Global Update [Quick Transmigration]

Although Qiao Jing had told the little beggar their address, after several weeks, no one came to him.

One evening, Yan Zhi was helping Jing Xinglan in the kitchen, and suddenly asked, "Where are recruits going to join the army usually sent to?"

Jing Xinglan stopped making soup, turned his head and glanced at the thoughtful girl, thought for a while and replied: "It should be in the Sichuan-Chongqing area. The situation there has been tense recently. Most of the veterans are stationed in north."

"Sichuan Chongqing..."

Yan Zhi frowned, she had never been there, but she had heard a few aunts talking about it when they were washing clothes by the river, saying that the soldiers in Sichuan and Chongqing were fierce, and they all fought like desperate people. There is still a lot of miasma in the mountains and forests. If you accidentally get lost in a mountain, your life will be gone before you know it.

"Why are you asking this?" Jing Xinglan asked her.

Yan Zhi came back to her senses, and spat in her heart, even if the little beggar really died in which mountain, what does it matter to her?

Obviously he was bragging that he could be a general.

"It's nothing, just ask." The girl flicked the thick and bright braid behind her back. Although she just made it with cloth strips, a girl of this age looks good no matter how she dresses up. Didn't come back?"

She looked out of the window with some worry, the setting sun reflected half of the sky red, and the debris piles in the yard were coated with a faint glow, dazzling like molten gold.At this point, the aroma of food could already be heard from every household around - it stands to reason that Qiao Jing should have finished writing at least two manuscripts at home at this time.

But now that the serialization of "All Beings Crossing" in the newspaper has just ended, Qiao Jing doesn't have to be immersed in the endless draft hell every day like before.

"Probably because of something at school," Jing Xinglan put the lid on the pot calmly, "He's been busy with changing majors recently."

Qiao Jing thinks that he is really not good enough to study medicine. Although his grades are not bad in his grade, basically everyone knows how tiring studying medicine is.After a few years, not to mention anything else, just a lot of hair will fall out.

The most important thing is that he won't be able to stay in this era for long. Qiao Jing doesn't want to work hard to graduate and finally get a medical diploma from Jingluo University. When he returns to modern times, he will immediately become a piece of waste paper.

——Doesn't that mean that the bamboo basket fetches water in vain?

After hearing Qiao Jing's plan, Zuo Xiangting also expressed his approval.

In his opinion, even if Qiao Jing is a doctor, at his level he can only become a second-rate doctor in the future.But if you change to become a translator, maybe in a few decades, this country will have one more great translator with a long history.

So he readily approved Qiao Jing's application for changing majors as the dean of the Faculty of Arts, and let him transfer to the Department of Foreign Languages ​​and Literatures in the college.However, even if the dean approved the application, the exam still had to be completed. Qiao Jing was originally a sophomore, that is to say, he still needed to make up all the professional courses that he missed in the previous two years.

But there is no need to follow the freshmen to take all the classes again.According to Zuo Xiangting's words, as long as Qiao Jing can pass the final exam of the foreign language department, he can still enter the junior year as usual next semester.

Jing Xinglan was still teasing him last night, saying that Qiao Jing has now taken the first step to become a real great writer—abandoning medicine to pursue literature.

When the man thought of the helpless and helpless expression on Qiao Jing's face after hearing this sentence, the corners of the man's lips could not help but rise slightly.

Unexpectedly, their family was going to produce a great writer of the Republic of China.

"Squeak-"

Just as he was thinking, the courtyard door outside was pushed open.

Qiao Jing finally walked into the courtyard with the last rays of the setting sun.

He nodded to Yan Zhi who ran over excitedly, and then said to Jing Xinglan who followed her out of the room: "You guys eat first tonight, I'll sleep for a while."

Jing Xinglan frowned: "Are you so tired?"

He walked over and wanted to take Qiao Jing's bag, but the black-haired young man subconsciously took half a step back, holding the bag to avoid his hand.

Jing Xinglan's expression froze, but after only a second, he smiled nonchalantly and put down his hands: "In that case, go and rest first, and I'll cook you some dinner later in the evening."

Qiao Jing nodded. Jing Xinglan thought he would explain, but the young man entered the house without saying a word, and even closed the bedroom door on purpose.

Now, even Rouge sensed something was wrong.

She looked up blankly at Jing Xinglan who was standing in the courtyard with an unpredictable expression: "Did you quarrel with your husband?"

"……No."

Jing Xinglan came back to her senses, and said to her in a calm tone, "Let's eat first."

A meal is tasteless.

Before walking into the bedroom, Jing Xinglan was thinking about what expression and tone he should use to talk to Qiao Jing, whether he should behave more naturally, or ask him straightforwardly, did something happen when he came back?

But when he saw the black-haired young man lying on the bed in the room, snoring unconsciously, he could only sigh deeply, and all the miscellaneous thoughts in his mind disappeared instantly. .

It's already like this, he thought with a wry smile, what else can he do with this person?

Fortunately, Qiao Jing was probably just overtired at school, and returned to normal after waking up the next day.Jing Xinglan originally thought that this incident would be over, but unexpectedly, within a few days, even Rouge joined the ranks of weirdos.

The girl began to avoid his sight unconsciously, but she would hide behind the man and observe his daily behavior silently. She also used studying as an excuse to run into Qiao Jing's room at every turn. Fiddle with something.

"No." Jing Xinglan was confused by the attitude of these two people, and finally couldn't help it anymore, and asked bluntly during dinner one night, "What's the matter with you recently?"

Yan Zhi wolfed down the rice and almost choked: "What, what? We didn't do anything?"

Jing Xinglan narrowed her eyes and looked at Qiao Jing.

The black-haired young man held the chopsticks, and the bristling hair on the top of his head shook unconsciously.

He pursed his lips, and it could be seen that he was trying hard to be stupid: "Ah? What did you say?"

Jing Xinglan laughed angrily.

"You two, do you think I'm blind?" He raised his eyebrows, and put down his chopsticks neatly, "Be honest, what did you hide in the debris pile in the yard outside today? Not even cats go there lie down."

Qiao Jing and Yan Zhi looked at each other silently.

"Sure enough, you exposed it!" Yan Zhi picked up the nape of 008's neck, "Fat cat, don't eat it! There will be no more dried fish in the next week!"

008 who fell from heaven: ... QAQ

Seeing that the matter has come to this point, Qiao Jing had no choice but to confess: "Actually, I bought the cake from outside."

Jing Xinglan asked puzzledly: "Alright, what are you buying cakes for? There are no special festivals these days, so you won't be afraid of spoiling them if you put them outside—"

But before he could finish speaking, he suddenly remembered something.

Tomorrow... seems to be my birthday?

Qiao Jing looked at him and sighed, "I wanted to give you a surprise."

Jing Xinglan didn't speak.

But his expression was obviously moved, and when Yan Zhi handed him the woolen scarf and gloves that she had knit in the room for the past few days, Jing Xinglan took a deep breath: "You guys... Thank you. "

"Winter in the north is very cold. I see that you usually wear very little when you go out, so I knitted this for you." Rouge said solemnly, "Especially protect your hands, otherwise, in case of frostbite, when washing and cutting vegetables Very inconvenient."

Jing Xinglan: "..."

He coughed, thinking that this little girl really made no secret of her partiality for Qiao Jing, but she still happily accepted the gift.

Qiao Jing also took out the gift prepared for Jing Xinglan from the house.

He sent a book.

"This is……!?"

But after Jing Xinglan took it, he stared blankly at the big words "Mirror Flower, Water Moon" on the cover, and then suddenly raised his head to look at Qiao Jing.

Qiao Jing went to the newspaper office to make this book a few days ago.

All the text is hand-copied, there is only one book in the world, and the content has never been published before. Jing Xinglan asked him to write the interstellar martial arts.

Because I wrote part of it in the modern world before, and 008 still has archives there, so it adds up to [-] to [-] words.

When Xu Weixin received the manuscript, he almost jumped up from his seat happily. He just glanced at the beginning, and he was completely overwhelmed by this fantasy theme that completely surpassed the cognition of this era. In this era when the national productivity is still very backward, it is really an unprecedented novel theme!

But when he heard that Qiao Jing actually asked not to publish it publicly, the expression of ecstasy froze instantly on his face.

"Why?" Xu Weixin frowned and said incomprehensibly, "If you don't publish such a good work, but just make a book and keep it at home, it will definitely be a great loss to the literary world! You know this book Once the book is published, will it have much impact on the development of today's literature?"

Xu Weixin even used honorifics unconsciously. Although Qiao Jing was much younger than him, in Xu Weixin's view, this young man's talent had completely convinced him—the importance of vernacular literature was criticized by many old-school literati. One point is that the subject matter is too vulgar and unrefined, but Xu Weixin feels that as long as this book is published, it will be enough to completely shatter this prejudice!

Vernacular literature can talk about the past as well as the present, and it naturally does its part to fantasize about the future.

But because Qiao Jing insisted on using this book as a gift to his friends, Xu Weixin had no choice but to have someone take him to bind it. Sitting on the seat, he sometimes sighed, sometimes gritted his teeth, showing a look of wishing to "replace the book with his body." friend" expression.

When making the cover, the man asked him what to write under his pen name. Qiao Jing originally wanted to use his original name, but after thinking about it, he slowly spit out four words:

"Through the mirror."

This pseudonym, just like their experience in this era, is like a dream with ups and downs.

Qiao Jing originally thought that he would never use it again in his life, but when he really told others about this pen name frankly, telling others "I am a mirror in the mirror", even though the other party didn't know what the pen name meant , he couldn't help feeling a little sour in his heart.

"I said that I will not write publicly under the pen name of Jinghua Shuiyue again," he said to Jing Xinglan who was sitting at the table with serious eyes after thinking about it, "but I have thought about it too, if I just write for you When people look at it, I don’t think there is any problem.”

Jing Xinglan opened his mouth, but was at a loss for words.

Because, he heard Qiao Jing say to him in a very flat tone:

"From today on, Flowers in the Mirror and Moon in the Water are the author of you alone."