wants to dominate among the more than 10 million candidates in the country.

Which of Mu Qingyun's opponents is not the pride of the sky?

She opened the hanging, who hasn't opened the lives of these people?

All kinds of thoughts flashed, Mu Qingyun didn't think about Gao Xiaowei or Wang Xiaowei anymore, and devoted himself to intense study.

Even when Grandma Qiao came in the evening, she just handed over the pile of notes to her old man, including the copy of the notebook that Gao Xiaowei picked up.

When the things are handed over, she becomes the shopkeeper.

Qiao Wenshu worked tirelessly, read it roughly overnight, prepared the records one by one, took photos and uploaded them, and then sent all the information to a few old friends she knew well.

If it was usual, she would not be so cautious, but this has just happened to Gao Xiaowei, Qiao Wenshu naturally wants to be perfect.

Finally finished the business that should be done, Qiao Wenshu let out a sigh of relief, couldn't wait, and quickly turned to the chapter where there was a Song generation of ink writers and literati, and when she saw it, she was fascinated.

After getting the information from Hong Biao, Hezhou respected the writings related to Beixu's 'Rebellion of the Three Kings', and Qiao Wenshu didn't feel bad, but she preferred the story between literati and writers in the Song Dynasty, which was only written a little later.

Especially the female lyricist Li Qingzhao.

After only reading a little, I felt extremely romantic, and now I saw the original, Qiao Wenshu was fascinated by it after a while, and she was so excited for a while that she couldn't do it, holding the notebook from the bedroom to the living room, humming and showing off the waltz, and laughing back and forth for a while, swaying from side to side.

Little Peach: "...... Hey, Brother Yang, grandma is crazy. ”

Zhao Yang: "......"

The little peach is still too small, rare and strange.

In the past few years, grandma has indeed been much more stable and rarely crazy, but in the early years, especially when he was just in elementary school, there were two or three times a month, and he would suspect that grandma and her friends had just come out of a mental hospital.

In a blink of an eye, the week will pass again.

Friday was a rainy day.

Mu Qingyun stomped off the mud on his feet at the door of the classroom, took off his raincoat and hung it on the coat hook, and then returned to his seat and sat down.

Recently, Mr. Jia took a leave of absence and didn't show up for several days, and the classmates in the class were not familiar with him, so they didn't pay much attention to it.

Mu Qingyun naturally doesn't feel bad if he has less 'surveillance', but without a free driver, he will inevitably have to get up earlier in the morning, and no one will replace him to make breakfast.

"Hey."

"Ah Qing, you have also heard that the students of Class 5 all said that they would go to the multimedia classroom for a while, and Gao Xiaowei seemed to be going to hold a defense meeting there?"

"It seems that several professors have come from Yanzhou University, and there are rumors that professors from other universities have also come, if nothing else, Gao Xiaowei will be specially recruited, how good, I also want to be recruited."

Mu Qingyun blinked: "Many students go to see? ”

"Uh-huh."

Mu Qingyun slowly put the schoolbag into the desk and smiled: "That's really a surprise." ”

I just don't know, will Gao Xiaowei be surprised in the end?

In the huge multimedia classroom, Gao Xiaowei's ambition was complacent, and before he dissipated from his face, he suddenly felt a little panicked.

Hong Biao was also a little surprised.

"Teacher Qiao, just a few of you?"

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 Historical Research Group.

They are all famous big names, but there is still a bit of a gap with the news that Hong Biao got.

He thought that in several cities near Taoshi, those members of the dictionary editing team would also come over.

Qiao Wenshu waved her hand, asked Hong Biao to sit down, raised her head and beckoned to Gao Xiaowei, her expression was slightly serious.

Gao Xiaowei's heart suddenly chuckled.

Qiao Wenshu didn't sell it, and said solemnly: "Classmate Gao, Mr. Hong sent me an email a week ago and showed me this article and information. ”

"I think it's very well written, and after reading this article, I think there are a lot of historical hypotheses, and maybe they can all have a definite result."

"So I said hello to the members of the editorial team of the Historical Dictionary, wrote a mention and handed it in, in principle, after this article is sorted out, the relevant knowledge points will be extracted, and it will be written into the dictionary, at least in the appendix."

"If there is no problem with the argument, our history textbook may be revised in the next two years."

Gao Xiaowei's mind was turbulent, he could hardly suppress his excitement, and tried to stay calm, so he heard Qiao Wenshu say slowly: "Hong Biao said, you are the author, I want to ask again, did he hear it wrong, made a mistake, this article is indeed written by you?" ”

Hong Biao was stunned, very inexplicable.

Gao Xiaowei's mind buzzed, and his heart was at a loss.

"What do you mean?"

"Say what?"

"Why don't you start yet?"

"When will you reply?"

The back door of the multimedia classroom, the windows on the left and right, are full of people.

At this time, it was just in time for the big recess, and the twenty-minute break was barely enough for the students to join in the fun.

Class 5, Class 6, Class 9, and a small half of the students from the classes on the east side of this floor came.

The students did not speak loudly, but the number of people was large, and the voices inevitably seemed noisy.

Gao Xiaowei pinched his fingers lightly, calmed down, and took out a small incense burner with a long pillar from his pocket.

His breathing became very light and shallow, his gaze wandered, and his face was a little pale.

This thing never worked!

But Gao Xiaowei still believes that this incense must be real.

This adventure must be real.

Gao Xiaowei calmed down and said loudly: "I'm just lucky, I got something by chance, and I accidentally read some miscellaneous books and materials on the street to get this article, which is not a good ability." ”

Hong Biao exhaled.

He was really startled when he heard Teacher Qiao ask like that just now, thinking about it carefully, it shouldn't be possible, which kid is so bold that he dares to deceive Teacher Qiao and them?

If it is really like this, if it is exposed, it will be a stain for a lifetime.

Qiao Wenshu, He Zhou and several other teachers glanced at each other and shook their heads.

"Alright."

Qiao Wenshu said helplessly, "Xiao Tang, you help me run the fifth class and call Mu Qingyun over." ”

The trainee teacher who was in charge of running errands for them in the 13th middle school hurriedly answered and hurriedly went to call someone.

Gao Xiaowei's heart tightened, and he felt chills.

The multimedia classroom was on the same floor as Class 9, and in less than two minutes, Mu Qingyun walked in, knocked on the door, looked at Gao Xiaowei, turned his head and smiled: "How many teachers are looking for me?" ”

Qiao Wenshu got up with a smile, beckoned Mu Qingyun to come over, and seriously introduced to a few old guys around him: "This is Mu Qingyun, my little friend." ”

When Gao Xiaowei arrived just now, she didn't have such gentleness and kindness, let alone this overflowing importance. ( Wise House Chinese No pop-up window, update in time )