Chapter 30

As a result, the work of the writers' Association of this year's high school students has reached a new high.

Although they are not famous writers, they still have a little attainments in literature. At least they can judge whether the articles are good or bad.

Because it is an open-ended topic, every article has been carefully read, and then find a resonance point. If you think it is OK, then go to the next link of review, of course, "Oh?"

"I'm very curious to be able to enter any article of the old fa Yan." A young man in the office came to the old man's side in high spirits and read it over his head. Then he showed the same expression, even exaggeration.

"It's more than excellent."

"It's just... It's perfect!" The young man said, "I'm sure this article will be in the top ten!"

"Alas

"Don't jump to conclusions. This is just the beginning. Who can know what happens next." The old man said with a smile: "you boy hurry to complete your task, careful next year's evaluation title does not have your share."

"Yes

As the saying goes,

young people have joined the intense work.

However, the quiet atmosphere did not last too long, one after another good news spread throughout the office, these good news is nothing more than this article is good, that article is good.

There were also strange words, such as how this guy got into the players.

With the passage of time,

the spirit of the public has reached the limit. Most of the contestants' articles are the same. Looking at the old wine in new bottles or the articles in old bottles over and over again, you will feel broken.

Of course,

not all the contestants' works are like this. One of them is Yang Xiaoman. Her works have been highly praised by all of them. Although they are similar in style to others, their feelings are more delicate.

Read her works, there is a sense of healing, instant can wash off those tired body.

"What's the name of the sleeping man?" Asked a member of the writers' Association.

"It's like..."

"it's like Xu or something."

"Xu mang!"

"Yes, yes, that's him, Xu mang."

People in the writers' Association appreciate Xu Mang, not because of his works, but because of his courage and courage. He was able to sleep on such an occasion. He still sleeps so soundly, which was not before or after.

"Say..."

"did Xu mang leave any works during the competition Asked the young man before.

Yeah!

Look at this man's work.

Soon,

Xu Mang's works appeared in front of the public. First of all, the first impression was passable. The words were not very beautiful. At least they could be understood. The typesetting was also regular and had no characteristics.

As for the content...

when people present looked at Xu Mang's works, their expression gradually became strange and their breath began to be short.

The title is called "love and fire", without any change. In general, such a topic can not get resonance because it is too lazy... Even serious topics are too lazy to choose. Is this content well written?

Perhaps in the dark,

all the people present pay more attention to the content, and the topic... Is not so important.

Because it was written by Xu mang.

The story is about a father and son. They are strange. The father is made of wood, while the son is made of metal. The son's life comes from a small stove in his body. Therefore, the son needs to eat wood constantly to survive.

The father made a windmill toy for his child, but his son ate a fan leaf in one bite. Instead of blaming his son, the father indulged him more.

As the son grew up, the furniture at home was becoming scarce. The son almost saw what to eat, while the father repaired the broken furniture. Until finally, the father's repair speed could not keep up with his son's appetite.

There were only a few beams left in the family. The son did not hesitate to eat the beams, and the house collapsed...

the father looked at the ruins and felt sad. He was indifferent to how his son dealt with him. The son was helpless and sad, but he could not control his appetite.

Thunder rises,

rain falls.

The father woke up with a start, but found that his son was missing. When the rainstorm came, the father was very worried. He saw smoke rising not far away.

It's the son,

the furnace in the son's body went out and he died.

Father is very desperate, he found from the ruins of a toy for his son, missing a blade of the windmill.

At this time,

the wind howled and drove the windmill. My father looked at the spinning windmill and thought of something.The windmill replaced the stove. With the wind, my son lived...

it's all over.

The people present were deeply shocked. Although it was only telling a story from the beginning to the end, the story was memorable, especially the ending, which was not that the father sacrificed himself to save his son, although... It can also be written.

But obviously not as perfect as the ending now, what is love? Love is not unlimited tolerance, unlimited indulgence, and even less unlimited indulgence, which only makes the son feel that everything is taken for granted.

Finally,

the full text does not give out what love is, but the Writers Association members have already understood it.

Love,

is an existence that pays and rewards equally. Only when the flame of desire is extinguished, can one get true love.

"What do you think of it?" "How do you feel compared to other works?" the old man asked

"I don't know."

"But one thing I understand... If this work is not the first, I will hang myself." The young man beside the old man said firmly.

This was recognized by all the people present.

"Alas

"I heard that Xu mang was expelled from school!"

One's words made the members of the writers' Association wake up from their dreams. The old man frowned and said angrily, "how can the principal be such a student who has been expelled? Is it because you sleep during the game? "

The identity of the old man is not simple. He is not only the chairman of the municipal writers' Association, but also the representative of the city's public opinion. He is determined to promote the improvement of the cultural literacy of primary and secondary school students in the city, and tap some students with literary potential. Now a Xu mang has finally emerged, and he is expelled from the school.

"You go on, I'll go to Lao he." The old man dropped a word and left here.

Laohe, the elder, is the head of the city's Education Bureau. The relationship between the two is quite different. It is said that they have known each other for more than 50 years.

Looking at the old man's leaving, the members of the writers' Association couldn't help laughing bitterly. They were all in their 70s, and their temper was still so grumpy. It was understandable that the headmaster expelled Xu mang. After all, the incident was so serious that the public opinion on the Internet was one-sided and reasonable.

"Forget it. Let's go on."

"Do you think... Is there anything better than Xu Mang's works?"

"Er... There should be no more. I think Yang Xiaoman has the highest quality except Xu Mang, but the two are more perfect than Xu."

"I feel the same way."

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