My imagination has come true

Chapter 105: Rats have skins, but humans have no manners!
The awards ceremony and the closing ceremony ended, and the schedule of the Anbang National Competition came to an end.

"What song is this?"

Mu Qingyun sang a song several times, and soon all the Ming people sang along. No matter the fighters or the staff, the more they sang, the more they liked it.

Although the lyrics are simple, it is this simplicity that makes it more touching.

"In my motherland, Qiao Yu wrote the lyrics and Liu Chi composed the music. The two seniors are from another world."

Mu Qingyun was open and honest, without any secrets.

She has also learned a little temperament from Teacher Jia, it's just superficial, anyway, she will definitely not be able to compose a well-known song for a while.

After several twists and turns, half a month passed.

Zhuo Yanfei finally returned to the martial arts hall with his disciples.

In October, there were fine and small snowflakes floating in Yuncheng. The sky was covered with snowflakes.

Mu Qingyun didn't stay in the martial arts hall too long, handed all kinds of gifts to Chen Yi, asked her to help share a share, and hurried to Zhang's house.

She really missed Yue Ling's body.

As soon as I arrived at the gate of Zhang's house, I couldn't help but be amazed.

I haven't seen him in half a month, but the dilapidated door and wall of Zhang's house has been renovated, flowers are planted in front of the courtyard, and roads are paved in the courtyard.

The exteriors of the two rows of houses on the east are even more neatly repaired, even the mottled stone steps in front of the door have been rebuilt, and many maids, servants and servants walk through inside and outside.

It's definitely not at home and can't be used.

When Mu Qingyun entered the door, he bumped into two maidservants who were wearing the same pink and white upper jacket and lower skirt.

The two maids glanced at Mu Qingyun, but they were quite polite, and they stepped forward to salute and said, "Today, my young master and some friends borrow precious land to hold a literary meeting. If Ms. Zhang has spare time, she can also join in the fun."

They actually recognized Mu Qingyun, with such a gentle face, Mu Qingyun would naturally be more polite than them, thanked them politely, and continued to walk towards his yard without asking the other party's background.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw Yue Ling crying on the pillow, her face was white from crying, she was twitching while crying, her whole body was like a big black cloud, it was impossible to see at all.

Yu's mother sat on the side, her brows were full of helplessness, seeing Mu Qingyun, she immediately had the backbone.

She hurriedly got up and took Mu Qingyun's hand: "Miss is considered to be back, hurry up, come and persuade Madam, what's wrong with crying like this, she is not in good health yet!"

"Hey, I'm an old woman who is on the cards, and a few words of admonition from noble people are nothing!"

Mu Qingyun's eyes turned slightly, without asking the cause and effect at all, he slapped the table suddenly, raised his voice, and said angrily: "What do you mean? What do you mean a few words from a nobleman?"

"Nowadays, the crown prince always says 'please' when speaking to the palace people. Why, Mama Yu, did you eat other people's rice, or did you take other people's gold and silver? Why should you be reprimanded by outsiders!"

Yue Ling stopped crying immediately, got up and looked at her daughter, her eyes were red.

But that's not the reason.

Mu Qingyun asked solemnly: "Did Mama Yu be rude to the noble person you mentioned first? Is that person the grandson who lives in the family?"

Mother Yu shook her head and nodded again and again.

"How dare I be rude to Mr. Sun!"

"Well, although the best result is for you, Mom, to spit on them on the spot, but it's okay, it's not too late for us to settle the score now."

Mu Qingyun said solemnly.

Mother Yu was startled.

Even Yue Ling was startled, and didn't care to cry, she sat up trembling slightly.

Mu Qingyun did what he said, and he was about to go out as soon as he grabbed Mother Yu's arm.

Yu's mother was so frightened that she grabbed the table and refused to leave. She said anxiously, "Oh, my lady, what kind of person is my old lady on the stage? How can I care about other nobles!"

"It's not good to hurt the nobleman's face, we can't afford it."

Mu Qingyun frowned: "According to mother's logic, did the other party think about taking care of the master's face when he was running wild in someone else's house? Did he ever think about whether he could afford it?"

Mother Yu smiled wryly.

Mu Qingyun sat down and let Yu's mother sit: "Tell me, what's going on."

"Not really."

Mother Yu faltered and sighed, but in the end she simply explained the matter.

This morning, Zhang Rongrong's servant girl, Yu Yu, went to the cashier's office and said she wanted to pay 20 taels of silver.

It was said that their young lady wanted to hand over a few handkerchiefs for a get-together, and wanted to buy some souvenirs for their friends.

Yu's mother just ran into her, and remembering that the family was in a bad situation, she couldn't hold back a few words of dissuasion.

Because of Yue Ling's serious illness, the family's money was always insufficient for expenses, so she was anxious, so she spoke eagerly, which did not show in her usual smooth manner.

I don't know if it was the girl who went to file a complaint, or if the nobleman happened to bump into her, the nobleman immediately stepped forward and scolded her severely.

"The nobleman said that he has never seen a servant with such a long arm like mine. If he was in his house, he would have kicked me out with a board."

Mother Yu sighed as she spoke.

Mu Qingyun nodded: "I understand."

She thought for a while and asked, "Is the one surnamed Sun still entertaining guests in the garden?"

Mama Yu nodded.

Mu Qingyun smiled: "Then, Mama Yu should go and give that one a gift."

After thinking for a while, Mu Qingyun took out a pen and paper and splashed ink, drawing a four-frame cartoon.

An old dog with a bald pattern, dressed in a gentle manner, with a decent appearance, but with eyes on the top of his forehead, broke into other people's homes, barked at the owner, and pointed fingers.

The last cartoon, of course, is that the old dog with alopecia areata was beaten to death with a club and made into dog meat hot pot.

Mu Qingyun finished the painting in twos and twos. He is an average painter, but it is very interesting to see the ugly and cute.

Anyway, it is definitely eye-catching, and anyone who passes by will stop and take a few more glances.

Before mother Yu approached, the expression on her face could not help but lose a little fear.

"okay."

After Mu Qingyun finished the painting, there was no need to frame it, "Hey, send it to someone who doesn't know what to say."

Mother Yu: "..."

After talking for a long time, Yu's mother refused to say anything, and only said a few words over and over again, why she is not worthy, she can't offend others and so on.

Mu Qingyun didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "What are you afraid of? I know that the family surnamed Sun is rich and powerful, and there is an uncle who is the magistrate, but so what, can he kill us?"

"The era when the superiors killed people for a word of disagreement has long passed."

Mu Qingyun had no choice but to not embarrass her mother at all. Regardless of the obstruction, she carried the painting and walked straight across the path to the east front yard.

A lot of flowers and trees were newly planted in the front yard, decorated with red silk and satin. Zhang Rongrong and Zhang Xiuxiu were there, and there were many men and women sitting around enjoying the snow and talking, and bursts of relaxed and joyful laughter from time to time.

Youthful, young men and women, Mu Qingyun felt that he had returned to the modern age for a moment, and could not help but sigh: "Then my painting has a somewhat corrupt atmosphere."

Mu Qingyun thought to herself, she seemed to be quite patient before, and she wasn't so bad.

She could endure Mu Siping, Sun Xiaomei, and Mu Aizhen and Mu Aibao.

Why are you not willing to bear it recently?
"With a sharp weapon in your hand, you want to kill yourself?"

Mu Qingyun walked over casually, Zhang Xiuxiu couldn't help being a little surprised when he saw her.

Zhang Rongrong's complexion changed.

Mu Qingyun walked easily to Sun Yuzhi's side.

This is the hero of the play.

She raised her head and glanced, but she recognized this person, she had seen this person once in Zhaocheng.

Mu Qingyun raised his eyebrows: "Mr. Sun."

Sun Yuzhi turned her head and saw Mu Qingyun with a little doubt on her face.

Although I met him in Zhaocheng, this Mr. Sun is busy with his affairs, so he probably doesn't remember Mu Qingyun very much.

Mu Qingyun nodded at him, and shook the painting away casually: "Thank you, thank you for taking care of my old mother, please put it away, it is very suitable for you."

Sun Yuzhi glanced at the painting, confused.

What is this?
painting?
He didn't realize that the painting was satirizing him for a while, and he didn't shy away from others at all, so he looked carefully.

Zhou Pingbo, who was standing on the side, was a careful person, and he felt wrong when he heard Mu Qingyun's voice.

Mu Qingyun sneered: "Mr. Sun, I heard that you often spend too much and don't know how to save at all. I hope you don't spend money recklessly in the future. You should distribute the money to your younger brothers and sisters."

Sun Yuzhi was furious: "What do you mean? When will others talk about my family affairs?"

"It turns out that Mr. Sun also knows this truth." Mu Qingyun shook his head, turned around and left, "A mouse has skin, but a human has no manners! Humans have no manners, so why not die?"

Sun Yuzhi: "..."

(End of this chapter)