"You're too ruthless, don't you, do you really want me to bake sweet potatoes for you for a lifetime? However, you also promised to marry me. He stuffed a bunch of freshly roasted sweet potatoes into my mouth, and I immediately blew on the air, I will not be eighteen years old until one year and three months, and before that, you don't want to kidnap Lori!

Towards the end of the first semester of my junior year of high school, I fell in love with a boy in the class, he was very handsome, tall, and still the class president! I had a crush on him for a long time, and when my high school career was coming to an end, I mustered up the courage to write six full pages of love letters, stuffed them into his drawer, and waited for him to hear from him with joy. However, his reaction really poured cold water on me, he said, Xiaoxi, I'm sorry, we are really not suitable, I grew up in the city, and you ......

In a word, it condensed into a needle and pierced my heart mercilessly, only to feel that the air around me was terrifyingly cold, cold from head to toe. I heard a few people hiding in the corner and snickering.

Wei Chenglin came out of nowhere, he showed the usual evil smile to the boy, and smiled mysteriously, do you really think that the news is courting you? She just took a fancy to your family's money, so she could buy her a lot of sweet potatoes.

Sometimes, he was too handsome, took my hand, and let's go, let's eat sweet potatoes.

"Well, eat sweet potatoes." I held back my tears and didn't look back.

I am grateful to Wei Chenglin, who helped me keep my dignity and let me leave a stubborn back under the gaze of everyone. At the beginning of 2008, when the south encountered a sudden heavy snow and ice, I gnawed off 20 strings of sweet potatoes and thin beads of sweat appeared on my head. In order to tell everyone that I, the news, have never liked a certain man at all, and that is just a joke I made because of gluttony.

After that, it was the final sprint of the third year of high school, which didn't change much for me, but on the night before the college entrance examination, I ate the sweet potato feast made by Wei Chenglin, sweet potato puree, roasted dried sweet potato, sweet potato mixed with porridge, ......, by the way, there are no sweet potatoes in summer, only dried sweet potatoes in the sun. Then, the next day, I was shocked in the examination room, and I answered the paper calmly, because I knew that the sweet potato I ate last night would be able to express my infinite divine power.

In July, I received an admission letter from a famous university, and the whole village was so happy that I took the admission letter and ran to Wei Chenglin's house at the speed of running the Olympics. Word by word, this is the admission letter of a certain university, you write down the name of the school, prepare your luggage, report with me to that university a month later, and continue to roast sweet potatoes for me every day, and you are not allowed to charge money!

Wei Chenglin collapsed to the ground for a while, and suddenly he was full of joy again, and asked in vain, Xiaoxi, you are 18 years old, and you said that you want to marry me.

I said, if the sweet potatoes you roasted taste good in the four years of college, I can consider it.

……

Ye Yipeng interrupted the conversation in time, and said to the assistant with a smile, this person has been hypnotized, right?

The assistant smiled.

The little girl walked in, dressed in a cotton skirt and with a light smile on her face.

"I slept so well!"

The bright sunlight softly filtered through the thick glass window and went straight into someone's bedroom.

Immediately afterwards, an arm stretched out leisurely, breaking the "quilt" out, and then, the pink brocade blanket was suddenly lifted, and a hazy awakened plain face suddenly glowed with the same look.

Someone suddenly remembered that today is the seventh day of the new year, and the QQ signature of the editor of the big pig reads: In the annual leave, the seventh day of the new year officially started.

Yang Momo breathed a deep sigh of relief, and kept reminding herself to be calm and calm. She climbed out of bed, didn't bother to eat breakfast, so she quickly turned on the computer, a light slowly appeared on the screen, she moved the mouse with trembling hands, and finally logged in to the 163 mailbox, there were 13 unread letters. She took a breath, this must be a reply from the editor of the big pig, this pig is quite responsible, there is a reply to each letter, Yang Momo thought, 13 manuscripts! One article a day, she is not so diligent in writing essays. There's always going to be an article that will be chosen, right?

The editor of the big pig is the editor of the current youth influence magazine "Futu", the gender is unknown, the age is very mysterious, a year ago Yang Momo just learned to use the mailbox to submit, she has always thought that she is very literary and artistic, she can't wait to show her scholarly atmosphere, so she wrote a lot of manuscripts, one by one to the editor's mailbox, but this send is probably a stone, only an editor named "Big Pig" gave him a very inspirational reply-

"Hello:

The manuscript has been received and read, I feel that it is not suitable for my journal to publish, I attach a letter of invitation from my journal, I hope it will be helpful for your future submission, thank you. I wish you good health.

"Futu" editor Big Head Pig"

At that time, Yang Momo was so happy, the editor of "Futu" actually asked her for a manuscript! The big pig manuscript affirmed that her manuscript is still very "literary", but it is not suitable for "Futu". During that time, she held the "Futu" magazine she bought from the bookstall every day, studied its writing style over and over again, and then wrote according to that style herself, I don't know if I don't read it, Big Pig is not only an editor, but also an excellent writer, and there are several very sensational and literary works in the book that are from her hands, but, tragically, Yang Momo voted a few more articles, and got the original reply.

Unwilling, unwilling, the rejection letter will only make her more and more courageous. Yang Momo finally clicked on the letter, the first letter, the reply was-

"Hello:

The manuscript has been received and read, I feel that it is not suitable for my journal to publish, I attach a letter of invitation from my journal, I hope it will be helpful for your future submission, thank you. I wish you good health.

"Futu" editor Big Head Pig"

In a hurry, she opened the second one, which was still the same, the third and fourth...... Jesus! The entire thirteen manuscripts were all the same rejections. She collapsed weakly on the couch, wanting to cry without tears.

Big pigs, dead pigs, stupid pigs, pigs' heads...... All the words she could think of about swearing were dug up.

"When I proudly publish a short story or a long story, which makes a sensation in the Chinese literary world, I will definitely let you die a good death." Angry and annoyed, she simply lay down on the sofa and continued to sleep.

It is necessary to explain here that Yang Yang's pride is not a typo, but the pen name used by Yang Momo when he submitted his paper.

Yang Momo has always felt that she has literary and artistic cells, but why has not been published for so long in the manuscript, if this matter is spread, where will her flower-like face go?

When I went to school, I found that there was a crowd under a certain propaganda board, and I didn't care about the excitement, so I hurriedly rushed to the 11th class of the second year of high school. BT School opened in a hurry on the ninth day of the first lunar month, probably Comrade Marx was in a hurry to reincarnate!

He Yiyi was the only one left in the class sitting in his seat in a daze.

"Alas, alas......"

"Don't read today?" She looked up and looked at the big clock hanging in the center of the wall, strange, it was seven :15, and there should be a lot of students coming at this time.

"It's weird, today is the first day of school." He Yiyi leaned on the table weakly, his big eyes revealing the helplessness of seeing through the red dust, "Did you read what the propaganda board said, in today's second Chinese class, the Chinese teacher has something to do temporarily, so he asked Zhu Yiheng, a senior in the first class of the third year of high school, to substitute for the teacher." ”

Yang Momo was speechless, "Is this kind of trivial matter on the propaganda board?" In her impression, most of what is written on the propaganda board is that so-and-so leaders go to the school to inspect, and so-and-so teachers have moral education and so on.

A certain woman suddenly looked like she had been electrocuted, and her face was radiant.

"Senior Zhu Yiheng is not a mortal...... she paused, she felt that her words were inappropriate, and further explained, "He is a strong figure in our school's liberal arts class, he published his own long story at the age of 16, and opened a column in a number of youth magazines, and has published more than 5 million words so far, and he is still a special editor of the magazine, and his academic performance has never been lower than the top three in the year......

Yang Momo didn't have the heart to listen to her, if she also published an article one day and became famous, she would definitely be more beautiful than her seniors, but she thought sadly, why was her manuscript always rejected? She couldn't help but have a few words of rejection from the editor of the big pig in her head, and she couldn't help but feel cold all over her body, it was terrible! It's horrible!

Most of the students who went out to see the propaganda board had already entered the classroom, and many girls were still shyly smiling, talking about hearing that Senior Zhu Yiheng was not only very talented but also handsome, and the most important thing was that he was currently single.

The first class was a math class, and the poor math teacher tore her throat to explain the "definition of a conic curve ellipse", and inadvertently glanced at the expressions of the girls in the class - although they were all in a fugue, their basic movements were mostly the same, holding their chins with both hands, and whispering with affection, Senior Zhu Yiheng, Senior Zhu Yiheng......

A certain teacher has a black line.

Finally, when the bell rang crisply, a large number of girls rushed to the toilet.

Yang Momo originally planned to go to the toilet, but looking at this posture, it is estimated that it is not an exaggeration to queue for 15 minutes, probably because she drank too much water in the morning, so she is urgent?

He Yiyi glanced at her: "People go to the toilet for a purpose." ”

Then, she finally knew what the purpose was, and saw a girl wearing eyeshadow and a sexy bodysuit.

Yang Momo rubbed her eyes, could she have seen it wrong, isn't that the representative of the Chinese class, Xiaohua? She remembered that Xiaohua was wearing a school uniform before she went to the toilet just now, why did she get all over her body as soon as she went to the toilet?

After staying for a few seconds, she finally understood that her feelings were that she heard that Senior Zhu Yiheng was going to give a lecture, so she was rushing to the toilet to dress up?

9：15。

The girls stared at him closely, as if they were afraid that if they were not careful, they would lose it.

Yang Momo has always been uninterested in handsome guys, and even despises the so-called writer in front of him who eats by "hue", doesn't it often be said in the report, now literature is becoming more and more sluggish, some people rely on a little white face, can write a few words, and then become popular.

Zhu Yiheng is the best example, what is the meaning of this kind of little white-faced class?

Sleep sleep!

I don't know how long it took, Yang Momo vaguely felt that someone was stabbing her, and subconsciously raised her head, just in time to meet Zhu Yiheng's clear eyes, and she lost her mind, and the tips of her ears were slightly drunk.

He Yiyi whispered, Yang Momo, you are dead, you were sleeping and talking in your dreams just now.