Chapter 87

These days, it's not easy to go back to the mainland from Baodao.

There are no direct flights, not even flights stopping at Xiangjiang. But soon, it will open at the end of this year.

Because in Wu Tao's impression, the two uncle cousins in their previous lives also returned to their hometown to visit their relatives at the end of 1995. At that time, they came with their families and their families by stopover flights.

The old man hung up the phone. He was so happy that he could not help sighing and talking about the separation of bones and flesh.

In addition, a mid autumn festival reunion dinner is also enjoyable.

After dinner, Wu Tao received several calls.

An Rong and Gu Fei called, needless to say. What surprised him was Qin Xiaoxiao's crying pear blossom with rain.

"Boss, I want to die..."

Wu Tao was in a hurry. "What's going on for the holiday?"

Qin Xiaoxiao's voice was a little drunk, "boss, thanks to you, I'm only a sophomore and have a rich income. From the original poor girl to Bai Fumei, everyone in the school envies her. But why do I feel more and more loveless? "

"... he used to be here. Although life was bitter, he was very happy."

"... since I broke up, I worked hard every day to numb myself. But today is the Mid Autumn Festival. Looking at other people's double entry, I finally can't pretend! "

"... boss, why do you say people are alive? Without love, even if I have more money, what's the use? Life is boring, life is boring... "

Wu Tao understood that it was stimulated by the festive atmosphere that he began to ponder the relationship between money and love. And I didn't figure it out. I figured myself into a dead end.

To put it bluntly, I'm rich and start doing it!

This kind of thought is very unstable, which is also the biggest obstacle to Qin Xiaoxiao's growth into an independent person.

Emergency medicine.

Wu Tao did not go to painstaking persuasion and comfort.

But the voice gradually cooled and spread to Qin Xiaoxiao's ears through the telephone line, especially refreshing.

"Read an article, the cover article of a bosom friend in June 1995, 'the story of a drop of honey'. After reading it, if you don't understand it, go to hell. Don't worry, I won't stop you. I'll just confiscate the business commission and bonus that should be given to you, and then change a more beautiful beauty to be the marketing director. "

Didi hung up on the phone.

Qin Xiaoxiao's drunkenness immediately woke up more than half. The boss asked me to die. What routine is this?

Today, I fell in love with the scenery and drank some wine. Unconsciously, I was a little frustrated and couldn't work hard.

This call was originally to seek enlightenment, because Qin Xiaoxiao felt that only his boss might understand him.

After all, Wu Tao has experienced the whole process of growing up and breaking up, and he is still such a talented teenager with potential.

And he let himself die?

wait! He read an article before he told himself to die.

Published on a confidant? I never read that kind of stall magazine before.

Is it because the boss doesn't care about a company veteran like himself? Otherwise, he wouldn't persuade him. Whether it's from friends or subordinates, he should persuade them. Who advised people to die?

Qin Xiaoxiao bites his silver teeth and pinches his fist.

The key to everything lies in that article!

An hour later, Qin Xiaoxiao stared at the article - "the story of a drop of honey," and read it word by word.

... at this moment of life and death, the passenger saw a drop of honey on the leaves in front of him. So he forgot the hungry wolf above, the poisonous snake below, and the little tree that was about to be bitten by the mouse. He closed his eyes, stretched out his tongue, and licked the drop of honey wholeheartedly

"What is the honey in my life?" Qin Xiaoxiao raised his head and asked himself blankly, "is that Qi Gang?"

"How is that possible? Of course not him! " Before she could think about it, her subconscious mind told her the answer.

Since my honey is not him, why cry and cry, because he goes to die?

For a moment, Qin Xiaoxiao seemed to be enlightened.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he raised his hand and slapped his forehead.

"Qin Xiaoxiao, you've had enough! Now the boss despises you. No wonder he doesn't even advise you! No one can persuade you to die. If you don't want to die, you don't have to persuade! "

Qin Xiaoxiao lay on the window lattice and looked at the clear moon and thought in a daze.

The next day, Wu Tao went to the district and brought a pack of cigarettes to Uncle Tang.

Uncle Tang did not expect that Wu Tao would know to come back to see himself after graduation. It doesn't matter whether you bring cigarettes or not. What matters is this intention.

When I returned home, I saw an insignificant book shop opened next to Binhu Central Primary School.

Several comic magazines hanging at the door accidentally attracted his attention.

Painting king? Wu Tao has a vague impression that it should be the earliest comic magazine in China.

When you open it, it's all old magazines from last year or the year before last. It turns out that these are a batch of old books. But the content is good. Most of the serials are Japanese comics, which are most suitable for Zhao Li.

"Boss, wrap up these old comics for me."

The boss was a middle-aged man with glasses. He came over and cleaned up and said, "the young man really has a good eye. These comics were sold very well in the past two years. It took me a lot of energy to get back such a complete set."

"How many copies are there in a whole set?" Wu Tao raised his eyebrows and asked, "and the front books are called painting king, and the back is painting king. Is this the same magazine?"

Even in order to open a high price, you can't fool people. At the bottom of your heart, Wu Tao instantly lowered the impression of the boss.

Unexpectedly, the glasses man pulled his temper and put the magazine, "if you think I'm fooling you, don't buy it."

Yo Ho, the boss has a good temper!

Wu Tao wanted to turn around and leave at that time, but she thought that Zhao Li took the road of painting with her own encouragement. This cartoon serialized some works of Japan, which should be very helpful for her introduction.

"Boss, how can you drive people out in business? I don't understand. Tell me about it. "

After losing his temper, the man with glasses also faintly regretted, so he said patiently: "the name of this domestic cartoon has been changed once. It has been released for more than a year and has been selling well."

"... later, I don't know why. After the last issue in August last year, it suddenly stopped publication."

"... so now there are only about 20 copies out of print. No one can say whether it will be published again in the future. "

Seeing the emotional nature of the man with glasses, Wu Tao turned over the comic style and content distribution of the previous and subsequent issues, which is indeed the meaning of the same strain. So he waved his hand, "wrap it for me."

Before returning to school in the afternoon, Zhang Huilan still gave him pocket money, a full 50 yuan. It is several times that of other rural students. It is enough to eat well and have a surplus.

Wu Tao didn't refuse. Although he didn't have much money, it was given by my mother after all.