Restart the Flying Age

　　 It wasn't until a classmate from another class came to Wu Tao to sign with a brand-new soulmate magazine, and he didn't know how much impact his publication of the article had brought.

　　 But this kind of attention, he is not used to it, let alone enjoyment.

　　 Fortunately, he estimated that the shipment volume of soulmates in Binhu District should be very limited, and this kind of attention will not last long.

　　 However, this time he was wrong.

　　 Even if there is no soulmate magazine, there are other things that can be signed and have to be signed, such as classmates.

　　 The first one to record with her classmates was a girl with freckles. She was very anxious and full of expectations.

　　 There is a portrayal of courage on his blushing cheeks.

　　 "Wu Tao, classmate for three years, can you leave me a message?"

　　 Parting words? Wu Tao was stunned. After being reborn, he had been racing against time to rewrite his destiny, but he had neglected that this was a parting season.

　　 The shortest period is 16 days, and the longest one month later, these faces around me will be permanently sealed in memory.

　　 Including the freckled girl in front of me.

　　A separation means eternity.

　　 And the present days are the last time they get together.

　　 Three years of getting along with each other day and night, the laughter and joy of the past, gathered into a joyous song, echoed in my mind, over and over again.

　　 Rich melancholy.

　　Only with good expectations for the future can we dilute.

　　 Let's meet for ten, twenty years, then we will meet again.

　　You at that time, I at that time, will miss us who are young and young at this moment...

　　 When Wu Tao was lost, the girl silently took away the notebook. She thought Wu Tao's silence was cold and rejection. She was very sad, but she didn't dare to show it on her face; she was disappointed, but she didn't dare to say it.

"and many more!"

　　The deep eyes of the girl with freckles suddenly turned bright.

　　 "Zhang Yan, I haven't written yet, why did you take it away?"

"I thought..." In Zhang Yan's whistling voice, Wu Tao slid freely between his pens: "Remember that you were the first classmate I met on the day I entered the journal. At that time, your smile was as gorgeous as a flower of friendship, and you will always remember me. Heart……"

　　 Zhang Yan was so excited that she murmured: "Do you remember, do you remember..."

　　 "Of course I remember!" Wu Tao signed the name, and happily returned the book to the other party.

　　 A small spark instantly ignited the enthusiasm of boys and girls. Everyone conjured up all kinds of exquisite classmates, and generously handed them to friends, bad friends to write, or graffiti...

　　 However, Wu Tao's position is always the most popular corner of the class.

　　 With Zhao Li's temperament, he unwillingly assume the important task of maintaining order. She fanned Wu Tao with a scented bamboo fan in one hand, while checking for him.

　　 "What kind of broken book are you, this is the autograph of a future great writer! Go back and change it!"

　　 "You can't do it either!"

　　The short winter melon boy said timidly: "Sister, this book is brand new. It cost me five dollars, why not?"

　　 Zhao Li slid her waist and glared at him: "Your cover girl is too revealing!"

"what……"

　　 Until Shen Bohong walked into the classroom with a gloomy expression, everyone immediately strayed, and the noisy classroom immediately quieted down.

　　 "All the magazines that have been circulated just now, hand me in!"

　　 It's okay to sign the classmates, but it's going to happen in the magazine booth.

　　 In a blink of an eye, more than a dozen friends handed in.

　　 Old Shen took a look at the all-inclusive May 1995 issue. His brows suddenly frowned, at most four or five books on weekdays, this time it was a bit too much!

　　 Is it possible that the entrance examination is approaching, and these little rascals have all relaxed in advance and resigned to their fate?

　　 With doubts, Old Shen opened one of the books casually. The eye-catching crease made him turn to the cover article for the first time.

　　 [Standing at the crossroads of destiny: choice is more important than hard work]

　　 Author: The sound of the waves is still the same. Next to it was signed Wu Tao's handwritten name. Looking at the seal, it was obvious that it had just been signed.

　　 opened the second book, the same is true.

　　 Until the dozens of books were turned through, Old Shen found that all of them were written with Wu Tao's name. Think of the words that my proud student once said. A bold idea came into his mind. Could it be that he changed his mind after reading this article?

　　 But, it's not right.

　　 When Wu Tao changed his volunteers, this magazine hadn't been published yet!

　　 Is this article written by him? Reminiscent of the recent increase in the level of the other party's composition, all articles have reached the standard of the model essay, Shen Bohong has become more determined.

　　 "Wu Tao, come out with me!"

　　 at the corner outside the door.

　　 "Which article was yours?"

　　 Wu Tao nodded.

　　 Shen Bohong was very excited, but at the same time he couldn't help but worry: "I don't object to you writing and submitting articles like this, but if it affects the results of the high school entrance examination, then I must remind you to pay attention to distinguishing the priority!"

　　 "I know, Mr. Shen, it doesn't take much time to write the article, and the magazine has also reviewed the manuscript."

　　 "That's good, I will see your performance in the high school entrance examination two weeks later!"

The two returned to the classroom, and Shen Bohong took the top copy and said, "The rest, you can claim it yourself." After that, they left with their hands behind their backs~www.novelmt.com~ Seeing the old class leave, I feel good, the class Inside boiled again.

　　 At the same time, Jiangcheng Magazine.

　　 Wang Chao hurriedly walked into the editor-in-chief's room and handed a report: "Editor-in-chief, the distribution situation in this period is somewhat beyond expectations."

　　 Hu Xun glanced at the report and said, "It's just that 5% of the area is out of stock, which is within the normal range."

　　 "But the out-of-stock areas are all developed coastal cities or provincial capitals, which are very regular."

　　 After being mentioned by his subordinates, Hu Xun would stand up and say: "Contact the printing factory immediately and print 10%!"

　　 "Yes, I will do it now."

　　 Quiet long street, clear moonlight, only a few game rooms and video rooms show dim lights.

　　 An Rong took Wu Tao's arm, her sweet face filled with coziness.

　　 The straight road is empty and unoccupied, and it makes the two of them look like eighteen bends on the mountain road.

　　Because of this, I can go longer.

　　 "What do you want to do in the future, great writer?"

　　 Wu Tao smiled and shook his head.

　　 "Why?" An Rong was puzzled, her pretty face was full of seriousness: "With the potential you have shown now, you can rely on this business for food, and the income is high."

Wu Tao looked at the vast night sky, with a casual tone in his tone: "When I was a kid, I wanted to be a scientist to change the world; later, I also thought about being a policeman and a soldier to maintain world peace... until later, I did not I found out that, in fact, I can't change anything in this world. The only thing I can do is to take care of myself and the people I care about."

　　 "...So for them, I will do a lot of things. For example, use the manuscript fee to do business and start a company to make a lot of money. This is the best era and the worst era. We can't let it down in vain!"