Restart the Flying Age

　　 With a direction, the rest is much simpler.

　　 edited the article "Choice is More Important than Effort" several times. Wu Tao still feels unsafe, so he just writes another article, a double insurance!

　　 Anyway, there are many similar articles and paragraphs in his mind. All are the benefits of the Internet information big bang era. As long as he organizes and refines carefully and uses his pen power, it should be no problem to write a hundred and eighty articles.

　　 After thinking about it for a while, he put up a pen and wrote a title: The story of a drop of honey...

　　 At three o'clock on Sunday afternoon, Wu Tao launched the 28th gang.

　　 Zhang Huilan had to take time out to choose rice and prepare ingredients for her son.

　　 "Why are you leaving so early today?"

　　 "Go and do something early."

　　 Zhang Huilan poured out the sand selected from the rice, put the japonica rice into the rice bag and said, "What happened yesterday, did you blame your mother?"

　　 "Mom, what can you say? Since you could agree to my high school entrance examination yesterday, how can I be relieved of the past? Besides, I am so much older than Xiao Jiang, how can I really care about him?"

　　 Zhang Huilan always feels that the boss is more considerate and sensible, so when the mother and son communicate, they are not good at words, not even a word of praise.

　　 Wu Tao doesn't feel disappointed, because this is the character of the old lady, he has long been used to it.

　　 After a while, Zhang Huilan took out the grass eggs that had been accumulated for a period of time from the house, and stuffed it into the rice bag.

　　 Wu Tao hurriedly stopped and said, "Mom, I should leave these to Xiao Jiang."

　　 "Don't worry, Xiao Jiang will take a bite." As he said, he still had to stuff it hard.

"Xiao Jiang filed a complaint with me last night, saying that he hadn't eaten eggs in a month." Wu Tao smiled: "You can stay. During these days, the family sericulture and farmers are busy rushing. Xiao Jiang can't even eat. , Let him make up for these."

　　 Zhang Huilan smiled and put down the egg, then took out a big unity from her pocket. Ten dollars, this is pocket money for two weeks.

　　 Wu Tao confiscated, patted his pocket and said, "Grandpa gave me twenty, which is enough."

　　 pushed the twenty-eight bars out of the courtyard, Wu Jiang and the black egg appeared from the next door Aunt Hua's house.

　　 "Brother, your cooking is delicious, I will wait until you come back next time to cook it for me!" Wu Jiang shouted from a distance.

　　 Wu Tao grinned and cursed, "You are a foodie!"

　　 The black egg stubbornly chased up, holding two hot boiled eggs in his little hand, and stuffed it into Wu Tao's bag and said, "Brother Tao, I will be like you in the future, taking high school entrance exams and going to college!"

　　 Wu Tao quickly took out the two eggs from the bag, intending to return the black egg, but the black egg has already ran away: "My mother specially cooked it for you."

　　 Through the black egg's back, she saw Aunt Hua leaning against her door.

　　 Aunt Flower is still that Aunt Flower, too stubborn not to owe any favors. I left the black eggs for a meal last night, and today I will repay the fortress with two eggs.

　　 Twenty minutes later, Wu Tao pushed the car and slid into the water conservancy station compound. We said hello to Uncle Tang, unloaded the rice grains and put them in the room. Without even wiping sweat, we went straight to the school.

　　 At half past three, there were already twos and threes of classmates in the classroom.

　　 Wu Tao knew that An Rong must be here. She lives in the district government compound and has someone to take care of her. She doesn't need to go home to collect dry food and money. As for reunion with her parents, both of her parents are very busy. If you want to reunite, you have to make an appointment first.

　　 After making a silent eye contact with An Rong, Wu Tao returned to his seat, took out the two manuscripts written last night, and read through it for the last time.

　　 In these two articles, Wu Tao is more confident about the story of a drop of honey.

　　 This honey's story was once excerpted by Huang Yi in Xun Qin Ji's novel. It has profound philosophies, and I believe it must be enough to impress the editor of the friend. As for whether Master Huang Yi will be entangled in this material when he writes the Chronicles of Searching for the Qin in the future, he doesn't care about it.

　　 "The story of a drop of honey, what is this?"

　　 Wu Tao was wondering for himself, but Zhao Li's voice suddenly rang in his ears.

　　 "When did you come, why is there no sound at all?"

　　 Zhao Li squeezed his hips over his back and entered the seat inside and said: "What are you doing with such a guilty conscience? What is this, composition?"

　　 Wu Tao did not answer, and he put away two manuscripts and said: "Why are you here so early? This is not in line with your style!"

　　 "Huh!" Zhao Li twitched her mouth, "I didn't listen to you, and broke up with my parents! At that house, I don't want to stay for a moment!"

　　 "If you don't agree, run away from home. You can do it!" Wu Tao tutted.

　　 "Then you have discussed with your family?"

　　 "Of course!" After Wu Tao finished speaking, he got up and walked towards An Rong.

　　 An Rong was surrounded by a group of female classmates, Yingying and Yanyan, it was so lively. Thanks to the gospel of nine-year compulsory education, there are still quite a few girls in junior high schools. Under the simple appearance, there is no shortage of beautiful embryos.

　　Listening to their words, they are all looking forward to the future.

　　 Some people have chosen high school and are looking forward to college life; some have filled up a teacher’s career, looking forward to the life of being a teacher; some people put Bao on a secondary school, looking forward to a lifetime of iron rice bowl life.

　　 There are more people, there is no choice at all. They have no second choice except to become a member of the southward migrant worker army...

Seeing Wu Tao coming over, a tall and thin girl smiled and joked: "Wu Tao~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I really envy you and An Rong for being able to go to Beijiang Middle School and fly together. Hey, it’s like us. Go south to work as a migrant girl..."

　　 An Rong has a thin face, pinching the soft flesh of the other's waist and smiling and cursing: "Die Tang Yan, you will know nonsense all day long!"

　　 Tang Yan repeatedly told Rao, An Rong let her go. Then he asked Wu Tao: "Are you busy?"

"Lend me a friend to have a look." Wu Tao responded to An Rong, but her eyes fell on Tang Yan. Her appearance was average, but her body frame was a rare standard. Her height of nearly 170 made her stand out from the crowd. , A pair of long legs is the golden ratio, which is basically a standard model figure.

　　 Thinking of this, Wu Tao said casually: "Tang Yan, on your terms, it's more than enough to be a model, and I definitely earn a lot of money. What a migrant girl is really too talented."

　　 Tang Yan was startled, rather embarrassed: "Really?"

"Um."

　　 An Rong pulled out a friend from the belly of the table, accidentally took out the book and dropped it on the ground. Wu Tao picked it up casually. It turned out to be the monthly magazine of "Popular Photography". With a heart move, I remembered that An Rong was a senior photography fan when she was in junior high school. Apart from my soulmate, the favorite to watch is popular photography.

　　 She didn't give up her hobby of photography until she was in high school, and instead sent her beloved camera to Wu Tao.

　　 In the days that followed, Wu Tao accompanied the camera and inadvertently developed almost professional photography skills.

　　 It is said that photography is poor for three generations, and SLR ruins a lifetime. After joining the work, Wu Tao no longer has the energy to fiddle with it. The camera can only be shelved as a kind of memory.

　　 "By the way, Rong Rong, has the sample you submitted to Popular Photography been accepted?" Tang Yan asked, looking at Popular Photography.

　　 An Rong said with a sullen expression: "No, it's too difficult~"