Chapter 86 Looking for the Honey of Life

These days, it is not easy to go back to the mainland from Treasure Island.

There are no direct flights, not even flights that stop in Xiangjiang. But it's coming soon, around the end of this year.

Because in Wu Tao's impression, the two uncles in the previous life also returned to their hometown to visit their relatives at the end of 1995. At that time, they came with their families and took a stopover flight.

The old man hung up the phone, his face was flushed with joy, but he couldn't help sighing and talking about the separation of his flesh and blood back then.

In addition, a mid-autumn reunion dinner is enjoyable.

After dinner, Wu Tao received several calls.

Needless to say, An Rong and Gu Fei called. What surprised him most was Qin Xiaoxiao's crying pear blossoms with rain.

"Boss, I want to die..."

Wu Tao was anxious, "It's a big festival, what's going on?"

Qin Xiaoxiao's voice became a little drunk, "Boss, thanks to you, I am only a sophomore, and I have a good income. From a poor girl to a rich and beautiful girl, everyone in the school envies me. But how can I Do you feel more and more hopeless?"

"...with him in the past, although life was a bit difficult, he was very happy."

"...Since we broke up, I've been working hard every day to numb myself. But today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I finally can't pretend anymore when I see other people getting married!"

"...Boss, why do you think people are alive? Without love, no matter how much money I have, what is the use? Life is boring, life is boring..."

Wu Tao understood that this was stimulated by the festive atmosphere, and he began to ponder the relationship between money and love. And I didn't think it through clearly, thinking myself into a dead end.

To put it bluntly, you have money, so start working!

This kind of thinking is very unstable, and it is also the biggest obstacle to Qin Xiaoxiao's growth into an independent leader.

Emergency medicine.

Wu Tao did not try to persuade and comfort him earnestly.

Instead, the voice became colder and reached Qin Xiaoxiao's ears through the telephone line, which was particularly refreshing.

"Go read an article, the June 1995 issue of Zhiyin's cover article, 'The Story of a Drop of Honey'. After reading it, if you still don't understand, then go to hell. Don't worry, I won't stop you, just I will confiscate the business commission bonus that should be paid to you, and then replace it with a more beautiful beauty as the marketing director."

Didi hung up on the phone.

Qin Xiaoxiao's drunkenness immediately woke up more than half, the boss told me to die, what kind of routine is this?

Today, I was in love with the scene, drank some wine, unknowingly a little hopeless, unable to cheer up.

The purpose of making this call was to seek enlightenment, because Qin Xiaoxiao felt that only her boss might understand her.

After all, Wu Tao has experienced the whole process of growing up and breaking up, and he is still such a talented boy with potential.

In the end, he actually let himself die?

etc! Before he told himself to die, he read an article first.

Published on Zhiyin? I never read that kind of street stall magazine before.

Could it be that the boss doesn't care about a company veteran like himself? Otherwise, no matter how much he tried to persuade him, he would not persuade him. Whether it was from a friend or a subordinate, he should persuade him. How can anyone advise people to die?

Qin Xiaoxiao gritted her silver teeth and clenched her fists.

The key to everything lies in that article!

An hour later, Qin Xiaoxiao stared at the article - 'The Story of a Drop of Honey', reading it word by word.

... At this moment of life and death, the traveler saw a drop of honey on the leaf in front of him. So he forgot about the hungry wolf above, the poisonous snake below, and the small tree that was about to be bitten off by the mice. He closed his eyes, stuck out his tongue, and licked that drop of honey wholeheartedly...

'What is the honey in my life? ’Qin Xiaoxiao lifted her head, asked herself in a daze, and murmured, ‘Is it Qi Gang? '

'How can it be? Of course not him! ’ Before she had time to think about it, her subconscious mind told her the answer.

Since my honey is not him, why cry and cry because he is going to die?

In an instant, Qin Xiaoxiao was enlightened and enlightened.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he raised his hand and slapped himself on the forehead.

'Qin Xiaoxiao, you are enough! Now the boss despises you so much, no wonder he doesn't even persuade you! If you want to die, no one can persuade you. If you don't want to die, then of course you don't need to persuade her! '

Qin Xiaoxiao lay on the window sill, looking at the clear moon and thinking in a daze.

The next day, Wu Tao went to the district and brought a pack of cigarettes for Uncle Tang.

Uncle Tang also didn't expect that after Wu Tao graduated, he would know how to come back to see him. It doesn't matter whether you bring cigarettes or not, what matters is this intention.

On the way home, I saw a new inconspicuous bookstore opened next to Binhu Central Primary School.

A few comic magazines hanging by the door caught his attention unexpectedly.

King of painting? Wu Tao had a vague impression that it should be the earliest comic magazine in China.

When I opened it, I found that they were all old publications from last year or the year before. It turned out that they were a batch of old books. However, the content is good. Most of the serialized content is Dongying comics, which are most suitable for Zhao Li.

"Boss, wrap up these old comics for me."

The boss was a middle-aged man with glasses. He came over and tidied up and said, "The young man really has a good eye. These comics have been selling very well in the past two years. It took me a lot of effort to get back such a set."

"There are only so many copies in the whole set?" Wu Tao raised his eyebrows and asked back, "The first few are called Painting King, and the latter is called Picture Book King. Is this the same magazine?"

Even for the sake of asking a high price, you can't fool people casually. From the bottom of my heart, Wu Tao instantly lowered the boss's impression score.

Unexpectedly, the man with glasses lost his temper and put the magazine away, "If you think I'm fooling you, then don't buy it."

Yo ho, this boss has quite a temper!

Wu Tao wanted to turn around and leave at that time, but after all, Zhao Li embarked on the road of painting under his own encouragement. This manga serialized some works of Dongying, which should be very helpful for her to get started.

"Boss, why is there any reason to drive people out in business? I don't understand, so you can explain it."

After losing his temper, the man with glasses regretted it a little, so he said patiently: "This domestic comic has been renamed once, and it has been published for more than a year, and it has been selling very well."

"...I don't know why, after the last issue in August last year, it suddenly stopped publishing."

"...So now there are only about twenty copies, which are out of print. Whether it will be republished in the future, no one can say for sure."

Seeing the emotional and dynamic nature of the man with glasses, Wu Tao looked through the style and content distribution of the previous and previous issues of the comics, which indeed meant the same origin. So he waved his hand, "Wrap it up for me."

Before returning to school in the afternoon, Zhang Huilan gave him pocket money as usual, a full fifty yuan. It is several times that of other rural students, enough to eat well, and still have a surplus.

Wu Tao didn't refuse either. Although the money was not much, it was given by my mother after all.

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