Chapter 30: Xu Mang's works

　　 The contestants of this high school composition contest have reached a record high, so the workload of approval and scoring is relatively large. This time it is a member of the Writers Association of this city.
　　 Although it is not a famous writer, these people still have a little knowledge of literature, at least they can judge whether the article is good or bad.
　　Because it is an open-ended topic, every article is carefully read, and the resonance is found. If you think it is possible, then enter the next stage of review, of course, the first step of the eliminated works will be reviewed.
　　 The procedure is a bit cumbersome, but because of the cumbersomeness, it is worthy of the students who participated in the competition. After all, this is their painstaking effort.
"Ok!"
　　 "Not bad, not bad." An uncle read a student's article and nodded and praised: "This student wrote very well, the best I have seen so far."
"Oh?"
　　 "I'm very curious to be able to enter the article of the old Fa's eyes." A young man in the office came to the old man with enthusiasm, read it with his head, and then showed the same expression, even exaggerating.
　　 "This is more than outstanding!"
　　 "It's just... it's perfect!" the young man said, "I'm sure that this article will be in the top ten!"
"Ugh!"
"Don't jump to conclusions. This is just the beginning. Who knows what will happen next." The old man said with a smile: "You kid hurry up to complete your task, and be careful that next year's appraisal title is no longer yours. ."
　　 "Yes!"
　　The words fall,
　　 Young people joined the intense work.
　　 However, the quiet atmosphere did not last long. One after another good news spread throughout the office. The good news is nothing more than this article is good, that article is good.
　　 There have also been strange words, such as how this guy got into the players.
As time goes by,
　　 Everyone’s spirit has reached its limit. Most of the contestants’ articles are the same. Looking at articles about old wine in new bottles, or articles about old wine in old bottles over and over again and again, I will feel broken.
of course,
　　 Not all of the contestants’ works are like this. One of them is Yang Xiaoman. Her work has received unanimous praise from everyone. Although it is similar in style to others, it is emotional... but the emotions in the text are more delicate.
　　 Reading her works, there is a feeling of healing, which can instantly wash away those tiredness.
　　 "What is the name of the sleeping person?" a member of the writers' association asked.
　　 "It seems..."
　　 "It seems to be called Xu or something."
　　 "Xu Mang!"
　　 "Yes, it's him, Xu Mang."
Everyone in the Writers Association still appreciates Xu Mang, not because of his works, but because of his courage to be able to sleep on such occasions and sleep so soundly. There is no before, and there will be no in the future.
　　 "Speaking..."
　　 "This classmate named Xu Mang, did he leave any work during the competition?" the young man asked before.
　　 Right!
　　 See how this person’s work is.
　　 soon,
　　 Xu Mang’s work appeared in front of everyone. First of all, the first impression was decent, the characters were not very beautiful, at least they could be understood, and the typesetting...they were quite well-formed, without any special features.
　　 As for the content...
　　 The people present looked at Xu Mang's work, their expressions gradually became weird, and their breathing slowly began to rush.
The title is called "Love and Fire", and no changes have been made. Under normal circumstances, such a title cannot be resonated because it is too lazy... I don’t even bother to take the title of the seriousness. Is it well written?
　　 Maybe in the dark,
　　Everyone present pays more attention to the content inside, the topic...not that important.
　　 Because this is written by Xu Mang.
　　The story is about a father and son. The father and son are strange. The father is made of wood and the son is made of metal. The son's life comes from a small stove in his body, so the son needs to eat wood to survive.
　　 The father made a windmill toy for the child, but the son ate a fan leaf in one bite. The father did not blame the son, but spoiled him even more.
　　 The son grew up day by day, and the furniture in the home gradually became scarce. The son almost saw what to eat, while the father repaired the furniture that the son had eaten. In the end, the father's repair speed could not keep up with the son's appetite.
　　 There were only a few beams left in the house. The son did not hesitate and ate the beams too. The house collapsed...
　　 The father looked at the ruins, feeling a little sad. He sat on the side and was indifferent to his son. The son was helpless and sad, but he could not control his appetite.
　　雷起，
　　 Rain falls.
　　 The father woke up, but found that his son was gone. When the heavy rain came, the father was very anxious. He saw smoke rising not far away.
　　 is a son,
　　 The stove in his son went out and he died.
　　 The father was desperate. He found a toy he gave his son from the ruins, a windmill missing a fan.
at this time,
　　 The squally gust of wind drove the windmill. My father looked at the turning windmill and thought of something.
　　 The windmill replaced the stove, and with the wind, my son lived...
　　 This is the end of everything.
The people present were deeply shocked. Although they were only telling a story from beginning to end, the story was very memorable, especially its ending. It was not that the father sacrificed himself to save his son, although... write.
　　 But obviously not as perfect as this ending, what is love? Love is not infinite tolerance, infinite pampering, and even more infinite indulgence. This will only make the son take everything for granted.
At last,
　　 The full text also doesn't give out what love is, but the members of the Writers Association have already understood it.
Love,
　　 is an existence that pays and rewards are equal. Only when the flame of desire is extinguished, the true love is obtained.
　　 "You...what do you think?" the old man asked: "Compared with other works, how do you feel about UU reading www.uukanshu.com?"
"I do not know."
　　 "But I understand one thing...If this work is not the first, I will hang myself." The young man beside the old man said firmly.
at this point,
　　 got the approval of everyone present.
"Ugh!"
　　 "I heard that Xu Mang was expelled from school!"
　　 A sentence from someone made the members of the Writers Association wake up like a dream. Among them, the old man frowned and yelled: "How did this schoolmaster become such a student who was expelled? Is it because he slept 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 a representative of public opinion. He is determined to promote the improvement of the cultural literacy of the city’s primary and middle school students and tap some students with literary potential. Expelled.
　　 "You continue, I'll go to Lao He." The old man dropped a word and left here.
　　 The "Old He" mentioned by the old man is the number one in the Education Bureau of this city. The relationship between the two is unusual. I heard that they have known each other for more than 50 years.
The members of the Writers Association looked at the old man’s leaving back and couldn’t help laughing. They were all over 70 years old. They were still so irritable. It was excusable for the headmaster to expel Xu Mang. After all, the trouble was so big. Public opinion on the Internet is one-sided and totally reasonable.
　　 "Leave it alone, let's continue."
　　 "You said... Is there anything better than Xu Mang's work?"
　　 "Uh...it should be gone. I think Yang Xiaoman is the highest quality besides Xu Mang, but compared to the two...Xu Mang is more perfect."
"I think so."
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