Ask Again

Mu Qingyun's calligraphy has not yet been practiced deliberately.

She knows that people think words can reveal a person.

Everyone says that words are full of charm and can reveal a person's character.

Since Mu Qingyun wants to be a beauty in the universal sense, the beauty of a beauty lies in her charm and character. She will probably need to practice a good calligraphy in the future that will make people shine.

"Well."

Mu Qingyun paused and took one of the documents in front of his eyes to take a closer look.

Qiao Wenshu put down her tea cup, blinked, and became interested: "What do you think of this article?"

Mu Qingyun nodded shamelessly: "Well written."

Qiao Wenshu smiled: "I don't think the writing is bad, but it's too little and the meaning is not complete. I read the last paragraph, about Li Qingzhao, a female lyricist in the Song Dynasty. I just wrote the beginning, but there is no follow-up, which is really uncomfortable.

"

Mu Qingyun nodded: "Grandma Qiao, come to my house to play tonight, I will make up for you the back, ah, and the front."

Even when Grandma Qiao came in the evening, she would just hand over the pile of notes to her old man, including the copy of the notebook picked up by Gao Xiaowei.

Recently, she has been forgetting to eat and sleep while studying. She wears headphones to listen to English when she goes to the boxing gym to practice boxing.

Hong Biao was also a little surprised.

Which of Mu Qingyun's opponents is not the proud one of heaven?

She cheated. Who among these people has not cheated in their lives?

All kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind. Mu Qingyun no longer thought about Gao Xiaowei or Wang Xiaowei, and devoted himself to intense study.

Qiao Wenshu, He Zhou and other teachers looked at each other and shook their heads.

"okay."

The back door of the multimedia classroom and the windows on the left and right sides were full of human heads.

After learning to the point like Mu Qingyun, every point improvement and every ranking improvement must be exchanged for blood and sweat.

She shook her head and said helplessly: "These children are so courageous now."

Mu Qingyun naturally felt good without a 'monitor', but without a free driver, he had to get up earlier in the morning, and there was no one to make breakfast.

“I specifically told you that this shrimp dumpling is very clean and there is absolutely no shrimp skin, so you can eat it with confidence.”

Gao Xiaowei pinched his fingers gently, calmed down, and took out a small incense burner with a long column from his pocket.

Little Taozi is still too small, so rare and strange.

Classes 5, 6, 9, and less than half of the students from each class on the east side of this floor are here.

Gao Xiaowei's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"If there are no problems with the argument, our history textbooks may need to be revised in the next two years."

Gao Xiaowei concentrated his mind and said loudly: "I was just lucky, I got something by chance, and accidentally read some miscellaneous books and information on the street, and then I got this article. It's not really a talent."

Her opponents are more than 800,000 candidates in the province. If possible, she would like to be the best among the more than 10 million candidates nationwide.

Qiao Wenshu was now convinced that the real author of the article Hong Biao sent was Ah Qing.

Gao Xiaowei's head buzzed, and he felt confused.

After finishing the meal, he made an appointment with Grandma Qiao to meet in the evening, and Mu Qingyun hurried back to class.

Mu Qingyun only had one meal at Qiao's house, and Qiao Wenshu remembered her preferences.

After finally finishing all the important things she needed to do, Qiao Wenshu let out a sigh of relief and couldn't wait to find the chapter about the poets and literati of the Song Dynasty. After reading this, she became fascinated.

Qiao Wenshu said helplessly, "You kid, why are you so anxious? We had no choice at that time. The country was in urgent need of talents. I wished I could go to school today and do it in three days. In one month, I would have broken all the bones in my body."

Come and build our Ming Dynasty."

Hong Biao was startled and inexplicable.

Friday is a rainy day.

After getting the information from Hong Biao, Hezhou and others highly praised Beixu's writings related to "Three Kings' Rebellion". Qiao Wenshu didn't think it was bad, but she preferred the ones that only wrote a little bit about Song Dynasty literati.

stories between.

He was really shocked when he heard Teacher Qiao ask that question just now. Thinking about it carefully, it should be impossible. Which kid is so bold and dares to deceive Teacher Qiao and the others?

In fact, it is really not difficult to heal a person. For example, at a certain moment, someone is willing to give a little sincere consideration and a little warmth, which can slightly heal the wound in the heart.

"Okay, it's not a big deal, let's eat dumplings."

Her mother knew it, her grandmother knew it, even her stepfather's sister and brother knew it, and Grandma Qiao, who they had not been with for long, also knew it. Only her father Mu Siping, after hearing about it, only gave her two words - 'pretentious'

!'

"What's the meaning?"

Qiao Wenshu understood immediately, smiled bitterly, and sighed: "I've been making trouble for a long time, but this is really what happened."

"Ah Qing, you have also heard that the students in Class 5 are going to the multimedia classroom later. It seems that Gao Xiaowei is going to hold some kind of defense meeting there?"

In recent years, grandma has indeed become more stable and rarely goes crazy. But in the early years, especially when he first entered elementary school, two or three times a month, he would suspect that grandma and her friends had just come out of a mental hospital.

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Qiao Wenshu did not show off and said solemnly: "Classmate Gao, Teacher Hong sent me an email a week ago and showed me this article."

Then it was forgotten.

Qiao Wenshu waved her hand and asked Hong Biao to sit down. She raised her head and waved to Gao Xiaowei with a slightly serious expression.

The students never spoke loudly, but there were so many people that the sound was inevitably noisy.

After handing over the things, she became the hands-off shopkeeper.

The intern teacher from No. 13 Middle School who was responsible for running errands for them quickly responded and hurried to call for someone.

"So I said hello to the members of the editorial team of the Historical Dictionary and wrote a proposal and submitted it. In principle, after this article is compiled, relevant knowledge points will be extracted and written into the dictionary, at least in the appendix.

Make a mention."

"It seems that several professors from Yanzhou University have come, and there are rumors that professors from other universities have also come. If nothing else happens, Gao Xiaowei will be specially recruited. How great, I want to be specially recruited too."

Qiao Wenshu only gave her a few words of advice based on her own thoughts. Mu Qingyun was anxious and insisted on rushing to take the college entrance examination and go to university, so she only sent teaching aid materials, hoping that the children would avoid a few detours.

"I think it is very well written. After reading this article, I feel that there are many historical hypotheses, and they may all have a definite result."

Qiao Wenshu worked tirelessly, reading it roughly overnight, filing records, taking photos and uploading them one by one, and then sent all the information to several old friends she knew well.

"Why."

Mu Qingyun shrugged.

The college entrance examination is like a single-plank bridge with thousands of troops and horses.

Recently, Teacher Jia took a leave of absence and did not show up for several days. The students in the class were not familiar with him, so they did not pay much attention to him.

Qiao Wenshu smiled, pushed the documents aside, used serving chopsticks to help Mu Qingyun pick up several dumplings, and then asked the waiter to prepare dipping sauce according to her taste, using sweet and sour sesame oil.

Zhao Yang: "..."

"Uh-huh."

"What did you say?"

They are all well-known big shots, but the information they received from Hong Biao is still a bit different.

"But you don't have to worry. Your student life may be the most comfortable and best time in your life. If you just follow the steps, you will be fine."

Gao Xiaowei was in a state of turmoil. He could hardly suppress his excitement and tried to stay calm. He heard Qiao Wenshu slowly say: "Hong Biao said that you are the author. I want to ask again if he heard it wrong or made a mistake. This

Is this article really written by you?"

After reading only a little bit, she felt extremely romantic. Now that she saw the original copy, Qiao Wenshu was fascinated by it in a short time. She was so excited for a while that she held the notebook and walked from the bedroom to the living room, singing a waltz and laughing again.

Lean forward and close behind, swing left and right.

In the blink of an eye, this week is coming to an end.

In the huge multimedia classroom, Gao Xiaowei's complacency had not yet dissipated from his face when he suddenly felt a little panicked.

Compared with that Gao Xiaowei, she certainly believed in Mu Qingyun.

Mu Qingyun blinked: "A lot of students went to see it?"

This thing has never been successful!

But Gao Xiaowei still believed that this fragrance must be real.

Qiao Wenshu said helplessly, "Xiao Tang, help me run to Class 5 and call classmate Mu Qingyun over."

It was just in time for the big class break, and the twenty-minute break was barely enough for the students to join in the fun.

Qiao Wenshu nodded happily, and in the middle of the nod, she sat up straight, touched the teacup on the table: "This - this article was written by you, Ah Qing!?"
To be continued...