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Su Rui always deliberately skimmed Lin Tao's eyes to avoid looking at him.

It seems that the kind of confidence in Lin Tao's eyes that is very different from the calmness of a sixteen-year-old boy makes her heartbeat accelerate.

When she tried to drive away the thoughts about Lin Tao in her mind, it seemed that he would always appear in front of her at the right time, and unconsciously, he had quietly taken root.

It's just that Su Rui doesn't know if this is what is described in the book.

Love.

What is ignorant is only the feelings of a girl, not youth.

Zhao Honggui also seemed to realize that he had reached the level of a madness, when he handed over the letter that seemed to have been opened to Lin Tao.

He actually made a god say a word.

"The essay for this exam is easier than the final of the Dongjiang Cup, right?"

Lin Tao was stunned.

Zhao Honggui is the same.

The eyebrows raised by the young man in front of him seemed to be a little dazzling, although he was only dumb for a moment, but it still made him hear a trace of doubt from Zhao Honggui's words.

Presumably not only Zhao Honggui, I'm afraid there are many people who question the first prize they won.

The two of them ignored the phrase as if it had never happened.

"This is a letter sent to you by the Provincial Middle School Student Essay Newspaper, the content of the letter is about inviting you to write a manuscript for the middle school student essay newspaper, so that the middle school student essay newspaper can personally invite the manuscript, you are still the first in our school, I have no objection to you taking the time to submit, but it is best not to delay studying. ”

After speaking, he took out another white envelope from the table and handed it to Lin Tao.

"This is a sample of the essay published in the last Dongjiang Cup final that the newspaper sent you. ”

The envelope has been opened.

Lin Tao frowned slightly.

Zhao Honggui also seemed to notice his action and deliberately explained.

"The letter to the school's academic office is in an envelope with your letter, and no one reads the specific contents. ”

Zhao Honggui was so rare to be reasonable, which really made Lin Tao look sideways.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhao. ”

When I returned to my seat, the classroom in Class 1 was already quiet, even if there was an occasional movement, it was just a quiet noise, and no one would deliberately challenge Zhao Honggui's endurance at this point in time.

Teenagers who have gone through high school should remember it.

In June 2005, there were also three self-study classes in the evening of the sophomore year of high school, and Lin Tao was a day student, but this did not affect him to complete the three self-study classes full.

As usual, Ye Fei seemed to have skipped class and went back early after the second period of self-study.

The letter from the newspaper was not very long, but very short in a few paragraphs.

Lin Tao couldn't help but wonder in his heart whether the newspaper staff who drafted the letter was napping, and although there were no obvious grammatical errors, he had at least found a few inaccuracies in the middle.

Lin Tao ~ Lin Tao ~ Lin Tao ~

One essay per month or other literary works of higher quality, including argumentative essays, narrative essays, and essays, excluding poetry and novels.

Lin Tao even wanted to write a reply, whether other high-quality literary works refer to argumentative essays, narrative essays, and prose.

If that's the case, then what is the composition?

The Dongjiang Provincial Middle School Students' Essay Newspaper is an old newspaper that has been published in the province for at least 20 years, and the quality is not mentioned for the time being, and this year alone is not comparable to ordinary newspapers.

Lin Tao didn't know how many audiences he could cultivate in 20 years, but as far as he knew, there was not a single school in dozens of junior high schools and high schools in Songping City that did not subscribe to this newspaper.

The newspaper was published four times a month, and the paper was not good, but it was a dark gray hue with raw edges, which was called economical paper.

But no matter how economical it is, the subscription fee of 9 yuan per semester is indispensable.

In fact, Lin Tao is also very clear.

Being able to let middle school students personally invite manuscripts for the essay newspaper is definitely the only one for scorpion.

He still remembers that about a few years ago, when his cousin Jiang Pingping's nephew and grandnephew published a junior high school essay in the middle school student essay newspaper, his aunt Liu Hongxia's exaggerated face.

Of course, it is not difficult for him to think about what Liu Hongxia's face would be like if he knew that he was actually asked by middle school students to write essays.

It's already the end of October, so if Lin Tao agrees to the newspaper's conditions, then he will have to write his first manuscript, or middle school student essay, within a few days.

When he picked up the pen, Lin Tao couldn't help but think of a short prose that was only a few lines long, but it was popular all over the Internet.

The clouds flowed, and when I raised my head again, I was already in one go.

Even after changing time and space, when he wrote this little prose again, Lin Tao still couldn't help but feel a little heat surging from his chest:

"The water of the waterfall goes upstream,

Dandelion seeds float back from afar, gathering into the shape of an umbrella,

The sun rises in the west and sets in the east.

The bullet returns to the chamber,

Athletes return to the starting line,

I turned in my acceptance letter and forgot about the ten-year cold window.

The smell of food wafts from the kitchen,

You sign my roll with your name,

Turn off the TV and help me put my bag on my back,

You're still with me. ”

Undoubtedly.

These are one of the few short but haunting lyrical phrases that Lin Tao has seen in his long career.

He couldn't help but read it softly in his mouth as he picked up the pen, and it wasn't until the bell rang again that he hurriedly stuffed the letter back into the envelope.

Hastily wrote the title "You are by my side" on the top of the letterhead, Lin Tao just wanted to leave his name in the lower right corner, but the tip of the pen was lightly hooked, and there were already a few more delicate small characters on the white paper.

By the time I walked out of the school gate, the figures on West Street had become a little sparse.

Evening self-study at half past nine o'clock is ten o'clock, and in a small town like Matsudaira City, even the food stalls and night markets on the street begin to end at ten o'clock.

The Lin family lives in the half of Beimen Street across West Street, called Northwest Gate Street, which was still an empty wilderness in 2005.

Except for a few families who bought land and built houses here, most of the rest of the land is abandoned farmland.

Lin Tao knew that it would take about 2007, that is, the year of Lin Tao's college entrance examination, that the area around Northwest Gate Street began to slowly become the hottest land in the entire Songping City, and the reason was very simple, and a notice was issued after the Municipal People's Congress in early 08.

At that time******** Lin Guohua announced the country's plan to build a high-speed rail station in Songping City, and the new high-speed rail station was located on wasteland not far from Northwest Gate Street.

The first half of the night at the end of October was already a little cooler.

Lin Tao couldn't help but tighten the neckline of his shirt, the white long-sleeved shirt had begun to look a little thin, especially when there were sparse people on the street.

The familiar path has become clear with the gradual sophistication of the steps, as if it is engraved in the mind.

But when he saw the black shadow squatting on the side of the road from a distance, Lin Tao still glanced at it curiously.

If it weren't for the fact that there were no later 400-degree glasses on the bridge of his nose, he would even have to mumble in his stomach if he had seen the wrong person.

The figure squatting on the side of the bicycle on the side of the road in front of him looks like Lin Ruonan.

Even if the light was too dim, Lin Tao could still clearly see that a section of his white calf was exposed in the cool air, which was a little unusually eye-catching.

(I stayed up late last night and even coded another chapter, I heard that there are many tickets to renew in the morning, and I ask for tickets!)