My imagination has come true

As a killer, Mu Qingyun had a great time in school.

The classmates like her very much.

It is also the first time for Mu Qingyun to enjoy such a normal junior high school life. The teachers are all amiable, and they speak to her so gently that they seem to be able to pinch water. They all like to play with her.

She also had a rare serious enjoyment of the privilege of being a good student.

Indeed, when she was in high school, she had already been rewarded by God, and she still had excellent grades and was a proud child of heaven.

But at that time, with tasks on her back, her life was like a spinning top that couldn't stop, and high school was still different, and she was in a hurry to take the college entrance examination, so she was in a state of separation from the class at all, not a normal student at all.

When I was in junior high school, I was inconspicuous at first, but later I was more concerned with caring for the elderly who were seriously ill, so I didn't even go to school.

Mu Qingyun didn't remember a few of her junior high school classmates.

Now it seems to be going through a cycle.

Time flies, in the blink of an eye, Mu Qingyun lived in this era for a whole month.

In a blink of an eye, the day of hero sacrifice came.

The hero sacrifice of this era is far less formal than later generations. There are no lengthy TV reports, no blockbuster movies, no various stages organized by school students, and no charity activities and live broadcasts by entertainment stars.

The activities organized by each school are different, but in terms of solemnity and rigor, they have never been reduced.

As soon as October entered, the school began to make preparations. When Mu Qingyun arrived at the school early in the morning, he found that the whole school had been completely redecorated, and promotional banners were hung everywhere.

"Ah Qing, are you ready to spend it? It will be used in two days."

It is a tradition in Xiong County that students prepare chrysanthemums and plum blossoms at this time, and they must be snow-white without a trace of dirt.

The small shop opposite the school sells them, made of white silk cloth, and the price is also expensive, one flower costs two yuan.

Many students were reluctant to buy it, so they folded it with white paper.

Many students in the class have excellent flower folding skills, Mu Qingyun has never folded flowers, but she is dexterous, and Cai Pan learned it well after folding it once.

October [-]
Sunny, cloudless.

Small baskets were made out of folded willows, white plums were inserted in them, and chrysanthemums were worn on the chest. No matter men, women, old or young, they all put on brand-new clothes that they seldom wear, and rushed to the direction of the memorial tower in groups.

All of a sudden.

Mu Qingyun followed the student team of No. [-] Middle School, singing loudly along the way, and the resounding slogans echoed in the air.

She felt a little fresh for a while. These activities were mostly absent in her time. At that time, it was a holiday, and the students had no choice but to participate in some activities organized by the school.

Most adults don’t have this awareness. When they have free time to play with mobile phones, surf the Internet, and catch up with TV dramas that they usually don’t have time to catch up with, there are so many entertainment activities, who would like to waste their good time on it.

I followed my classmates and walked slowly around the majestic memorial tower in the ancient simplicity. I saw those benevolent and righteous people who sacrificed their heads and blood for the national fortune of the Ming Dynasty in the catastrophe decades ago, and finally ended the disaster completely. They, Mu Qingyun couldn't help but turned out the notebook, and drew a picture casually.

In later generations, many of the small memorial towers in these county towns were merged with the big cities, and some of them were renovated, with more exquisite decoration and more beautiful repairs. It is getting weaker and weaker, and if I want to see you again, I can only go to my dream.

Mu Qingyun felt a little regretful at this time, his paintings were far from good enough.

She has never studied painting seriously, and Teacher Jia taught her, mostly teaching appreciation, and occasionally because she likes it, she just practiced a few pictures.

Mu Qingyun felt that his painting was not good, it was because later generations of students fell in love with interest classes, as if everyone could draw a good painting, painting is not very unusual.

Now, with just a few strokes, she sketched out a scene of a memorial tower with thousands of people traveling together, and the eyes of the students on the left and right would pop out.

Cai Pandi hurriedly helped to block it, preventing others from reaching out and touching it, with a full face of envy: "Ah Qing, your paintings are so beautiful, and Yun Lili from Class [-] is not as good at drawing as you."

Yun Lili's family and Cai Pandi's family came from the same village and were old neighbors. However, Yun Lili's father is the village party secretary, and the family conditions are better than Cai Pandi's. The two often played together when they were young, and Cai Pandi was very special. I envy Yun Lili who doesn't have to do anything at home, but only studies hard. Her father even sent her to learn painting. Cai Pandi never even dared to dream about it.

Mu Qingyun smiled, folded the painting and put it in the bag he carried with him, and with a few strokes, he outlined a picture of Cai Pandi.

Cai Pandi in the painting is four or five years older, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes. He is wearing a red plaid dress that is popular in pictorials recently, and a pair of black leather boots. He looks energetic and capable.

Cai Pan stared blankly.

Mu Qingyun handed it over and smiled, "This is Xiao Cai in a few years."

Cai Pandi couldn't help looking at it over and over again for a long while, blushing, and said in a low voice, "How can I be so good-looking."

Her skin is not so white, and her hair is trimmed by herself, which matches her ears, but it is not neatly cut, and her teeth are not so white, let alone such a bright smile.

However, she is so pretty, people can't help but yearn for her after seeing her.

Mu Qingyun felt that in such a place, Xiao Cai should be told that her future will be bright.

After the students offered flowers, they dispersed to wander around. Mu Qingyun also led Cai Pandi, walking slowly on the path shaded by the jungle.

The trails are all paved with cobblestones, which are beautifully paved. There are steles in front of each section of the road, and the process of road construction is engraved on it.Write down who built the road in which year.

Every section of the road was paved bit by bit by the people of Xiong County who personally ground the stones.

Every stone on the memorial tower was picked and transported by villagers pushing carts and walking for hundreds of miles on Xiaoqingshan, the highest in Xiong County.

Although the entire building is not professionally designed, the sincerity in it can be seen with the naked eye. Even if there is an earthquake of magnitude [-], there will be no problems here.

As Mu Qingyun walked, he fell into memories for a moment.

The first time she saw death was in the eastern outskirts of Yuncheng. At that time, what they hit was a kind of monster that sprayed venom indiscriminately and was stained with dead plants. It's flawless.

That was a disciple of Jiangnan Huijianmen, who was poisoned in order to save his senior brother.

At the beginning, the kid looked very energetic, and explained everything behind him in an orderly manner. Finally, he smiled and said that he wanted to have one last bite of the meat buns made by his senior. (end of this chapter)