Heartbreakers Who Wear Books Have No Feelings

    The next day was another four-hour class. During the club activities, Liu Wutong handed in the application and wanted to join the club.

    Applying to join the group requires the consent of the president. Jiang Huan agreed quickly and did not refuse at all.

    Ouyang Chan is not very happy, she does not want Liu Wutong to join.

    Liu Wutong is not in a good state today, he rarely laughs all day, and from time to time he will stare at Jiang Huan, full of probing eyes, Ouyang Chan is going to get goosebumps .

    While Liu Wutong went to the 19th floor to deliver the materials, Ouyang Chan approached Jiang Huan and said to Jiang Huan, "I always think she doesn't look like a good person, I checked, Liu's family is The family that does business in other places is not a powerful family, and her entrance examination results are not particularly good, I really don't know how she got into the first class."

    Of course for some special reasons.

    Jiang Huan glanced at Ouyang Chan, but didn't bother to pay attention to her, "Wait a while after reading the sample text, write it according to the sample text, and send it to my mailbox after writing. I hope you can write it well before the holiday, come on. "

    Ouyang Chan glanced at the date, today is Wednesday, she only has two days!

    The homework is heavy, who still has time to take care of Liu Wutong.

    When Liu Wutong came back, Jiang Huan asked all three of them to read the sample text.

    On this day, a girl named Ming ran recklessly in the sun, went to the amusement park with her parents, played the piano in the villa after returning home, and fell into a sweet dreamland in the gentle voice of her mother.

    And the girl named dark, the city she lives in has been raining, and the house where she lives has a leak, she put a broken bowl under it, squatting by the side listening to the rain voice, smiling happily. She pinched two people with mud as her own parents.

    At night, in a cold and damp hut, she fell asleep holding the slightly damp mud. She was hungry and cold, and she also had a sweet dream.

    Words have power, they can convey different moods, especially sad words.

    Comedy can make people laugh, but can not make people remember, only tragedy can become a classic, let people remember it.

      The wall, listening to the sound of the rain hitting the broken bowl, she was wrapped in a tattered quilt, hugged two little clay figurines, and fell asleep with a smile.

    At the same time, there is another girl of the same age, in a spacious and warm villa, sleeping on a bed as soft as a big cotton candy, in her mother's arms, listening to her mother's gentle voice and falling asleep , Contrast the resulting crit, can pierce the human heart.

    The hidden side of the world suddenly appeared in front of them.

    Even Zhao Ning, she has never seen such a scene, her family is not rich, but definitely not poor.

    After reading the sample text, Zhao Ning couldn't help but wonder, "Is this true?"

    "It's true, but I didn't expect it to be written by you." Liu Wutong answered for Jiang Huan, she grew up in the mountains, and she knew how poor the villages in the mountains were. .

    She just didn't expect that Jiang Huan would know what the situation of an orphan without a parent is!

    "Literature has a dramatic part, but literature is based on reality. Only reality has happened before it will be recorded in words. Any story is the same. Aside from the protagonist to see the core of the story, You will find that this is just a reality show that is happening anytime, anywhere."

    Jiang Huan can write because she has seen it before.

    One hundred mission worlds, she saw the lives of too many people.

    If you want to arouse people's thinking, you must let people know clearly that the world is not only one side.

    Don't view the world one-sidedly with your own standards, the world has many sides, light and darkness will always coexist. The brighter the light, the darker the darkness.

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    Things in collision create brilliance.

    Liu Wutong lowered her head and read the example again, her eyes were blank, Jiang Huan knew that the ghost last night had something to do with her?

    If the ghost was not seriously injured last night and told her the identity of the person who did it, Liu Wutong would not have thought that Jiang Huan was her companion.

      book, Liu Wutong has never seen any rich person who can write such a real and infectious article as Jiang Huan.

    After Liu Wutong was born, she had a pair of magical eyes. She was brought back to Taoism by her master, and she grew up with her blind and wise brothers and sisters.

    She can see the inner feelings of others, and with the help of Taoism, she can even hear the inner voice of others.

    When she was a child, she was afraid of ghosts, but when she could see people's hearts clearly, she knew that she would only be afraid of one thing in the future, and that was people.

    The simple villagers who praised the younger brother one by one, actually laughed at the blindness of the younger brother in their hearts, it was useless, it was a waste. People who say that she is powerful, fear her in their hearts, and feel that she is a monster in the company of Specter.

    Jiang Huan is different. She has very weak feelings for everyone. She has nothing in her heart.

    Even after writing such a touching article, she was calm.

    Liu Wutong was typing words on the keyboard while thinking about it, Jiang Huan was like a person without emotion.

    On Friday, all three of the articles were submitted, Jiang Huan was directly happy when he saw it.

    These three people are changing the soup instead of the medicine. They all focus on the theme of the gap between the rich and the poor, but because of their different personal experiences, the level of what they write is uneven.

    The best writing is, of course, Ouyang Chan. As the eldest lady, her literary quality is very high. But after Jiang Huan read her article, he crossed his face expressionlessly and asked Ouyang Chan to rewrite it.

      The buffet is still three meals a day.

    She marked the problem, Ouyang Chan revised it again and again, and it took one night to pass the first edition.

     It was fine, so she gave it.

    Zhao Ning's writing is also good. She describes the life of the rich. Obviously, she used Qian Shushu as a model, but unfortunately, she put the perspective of the poor on herself.

    Okay, a sixteen-year-old owes tens of thousands of yuan and a scholarship of 100,000 yuan a year, which can support a poor family.

    Jiang Huan hesitated for a while, but didn't kill this article directly. If the article was published in the school magazine, it didn't seem to be a big problem.

    Liu Wutong's article made Jiang Huan very surprised.

    The structure of her and Jiang Huan’s example essays is basically the same, but the things they write are completely different. Jiang Huan’s essays reveal pity for darkness and yearning for hope in life, while Liu Wutong’s essays , is complete despair.

      All of them have no good intentions.

    Enough to read as a horror novel!

    Jiang Huan decisively put this article up, this article is definitely impressive! She couldn't help thinking, Liu Wutong seems to be very talented in writing horror works.

    Saturday morning, when Jiang Huan got up, she saw an old editor. The housekeeper said that her parents, who had never shown up and were busy flying around the world, heard that she wanted to be a magazine. The news brought her a professional.

    Not only that, but also a well-typed magazine booklet.

    Exquisite magazines seem to be expensive, enough to hang most of the magazines circulating on the market.

    Is this the power of money? Absolutely.

    In the evening, Jiang Huan handed in the sample article and the pre-ordered articles by Zhao Ning and Liu Wutong, and got the first edition of the magazine.

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    We also invited world-class painters to paint illustrations on site. In the end, the cost of a single booklet exceeded one million.

      Prices seem to be normal.

    Because when Jiang Huan put the booklet in the library on Monday, all 100 copies were sold out in the morning and more than 200 copies were ordered.

    Jiang Huan knows how rich the students of Hengshan are.

    In the afternoon, the club room.

    As soon as Jiang Huan entered, he heard Ouyang Chan's cheers and Zhao Ning's voice.

    Opening the door, Ouyang Chan was jumping happily: "My article has been published! Have you seen that my article has been published! Why is Hengshan different from other schools in that there is no forum? Woohoo, if there is a forum, the whole school must be discussing my article!"

    Zhao Ning flipped through the magazines left in the club and snickered happily, "My article is also on it, it's really nice!"

    Only Liu Wutong, sitting in a corner reading a book, doesn't seem to be interested in magazines.

    "Jiang Huan! You're here!" Ouyang Chan couldn't be more happy, how many times she changed it in order to pass Jiang Huan's level! Fortunately, the hard work paid off, otherwise she would have to carry a knife to Jiang Huan's house and work hard with Jiang Huan!