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“…… I said how did you become the chairman of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and if you look at what is in his book? There is also a chapter that directly says: 'Who is Lu Xun now?' What do you say, the peasants get only a fraction of the money they get from selling their fields, and all of them are eaten up by corruption. Didn't you give him any benefit? Reduced a literati to the level of a beggar, and all he wrote was cursing on the problem of phenomena!" The mayor was also reading books written by wandering writers, and felt that he should call the chairman of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

"His articles have never been published in newspapers and magazines, a countryman, how can small shrimp muddy the sea?

I used to control him, and when someone asked me, I said that he was an idler who didn't do his job, and what kind of articles would he write, and he copied the book, and then no editor came to ask him again. I heard that he was so poor that he couldn't even marry a wife, so why did he publish a book?......" said the chairman of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles on the other end of the phone.

"If you had let him go at that time, he would have escaped from the countryside and made a little name in the society, so that he could live a good life, and he would not have written about the current rural enclosure.

What kind of book is this, full of bad words and whining. The paper-filled Dou E's injustice, the spokesperson of the poor ghosts. It is also a fact of the current society, do you see me like this? At this moment, there are rumors going around, and the sale of land in this circle of land is indeed a big loss for the peasants......

"Don't be afraid, this person is in the hospital, and he may ......," said the president of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

"What nonsense are you talking about, I'm a fellow countryman, don't mess around!"

……

"Cao Yuanyuan, the principal told you to go to his office. Lu Jun, the homeroom teacher, said.

Cao Yuanyuan heard that the principal was calling him to his office, and his heart suddenly felt a creep, is the writer dead? I'm going to go to jail? She looked at Chu Yulan in a panic, and Chu Yulan happened to be focusing on her, and she also felt that something ominous. It was originally at the moment of the accident, but the doorman was blinded by the nails on the wall again, and it is said that it was because he touched Cao Yuanyuan's chest and was pushed by Cao Yuanyuan.

"Yulan, shall I go?" Cao Yuanyuan first informed his friends, this is the clue to lose contact in the future.

Chu Yulan didn't reply, just nodded slightly, and at the same time looked at the snow dumping again, and the meaning was completely conveyed.

It was noon, Cao Yuanyuan came to the principal's office, and when the principal saw Cao Yuanyuan coming, he got up and poured tea, which made Cao Yuanyuan's frightened heart become inexplicable, thinking that if he came to be criticized, would the principal get up and pour tea for himself? No, this made Cao Yuanyuan can't help but look at his chest, is there something wrong with this place again, just like a person on fire, he has a toothache when he suffers, and he never goes anywhere else.

That's right, Cao Yuanyuan is really pleasing to the eye.

"Drink tea first!" The principal touched Cao Yuanyuan's hand with his fingers for some reason, it was definitely tender, but the time could not be calculated, and it had to be expanded ten thousand times to make people taste.

"Is there something wrong with the principal?" said Cao Yuanyuan, looking into the principal's eyes.

The principal wanted to say how the doorman was blinded by the nail nailed to the wall, and felt that it was meaningless, it was estimated that Cao Yuanyuan's beauty was too attractive, and he walked past the doorman, just like a passer-by saw a beautiful woman hit a telephone pole and broke her head and bled out, which can only be said that the beauty is innocent of the passer-by.

"I can't say anything, is there a ghost in this matter, but forget it, I guess you can't say it!" The principal motioned for Cao Yuanyuan to drink tea.

Cao Yuanyuan found out that the principal was beating her, and he basically knew that it was his stinky meat that caused the flies.

"If you want to ask, just ask, principal, if you think there is something wrong with me, please tell me!" Cao Yuanyuan was afraid that his beauty would overwhelm the principal, but he distanced himself from himself.

The principal was bored at this time, so he really looked outside, and when he made sure that no one disturbed him for the time being, he whispered: "I don't know if it's true, there are rumors outside that the self-proclaimed writer and poet is unreasonable to you, so you go and call your boyfriend to beat him, I'm thinking about whether to ask yourself, it doesn't matter if it's a vagabond, it's a wanderer anyway." ”

Cao Yuanyuan heard the principal say this, and naturally remembered that the principal had also seen himself like this, the same hot weather, the same season for girls, and the principal also had a mouse to come up with a hole. It seems that men have the same nature, are they really too beautiful? No, it's just a little fatter than others, which makes the protruding place more important, eye-catching.

"Headmaster, I'll leave if it's okay?" Cao Yuanyuan said.

"If you have something to do in the future, please come and beat me!" said the headmaster in a deep voice, as if he knew the difficulty and wanted to help him.

Cao Yuanyuan walked out of the door, as if he was very concerned about himself, and when he looked back, he was making eye contact with the principal's eyes, and the whole world suddenly fell into darkness, which can also be said to be a world of nothingness, or a labyrinth of thousands of words.

Cao Yuanyuan left, the principal was still in place, when he watched Cao Yuanyuan gradually move away, he suddenly thought of seeing the distance between her legs clearly, this is a sign of all men in the world before they want to attack a woman, not good and evil, it is an instinct.

……

"Dean Gao!" Cao Yuanyuan looked for Gao Yifei, and saw that there was no him in the original ward, so he came to ask Gao Shengliu.

"Cao Yuanyuan, is there something wrong?" the dean walked out of the office.

"Gao Yi flew away?" Cao Yuanyuan said with a look of doubt on his face.

Dean Gao Shengliu gave Cao Yuanyuan a look, and they walked away from the office, and the director whispered: "In the intensive care unit, non-relatives and staff on duty are not allowed to enter. ”

"Will you die?" Cao Yuanyuan heard that he was in the intensive care unit, his heart was cold, didn't he lose this goods in vain?

"You'd better not come too often, or pay attention. I have the same surname as him, maybe three hundred years ago!" said Dean Gao.

Cao Yuanyuan also seemed to sense something in his heart when he heard this, it was Gao Yifei's social relations, he had become a central figure, and there were people in it who were protected, and it was certain that people in it were harmful, although it was not a big problem.

"This is Gao Yifei's patient's family!" Dean Gao said to the doorman and turned to leave.

Cao Yuanyuan came in and closed the door casually, and approached Gao Yifei's hospital bed in small steps: "Asleep?"

"Oh, you're here!" Gao Yifei turned his head to look at Cao Yuanyuan and said.

"How did you get here, can't you?"

"I don't know, they said that I was broken in the back, and that I would lie like this for a hundred days before I could stand up!" Gao Yifei.

Cao Yuanyuan put the fruit he bought at the head of the bed, and a teardrop rolled down his lips when he turned his back, feeling that he was eating seawater, although he had not eaten it, but he heard that it was salty.

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