Mu Qingyun has had a few dreams recently, some of which are bizarre, and some of them are all the words and things that the old people have said.

A few days ago, she just dreamed of Mr. Qiao of her own time, and dreamed that he was boiling oil with a lamp in the middle of the night, helping himself copy class notes, and there was a stack of wrong question books next to him, all of which were done by Mr. Qiao himself, scanning the wrong questions and rebinding them.

After having such a dream, Mu Qingyun woke up laughing himself, and after laughing, he vaguely felt that Mr. Qiao had really done something like that.

But it's not like him, he's always been about efficiency.

"This kind of work, he really wants to do it for me, it should be a big stroke of the pen, boldly open a check, and assign Mr. Jia to come over to do it, how can he not sleep in the middle of the night and be busy with this?"

It can only be said that dreams are dreams after all, and they are always very strange.

Mu Qingyun was a little tired today, so he went back to the dormitory to wash up early, and fell asleep without looking at his homework.

"Alas!"

I don't know how long I slept, Mu Qingyun opened his eyes blankly, stared at the mosquito net and said helplessly, "Mr. Qiao, I know that your old cultivation is profound, and you are definitely a master of God, it doesn't matter if you sleep at night or not, but I'm just an ordinary martial artist, I really haven't cultivated to see the gods and it's not bad, do you know, you poke my window, it's like a huge sun, it's so powerful that people can't even think about it." ”

Qiao Tian smiled: "Little girl, it seems that your martial arts have entered the realm a lot, if it is an ordinary master, I will enter the house and cut the other party's hair, he should sleep, or sleep." ”

Mu Qingyun: "......"

"Come, I can't sleep tonight, you have a drink with me."

Mu Qingyun had no choice but to get up.

The so-called situation is stronger than people, when she has money and power, and when she has a super high force value, everyone else has to revolve around her, and now it is replaced by the other party's strong martial arts, and there is no chance of winning in a fight, but if it is not a matter of principle, Mu Qingyun will follow.

Accompanying a glass of wine is obviously not a matter of principle.

Of course, if the other party is not Mr. Qiao, she will definitely not serve.

In autumn, it has just rained, and the wind is cold.

A glass of wine went down, Mu Qingyun's complaint disappeared instantly, the wine was very fragrant, a glass of drinking, the wine slurry hung on the cup, under the moonlight, the wine was golden, and it was gratifying to look at.

Qiao Tian couldn't help but smile: "I have a friend, your taste is exactly the same as her, but you are not like her." ”

Mu Qingyun drank two glasses in a row greedily, and quietly listened to Mr. Qiao's talk about the ancients.

Ms. Qiao in her time didn't like to talk very much, but Mr. Qiao here met many times and had to listen to him tell stories.

"My friend was very tired and unlucky, on the first day of her birth, her rich parents abandoned her because of a word from Xiangshi, and in the first month of her life, the grandmother who adopted her died, and her son sold her to a butcher."

"In those days, the price of two-legged sheep was cheaper than rice, so it was very popular, and every night there were butchers carrying two-legged sheep, covering their faces with black hijabs, and haunting the entrance of the village from the treetops of the moon, and when the meat was sold, or before the first rays of color appeared, the butchers disappeared into the smoke."

"For freshness, many two-legged sheep are raised with water, and they will be killed when needed."

The girls' dormitory is an old building, and outside the window on the fourth floor, there seem to be shadows on the mottled bricks and stones, and Mu Qingyun only thinks that this story is ghostly.

Mu Qingyun has actually seen many stories, and there are more tragic ones than this, but there is no story like what Mr. Qiao said, which makes her feel palpitations.

"A month and a half after my friend was born, the butcher chopped off her right hand, and in the second month, there was a sudden flood in that area, and everyone died, and she was carried in a basin of meat and floated in the river all day, and then met a caravan, and the young master of the caravan was a kind person, and it happened that the son of the cook of the family died not long after he was born, so he gave my friend to his cook to raise."

In this way, the little young master saved her by doing a good deed every day, and although the cook didn't like her, she barely let her starve to death. She just stumbled and stumbled and lived hard, but bad luck still refused to let her go, others went out, maybe only one percent of them might encounter danger, for her, it was ten out of ten, she stood in the yard, and the birds that flew by came to peck her a few bites. ”

"Everyone is afraid of her bad luck, she is in the cook's house, and she is not even as alive as a dog. The little young master who saved her didn't remember her for a long time, and he didn't even ask anymore, and her life became more and more difficult. In a businessman's family, she lives at the bottom and can be bullied by anyone. ”

"When she was seventeen years old, the merchant's enemies came to the door and killed people when they saw them, most of them died, only the little young master who saved my friend was injured, but he escaped, hiding in the wheat straw stack not far from home, my friend saw the killer chasing the wheat straw stack, so she took advantage of her unlucky characteristics and lured the group of pursuers away."

"On that very day, she finally died."

Mu Qingyun was silent for a long time, and said in a low voice: "But she is a friend of Mr. Qiao." ”

Joe is always a very righteous person, he will take good care of all his friends, who dares to touch his friends, he can make the other party regret being born.

Qiao tilted his head: "I hope that what you have now, my friend can also have." However, it's all delusional. ”

The wind is getting heavier and heavier.

Qiao Tian seemed to want to tell a story, and when he finished speaking, he carried the wine jar, pushed open the window and pointed, and watched Mu Qingyun return to the dormitory, only then did he turn around, pass through the high wall of the school, and float away.

What does he mean is that he wants his 'friends' to come and protect him in times of crisis?

Or does he hope that his friend can have his own martial arts and will, and be able to open a hang like himself and live a good life?

Mr. Qiao is mysterious, he doesn't know his age, his origin is not clear, and his words are cloudy, Mu Qingyun is too lazy to think about it, so he just came out to listen to a story.

Not to mention, after being tossed by Qiao Tian, Mu Qingyun's sleep quality was better, and he quickly fell asleep when he got it on the pillow.

I don't know if she thinks about it day and dreams at night, she actually dreamed of what happened when her first script came true.

She saw her future, forty years old with nothing, swept away, nothing, and it seemed that every step of the way only bad things happened, and nothing good happened.

This future has exactly the same flavor as the experience of Mr. Qiao's friend, which is really strange.

Mu Qingyun understands herself, she is not a person with a weak character, she does take care of her grandparents, and she never thinks of getting anything in return, she is indeed a person who can forbear, but her heart is not cold, if she really has such miserable signs of falling into the future, it is impossible for her not to resist.

After all, it was a dream, Mu Qingyun woke up and put it aside, and now the most important thing is that he is still completely afraid of Zhang Delin.