My imagination has come true

Mu Qingyun deliberately made the words very round, making people feel happy when they read them.

She signed a message for each reader, and her handwriting was basically a little different.

Mu Qingyun returned the book to the child with both hands and said with a smile: "Although what I wrote is a story based on the real historical process, it is a novel after all. You are in a critical period of learning. Don't be affected by reading these idle books. study."

"no, I can not."

The little girl was startled and said loudly, "I want to do what Xia Mian said, study hard at the age of study, and become a person who can look back on the past 20 years later and be worthy of my youth."

Mu Qingyun smiled: "Good girl."

There was a blush on the little girl's cheeks, and her heart seemed to be blooming. She hurried out of the team, not to delay Teacher Mu for longer, but she still couldn't bear to leave. She stood at the door of the bookstore with her friends and watched from a distance. Mu Qingyun only felt his heart trembling.

She will be in the third grade of junior high school this year, and will take the high school entrance examination next year, but she is very stupid. Because she is a little fat, she always feels that she is laughed at in school. For a while, she was even a little afraid of going to school.

But since she read "Red Sleeves" and saw Xia Mian alone in such a terrible place, looking around, no one could understand her, but she still refused to give up, desperately seizing every opportunity to learn, struggling hard not to give up At that time, she was assimilated into a beautiful vase locked in a boudoir, and she suddenly gained a little courage.

She didn't dare to say these words to others, for fear that they would laugh at her for being pretentious and actually knowing the words in a novel, but she knew it herself. She had read it over and over again countless times, and she had really read it in her heart. , brought her great courage.

Mu Qingyun saw the little girl hiding at the door and secretly looking at her, and smiled at her. Seeing that her neck was so red, she couldn't help but feel very happy. Sure enough, when she saw the cute girl, she even signed so many names. , and I don’t feel tired.

The signings continued for another half an hour. Countless readers reluctantly left, and many more readers arrived after hearing the news.

Mu Qingyun took another book and heard the reader in front of him say: "Little Teacher Mu, this is for you!"

Next to him, Lu Dagang hurriedly stepped forward in three steps, trying to block him. This reader looked to be in his 40s or [-]s, with a simple and honest appearance. He was holding a small ornament filled with green plants in his hand.

The ornaments are very exquisitely made. It is like the small courtyard in Mu Qingyun's Xia Mian dream. There are three or five huts, red apricot branches, black and white civet cats, and a small yellow dog. There is also a big pond. The cute little tortoise, in such a small yard, watching flowers in summer and snow in winter is her biggest desire in life.

The things are well made, but Lu Dagang has to ensure that readers can't give them to everyone. Mu Qingyun can't hold so many gifts with his hands.

As an editor, Lu Dagang could still help his own authors with this matter. As soon as he stretched out his hand, Mu Qingyun was faster than him and quickly took the green plant and said with a smile: "It's very beautiful, I like it very much. "

The reader immediately had emotions on his face, and his whole body was trembling with excitement.

Lu Dagang: "..."

Mu Qingyun ignored the editor's slander, took the book, and asked the readers very gently and kindly: "The sun is so hot today, I think your husband is quite cold. Is he suffering from some illness? Don't bear it, we There is a doctor here, do you need to see me?"

The reader looked at Mu Qingyun's smiling face and felt dizzy: "No, no, I drove here. There is air conditioning in the car."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes flickered slightly and his eyelids drooped.

Mu Qingyun quickly glanced outside through the window, then glanced at the reader, suddenly stretched out his hand to hold his shoulders, lifted the whole thing and stuffed it into a trash can nearby, and got stuck in the corner again.

Lu Dagang's expression changed with horror.

A group of readers around were dumbfounded.

The staff members sent by the Historical Research Society looked at each other, and countless bad images of "destroying corpses and eradicating traces" flashed through Lu Dagang's mind.Mu Qingyun said sternly: "Call the patrol to come over and keep an eye on him." After saying that, he took out the car key from the man's jacket pocket and turned around to go out.

Lu Dagang: "..."

The editorial staff didn't react at all, but several readers picked up the stools at hand and blocked the man who was struggling to jump out of the trash can.

A few readers hurriedly called for inspection.

The person in the trash can came to his senses at this time, and suddenly struggled out, but his face suddenly changed. He felt severe pain in his waist and legs, and half of his body had completely lost strength. He was sweating in pain all over his body, and he was gulping loudly. Breathing heavily.

Mu Qingyun had already taken three steps and two steps at a time, rushed to the parking lot outside the bookstore, opened the car door directly, and lifted up the red cloth hanging on a box inside.

"what!"

At this time, many readers were following Mu Qingyun, looking through the car door, and they all lost their countenance.

Under the red hijab is a huge glass jar, and there is actually a person sitting in it. He is wearing a very complicated skirt that is only worn by dolls. He wears a hair crown, his eyes are closed tightly, his face is like gold paper, and his breath is dying.

This glass jar is airtight and tightly sealed. I don’t know how it was welded together, but during the welding process, if there was a living person inside, he would probably be frightened to death just by being frightened.

A patrolman behind him heard the noise and chased after him. When he saw this scene, he was shocked: "This glass is very strong!"

A group of patrolmen hurriedly went to get equipment, crowbars, and hammers. They swarmed up and smashed all kinds of things with bangs and bangs. But as it seemed at the beginning, the strength of the glass was very high. The group was so tired that they were sweating. The entire glass box But there weren't even any cracks.

Time passed by, and the people in the glass box showed no signs of exhaling.

Several patrol officers felt their hearts sinking. They had handled countless cases and seen countless victims, but when they arrived like this, they could only watch the victims die in front of them. The pain was magnified countless times. .

Mu Qingyun's expression gradually became grim. He stared at the glass box, checking it bit by bit, and suddenly said loudly: "Stop smashing it, give me a pen."

These readers all came to her to sign autographs. Everyone brought pens, and seven or eight were handed over in an instant. Mu Qingyun took them, compared them for a long time, and drew a circle on the side of the glass box.

"Smash it here!"

At this time, everyone was confused and couldn't care less whether Mu Qingyun was young or not. If someone spoke up, everyone would have a backbone.

Everyone tried their best to hit the circle.

After smashing it for more than a dozen times, several inspectors' eyes lit up: "Yes, hurry up, smash it quickly!"

At this time, thin spider web-like cracks extended outward from the circle.

Mu Qingyun squinted his eyes and looked at it carefully, exhaled, simply pulled open his coat, wrapped his fist, took the inspection hammer in his hand, became angry, swung it up suddenly, and smashed it down hard.

Crash, the glass shattered, and the girl inside fell out immediately. (End of chapter)