Chapter 4

"Well, the dandelion article is good. It's really true. I heard a friend in the countryside nag a few days ago. What do you think, President Duan?"

A man in his forties, with a goatee and a pointed beard, said and respectfully handed the manuscript sent by the author to Xu Dong.

Duan Dong crossed his legs with bright eyes, but stared out of the window.

If Zhang Zicheng doesn't come today, it's better. The champion will be decided according to his preference.

Duan chunlie and Zhang Zicheng are deputy and principal directors of time Baixing respectively.

Time Baixing was founded by the two of them during the summer vacation of senior one. It has become more and more popular. Up to now, it has lasted eight years and has become the most influential magazine in Huainan.

Time is a collection of real stories.

The annual theme creative competition is held every June.

This year's theme is human nature, the first prize, with a bonus of 30000 yuan. The others are excellent awards. Choose 100, but each one is only a hard award of 100 yuan.

This unique reward method with great reward gap makes many people strive for perfection in words. They even consider every symbol in the article and desperately want to take dandelion, the author of bride price redemption. Her real name Dai Yingzhi seems to feel that someone is talking about her and sneezing heavily.

"Yingzhi, I think your draft can be. It is estimated that someone is discussing you."

"With your kind words, I hope so. If you really win, I'll buy you a suit for looking for a job."

If you can get 30000 yuan, take your father to rehabilitation immediately!

Life is really impermanent. When she submitted this article, her father was still fine. Two days ago, she said she was paralyzed. It was her father's workmates who helped her father return to Huainan from Yunnan.

Duan chunlie was watching "he's gone" and was fascinated.

"He's gone" -- sunflowers who love the sun

I woke up and heard a creak. I thought my husband had gone to work, so I should get up to make breakfast for the child and then take her to school. But when I went to the hall, I found that the hour hand only pointed to 5 o'clock, the door in Mr.'s room was still closed, and the cuckoo bird outside the window was still tearing desperately.

He's gone. The man who gave me the one-piece bright pearl is gone.

I lay down again because he owed me an ending.

Conjoined pearls are always in front of my computer desk, one big and one small, closely connected. If they are separated, they will lose life, luster and meaning!

It has always emanated the softest and most perfect light. It is really a good pearl, as if it contains all the essence of heaven and earth.

It has aura. Perhaps there is a clean and quiet soul in it, because it really spans two times and mixes me with him again.

"Cousin, give me this bead!"

"No."

"Give it to your cousin." the mother ordered fiercely.

It's just a bead. Is it heavier than family affection? Although I was unwilling, I finally sent it. When I handed it over, I said to my cousin, "I'm not reluctant, but there's one thing that hasn't ended yet.

In my favorite room, which also gave me the most warmth, there was no my grandmother. Time Leisurely returned to the period of the Republic of China. I met him at the railway station where the train blared and whistled. He asked two security guards to invite me back to the room. In grandma's room, you can still smell the smell of love. Grandma's? His? Hazy, but ten It's intoxicating!

Where have I seen him? I must have seen him somewhere. Really, so kind and familiar!

Finally, the memory was moved by my persistence. The brain cells were running rapidly. At that moment, the accumulation of quantity reached a qualitative leap. Yes, I remembered that it was him!