Chapter 11 The Story of a Drop of Honey

Once you have the direction, the rest is much easier.

The article "Choice is more important than hard work" has been revised several times. Wu Tao still doesn't think it's safe, so he just writes another article, a double insurance!

Anyway, there are still many, many similar articles and jokes in his mind. All are the benefits of the era of Internet information explosion. As long as he organizes and refines carefully, and through his writing skills, it should be no problem to write a hundred or eighty articles.

After thinking for a while, I took up a pen and wrote a title: The Story of a Drop of Honey...

At three o'clock in the afternoon on Sunday, Wu Tao rolled out the 28 Dagong.

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

"Why did you leave so early today?"

"Go do something early."

Zhang Huilan poured out the sand from Mili, put the round-grained rice into a rice bag and said, "Did you blame Mom for what happened yesterday?"

"Mom, what are you talking about? Since you guys agreed with me to enter high school yesterday, how can I rest assured about the past? Besides, I am so much older than Xiao Jiang, how can I really care about him?"

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

Wu Tao didn't feel disappointed or anything, because this is the character of my old lady, and he has long been used to it.

A while later, Zhang Huilan took out the grass eggs that had been accumulated for some time from the house, and was about to stuff them into the rice bag.

Wu Tao quickly stopped him and said, "Mom, let's leave these to Xiao Jiang."

"Don't worry, there's Xiaojiang to eat in one mouthful." As he spoke, he still had to stuff it in.

"Xiao Jiang complained to me last night, saying that he hadn't eaten eggs for a month." Wu Tao said with a smile: "You can stay. During these days, the sericulture and farming at home are busy. Xiao Jiang can't even eat , let him make up for these."

Zhang Huilan put down the egg with a smile, and then took out a card from her pocket. Ten yuan, this is pocket money for two weeks.

Wu Tao confiscated it, patted his pocket and said, "Grandpa gave me twenty, which is enough."

Pushing the 28 big bars out of the courtyard gate, Wu Jiang and Heidan 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!" Wu Jiang shouted from a distance.

Wu Tao laughed and scolded angrily, "You are a foodie!"

On the contrary, Heidan persistently chased after him, holding two boiling hot boiled eggs in his small hands, stuffing them into Wu Tao's bag and saying, "Brother Tao, I will be like you in the future, going to high school and university!"

Wu Tao hurriedly took out the two eggs from his bag, intending to return them to Heidan, but Heidan had already run away: "My mother cooked them specially for you."

Through Heidan's back, he saw Aunt Hua leaning against the door of his house.

Aunt Hua was still that Aunt Hua, too stubborn to owe anyone a favor. Last night, I saved black eggs for a meal, and today I will pay you back with two eggs.

Twenty minutes later, Wu Tao pushed the car and slid into the courtyard of the water conservancy station. I greeted Uncle Tang, unloaded the rice and put it in the room, didn't even bother to wipe off my sweat, and went straight to the school.

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

Wu Tao knew that An Rong must be here. She lives in the compound of the district government and is taken care of by someone specially assigned to her. She doesn't need to go home to get food and money. As for the reunion with her parents, her parents are very busy people, and if they want to reunite, they have to make an appointment first.

After making silent eye contact with An Rong, Wu Tao returned to his seat, took out the two manuscripts he wrote last night, and read through them for the last time.

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

This honey story was once excerpted by Huang Yi in Xun Qin Ji's novel, revealing a profound philosophy, I believe it must be enough to impress the editors of bosom friends. As for whether Master Huang Yi will be obsessed with this material when he writes "Looking for Qin Ji" in the future, he can't care about it.

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

Wu Tao was thinking about it, when Zhao Li's voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"When did you come, why is there no sound at all?"

Zhao Li's upturned buttocks squeezed past his back, entered the seat inside and said, "Why are you so guilty? What is this, composition?"

Wu Tao didn't answer, just put away the two manuscripts and said, "Why did you come so early, this doesn't suit your style!"

"Hmph!" Zhao Li pulled her mouth, "I just listened to you and broke up with my parents! I don't want to stay in that family for a moment!"

"Run away from home if you don't agree with each other. You can do it!" Wu Tao tutted.

"Then you have discussed with your family?"

"Of course!" After Wu Tao finished speaking, he got up and walked towards An Rong.

An Rong was surrounded by a group of female classmates, Yingying and Yanyan, very lively. Thanks to the gospel of nine-year compulsory education, there are quite a few girls in junior high school. Under the simple and plain appearance, there are some delicate and pleasant beauties.

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

Some people choose high school, looking forward to college life;

There are many more people who have no choice at all. Apart from becoming a member of the army of migrant workers going south, they have no other choice...

Seeing Wu Tao coming over, a tall and thin girl laughed and teased: "Wu Tao, I really envy you and An Rong, who can go to Beijiang Middle School together. Hey, it's not like us, we can only go south to be migrant girls." ..."

An Rong was thin-skinned, pinching the soft flesh of the other party's waist and scolding with a smile: "Damn Tang Yan, she knows nonsense all day long!"

Tang Yan begged for mercy repeatedly, and An Rong let her go. Instead, he asked Wu Tao, "What's the matter?"

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

Thinking of this, Wu Tao said casually: "Tang Yan, with your conditions, being a model is more than enough, and you definitely earn a lot of money. Being a working girl is really too inferior."

Tang Yan was startled, and said rather embarrassedly: "Really?"

"Um."

An Rong took out a bosom friend from the belly of the table, accidentally took out the book and dropped it on the floor. Wu Tao picked it up casually, and it turned out to be the monthly magazine of "Popular Photography". Then he remembered that An Rong was a senior photography fan in junior high school. Apart from her bosom friend, her favorite thing to read was popular photography.

It wasn't until high school that she gave up her hobby of photography and sent her beloved camera to Wu Tao instead.

In the days that followed, Wu Tao was accompanied by the camera, unintentionally practicing almost professional photography skills.

It is said that photography is poor for three generations, and SLR ruins a lifetime. After joining the work, Wu Tao no longer has the energy to play with it. The camera can only be shelved, purely as a memory.

"By the way, Rongrong, has the sample you submitted to Dazhong Photography been accepted?" Tang Yan looked at Dazhong Photography and asked.

An Rong said with a dejected face: "No, it's too difficult~"

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