Global Update [Quick Transmigration]

It has to be said that Jing Xinglan came back just in time.

The weather has been warm and cold recently, and Qiao Jing is used to writing with the window open, so he catches a cold if he doesn't pay attention.His head was dizzy, and he couldn't wake up, so he could only lie on the bed holding a soup bowl and sip the ginger tea stewed by Jing Xinglan.

"Let's go back," Jing Xinglan said while sitting on the edge of the bed with a solemn expression, "In ancient times, wind and cold were not trivial matters, they would kill people."

"It's just a cold... I don't even have a fever."

Qiao Jing didn't take this matter to heart, thinking that a good night's sleep would be all right.But Jing Xinglan was right, he thought, after being out for such a long time, they really should go back.

He told 008 about his plan. Although the little black cat was reluctant to give up, he also knew that there was always a banquet in the world, and it was impossible for it to stay by Qiao Jing and Jing Xinglan's side for a lifetime.So it thought for a while, and said: "Then I will apply to the headquarters, and I should get a reply in a few days. When you finish writing this book, go back."

"Reply in a few days?" Qiao Jing was puzzled, "Aren't you all instant messaging?"

"Actually..." The little black cat twitched suddenly, its tail behind it swaying like seaweed, "Oh, I didn't intend to tell you so early. Actually, I applied for an award for you, and the headquarters approved it step by step It will take some time, but I think that with the prestige points you have earned, it is absolutely no problem for you to be approved. You will definitely like this gift."

"What—ahem! What reward?"

Qiao Jing sneezed violently, and asked with a listless expression.

"The data in my database is actually not as comprehensive as that at the headquarters," 008 said, "the headquarters has written materials created by humans in various parallel time and space, and parallel time and space represent countless possibilities. Do you understand?"

Qiao Jing nodded.

He understood, but he didn't quite understand why 008 should emphasize this point.

"So, is this reward a book?" He guessed.

"Yes," 008 said, "it is the complete version of "Dream of Red Mansions."

Qiao Jing just wanted to say that he had read this book for countless times, but suddenly his eyes widened suddenly, his voice raised involuntarily, and even the fingers holding the soup bowl were trembling slightly: "You mean, Cao Xueqin The version that I personally wrote the last forty chapters?"

"Correct."

After getting an affirmative answer from 008, Qiao Jing sat blankly on the bed for about half a minute, then suddenly lifted the quilt, staggered all the way outside the house like a wandering soul, and stood at the entrance of the courtyard Next to the large water tank that came to hold the water, it was still like a wooden stake for a few seconds.

Under Ye Dongfeng's stunned gaze, the black-haired young man took a deep breath and plunged his head into the water.

— Abbreviation, Physical Calm.

Jing Xinglan chased him out from the house, annoyed and funny: "What are you doing? Don't you think you're sick enough?"

Although Ye Dongfeng didn't understand why Qiao Jing came here suddenly, he would never let go of any chance to run Jing Xinglan.He said coolly: "Hey, why have you only been back for a few days, and you still look stupid, not to mention making him sick?"

Jing Xinglan slashed at him fiercely: "If you can't speak, you can shut up."

Qiao Jing finally calmed down at this moment, he let out a breath slowly, and supported the edge of the water tank with both hands, although his head, which was already a little swollen, was now irritated by the cold water, as if it was about to explode, and his temples were even more painful. It was a nervous jump, but this did not prevent the excitement and ecstasy in his heart from expanding like an explosion—because, this is "Dream of Red Mansions"!

The complete version of "Dream of Red Mansions" written by Cao Xueqin in the last [-] chapters!

Anyone who loves to read in the world will know how valuable this book is, let alone someone like Qiao Jing who loves books like his life.He had no doubts that if the old professors in colleges and universities heard the news, some of them would be so excited that they would be dragged to the hospital by the 120 Office for emergency treatment. It is more restrained.

But there was still an abnormal blush on his cheeks, whether it was due to illness or excitement, Jing Xinglan frowned, and just as he wanted him to go back to the house and put on the shoes, Qiao Jing suddenly picked them up with both hands. He kissed the man's left and right cheeks, and at the end, with a bewildered smile on his face, he wandered back into the room, which was abnormally frightening.

Jing Xinglan stood where he was, touched his face, and his originally frowning eyebrows gradually relaxed.

Ye Dongfeng watched him throw a smug look at him expressionlessly, and then quickly turned back to the house to look for Qiao Jing. This feeling was even more uncomfortable than being slapped in the chest more than a dozen times.

Move out, he will move out tonight!

Jing Xinglan didn't know what he couldn't do with all his efforts, but Qiao Jing did it easily with just two kisses, and also caused a [-] critical hit to Ye Dongfeng.But if he knew, he would just smile and say "well done".

Who told this person to be blind?

But the result of indulgence was that Qiao Jing's cold, which could be cured in a day, worsened again, and he coughed continuously all night, which made Jing Xinglan unable to sleep, and planned to get up to make medicine for him.

"I'm sorry," Qiao Jing propped up half of his body on his elbows, and said hoarsely, "I made you sleep because of the noise."

"Just take care of your body," he said, "I know you're happy, but you have to be careful."

Jing Xinglan looked at the young man who was struggling to swallow the unpalatable Chinese medicine, and his eyebrows were twisted into a ball. He wiped off the sweat on his face with a towel, and tucked his broken hair behind his ears so that Qiao Jing could drink the medicine.

In order to divert Qiao Jing's attention, Jing Xinglan began to tell him what happened during the day: "Last time you told me that the village chief already knew your pen name, no wonder he asked me a lot about you after I came back. I asked me if the prototype of the small village where Mei Qingyun lived was Yuncha Village, and I also asked if you are writing a new book, when will it be published, etc. "

Qiao Jing quietly listened to him talking about these trivial matters, but in his mind, he couldn't help thinking of a fragment he wrote in the manuscript of "Old Things in Jingluo":

"It is no exaggeration to say that I was always terrified when I walked on campus. The first thing I do after school every day is to pack my things, then hold the bag strap tightly in my hand, and silently recite three two one in my heart. I am the first to rush out of the school gate. Because I was afraid to hear my pen name mentioned by a certain classmate again. Many people think that as an author, you must be invulnerable, but I have always been a very timid person, afraid of criticism, and even more afraid of praise.”

"I often ask myself, why do I choose to write this way when I am so timid? Later I realized that it was because writing gave me courage and gave me a world where I would not be disturbed by others."

"After understanding this, I still fear the words of others, but I no longer question why I write. And, in the most difficult moment, Mr. Jing once told me, write what you want to write, the rest I have everything. This promise is as important to me as Dinghaishenzhen. Although I know that some storms in life can only be faced alone, I have to admit that besides writing, his existence is also my A great source of inner courage.”

"Drink it quickly, why are you in a daze." Jing Xinglan stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, "The medicine is getting cold."

"……Um."

Qiao Jing raised his head and drank the whole bowl of medicine in one gulp.

so bitter.

His face was wrinkled, and the bitter and greasy taste made his stomach twitch, thanks to Jing Xinglan who stuffed a piece of candy into his mouth in time: "It's not good to eat candy at night, next time you get sick, don't even think about it. "

Qiao Jing gave another muffled hum, and shrank herself into the bed.

"good night."

A good night's dream.

When he woke up the next day, his illness was almost healed, but I don't know if Jing Xinglan went out to buy medicine yesterday and let the people in the village see it. Early in the morning, many villagers came to visit Qiao with things. Mirrored.For a while, the courtyard was full of people, and all kinds of chicken, duck and fish supplements were placed all over the floor, and there was almost nowhere for people to stay.

Jing Xinglan didn't expect them to do this, but the village head said: "You guys, just accept it! Everyone has noticed Xiao Qiao's contributions to the village over the years. These things are all made by the villagers. Reluctant to eat may be nothing in your opinion, but it is considered a distraction anyway, just don't hold it against you."

He sighed: "How can this be disgusting?"

But Jing Xinglan talked badly, but the villagers didn't listen to him at all. Xiao You, who got up early and practiced Wu Qinxi, was greatly moved, and strengthened his own concept-the villagers of Yuncha are simple and honest, and they don't pick up lost things on the road. This is the legendary Xanadu ah!

He immediately went back to the house and wrote to his old friends, asking them to come and stay with him for a while when they had time, to experience the customs here.

Since the downfall of King Qi County, Xiao You could have returned to his hometown immediately, but he still decided to stay here for a while, and even planned to stay longer. He built a house of his own in the village.

Another week or so passed through such an ordinary daily life. Just when Qiao Jing was about to finish the book "Old Stories of Jingluo", a piece of news came out from the palace, which shocked the world——

Emperor Liang announced that the first World Conference will be held in Daliang City.

At that time, representatives from various countries will be invited to gather in the palace, and grand celebrations will be held throughout the city to show the country's prestige.

"Brother Huang also invited us to visit, and asked me what performance I would like to see before," Jing Xinglan said to Qiao Jing with a smile, "I said, singing and dancing are too boring, although there will definitely be, but the meeting will be held for seven days , I can’t just watch singing and dancing every day.”

Qiao Jing: "Then what do you mean?"

"In peaceful times, competitive games are more suitable to show the strength of the country," Jing Xinglan said. "For example, table tennis, volleyball, running, etc., just like the Olympics."

Although a little disappointed, Qiao Jing couldn't help asking, "What about football?"

Jing Xinglan was silent for a moment.

"I don't know much about Daliang's cuju level," he said with a look of embarrassment, and his tone was somewhat serious, "but it seems that Brother Huang likes it very much. If the level is not too bad, it should be included in the competition. Let's go."

"It's okay," Qiao Jing comforted him, "Anyway, no matter how bad it is, it can't be worse than...you know."

Jing Xinglan: "I understand."

The two looked at each other and sighed in unison.

Forget it, let's skip this topic.