My imagination has come true

In a blink of an eye, autumn turns to winter.

It got cold early this year. As soon as December arrived, it snowed heavily in the Imperial Capital, and the wind blew incredibly fiercely.

When Mu Qingyun left her teacher's house, the teacher forced her to wrap herself up into a big fur ball, wearing a large dark green cotton-padded jacket that her teacher had chosen for her.

When he went out, the senior brother was wearing a big, gray cotton-padded jacket.

Senior sister wears a large red and green cotton-padded jacket.

The three of them looked at each other: "Pfft!"

Suddenly I felt mentally balanced.

The senior sister sighed: "Tell me, our teacher wears ripped jeans and leather jackets every day. It's so fashionable. Why does the aesthetic look like this?"

Mu Qingyun also sighed: "Because our teachers are frugal."

"Ok?"

"He can't bear to buy new clothes himself, so he always picks up Brother Sun's clothes and wears them."

Mu Qingyun thought of her brother Sun's expression, which was funny, "Brother Sun came to urge me to write my manuscript two days ago, and he complained to me, saying that his father thought his jeans were broken, so he picked them up and put them on himself, and told him not to wear them anymore. So save money, don’t wear damaged clothes, you have already worked, so dress up decently.”

"Brother Sun thought about it a lot, but he didn't dare to talk to his father and tell him that he made a few holes in his clothes on purpose. They look good!"

Everyone: "..."

Teacher Guo, who is eight years older than their teacher next door, can play arcade games better than a child. His hair is dyed platinum blonde. He is young and handsome, but their teacher's aesthetic is just a colorful cotton-padded jacket.

"Ugh!"

The senior brother drove at a fast speed all the way to the Tallinn Square of the Heroes Memorial. From a distance, he saw the Inspection Department and the Forbidden Army standing in a long line of sentries, and he immediately suppressed the slightly teasing expression on his face.

Mu Qingyun's senior brother and senior sister are both volunteers selected by Yanzhou University. The annual New Year's celebration is very grand, with countless heavyweights at home and abroad attending. The two of them have to appear on such an occasion. If they make any mistakes, the teacher can peel off their skin.

"Junior sister is standing very close to the front."

The two people smoothly led the guests and representatives from all walks of life to the designated positions. When they turned around, the more than ten representatives and junior sisters sitting in the first row were extremely conspicuous.

Everyone has gray hair, except the junior sister, who is full of youth and sits in the center. Everyone who enters the venue must take a look at her.

The photographers even adjusted their lenses from time to time.

The meeting proceeds at a leisurely pace.

The atmosphere is serious and lively.

Finally, the national anthem of the Ming Dynasty, "March of Destiny", was played in the audience, and the big screen began to play various major events that had happened in the Ming Dynasty over the past hundreds of years.

The three righteous soldiers led three thousand soldiers to fight against the dragons in Baizhu Mountain.

The prince beheaded the sky.

Countless familiar events, and in the end, the Baiyun Sect disciples gathered together and sacrificed their lives.

A flesh-and-blood family letter and suicide note, a series of true stories, and a piece of relic that can be regarded as a cultural relic appeared on the big screen. In an instant, the audience burst into applause.

As students of Yanzhou University, their senior brothers and sisters are no strangers to such scenes, but at this highest-level award ceremony in the entire Ming Dynasty, they saw that their junior sister was very late to receive the medal on behalf of the Baiyun Sect. I was still indescribably moved when I received the medal in [-].

Mu Qingyun pinned the medal on the most common hook of Baiyun Sect, thinking that it was worn by senior brother Xiaolou himself.Senior brother Xiaolou actually doesn't usually wear clothes, and he is not particular about what he wears. This senior brother left countless gold and silver jewelry and all kinds of beautiful clothes for Mu Qingyun. He is very good at aesthetics, and all he sent are good things. , but he himself has nothing to offer.

In his life, he has only been a little particular about food, but this particularity is probably just because he likes the fireworks when he and his junior sister sit at the same table to eat.

As for what he wears, his old coarse cloth training clothes can last him 20 years.

But since it comes with a medal, the dress looks better.

Senior brother Xiaolou said nothing, but like his senior brother Zhang Delin, he grew up listening to his master Lou Wanfeng's words.

Lou Wanfeng's greatest wish was to revive Baiyun Gate.

In the end, after making countless mistakes, Lou Wanfeng finally accepted the reality and knew that Baiyun Sect had become a trace in the pile of old memories and could no longer lead the world as it did back then.

Nowadays, there is no more Jianghu.

"Now, does this count as the revival of Baiyun Sect?"

On TV, countless people are interpreting the story of Baiyun Gate.

Most of the men, women, old and children in the entire Ming Dynasty knew the three words Baiyun Gate.

It's a pity that Senior Brother Xiaolou didn't see this scene in the end.

But Senior Brother Xiaolou has always been free and easy, so it would be best if he could see it, but even if he couldn't see it, he probably wouldn't care too much.

The entire celebration lasted for three full days. Mu Qingyun also watched a large-scale stage play - "Baiyun Gate" in the auditorium. When he left the venue, he felt that the world was far away.

Mu Qingyun opened the script.

The script is 90.00% completed.

Although the male protagonist Wang Mingyuan and the female protagonist Jiang Minhua have now parted ways, they have become strangers.

But they did fall in love, and Wang Mingyuan did everything he could, should, couldn't and shouldn't do for his beloved girl over the years.

Mu Qingyun thought, this is probably what love-themed scripts are like. As long as there is love, the story will be true. As for how the love is wasted in the useless life afterwards, the audience of the script does not care.

After leaving the square, Mu Qingyun didn't go back to school. He went straight to the train station and went back to Baiyun Gate. This year, he spent time in Baiyun Gate, surrounded by snow-capped mountains, sea of ​​clouds, ice and snow, and beautiful rime.

Mu Qingyun also received a call from Jiang Si, saying that Jiang Minhua was admitted to university. Like her brother, he went to the local normal university in Canghai and studied history.

Jiang Si looked very happy.

Mu Qingyun remembered that the kid Jiang Guotai had been asking her to borrow his high school study notes, and asked guiltily if he could give them to his sister.

Of course she agreed, there was really no need to be stingy with this little thing.

However, she thought that instead of looking at her notes, it would be better to run to a print shop near Canghai No. [-] Middle School and borrow the school's general version of review materials.

She also put a lot of effort into editing the information, which must be much easier to use than her random notes that day.

During Jiang Minhua's sophomore year, the Wang family's father died of illness, and the Wang family's fortune plummeted. Of course, a skinny camel was bigger than a horse, so they were still better off than ordinary people.

Wang Mingyuan moved to Canghai to settle down, and seriously found a job in a securities company, and appeared in front of Jiang Minhua again.

Mu Qingyun was nervously trying to finish his master's thesis and continue his studies before the plot was completely over, and he really didn't have the energy to care about the future of these two people.