MTL - Take It Easy-Chapter 7 Unfamiliar

I am a person, sometimes it is easy to soften my heart.

Today's shooting is divided into three parts: teacher's office, student activities and teaching classroom.

At the end of the teaching class, the grade director arranged for Mu Qinglin and the others to take a physics class in the key class to collect materials.

When a few people arrived, the teacher happened to be talking about the last big question of physics in the college entrance examination in previous years.

It is said to be the most difficult one in recent years.

Mu Qinglin and the teacher explained their shooting focus, and repeatedly emphasized that he would not focus too much on his writing on the blackboard, so that he should not be nervous. But when he touched the camera, the teacher still couldn't control his tongue.

Mu Qinglin asked Xiao Liu to try a few close-up close-ups, but the results were not satisfactory, so he could only discuss with Xiao Liu to move to the back door, take a few panoramic views of the classroom, and then adjust the side accordingly, which will not have much impact.

"This teacher's lectures are too boring, without any enthusiasm." Zhou Yi suddenly whispered next to him.

Mu Qinglin turned her head and found that she had squeezed beside him at some point.

In order to see the blackboard, most of her body is close to her, and the whole body has shown a tendency to fall inward. If she is pressed down, she will not be seen at all, and she is not afraid that she will not be able to hide for a while, so she will have to rush to the back of the classroom. Eye-catching dog gnaws mud.

"Do you understand me?" Mu Qinglin raised her shoulders and whispered.

Zhou Yi raised his head with a numb expression, "Can't you watch the excitement if you don't understand?"

"Yes, you can continue." Mu Qinglin made a gesture of invitation, glanced down at the end of his eyes, and saw a string of black patterns on Zhou Yi's neck.

Her movements were faster than her consciousness, she flicked it with her finger, and asked, "Tattoo sticker again?"

Zhou Yi gave her a jolt, slapped her away hard, and said in a low voice, "Why are your hands so short?!"

"I don't owe you anything." Mu Qinglin counterattacked calmly. Seeing that Zhou Yi was going to explode, she quickly put her finger to her mouth and gave her a "shh", and said, "It's recording a video."

Zhou Yi is arrogant but reasonable, disdain to compete with some old and unscrupulous people, she carefully zipped up the zipper, then wrapped the clothes tightly, and pressed to Mu Qinglin's side again.

"..." Mu Qinglin was a little idle, turned her head to Zhou Yi's side, and asked her in a low voice, "Why do you like tattoo stickers so much?"

Zhou Yi squeezed out a "hum" from his nostrils, with a very cold attitude, "Stop guessing, I'm obviously bending for my life."

Mu Qinglin, "What kind of waist did you bend?"

Zhou Yi was silent for a few seconds, his voice was lower than before, "There are many gangsters in Hongmen Alley, and good people are not welcome."

This is true.

Just two months ago, someone died in Hongmen Lane.

He was a young boy in his twenties who secretly sold things that he shouldn't have sold in order to make a living, and benefited some people. He was stabbed to death under the Dahongmen in broad daylight.

He only needs to run one more step forward to find the spacious street.

Without that step, one would have to accept the "sanctions" of those unwritten rules in Hongmen Lane.

Life in Hongmen Alley is free and easy, but you must be careful.

Zhou Yi's tattoo stickers are probably just a kind of protection, to make people think that she is not a good person and not so easy to bully.

This is the "scheming" of a little girl.

She is not yet 19 years old.

…

"Your phone..." Zhou Yi reminded Mu Qinglin that the phone was vibrating, and stepped aside to make way for her.

Mu Qinglin regained consciousness, explained to Xiao Liu in a low voice, and went to the stairs to answer the phone.

It was a work call from the desk, and Mu Qinglin answered it for three or four minutes. When she came back, Zhou Yi had already taken her place, leaning against the back door with her pockets in her hands, her black and white eyes stared motionlessly in the direction of the podium.

As she got closer, she could see the calm light in her eyes, which was the ease that only comes when she is familiar enough with a thing. Instead of being at a loss and bored in the face of such a boring and complicated physics problem.

Zhou Yi really never went to school?

This question appeared in Mu Qinglin's mind without any hesitation.

But it was only enough for her to ask, and she didn't have a chance to think about the answer. She heard the get out of class bell ringing hurriedly, and the silent corridor suddenly became very lively.

Zhou Yi straightened up and walked out like a student who had sat for the whole class and was in urgent need of exercise.

Turning around and meeting Mu Qinglin's probing eyes, Zhou Yi subconsciously frowned.

Sensing his own reaction, he raised his chin at Mu Qinglin and said awkwardly, "Tsk, as expected of a 27-year-old man, he doesn't fit in with the youthful atmosphere here."

Mu Qinglin didn't fight back, and walked forward a few steps steadily, never leaving Zhou Yi's eyes.

The creases between Zhou Yi's eyebrows deepened.

When Mu Qinglin pinched the brim of her hat and pulled it down hard, it reached the extreme when it covered her entire face.

"There's something wrong, right?!" Zhou Yi gritted his teeth, and Mu Qinglin easily caught the raised wrist.

She bent down, approached Zhou Yi, and whispered in a whisper that would not be picked up by the camera: "It's not over yet, why are you shouting? Also, the memory is eaten by dogs? You said you are not allowed to stab me today."

"Sister Mu, look, uh, is it convenient for you now?" Xiao Liu scratched his head and asked.

Mu Qinglin let go of Zhou Yi's wrist and walked over, saying, "Fixed?"

Xiao Liu, "Well, let's see the effect."

good.

The teacher was still nervous at the beginning, but it was natural that he couldn't see the camera later, and it worked when he went back.

"You pack your things, I'll go talk to the teacher." Mu Qinglin said.

Xiao Liu, "Oh, good."

"Are you still watching the fun?" Mu Qinglin tilted his head and asked Zhou Yi, "Your eyes were straight just now."

"I was so sleepy." Zhou Yi twisted his hat left and right, put it on, and turned to leave.

Mu Qinglin stood still, quietly watching Zhou Yi's back as he walked through the busy corridor with his head down.

Afterwards, Mu Qinglin went to thank the grade director again.

Several people left the high school stepping on the tail of the setting sun.

Because they were on the same road, as soon as Xiao Liu invited them, Zhou Yi unceremoniously got into their car back to Provincial Taiwan.

It was Mu Qinglin's personal car.

As soon as Zhou Yi went up, he turned on the mouth-to-mouth mode, "People who are so poor that they want to drink Northwest Wind can afford such a good car. This is the coffin board for several lifetimes."

Sitting in the back, Xiao Liu giggled, "Sister Mu used to have a high salary."

"Really?" Zhou Yi twisted half of his body from the co-pilot, and asked humbly, "Why is it so messed up now?"

Xiao Liu, "It's okay now. The salary of our group is a bit low, but writing manuscripts makes money, especially if the manuscripts are adopted by external media. In addition to the extra remuneration, there are also bonuses. Sister Mu earns a lot of money every month." The manuscript fee is the bottom line, and you can’t drink the Northwest Wind.”

"If you drink it, you can still see it?" Mu Qinglin came up from the other side, and said to Zhou Yi, who was twisted like a twist: "Seat belt..."

Zhou Yi glanced at her, sat back and put on his seat belt.

It takes 20 minutes to drive back to Provincial Taiwan from the attached middle school.

Mu Qinglin kept calling on the phone all the way, and didn't give Zhou Yi any room to play. She didn't have a chance to find two steel coins from her pocket and handed them out until she got off the car, and said generously: "Thank you for today, this is your reward." of."

"Ah..." Mu Qinglin nodded, raised her hand to take it, turned suddenly when her fingertips were about to touch, raised it all the way above her eyes under Zhou Yi's bewildered gaze, bent her fingers, and knocked "bang" on her forehead .

"...?!"

"Northwest wind, God is enough, I can't spend so much money, I will reward you for your wonderful performance today."

—

"Where's Xiaojiu?" Yang Ling came back from get off work and ran to ask Tang Yuanzhou, not seeing Zhou Yi who was always nestled by the heater.

Tang Yuanzhou pointed upstairs, "In my own room. I don't know what kind of stimulation I received outside. When I came back, I went in and out five or six times, threw away all the garbage in the store, and then went out with cat food and dog food to feed it. After waiting for a long time, I ran back with tears in my eyes and shouted at me that the weather was too cold. Is this something I can control? You even put on a face when you said it."

Yang Ling couldn't help laughing, "Okay, how old are you, how old is she, please don't say a few words in the future. I'll go up and have a look."

"Hey..." Tang Yuanzhou quickly grabbed Yang Ling's arm and said, "Tell her, I'll make braised short ribs tonight."

Yang Ling, "I know, I know. Every time I yell at her, I feel happy, but I regret it once I get over it, why bother?"

Yang Ling went upstairs nagging.

Zhou Yi, who was spread evenly under the quilt, lifted the quilt and sat up immediately when she heard "Braised Short Ribs", with stars shining in her eyes, "Make a big portion!"

Yang Ling sat by the bed, couldn't straighten her back with laughter, "Did you never eat ribs in your last life?"

Zhou Yi sighed, "I haven't eaten a few times in my life."

"Is it that delicious?"

"It's not a question of whether it tastes good or not..." Zhou Yi crossed his legs and straightened his waist, "One must have some spiritual support to live. In my world, there is nothing that cannot be solved by a meal of braised short ribs. If there is..." Zhou Yi stretched out his hand and made a standard "yeah", "That's two meals."

"Okay, okay, you're right." Yang Ling asked Zhou Yi, clutching her sore stomach, "What's wrong with you this afternoon? Are you unhappy?"

Zhou Yi clenched the "yeah" in his hand, with a cool expression on his face, "I was beaten."

Yang Ling's expression darkened, and she asked in a deep voice, "Who?"

Zhou Yi suddenly choked up.

Yang Ling is a native of Hongmen Lane. Before she became a kindergarten teacher, she knew how to pick things up, and she was good at handling things. If she set her sights on someone, that person would lose her arms and lose her skin.

Mu Qinglin...

She didn't hit her that hard, and, just, after the beating, she spread her palm and rubbed it for her—

The five fingers pressed the hat open and pressed the bangs, the palm was very soft, and it was really warm for a few seconds when it was pressed against her forehead.

Forget it, don't care about it.

"No one..." Zhou Yi came down numbly, pulled on his shoes, and said while kicking up on his toes, "I'll go to the kitchen to oversee the work."

Yang Ling did not chase.

When the sound of going downstairs disappeared, she took out her mobile phone and turned on the surveillance playback at the store entrance.

If it's still the Zhouyigou people, she absolutely can't just let it go.

—

"How do you make pork ribs without soy sauce?" Zhou Yi said angrily, "Can you have a little plan!"

Tang Yuanzhou shook the spoon quickly, yelling harder than her, "You have the time to shout, why don't you buy a bottle?! If you rub it any longer, the pot will burn!"

Zhou Yi, "Oh..." turned around and left the kitchen.

The grain and oil store is near the west end, Zhou Yi put his head down and walked like flying in order to keep his appetite.

Halfway through, I always felt that someone was blocking the way and my speed was suppressed.

Being held in front of him again, Zhou Yi raised his head impatiently.

Why are there so many people?

There are three floors inside and three floors outside, enclosing a narrow section of the road.

Zhou Yi stepped up to see the situation.

In the innermost part, there were two men in police uniforms detaining people, and several media outlets nearby were shooting with cameras.

People from the Provincial TV station were also there, so coincidentally, the interviewer was Mu Qinglin, who was speaking into the camera with the provincial TV station's microphone in her hand.

"What's the situation?" Zhou Yi pulled someone aside and asked.

The man was so excited that he stammered, "Wang, **** and his group of little brothers have been arrested! It's like a Christmas egg, and they are too big!"

It's Christmas the day after tomorrow, and I haven't passed it yet, so what kind of eggs are there?

Zhou Yi stretched his neck and looked in.

Bastard?

who?

"!" That big brother, Skinny Monkey! Seeing the protagonist's face, Zhou Yi suddenly realized.

She said who would give herself such a stylish name! deserve it! If you don't go in and squat for three to five years, I'm really sorry that the Hongmen people put down their work and came to watch!

But... these people have been in and out of the police station several times throughout the year, and no TV station has come to interview them. Why are they suddenly being targeted today?

"Ms. Mu took pictures this time, released the old case files in her hand, and broadcast the evening news in conjunction with the "urban rule of law construction" initiative. The police just wanted to turn a blind eye and close their eyes, just like before. Even if it is released, it cannot withstand the pressure of public opinion. "

Someone is talking behind you.

The voice was not high, Zhou Yi had to have sharp ears to get a rough idea of ​​it.

Miss Mu? Which Miss Mu?

that?

Zhou Yi glanced at Mu Qinglin who was still reporting, and quietly pricked up his ears.

"Have these people offended Sister Mu? Being targeted by her, even their underwear can be stripped clean."

"Who knows?" The speaker changed, "I asked her in the morning, and she replied "respect the old and love the young", and I haven't figured out what it means until now. "

"Could it be that friends here have been bullied?"

"Impossible, she just comes here to drink occasionally, who can she know?"

know me.

Zhou Yi turned over the steel coin in his hand, and this answer appeared in his mind.

As soon as a sharp point emerged, she pinched it off.

There's nothing wrong with it, the two of them obviously don't look like friends in any way, look at how they use words and sentences...

Ok?

Why did Mu Qinglin speak so down-to-earth today? She could understand every word, but she was not as comfortable as before when she listened carefully.

Now is the time to care about how she uses words.

Zhou Yi shook his head, determined not to think that the **** had anything to do with him, and ran to the grain and oil store without stopping.

"Uncle Ge! A bag of soy sauce!" Zhou Yi slapped the steel on the counter and shouted loudly.

Uncle Ge responded, and came out from behind the shelf with soy sauce, "It's only two yuan, I won't charge you."

"It's too late for you to say, the steel coin has already been put there." Zhou Yi took the bag and left.

Ten seconds later, the curtain of the grain and oil store was lifted again.

Zhou Yi ran in like a gust of wind, swept away the confiscated steel coins on the table, said "Tang Yuanzhou for the money!" and disappeared again.

The speed was so fast that Uncle Ge didn't even see her face clearly, when she heard her muttering angrily, "What's wrong with tipping, if you have to tip money, you can't even spend it!"

—

When Zhou Yi walked back, the melon-eating crowd had almost dispersed, only the owners of a few nearby shops and the media were still there.

The provincial station is not in a good position, so stay aside, but for some reason, Zhou Yi can accurately capture Mu Qinglin's figure with a glance.

In the same interview, the others seemed to be at a loss if they missed a shot. As for her, she was calm and composed, with a correct expression and no fighting spirit.

Sure enough, he should be fired.

Halfway through Zhou Yi's melancholy exhalation, Mu Qinglin suddenly looked at her, and their gazes collided in the air.

Hit it, hit it, what are you afraid of, it's like someone has done something wrong.

So, Zhou Yi bowed his head to avoid it, and quickened his pace.

"Zhou Yi..." Mu Qinglin didn't give her a chance to treat each other as strangers, and asked with a smile, "There is money on the ground, why are you looking for it so seriously?"

Zhou Yi sighed and raised his head, "Yes, it's still silver."

"Where? Point it out to me, and let me take the opportunity to make a fortune."

Zhou Yi spread her hands, and in her palm lay the two steel coins that she had robbed.

"Wake up, this is all, I have already blocked your way to get rich." Zhou Yi said.

Mu Qinglin, "It's really cruel..."

"Are you right? It's not suspicious if you're courteous for no reason?"

"Okay, okay." Afraid of Zhou Yi's mouth, Mu Qinglin took a step towards her and grabbed the wrist she used to hang the soy sauce bag.

"Why?" Zhou Yi was taken aback.

Mu Qinglin squeezed it loosely, and said, "I've always wanted to ask, are you cold with your sleeves rolled up all the time?"

Zhou Yi froze and didn't move.

Mu Qinglin's hand was too warm, it was the kind of warmth that was strong but not too rigid, and when he grabbed it, he could make a full circle and still have room to spare.

That is, a little damp.

Would an experienced reporter like her still be nervous?

Zhou Yi was suspicious.

"Stupid?" Mu Qinglin asked with a smile.

Zhou Yi came back to his senses suddenly, and said in that tone of killing people but not paying for his life, "I'm willing, so it's up to you."

"It doesn't matter..." But he didn't let go, and pulled Zhou Yi's hand in front of him, then opened his sleeve, took off a wristband from his wrist, put it on her hand, and said, "Hurry up!" When I went back, my hands were frozen blue."

Zhou Yi's soul is leaving his body.

What's the situation now?

Combining theory with practice, she just said that being courteous for nothing is suspicious, but Mu Qinglin proved it to her with practical actions?

But she couldn't see the suspicious direction!

"What are you doing?" Zhou Yi was suspicious.

Mu Qinglin, "Bribe, we are all neighbors, and we will come and go frequently in the future. You accepted my gift today, and you will be more polite to me in the future."

"??" Is she going to accept it? It is clearly a strong buy and strong sell!

Zhou Yi lowered her head and stared at the extra thing on her wrist for a long time. In the end, the warm emotion overcame the cold reason. She put her hand back into her pocket and said in a low voice, "Okay, I'm easy to talk." Take the two coins and leave.

Fu Xiao watched the whole process and asked curiously, "Who is it?"

Before Mu Qing came back, she took the bag that Fu Xiaobang was carrying, and answered irrelevantly, "I'm not familiar..."

Fu Xiao, "I'm not familiar with you, did you give someone a wristband?"

In the afternoon, there are activities in the stage. Each person sends out five rings, and takes away what is in the ring.

Among the prizes, the most valuable thing is the mobile phone. Fu Xiao said that she couldn't get Mu Qinglin to let her go, and she spent all five on wristbands.

At that time, she only felt that the friendship was cold, but now the more she saw it, the more something was wrong.

"What's the situation, tell me." Fu Xiao didn't give up.

Mu Qinglin was helpless, "What could happen?"

There is nothing she wants in the prize, and the opportunity is not easy to waste, so it's better to get a closer one to increase the success rate, and it happens that the closest one is the wrist guard.

And if she wanted to wear a watch, it would be useless to take the extra wristband, so she might as well take a step back and let Tiantian cry out for the cold, and show Tiantian's intention to hang around outside with her amputated wrist.

Is this logic okay?

There is only one problem.

"For me, sometimes my heart is easy to soften." Mu Qinglin said slowly.