Feng Tianyu and Huang Meihong sat and chatted unconsciously for half an hour, all about how she wrote. She chatted with great interest, Feng Tianyu listened to it with relish, she said that she planned to write about 600,000 words for this book, and has written nearly 300,000 words so far, and when she has written 400,000 words, she will prepare to serialize it on a domestic literary website. The prototype of the hero of this film is Feng Tianyu, so he looks forward to the early publication of the article. Although he hadn't read what she wrote, he felt that the basic structure of the story was relatively good.

Suddenly, someone called Huang Meihong's name, and she turned her head to see that it was a colleague from her company named Ran Xiaolu calling her. And Ran Xiaolu was followed by three other colleagues.

Ran Xiaolu walked over quickly with a smile on her face, glanced at Feng Tianyu, and then said to Huang Meihong: "Sister Huang, is this your boyfriend next to you?" ”

Huang Meihong hurriedly explained: "No, it's just an ordinary friend." ”

Feng Tianyu also said: "We are friends. ”

Ran Xiaolu smiled and said, "I'm sorry." ”

Huang Meihong smiled and said, "It's okay. ”

At this time, four other colleagues also came over and greeted Huang Meihong warmly.

Ran Xiaolu saw a lawn shaded by a canopy not far away, so she pointed to the lawn and said, "Sister Huang, it's wide over there, why don't we go there and sit and talk?" ”

"Okay." Huang Meihong then said to Feng Tianyu: "Go, come with us." ”

Feng Tianyu said yes and followed the group over.

Walking under the shade of the trees, everyone sat in a circle.

After everyone sat together, they started chatting a few words, but then two people simply took out their mobile phones and played WeChat and games. Ran Xiaolu felt a little bored, so she proposed to tell jokes to liven up the atmosphere.

Her proposal was unanimously approved.

Ran Xiaolu is a young girl, usually cheerful and lively, like the sun at noon, always bringing light and heat to the people around her. At this time, I saw her smile and said, "Since I proposed to tell a joke, then let me tell one first." She cleared her throat and said, "Once upon a time, there was a man who did not learn or know, but he loved to pretend to be elegant. One day, a man told him that he had recently broken a string, and he didn't know what a broken string was, so he had to echo it, and the man looked at him, and guessed that he didn't understand, so he said, 'A broken string means that a woman is dead.' A few days later, when the man's mother died, he was asked what was going on when he was dressed in linen and filial piety, and he replied politely: 'The string has been broken.' They were surprised and asked, 'Broken strings?' Why are you wearing linen and filial piety? He thought for a moment and said, 'I've broken the old string!' ’”

Everyone couldn't help but laugh.

"I'll tell you one!" Huang Meihong said with great interest, "Xiao Ming is twelve years old, in the sixth grade of primary school, and he is very naughty in the class, but he is talented and smart. Although I usually have fun, I won the first place in the class in the final exam last semester. Since Xiao Ming's usual grades have never been in the top ten, he suddenly took the first place in the exam this time, and the teacher deliberately left him at the parent-teacher meeting and asked him to talk about learning methods. Xiao Ming's first words on stage were: 'Dad, good luck!' 'Everyone is confused, what is this kid talking about?'

After speaking, the teacher asked Xiao Ming, what do you mean by 'I wish you a long way'? Xiao Ming said that my father and mother had quarreled for a long time, and one night my father was bombarded by my mother into the living room, and my mother scolded me and said: "You want to sleep in the same bed with me, unless your son is the first in the exam!" ’”

Everyone laughed again.

Huang Meihong said to Feng Tianyu: "You can also tell a joke!" ”

Feng Tianyu said: "I...... I don't tell a lot of jokes, I'm afraid not. ”

Huang Meihong instigated: "Why not? Your life experience is so rich, let me tell you a story! ”

Huang Meihong's colleagues also asked him to tell stories to everyone.

Feng Tianyu saw that he couldn't refuse, so he said, "Okay, I'll tell you a fable." ”

Everyone applauded.

Feng Tianyu tells the story of a clay figure crossing the river. He said: "One day God decreed that if any clay figure could cross the river he had designated, he would give him a heart of gold. After this decree was given, the clay man did not respond for a long time, and I don't know how long it was, but finally a little clay man stood up and said that he wanted to cross the river.

'How is it possible for a clay man to cross the river?' You don't dream anymore. ’

Do you know what it feels like to lose little by little? ’

'You will be a feast for fish and shrimp, not even a hair will be left......

The little clay figure did not retreat under the blow, but insisted on crossing the river, he did not want to be satisfied with the status quo, only to be such a little clay figure for the rest of his life, he wanted to have his own paradise, but he also knew that to go to heaven, the heart must first go through hell. And his hell is the river he will wade.

The little clay figure came to the river, hesitated for a moment, and then stepped his feet into the rushing water. Suddenly, a heart-rending pain covered his whole body, and he felt his feet melt rapidly, moving away from his body every minute and every second.

'Go back quickly, or you will be destroyed!' The river roared.

The little clay figure did not answer, but moved forward in silence, step by step, and at this moment, he suddenly understood that his choice made him not even qualified to regret it, and if he went ashore, he would be a crippled clay man, and hesitating in the water could only hasten his own destruction, and the promise God had given him was farther away than death.

The little clay figure walked lonely and stubbornly, the river was very wide, as if it would not end after exhausting his life, the little clay figure looked to the other side, and saw there were beautiful flowers and green meadows, and birds flying freely, maybe that was the life of heaven. However, it is not easy to get there!

God did not give the little clay figure the opportunity to be born in heaven as a flower and plant, nor did he give him a pair of wings to be a bird, but this cannot be blamed on God, God only allowed him to be a clay figure, and to reach heaven he must give up a stable life and move forward.

The little clay man's tears flowed down and washed away a piece of skin from his face, and the little clay man quickly held back his tears, because he knew that tears could not win anyone's sympathy, and if they were not successful, they would be ridiculed by others.

The little clay man moved forward with difficulty, one centimeter, and another centimeter, the fish and shrimp pecked his body greedily, the soft mud and sand made him crumble every moment, and there were countless times, he was choked by the waves and almost suffocated, the little clay man really wanted to lie down and rest for a while, but he knew that once he lay down, he would sleep under the water forever, and even the opportunity to suffer would be lost, he could only endure, endure, and endure again, and the wonderful thing was that whenever the little clay man felt that he was going to die, there was always something that allowed him to hold on until the next moment.

I don't know how long it took, but it was almost time for the little clay man to despair, and the little clay man suddenly found that he had finally come ashore, he was relieved and ecstatic, and he was about to go to the lawn, and he was afraid that his ruined body would defile the cleanliness of heaven, he lowered his head, but was surprised to find that he had nothing but a golden heart.

At this moment, he understood everything: there is never such a thing as luck in heaven, and the seeds of flowers and plants must first pass through the earth before they can see the light; A bird has to go through bruising and lose countless feathers to forge a pair of strong = hard wings; Even God is only the one who has walked the longest road in hell and struggled the hardest; And as a little clay figure, only with superhuman courage and perseverance can you let the torrent of life sweep away the turbidity of the soul, so as to obtain that golden heart. ”

After the speech, everyone responded with warm applause, and realized the importance of choice and persistence from the story!

In fact, the story of the little clay figure has always inspired Feng Tianyu to constantly surpass himself since he was a child, and he has long compared his soul to this little clay figure who bravely crossed the river. Especially after he was implicated in the "Peach Blossom Forest Female Corpse Case", the double blow of spirit and ** did not make him crushed by the torrent of suffering, but always walked hard to the other side of the soul with a strong heart, and he believed that one day he would be able to see the God of light.

After everyone tells a joke or story, a man with glasses proposes a mouth-to-mouth game of ripping paper. The rules of the game are as follows: men and women are divided, and the person who passes the piece of paper must leave the paper in his mouth after passing it to the next house, otherwise he will be punished for learning to bark at the animal.

Huang Meihong and a woman couldn't help frowning after listening to the man with glasses explain the rules of the game, saying that this game is unhygienic, so it's better to be exempted; However, Ran Xiaolu and another man clapped their hands in approval; Feng Tianyu was noncommittal.

The man pushed his glasses and said, "It's okay! This game is very exciting, and I used to play it with my classmates when I was at school. ”

Ran Xiaolu also instigated: "It's just a game, don't think crookedly." ”

Huang Meihong and one of her children reluctantly agreed.

This book is derived from reading the rim