In the past two weeks, Tian Xiaoxia was a little disordered. She just saw that she was unusual, and she felt strange and shocked.

It's not that his appearance has changed -the appearance does change, but the main change is not his appearance.

He is still as melancholy as he was in middle school, and his clothes were as bad as that at that time. However, unlike the past, he had begun to live independently, think independently, and chose a difficult road to struggle.

To be honest, although she looked at this person in another way and thought that there were many unusual things on his body, after going to college, she seemed to determine that Sun Shaoping would not escape the fate of most rural students in the end:

In the vast world, they are happy.

Now the rural policy is wide. People like Shaoping must be outstanding figures among the farmers. Maybe they will get rich and become the envy of the villagers. Remember that when she graduated from high school, she also said to him.

I hope that he will never become a secular farmer. He is full of food, with a cricket on his shoulders.

For this reason, in the two years when Shaoping returned to the village, she kept sending books to him, and tried to remind him not to lose his ideals ... Later, she gradually realized that the actual life was cold ... Although Tian Xiaoxia inferred this so in inference,

Sun Shaoping's future destiny, but because of the deep friendship in middle school, after going to college, she was not ready to break the connection with Shao Ping.

It was only after she wrote to him a year ago, he did not reply to her again, and she seemed to feel some kind of liberation in the regret. She would not forget the friend of this teenager in her life;

In the future, I will not even meet him anymore. At best, I just have a deep -impressed friend in my memory ...

But this unexpected reunion made Tian Xiaoxia from his talk, knowing that this is already a person who has a unique understanding of life. To this end, she is looking forward to this meeting.

It is not enough to see his changes, Tian Xiaoxia faintly expects that Sun Shaoping can bring her more surprises.

For this reason, at 5 pm, she came here early, and even secretly lay on the broken windows of the cave dwarf, peeping into the rotten window of the cave. She wanted to know the environment of Shaoping's current life.

Although the kiln cave was dilapidated, she cleaned it up. It was completely different from the kind of messy look she saw in the school at school. It was even more different from the results she had observed on the construction site of the Gonghan in the past few days.

The bedding with patch is neatly stacked. There is an old table near the window. There are a few books on the table.

The life of the Italian Revolutionary Party, I heard him talk about it last time, and borrowed it from Teacher Jia Bing.

There are still some draft paper under the book, and some words can be seen faintly. His words seem to be much better than when he was in high school.

There are two chairs in front of the desk, and there are simple kitchenware next to him. He usually cooks by himself? Maybe you can bring me order next time to make it with him? Tian Xiaoxia looks at the watch, and now it seems too late to buy food.

Make her a little regret.

However, this kind of regret did not last long. After a while, the person who waited for her returned. She was dressed in a tattered worker, holding some cooked food in her hand, and vegetables.

It seemed that the two of us thought of going together, Tian Xiaoxia was full of joy, and quickly greeted him, Shen Long smiled and handed her the thing in his hand, and then opened the door with the key. I can go back and clean up the clothes that don't fit my identity, but this is purely because of politeness! "

Tian Xiaoxia liked this humor, and raised the steamed buns in his hand. "I'll cook, let's eat first!"

"Come on me." Shen Long Ma slipped fire and burned firewood and began to stir -fry. There was a bit of fireworks in the cave. Tian Xiaoxia was not idle. He squatted in the corner to help burn the fire. From time to time, he asked him some recent situation.

"Sometimes I feel that no matter how powerful a writer, I can't write the original charm of life ..." Shen Long told the story of radish flowers and spiritual incense. "This rich feeling can only be shaped by life itself. Any text looks pale and weak in front of this. "

Tian Xiaoxia was also moved by this story. Although the school is now in love, it is still strictly guarding the death, but there are still people who talked sneaky among her classmates. What about the temptation? There are many of them who are sad because of falling in love.

But compared with the radish flowers, their feelings are a bit light. This is love. Whether it is in that social class, no matter whether there is culture, love can always produce beautiful and sad flowers.

"You can observe this and transfer it to me in such a vivid language. I think you already have the potential to become a writer." Tian Xiaoxia commented. At this time, after she did not want to become a writer, he could improve it. Her social status, so that she can greatly walk on the street with herself. She just exudes a pure emotion.

"The hardships and pains of the Loess Plateau have precipitated for thousands of years, and there are countless stories that have been remained far away. They can grow up in this environment. If you can realize these, you have the potential to become a writer." Shen Long laughed and laughed. Answer, the ramny puts the vegetables into the bowl.

"Really?!" Tian Xiaoxia stood excitedly and asked, "Where is it? What are you writing? I want to see it now!"

"Just on the table, the book was pressed under the book! Just wrote a beginning. If you look at it, don't laugh at me for a while!" Shen Long pointed at the table and said, "Oh, the kiln cave is a bit dark, but I haven't pulled it yet. Radio, you can click the oil lamp! "

"Just listen to those who you said just now, it is definitely not bad to write." Tian Xiaoxia walked to the desk and returned again. He took a burning fine firewood light fuel lamp from the stove hole.

Through the fire light swaying from the oil lamp, the draft paper pressed under the book was turned over, and it has written about three or four pages and two thousand characters. It seems to be a novel.
Chapter completed!