Global Update [Quick Transmigration]

Today, the wind and the sun are beautiful, the clouds are light and the wind is light.

But Gao Boss of the "Aimin Daily" newspaper office deeply felt that he must have forgotten to read the almanac when he went out today.

——Otherwise, it was rare for him to come to the newspaper office once, so how could he be caught by the ancestor Liao Changyi?

"Boss Gao, don't go," Liao Changyi grabbed the man who was trying to get away with a sad face, and persistently asked, "It's not that I want to do something bad. Can you still trust my character? Tell me Yan Heqing's address, and I'll treat you to a drink later! Will it work?"

"It's not a question of success..." Boss Gao lost his temper after being tortured by him, "The newspaper office is obliged to keep the identity of the author secret, and the address is of course one of them. Mr. Liao, we really can't make such an opening Otherwise, the reputation that has been established for many years will be gone.”

Did he really wonder why Qiao Jing would suddenly find them to cooperate?

With the "Dongfang Beijing News" and Xu Weixin's lessons learned there, Boss Gao has long been a warning, and has repeated orders to his editors.

"It's just an address, why are you dawdling?" Liao Changyi was also annoyed, he stared at him, "You won't tell me, will you? That's fine, I'll go find someone else!"

Before Boss Gao could heave a sigh of relief, Liao Changyi, who had just walked two steps, suddenly turned around again, stared at him and asked, "You probably still have the new manuscript that Yan Heqing just sent over here, right? Show me, I Promise not to tell anyone."

Boss Gao: "..."

Ancestors!

Leaving aside the fact that Boss Gao, who was entangled by Liao Niuhide, complained all the time, Yan Heqing's "56" had already caused a huge response in the society.

Otherwise, Liao Changyi's friends would not have noticed this novel.

More than one person combined this book with Liao Changyi's questioning in the newspaper before, thinking that "56" is the best response to this question-after all, throughout history, has China faced fewer crises of subjugation?When did they not survive?

But there are also many people who just regard this book as a travel note describing the scenery of Kyushu, and are deeply fascinated by the landscapes described in it. They can't wait to follow Tang An to measure the great rivers and mountains of the motherland with their feet.

They called this book "Contemporary "Xu Xiake's Travel Notes", and after carefully studying the humanities and folk customs described by Yan Heqing in the article, and found that these were not obtained out of thin air, they admired the author even more.Many people even intentionally imitated Yan Heqing's style of writing, but even Qiao Jing didn't know what style of writing he was, so most of the imitations he wrote in the end were completely different and could only imitate superficial ones.

The most unexpected thing was the huge response that "56" aroused among the students.

Every teenager has a heart that loves freedom, and Qiao Jing's book is almost written on their hearts. big.

There were a few others who probably had their eyes on it, and even ran to their parents and said solemnly that they wanted to drop out of school to become a folk photographer, but the photographer didn't take it, but they got beaten up.

However, none of this has anything to do with Qiao Jing. After ensuring his own safety, he lived the same life as before. He went to class every day, wrote manuscripts in his free time, occasionally read letters from readers, and taught Rouge. With Qiao Jingguowen, life is simple and fulfilling.

However, ever since Qiao Jing's identity was known by the professors in the school, his college life has become different from that of ordinary students.

Leaving aside Wen Chunqiu's time and again taking advantage of Qiao Jing's time to "pass by" the door of the classroom, asking him overtly and secretly if he had any new drafts to show him, Zuo Xiangting raised his eyebrows at him Right, but a few days ago in class, he blatantly took out "56" for them to compare the differences between Eastern and Western folk culture, which was enough to suffocate Qiao Jing who was sitting at the bottom of the lecture.

——Does he keep this note, or does he not?

Due to the actions of the professors, rumors began to spread in Jingluo University that Yan Heqing was a student in the school, but no one knew exactly who it was.

Although some people sneered at this and thought it must be nonsense, more students were still very excited, eager to find someone to discuss the plot of the new book in person.

Yan Heqing was actually classmates with them!

Come on, isn't this super cool?

For a while, "56" became popular in all major universities and middle schools in China. Every issue of "Aimin Daily" and "Dongfang Beijing News" was circulated by everyone, and more and more people chose to copy the entire article by hand.The students set up novel clubs one after another to discuss the plots of each serialization, and lamented why Yan Heqing only updated this short section to catch people's appetite, and then turned their grief and anger into motivation, and began to write letters to the newspaper to urge the update.

Therefore, Xu Weixin finds out whether to laugh or cry, although the "Aimin Daily" helps them disperse their firepower this time, the number of letters received by their newspaper office has not decreased but increased. The postman has changed from two times a day to three or four times a day. It can't be delivered like this.

"It's a grand occasion," he sighed sincerely, looking at the pile of letters in the cabinet, "it's a grand occasion."

He didn't dare to pretend to be a bole, but Qiao Jing must be the one in a million horse with a thousand li.Even so, Xu Weixin can still proudly say that signing the contract with Qiao Jing was the most correct thing he did in his life!

In addition to stirring up troubles outside, the two little ones in the family also like Qiao Jing's "56" very much. After learning a little bit of characters, every time Qiao Jing finishes writing a new draft, he can't wait to rush to read it.

As for Jing Xinglan, he became Qiao Jing's free copyist, because now he had to send manuscripts to two newspapers, and after Qiao Jing finished writing one copy, he handed over the rest to copy.

Therefore, there are two people sitting at the desk every night.

Qiao Jing also thought about whether to hire a copyist directly, but Jing Xinglan himself said no, he seemed to be happy to help with this, and would deliberately imitate Qiao Jing's handwriting when transcribing—even though Qiao Jing said that there was no such thing Necessary, but it was a bit of stubborn insistence on his part.

Of course, sometimes when Jing Xinglan was copying, she would stop writing for a while and rest for a while. Occasionally, Qiao Jing would look up when she was tired from writing, and she would see the man holding his chin and smiling at him under the light, his dark eyes sparkling. A touch of tenderness.

Every time at this time, Qiao Jing always has the illusion that they are still in modern times.

The photos they took at the photo studio that day were sent home a few days later.

Qiao Jing was the first to rush over and opened the envelope impatiently.He poured out the photos inside and stared straight at the black and white portraits with complicated expressions.

Qiao Jing knew that he probably thought of the old beggar who once gave him a home.

Although the young man usually behaves carelessly, it is precisely because he has experienced the pain of gain and loss that he loves this hard-won family more deeply than anyone else.

Rouge next to her also leaned over to take a look, but couldn't take her eyes away.

Jing Xinglan asked casually, "How is the photo?"

Qiao Jing said it was very good, but Yan Zhi held back for a long time, and then uttered a shocking statement:

"Mister's waist is so thin."

Qiao Jing: "..."

Jing Xinglan raised his eyebrows, glanced at him, and raised the corners of his lips: "Oh? How thin it is, show me too."

Facing Qiao Jing's speechless gaze, he observed the photo for a moment, then nodded seriously.

"Well, it's quite thin."

Qiao Jing was the last person in the family to see the photos. He looked through the black and white photos several times, but he couldn't see where the waistline was thinner. It was obviously the waistline of a normal Asian.

Total bullshit, he thought.

A few group photos were hung on the living room wall by Jing Xinglan, while the photo of Qiao Jing and him was framed and placed on the desk.

Qiao Jing could see it just by looking up.

At night, Jing Xinglan watched him staring at the photo in a daze, and couldn't help feeling a little anticipation in his heart: "I see you've been staring at it for a long time, what are you thinking?"

Qiao Jing was stunned for a few seconds before he realized with an "ah".

"I'm thinking," the young man said slowly, still staring at the photo persistently, "where is the detail?"

Jing Xinglan: "..."

After hearing about this incident, not to mention Qiao Jing, even Yan Zhi, who had always been partial to grandma's house, couldn't help but start to sympathize with Jing Xinglan.

Although Mr. is very good, but those who like him...

Cough, I have to say, it's really not easy.

Although "56" has been well received in the society, and even with the pseudonym "Yan Heqing", it has doubled its influence in the literary world, but Qiao Jing never dared to say that his writing level can be among the best in this era.

He was just lucky to have seen the wider world and a peaceful and prosperous future, so he was able to write works that are completely different from the style of this era.

In the study of literature and politics, Qiao Jing was far behind Zuo Xiangting, Wen Chunqiu, and Liao Changyi.

Therefore, when he knew that Zuo Xiangting was willing to help translate his novel for free and publish it abroad, Qiao Jing was stunned on the spot.

When he came back to his senses, he subconsciously refused: "Sir, how can I..."

"What is He De He Neng?" Zuo Xiangting glared at him, and the fierce eyes immediately made Qiao Jing shut his mouth and dare not speak, "It is indeed your honor to translate for you personally! But you can only You can talk about it in front of me, if you still have such an attitude in front of outsiders, don't blame me for being rude to you! Since you are my student, show some domineering!"

Qiao Jing tried his best to be domineering for a second: "...Okay sir."

Zuo Xiangting looked at him, showing another expression of hatred for iron.

"Walking around, looking at you is annoying." He waved his hand and said in disgust, "Everyone speaks like a person, and the article is the same, but it's just the opposite when it comes to you! Who did you learn your temper from? ?”

There is no social fear in this era. Students dare to stand up and debate with professors in class, and professors encourage students to express their views boldly.Outside of the classroom, these college students will also go to the streets to give speeches, go to various occasions to promote new culture and popularize vernacular. In modern times, they are basically all at the top three level in debate competitions.

Therefore, Qiao Jing seemed even more out of place in it.

Chased away by the dean, Qiao Jing could only bow slightly to the left and Xiangting, and left silently.

In the corridor, he bumped into Wen Chunqiu who came to talk to Zuo Xiangting again. Qiao Jing greeted him in a low voice, and lowered his head down the stairs under Wen Chunqiu's gaze.

Wen Chunqiu looked at his back and shook his head.

Seeing the unlucky look on the child's face, one knew that Xuanhua had once again beaten him with a knife.

Alas, there is really no way, no matter how many times I say it, I don't listen.

Wen Chunqiu walked into Zuo Xiangting's office, looked at the "56" spread out on the other's desk, and couldn't help snorting: "Okay, I guessed it right again."

If you want to say who Zuo Xiangting is the most helpless in the whole world, it must be the one in front of him.He reluctantly got up and poured a cup of tea for Wen Chunqiu, and asked, "Principal Wen, what's your business here today? Isn't he here to criticize me again?"

"How could that be?" Wen Chunqiu laughed, "And Xuanhua, don't talk nonsense, when did I criticize you?"

Seeing Zuo Xiangting staring at him with a condemning gaze of "you say it yourself", Wen Chunqiu took a sip of tea and was also happy.

"To be honest," his face became a little more serious, "this child Qiao Jing gave me too much surprise, Xuan Hua, before this, can you imagine? This kind of article is actually written by a person who has not yet graduated from school. student's hands?"

Zuo Xiangting was silent for a moment, then shook his head very honestly.

"Actually, he's not the only one," Wen Chunqiu sighed. "The younger generation emerging in the domestic literary world recently makes me feel this way. But I still have a strong intuition," he put down the teacup heavily, and looked directly at Zuo Xiangting, "God bless China, no matter what, this nation, this country, will never perish."

Zuo Xiangting twitched the corner of his mouth: "What are you talking about with that surnamed Liao? I think he's just idle and flustered, looking for trouble when he has nothing to do."

Wen Chunqiu laughed: "There is no way, his aggressive method is obvious, but the effect is good enough, isn't it? Seeing that kind of title, if anyone can resist writing a letter to scold him, then Just a saint."

Zuo Xiangting sarcastically said precisely, "Liao Changyi really thought of himself as little Zhuge alive this time and planned to borrow arrows from straw boats. If he hadn't been lucky, there happened to be Yan Heqing's serialization to divert his attention. This article alone That's enough for him."

"Yes," Wen Chunqiu said, "but Liao Changyi is a bit reckless, and he is more than a hundred times stronger than those hypocrites who appear to be high-sounding."

On this point, Zuo Xiangting also agreed.

"There is a play by Cheng Jiao'er in the afternoon," he took the initiative to invite because he had a rare leisure time today, "Principal Wen, can you give me a favor?"

"No, I still have work to do in the afternoon." Wen Chunqiu shook his head with a smile, "The tree attracts the wind, I have to go to a few old friends in the afternoon. After all, the students are promising. Those of us who are teachers, if we don't do it for the young If people do something, wouldn’t they have lived for so many years in vain?”

Hearing this, Zuo Xiangting immediately said: "Then I will go with you too."

Wen Chunqiu showed a happy expression, and his tone was very sincere, and he couldn't tell at all that he came to Zuo Xiangting this time for this matter: "Oh, Xuanhua, that's great! I'm just worried about no one Help me sing the white face!"

Fortunately, Zuo Xiangting didn't accept his tricks.

"...Principal Wen, you are almost done."

Wen Chunqiu laughed loudly, and walked to the window sill with his hands behind his back, watching the last yellow leaf falling with the wind outside the window, with an imperceptible trace of melancholy in his distant eyes.

Another year has passed.

On the first day of winter vacation, there was light snow in the city.

During dinner, Qiao Jing said excitedly: "I saw the recruitment notice in the city! Anyone who is 16 years old can sign up!"

Qiao Jing paused for a while.

Sitting beside her, Rouge glanced at him quickly, pursed her lips and said nothing.

"You're only fourteen." In the end, it was Jing Xinglan who broke the silence, "Concentrate on going to school and don't think about messy things."

Although Qiao Jing admired Jing Xinglan very much, he still frowned and retorted: "How can this be called a mess? Besides, who said that I was fourteen, I have already turned fifteen, and after half a year, It's sixteen!"

"No." Qiao Jing said suddenly.

"Why?" Qiao Jing stood up abruptly, staring at him unwillingly, "I said a long time ago that I wanted to be a general!"

Qiao Jing: "You are still young. Besides, if you can't do it, you can't do it."

Qiao Jing bit his lower lip, didn't eat, turned around and ran back to the room.

Seeing this, the rouge that had been eating deliciously could not be swallowed.She forced a smile and said, "Just like him, he still said that he should be a general. Don't treat him as cannon fodder on the battlefield... Are you right, sir?"

Qiao Jing didn't say anything, just put down her chopsticks silently, said "I'm full", and then got up and left the table.

Yan Zhi sat on the seat at a loss, and asked Jing Xinglan in a panic: "Did I say something wrong?"

"No," Jing Xinglan sighed and rubbed her head, "Don't worry, it's not your fault, I'll go and see him."

He also put down his chopsticks and followed Qiao Jing to the study.

"Angry?"

Qiao Jing pursed her lips: "No."

That is angry.

Jing Xinglan moved a chair and sat next to him, looked at Qiao Jing's expressionless and sulking face, and persuaded: "Qiao Jing is not a three-year-old anymore, I will try to persuade him, but if it doesn't work, , we can only respect his choice."

Qiao Jing: "But he still doesn't understand what it means to go to the battlefield."

"Those who understand, either become deserters or become heroes," Jing Xinglan said calmly, "And do you really think that Qiao Jing doesn't understand these things?"

Qiao Jing stopped talking.

Jing Xinglan gritted his teeth, and said cruelly: "To put it bluntly, there is always someone who has to sacrifice. He may be Qiao Jing, or Rouge, or anyone in this era. We are just bystanders in this era. Next What happens, you and I know and can't stop it, but we have places to go back to, and they don't—you know what I mean?"

"This is their hometown," he said.

This time, Qiao Jing was silent for a long time.

After a while, he closed his eyes and said softly, "I know everything. But..."

After all, Qiao Jing was the child he picked up, so how could he remain indifferent.

"If he insists on going, I won't stop him," Qiao Jing finally said, "It's just that he must be at least 16 years old, and he won't be able to miss one day."

Jing Xinglan nodded: "That's natural."

He stood up and gave Qiao Jing a relaxed smile: "Okay, don't think about it for now, let's go eat something. I don't think you have moved your chopsticks much during this meal."

Qiao Jing shook her head: "I'm not hungry."

"...Okay, then I'll go out and comfort Rouge first."

Just when Jing Xinglan walked to the door and was about to leave the room, he suddenly heard a low voice asking from behind:

"What if the person who sacrificed was me?"

Jing Xinglan's hand on the doorknob paused for a moment.

Then, without looking back, the man said, "I won't let you go ahead of me."

After saying that, he left the room.

Qiao Jing stared blankly at his back.

After a while, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked.