With direction, the rest is much simpler.

The article "Choice is more important than effort" has been revised several times. Wu Tao still doesn't feel very safe, so he just writes another article and has a double insurance!

Anyway, there are many, many similar articles and paragraphs in his mind. All of them are the benefits of the Internet information explosion era, as long as you organize and refine it carefully, and through his pen power, it should be okay to write a hundred and eighty articles.

After thinking about it for a while, I picked up my pen and wrote down a title: The Story of a Drop of Honey......

At three o'clock in the afternoon of Sunday, Wu Tao launched the 28 bars.

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

"Why did you leave so early today?"

"Go get some errands early. ”

Zhang Huilan poured out the sand selected from the rice, put the japonica rice into the rice bag and said, "What happened yesterday, are you blaming your mother?"

"Mom, what are you talking about? Since you were able to agree to me to take the high school entrance exam yesterday, how can I rest assured about those past things? 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 words, and they didn't even have a word of praise.

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

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

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

"Don't worry, Xiao Jiang has a bite to eat. "As he spoke, he still had to stuff it hard.

"Xiao Jiang complained to me last night, saying that he hadn't eaten eggs for a month. Wu Tao smiled: "You just stay." During this time, the sericulture and farming at home rushed together. Xiao Jiang can't even eat, so let's make up for him. ”

Zhang Huilan put down the egg with a smile, and then took out a big unity from her pocket. Ten dollars, that's two weeks' pocket money.

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

Pushing the 28 big bar out of the courtyard gate, Wu Jiang and Hei Dan showed their heads from Aunt Hua's house next door.

"Brother, your cooking is delicious, I'll cook it for me next time you come back!" Wu Jiang shouted from afar.

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

But the black egg persistently chased after him, holding two hot hard-boiled eggs in his little hand, and stuffed them into Wu Tao's bag and said: "Brother Tao, I will be like you in the future, take the high school entrance examination and go to college!"

Wu Tao hurriedly took out the two eggs from his bag and planned to return them to the black eggs, but the black eggs had already run away and said, "This is what my mother specially cooked for you." ”

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

Aunt Hua is still the same Aunt Hua, so stubborn that she doesn't want to owe anyone favors. I left the black eggs for a meal last night, and today I will have to fortify two eggs to pay back.

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

At half past three, the classroom was already full of students.

Wu Tao knew that An Rong must be here. She lives in the compound of the district government, has someone to take care of her, and does not need to go home to get dry food and money. As for reuniting 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 did a final read-through check.

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 the novel of Xun Qin Ji, revealing a profound philosophy, and I believe it will be enough to impress the editor of the bosom friend. As for whether Master Huang Yi will be entangled in this material when he writes the search 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 pondering to himself, and Zhao Li's voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"When did you come, and why didn't you make any sound at all?"

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

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

"Hmph!" Zhao Li pouted, "I didn't listen to you and broke up with my parents!

"If you don't agree with each other, you run away from home. You can really do it!" Wu Tao sighed.

"Then you have discussed your business with your family?"

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

An Rong was surrounded by a group of female classmates, Yingying Yanyan, so lively. Thanks to the gospel of nine-year compulsory education, there are still a large number of girls in junior high school. Under the simple and simple appearance, there is no shortage of some delicate and lovely beauty embryos.

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

Some people choose a high school and look forward to college life; some people fill in the normal school and look forward to the life of being a teacher; some people put their treasure on the secondary school and look forward to a lifetime of iron rice bowl life.

There are many more people who have no choice at all. They have no second choice but to become a member of the army of migrant workers in the south......

Seeing Wu Tao coming, a tall and thin girl smiled and teased: "Wu Tao, I really envy you and An Rong for being able to go to Beijiang Middle School together to stay and fly together." Hey, it's like us, we can only go south to be a working girl......"

An Rong was thin-skinned, pinched the soft flesh of the other party's waist and scolded with a smile: "Dead Tang Yan, you know nonsense all day long!"

Tang Yan repeatedly asked for mercy, and An Rong let her go. turned to ask Wu Tao, "Do you have something?"

"Lend me a bosom friend to see. Wu Tao responded to An Rong, but her eyes fell on Tang Yan's body, her appearance was average, but her body frame was a rare standard, her height of nearly one hundred and seventy-eight made her stand out from the crowd, and a pair of long legs was a golden ratio, which was simply a standard model figure.

Thinking of this, Wu Tao said casually: "Tang Yan, with your conditions, it is more than enough to be a model, and there is definitely a lot of money to earn." It's too condescending to be a working girl. ”

Tang Yan was stunned and said quite embarrassedly: "Really?"

"Hmm. ”

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

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

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

It is said that photography is poor for three generations, and SLR ruins life. After joining the work, Wu Tao no longer had the energy to fiddle with it. I can only put the camera on the shelf, just as a memory.

"By the way, Rong Rong, has the sample you submitted to Popular Photography accepted?" Tang Yan looked at Popular Photography and said.

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