[Jin Guang] [Mo Qiao] I don't know

Why love to give up the position of research assistant and go away to Miaojiang or something like that... After Qiao Rulai and Mo Cangli came out, they saw that they were still talking, and the Shijia father and son disappeared, and the topic of Mingyi and Wenhuang had already been flying fast Progressing to the stage of turning over old debts - Mingyi insisted that the mouse model that Wen Huang took from him back then was never returned, and Wen Huang said that it was not your main direction of attack, not to mention that you thought this project was hopeless back then and gave it to me made?The doctor of the underworld said: Yes, yes, then have you made any achievements?

Wen Huang narrowed his eyes and smiled.His eyes were originally small, but this narrowing became a line, which was really unfathomable. He shook an untimely blue feather fan in his hand: "It's the result, don't worry. , this is a fall, isn't it?"

"Sooner or later, you will have to spit out the results for me." The doctor of the underworld frowned.

Wen Huang laughed, and Mo Cangli had already come over: "Xinghua, let's go."

Emperor Wen obviously didn't mean to let the doctor friend go so easily: "Doctor Ming, why don't you introduce me?"

"Mo Cangli." The novelist was short and straightforward, saying his name.

"Oh, it turned out to be a great writer, and I have admired him for a long time. I am under the god Gu Wenhuang, as you can see, the owner of the hot spring hotel. Please treat me well tonight..." He was halfway through speaking, deliberately poking his head and following behind Qiao Tathagata said, "This is the eldest son of the Shi family? How is it? Are you in good health?"

"It's fine, please take care." Qiao Rulai replied truthfully.

Wen Huang glanced back and forth between Qiao Rulai and Mo Cangli a few times, and laughed lowly: "I really didn't expect that."

Mo Cangli didn't seem to have any intention of continuing the conversation, and without even saying a polite greeting, he passed the man and walked forward. Halfway through, he looked back at Qiao Tathagata and Ming Yi, with a straightforward expression as if writing "" Why are you still poking there?"Seeing this, Qiao Tathagata said "I'm sorry" to Wen Huang, and walked over quickly.The doctor of the underworld knew the habits of his old friend a long time ago: "Okay, we will meet again when we have time." He patted Wen Huang on the shoulder and left first.

Wen Huang stood where he was, shaking the fan in the weather where he would never be able to use it, looked at the people who had left, and laughed: "Fate...?"

Swallow Die and Jian Wuji looked out from the other end of the corridor.

Jian Wuji touched his head: "Does your boss have to be so clever when he speaks?"

Feng Die wanted to defend her boss, but after thinking about it for 5 minutes, she still said, "Just get used to it."

After Qiao Rulai and Mo Cangli said goodbye, they turned around and found their family in the table tennis room.Xiaokong and Yinyan were fighting fiercely, while Shi Yanwen was sitting aside wiping his sweat. When he saw him coming in, he asked, "Are you better?"

"Well, it's not a serious problem at all." Qiao Rulai said and sat down beside her father.

Shi Yanwen leaned on the chair, watching the twins bicker with energy while playing ball——Yin Yan's upright temper may be traced back to her uncle, and Xiao Kong's verbal skills don't know who to follow. up.Shi Yanwen looked at it for a while, and suddenly said: "Time flies so fast. I still remember that I was holding Zhengyi and Cunxiao, both of whom were small and light. You just learned to walk, Jingzhong. Wherever I go, you Follow me, like a little duck. Now, in a blink of an eye, you have become big boys. These years, I thought about being a good father, but in the end I still failed at my duty..."

"Don't say that." Qiao Rulai said hastily.However, Shi Yanwen waved her hand and said:

"Just like Mr. Cangli said just now, I can have you children because I must have done some good deeds in my previous life."

Qiao Tathagata was silent for a while, and then said: "...How can there be such a thing. Father, we all know your intentions for us, how could it be because of some illusory past life——" When he said this, he was terrified in his heart, and stopped. down.

Shi Yanwen looked at him with a smile, reached out and stroked his hair: "Well, I was thinking about it."

Qiao Rulai was about to say something in a daze, but Xiao Kong ran over and sat beside him, yelling, "No, no more!": "Hey, Dad, what are you talking about with Big Brother again? You're not talking bad about me. Bar?"

Shi Yanwen's smile deepened, and he stretched out his big hand and continued to ruffle Xiao Kong's green hair, causing the second son to wail again and again.On the other hand, Yinyan kept calling "Second brother mean" because her opponent ran away, Qiao Rulai laughed, got up and walked to the pool table: "Shall I be your opponent?"

In fact, he made all this complicated.

In this peaceful and stable world, there is no longer any need to devote all your energy and brainpower to planning thousands of miles of wiring. Whether it is Mo Cangliqiao Tathagata or Shi Yanwen, you can live an ordinary life, and your family is by your side. Teachers and friends are well. Thinking about it carefully, how many years of tireless work has been done. Sleeping at night seems to be just for this and that.

So those erroneous memories are just a reversed dream, don't need to remember.

There is no need to be persistent.

7. Birds in the Seven Gardens

Birds in the Seven Gardens

People who were born at that time sometimes do not know how many things will eventually enter the historical records under the scale of an era.After all, the turbulence of the rivers and lakes cannot be caught between the lines in this Ji. The aristocratic family has long been a statement of the past.There are only a few mentions of Dongying in the biographies of the barbarians, and it is said that it was a tribute to lacquerware and silk at a certain age at a certain age.Other than that, nothing else.However, Miao Jiang still has a long and long biography, saying that Miao Wang Haoqiong Guming has few powers, is long and good at martial arts, and has many crimes. Killed by the sun.Jingri won the throne incorrectly, and within two years, he was attacked by Cang Yue, the son of Haoqiong, and abdicated.The less Cang Yue is benevolent, and the people are more grateful, it is to implement the strategy of ink style in the middle of the country, and not to revive the army in the Central Plains.

Of course, in all these records, there will be no trace of Zhengqi Villa or the heroes of the Central Plains, no mention of the turmoil in the demon world, and absolutely no trace of the Mohists.The rivers and lakes are far away, and the grievances and grievances of former teachers and friends have become dust that can nowhere be found between the lines.Qiao Tathagata sat in the ancient books reading room facing the typesetting official history on the reading shelf. She didn't turn the page for a long time, and then she realized that she had been instinctively avoiding it all along, but it was just a few lines.

In the end, it was nothing but dew and lightning, a dream and a bubble.

He closed the book, and the muted cell phone at hand turned on: the old professor was summoning him to the teaching and research room through a text message.So he hurriedly returned his books, put his schoolbag on his back, and walked out. It was late spring outside, and he walked through the garden full of catkins to the small building of the Art Academy. When he opened the door of the teaching and research room, the first thing he saw was Mo Cangli.

He had the urge to close the door and reopen it, but the old professor smiled and called him: "Xiao Shi, you are here."

"Yes, I happened to be in the library..." Qiao Rulai was about to say something when the old professor introduced him: "This is my old friend Mo Cangli, you young people should have heard of it, he is a famous detective Novelist—”

"I've seen it before." Mo Cangli interjected.

"Ah, no wonder." The old professor nodded with a look of relief on his face, "As I said just now, the one who is very familiar with the murals of ancient temples is Xiao Shi. I thought about asking him to follow along with this project. If you use this mural as a source of material, it’s absolutely fine to let him be your assistant.”

Mo Cangli raised his eyes and looked at him, still answering the old professor:

"It also depends on whether your students are willing or not."

Qiao Rulai suppressed the wavering in her heart and said, "It is my honor to help Mr. Mo."

Afterwards, what the old professor said, he was almost only half-focused on listening.

The cause of the past life, the fruit of the present life.

He thought instinctively, but he couldn't figure it out, not to mention that Mo Cangli was right in front of him, watching him as usual (or maybe it was just an illusion of his).When will the originally staggered fate trajectories overlap again?And in what direction will this overlap push them?Inexplicable panic filled his chest, and he grasped an idea like a drowning man grasping a straw—probably, as before, Mo Cangli didn't care who the assistant he was looking for was just finding someone who could help him. Get on his people.

"My requirements are very strict." Mo Cang said casually, "Shi Jingzhong, can you keep up with me?"

His heart skipped a beat.

"I'll try."

Mo Cangli nodded.

"I will send you the information list you need today."

The next day, Qiao Rulai, who walked into the special collection of ancient books with the book list in hand, knew that this job could not be easy, but had to admit that it really required the labor of an assistant to find the information that Qi Mo Cangli wanted.Originally, Qiao Tathagata thought that he would need all the relevant treatises on art history. The data sheet was densely packed with the titles of unofficial history notes, and none of them had been proofread.

Qiao Rulai spent a day in the special collection of ancient books. Some of the photocopies that should be photocopied are only thread-bound and cannot be photocopied, so I have to write them down to see if Mr. Mo wants to come here by himself or spend some money for taking pictures-in the end, only After sorting out one-third of the book list, not including all those ancient books that he skipped that were not allowed to be photocopied and needed to be transcribed or applied for a photo.

If other graduate students encounter this kind of work that is neither pursued by literature nor rewarded by profit, they are afraid that they will give up after doing it at the beginning.But Qiao Rulai was extremely patient, she bound each copy of the photocopied materials, and packed them in her backpack the next day and headed towards Mo Cangli's small courtyard.

This time he rode a bicycle, and his back was sweating on the long slopes.roadside