Mr.Gu,Wanna have a baby?

The weekend passed quickly.

On Monday, it rained again and the air was wet and cold.

Sheng Tang, wrapped in a thick down jacket, saw Gu shiting at the school gate.

Gu shiting nodded to her gently: "good morning."

Sheng Tang laughed: "good morning."

Her smile was simple and perfunctory. Gu shiting didn't understand how she could be so clear in school, as if she didn't know him.

It's great acting.

If his sister had such good acting skills, she would not have been scolded all day long.

Gu shiting's stomach Fei his sister, umbrella walking behind Sheng Tang, eyes have been on her body.

Her hair was very long, longer than when she had just known her, and it was like a green satin falling behind her like a waterfall.

There was a girl who ran forward quickly and put her arms around Sheng Tang and squeezed under her umbrella.

It's Sheng Tang's friend Jiang Baochu.

Gu shiting looked at them, quickened his pace and went to his teaching building.

"Sheng Tang, I'm so worried." Jiang Baochu's whole body lies on Sheng Tang's body.

She was very thin, wearing heavy clothes, carrying a schoolbag, and not much weight.

Sheng Tang let her lean on: "what's the matter?"

"Again? Do I worry every day? "

"Is it not your mantra that you are worried to death?" Sheng Tang asked.

Jiang Baochu: "seems to be the case.

She was very careless: "No. It's really sad this time. Mr. Qiu Sheng passed away. "

Sheng Tang: "who?"

"Who?" Jiang Baochu was more surprised than her, "how did you come here when you were a child? More than 500 episodes of the cartoon "moon watching Fox" have been shot. We have seen it since childhood. It is the adaptation of Mr. Qiu's works. "

Sheng Tang's voice.

She really did not know what kind of cartoon in the world. She grew up watching Cucurbita pepo when she was a child.

"How old is he?"

"91 years old."

"It's joy and sorrow to live a long life like that. Why worry?" Sheng Tang asked.

, Chiang Bao Chu, "the chief editor asked me to write a fairy tale to commemorate the old man and put it on my official account. I don't want to, but I can't

Sheng Tang loves nothing.

During the class, Jiang Baochu went from reading in the morning to leaving school in the afternoon. He didn't sleep at noon.

Just before school, she finally wrote a three thousand word fairy tale for Sheng Tang to see.

Sheng Tang took it over and looked at it. He thought it was like paste. The story was childish and not interesting. He just taught it with fairy tales.

"In order." Sheng Tang said, "it's good to teach children to guard against bad guys."

Jiang Baochu breathed a sigh of relief.

Sheng Tang thinks it's OK, so it's OK. Finally, he can hand over the work.

She sent it to the editor in chief.

She waited for a reply from the editor in chief.

As a result, the next morning in class, the editor in chief information bombed her, saying that this is not possible, too old-fashioned, and boring.

With the development of fairy tales for so many years, preaching fairy tales have long been despised as worthless.

It's a poor fairy tale of eighteen.

Jiang Baochu seemed to have suffered such a great setback for the first time. He could not help crying on the table.

Sheng Tang comforted her: "not much."

"What should I do? I write other things very well, just this fairy tale!" Jiang Baochu sobbed, "I have no inspiration now, no inspiration at all."

"Think again." Sheng Tang said, "take your time. Don't worry."

After crying, Jiang Baochu began to look at other fairy tales for inspiration.

She wrote for the next three days. Her homework was not taught, and her class was not good.

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