Chapter 11

With direction, the rest is much easier.

The article "choice is more important than effort" has been revised several times. Wu Tao still doesn't feel very safe. Just write another article and have a double insurance!

Anyway, there are many similar articles and passages in his mind. It's all the benefits of the era of Internet information explosion. As long as he organizes and refines carefully and gives full play to his writing skills, it should be nothing to write 180 articles.

After a little thought, he picked up his pen and wrote down a title: the story of a drop of honey

At three o'clock on Sunday afternoon, Wu Tao launched two eight bars.

Zhang Huilan had to find time to choose rice and prepare ingredients for her son.

"Why did you leave so early today?"

"Do something early."

Zhang Huilan poured out the sand from the rice, put the japonica rice into the rice bag and said, "you blame your mother for what happened yesterday?"

"Mom, what did you say? Since you agreed to my high school entrance examination yesterday, how can I rest assured of those past things? Besides, I'm so much bigger than Xiaojiang. How can I really care about him? "

Zhang Huilan always felt that the eldest brother was more considerate and sensible, so when the mother and son communicated, they were not good at words, not even a word of praise.

Wu Tao doesn't feel disappointed or anything, because this is my mother's character. He has long been used to it.

A moment later, Zhang Huilan took out the grass eggs she had accumulated for a period of time from the house and put them into the rice bag.

Wu Tao quickly stopped and said, "Mom, I'd better leave these to Xiaojiang."

"Don't worry, Xiaojiang will take a bite." Say, still want to force into.

"Xiaojiang told me last night that he hadn't eaten eggs for a month." Wu Tao said with a smile, "just stay. These days, sericulture and farming rush together at home. Xiao Jiang can't even eat. Let him make up for these. "

Zhang Huilan smiled and put down the egg, then took out a big picture from her pocket. Ten dollars. Here's two weeks' pocket money.

Wu Tao confiscated it, patted his pocket and said, "Grandpa gave me twenty. That's enough."

Pushing the 28 bars out of the courtyard, Wu Jiang and black egg showed their heads from Aunt Hua's house next door.

"Brother, your cooking is delicious. I'll cook it for me when you come back next time!" Wujiang shouted from a distance.

Wu Tao smiled and scolded angrily, "you're a eater!"

Instead, the black egg caught up with him persistently. Holding two hot cooked eggs in his small hand, he stuffed them into Wu Tao's bag and said, "brother Tao, I will be like you in the future. I will go to high school and college!"

Wu Tao quickly took out the two eggs from his bag and planned to return them to the black egg, but the black egg had already run away: "my mother cooked them for you."

Through the back of black egg, I saw aunt Hua leaning against her door.

Aunt Hua is still that Aunt Hua. She is too stubborn to owe anyone. I left black eggs for dinner last night. Today I decided to pay back two eggs in the fortress.

Twenty minutes later, Wu Tao pushed his car and slid into the courtyard of the water conservancy station. He said hello to Uncle Tang, unloaded the rice grain and put it into the room. He couldn't even wipe his sweat, so he went straight to the school.

At half past three, the classroom had gathered twos and threes of students.

Wu Tao knows that an Rong must be here. She lives in the district government compound and is taken care of by a specially assigned person. She doesn't need to go home to get dry food and money. As for the reunion with her parents, her parents are busy people. If you want to get together, you have to make an appointment first.

After a silent eye contact with an Rong, Wu Tao returned to his seat, took out the two manuscripts he wrote last night, and did the last through reading check.

In these two articles, Wu Tao has more confidence in the story of a drop of honey.

This honey story was once excerpted by Huang Yi in the novel of looking for Qin Ji. It shows profound philosophy and is believed to be enough to impress the editor of a bosom friend. As for whether master Huang Yi will be entangled in this material when he writes the story of looking for Qin in the future, he can't care about it.

"The story of a drop of honey, what is this?"

Wu Tao was thinking for himself. Suddenly, Zhao Li's voice sounded in her ear.

"When did you come? Why didn't you make a sound?"

Zhao Li pushed her hips through his back, entered the inner seat and said, "Why are you so guilty? What the hell is this, composition? "

Wu Tao didn't answer. He just put away two manuscripts and said, "why did you come so early? It's not in line with your style!"

"Hum!" Zhao Li pulled her mouth. "I didn't listen to you. I broke up with my parents! I don't want to stay at that house for a moment! "

"If you don't agree, you run away from home. You are so good! " Wu Tao tutted.

"Have you discussed your business with your family?"

"Of course!" Wu Tao said this, got up and walked towards an Rong.

An Rong was surrounded by a group of female students. Ying Ying Yan was very lively. Thanks to the gospel of nine-year compulsory education, there are still a lot of girls in junior middle school. Under the simple and simple appearance, there are some beautiful and lovely beauty seeds.

Listening to their words, they are all looking forward to the future.

There are candidates for high school, looking forward to college life; Someone filled in the normal school and looked forward to the life of being a teacher; Some people put their treasure on technical secondary schools and look forward to a lifetime of iron rice bowl life.

There are more people. They have no choice at all. They have no second choice but to become a member of the South working Army

Seeing Wu Tao coming, a tall and thin girl smiled and joked: "Wu Tao, I envy you and an Rong for going to Beijiang middle school together. Alas, like us, we can only go south to be working girls... "

An Rong was thin skinned, pinched each other's soft flesh at the waist, smiled and scolded: "dead Tang Yan, he knows nonsense all day!"

Tang Yan repeatedly begged for mercy, and an Rong let her go. Instead, he asked Wu Tao, "what are you doing?"

"Lend me a bosom friend." Wu Tao responded to an Rong, but his eyes fell on Tang Yan. Her appearance was general, but her body frame was a rare standard. Her height of nearly 178 made her stand out from the crowd. A pair of big long legs was the golden ratio, which was the standard model figure.

Thinking of this, Wu Tao said casually, "Tang Yan, with your conditions, it's more than enough to be a model, and you definitely earn a lot of money. What kind of working girl do you do? It's too talented. "

Tang Yan was stunned, quite embarrassed and said, "really?"

"Yes."

An Rong pulled out a bosom friend from the table and accidentally took out a book and fell to the ground. Wu Tao picked it up. It turned out to be the monthly magazine of mass photography. He was moved. Then he remembered that an Rong in junior high school was a senior photography fan. In addition to his confidants, what he loved most was mass photography.

It was not until she went to high school that she gave up her hobby of photography and sent her beloved camera to Wu Tao.

In the days that followed, Wu Tao, accompanied by the camera, inadvertently developed almost professional photography skills.

It is said that photography is poor for three generations and SLR destroys a lifetime. After taking part in the work, Wu Tao no longer had the energy to fiddle with it. Can only put the camera on the shelf, simply as a memory.

"By the way, Rongrong, have you been hired for the sample film you contributed to public photography?" Tang Yan looked at mass photography and said.

An Rong looked dejected and said, "no, it's too difficult ~"