In these years, it is not easy to return to the mainland from Treasure Island.

There are no direct flights, not even flights that stop in Hong Kong. But it's coming soon, and it will be open around the end of this year.

Because Wu Tao has the impression that the two cousins in their previous lives also returned to their hometown to visit relatives at the end of 95, when they dragged their families and took a stopover flight.

The old man hung up the phone, his face was full of joy, and he couldn't help but sigh and sigh, talking about the separation of flesh and blood back then.

In addition, a Mid-Autumn Festival reunion dinner is also enjoyable.

After dinner, Wu Tao received several phone calls.

An Rong and Gu Fei called, needless to say. What surprised him extremely was the sound of Qin Xiaoxiao's crying pear blossoms with rain.

"Boss, I want to die......"

Wu Tao was in a hurry, "It's a big holiday, what's going on?"

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

“…… He used to have him, although life was hard, but he was very happy. ”

“…… Since the breakup, I've been working hard every day to numb myself. But today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and watching others go in and out of pairs, I finally can't pretend anymore!"

“…… Boss, why do you say that people live? Without love, even if I have more money, what's the use? Life is boring, life is boring......"

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

To put it bluntly, I have money, and I started to do it!

This kind of thinking is very unstable, and it is also the biggest obstacle that affects Qin Xiaoxiao's growth into a leader on her own.

Acute medicine.

Wu Tao did not go to the bitter persuasion and comfort.

Instead, the voice gradually became colder, and it reached Qin Xiaoxiao's ears through the telephone line, which was particularly refreshing.

"Go and read an article, the cover article of the June '95 issue of Bosom Friend, 'The Story of a Drop of Honey'. After reading it, if you still don't understand, then go to death. Don't worry, I won't stop you, I will only confiscate the business commission bonus that should be given to you, and then change to a more beautiful beauty to be the marketing director. ”

There was a sound of Didi hanging up on the phone.

Qin Xiaoxiao's drunkenness immediately woke up for most of the time, the boss asked me to die, what kind of routine is this?

Today, I touched the scene, drank some wine, and unconsciously felt a little discouraged and couldn't lift my energy.

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

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

As a result, he actually allowed himself to die?

Wait! He told himself to read an article before he died.

The kind of stall magazine that was published on the bosom friend, I had never read it before.

Could it be that the boss doesn't care about a company veteran like himself? Otherwise, he can't persuade him, whether it's out of friends or subordinates, he should persuade him. How can anyone persuade people to die?

Qin Xiaoxiao bit her silver teeth and pinched her fists.

The key to it all lies in that article!

An hour later, Qin Xiaoxiao stared at the article, 'The Story of a Drop of Honey', looking at it word by word.

…… At this moment of life and death, the traveler saw a drop of honey on the leaf in front of him. So he forgot about the hungry wolf above, the poisonous snake below, and the little tree that was about to be bitten off by the rats, closed his eyes, stuck out his tongue, and licked the drop of honey with all his heart......

'What is the honey in my life?' Qin Xiaoxiao raised her head, asked herself blankly, and muttered, 'Is it Qi Gang?'

'How could it be? Of course it wouldn't be him!' she didn't have time to think about it, and her subconscious subconscious told her the answer.

If my honey is not his, why should I cry and cry because he is going to die?

In an instant, Qin Xiaoxiao was like an enlightenment, and she was enlightened.

looked at himself in the mirror, raised his hand and snapped his head.

"Qin Xiaoxiao, you are really enough! Now the boss despises you to the point of going home, no wonder he doesn't even persuade you! If you want to die, no one can persuade you." If you don't want to die, then you don't need to persuade you!'

Qin Xiaoxiao lay on the window lattice, looking 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 also didn't expect that after Wu Tao graduated, he would know that he would come back to see him. As for whether you bring cigarettes or not, it doesn't matter, what matters is this intention.

When I went home, I saw a new inconspicuous bookstore next to Binhu Central Primary School.

A few comic magazines hanging at the door unexpectedly caught his attention.

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

When I opened it, it was all old issues from last year or the year before last, and it turned out that this was a batch of old books. But the content is good.,Most of the serialized content is Dongying comic works.,These are the most suitable for Zhao Li.。

"Boss, wrap me up with these old comics. ”

The boss is a middle-aged man with glasses, and he walked over and said while cleaning up: "The young man really has a good eye, these comics sold very well in the first two years, and it took me a lot of effort to get back such a complete set." ”

"There are only so many books in a whole set?" Wu Tao raised his eyebrows and asked, "There are also a few books in front called the King of Paintings, and the King of Picture Books in the back, is this the same magazine?"

Even if you want to make a high price, you can't fool people casually, Wu Tao instantly lowered the boss's impression score.

Unexpectedly, the man with glasses pulled his temper and put the magazine away, "If you think I'm fooling you, then don't buy it." ”

Yo ho, this boss has a good temper!

Wu Tao wanted to turn around and leave at that time, but after all, Zhao Li embarked on the road of painting with her own encouragement, and this comic serialized some of Dongying's works, which should be very helpful for her to get started.

"Boss, how can there be a reason to drive people out of business? I don't understand, so you can talk about it. ”

The man with glasses lost his temper and faintly regretted it, so he said patiently: "This domestic comic has changed its name once in the middle, and it has been sold well for more than a year." ”

“…… Later, for unknown reasons, after the last issue in August last year, it was suddenly suspended. ”

“…… So now there are only about 20 copies, out of print. Whether it will resume publication in the future is anyone's guess. ”

Seeing the emotional nature of the glasses man's talk, Wu Tao flipped through the comic style and content distribution of the previous and subsequent issues, which is indeed in the same vein. So he waved his hand, "Help me wrap it up." ”

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

Wu Tao didn't refuse, although the money was not much, but after all, it was given by the old lady.