The number of contestants in this year's high school essay competition has reached a record high, so the workload of approval and scoring is relatively large. The person who is responsible for this work this time is a member of the city's Writers Association.

Although they are not famous people, these people still have some attainments in literature. At least they can judge whether an article is good or bad.

Because it is an open-ended question, each article has been carefully read, and then the resonance points are found. If you think it is acceptable, then it will proceed to the next stage of review. Of course, the works that were eliminated in the first step will be reviewed.

The procedure is a bit cumbersome, but it is because of the cumbersomeness that it is worthy of the students who participated in the competition. After all, this is their hard work.

"Um!"

"Not bad, not bad." An uncle read a certain student's article and nodded and praised: "This student's writing is excellent. It is the best I have seen so far."

"oh?"

"I'm very curious about the article that can be used as an old man." A young man in the office came to the old man with great interest, read it over his head, and then showed the same expression, even more exaggerated.

"This is more than outstanding!"

"It's simply perfect!" the young man said, "I'm sure this article will be in the top ten!"

"well!"

"Don't jump to conclusions. This has just begun. Who knows what will happen next." The old man said with a smile: "You kid, hurry up and complete your task. Be careful that you won't be awarded the title next year."

.”

"Yes!"

The words fell,

Young people joined in the intense work.

However, the quiet atmosphere did not last long. Good news spread throughout the office one after another. These good news were nothing more than this article is good and that article is good.

There are also strange words that have appeared, 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. If you read articles that put old wine in new bottles or old wine in old bottles over and over again, you will feel broken.

certainly,

Not all contestants' works are like this. Among them, there is one named Yang Xiaoman. Her work has received unanimous praise from everyone. Although the style is similar to the others, the emotion in the article is more delicate.

Reading her works gives me a healing feeling, which instantly washes away all the fatigue on my body.

"What's the name of the sleeping person?" asked a member of the Writers Guild.

"like"

"It seems to be called Xu or something."

"Xu Mang!"

"Yes, yes, that's him, Xu Mang."

Everyone in the Writers Association quite admired Xu Mang, not because of his works, but because of his courage. He was able to sleep so soundly on such an occasion. It was something that had never happened before, and it would never happen again in the future.

"Talk"

"This classmate named Xu Mang, did he leave any works during the competition?" the young man asked before.

Yes!

Take a look at this person's work.

soon,

Xu Mang's work appeared in front of everyone. First of all, the first impression was passable. The writing was not very beautiful, but at least it was understandable. The layout was quite satisfactory and had no special features.

As for the content

As the people present looked at Xu Mang's works, their expressions gradually became weird, and their breathing gradually began to become rapid.

The title is called "Love and Fire" without any changes. Generally speaking, such a title cannot resonate, because it is too lazy to even take a serious title. The content is still well written.

?

Maybe somewhere,

Everyone present paid more attention to the content inside, and the title was not that important.

Because this was written by Xu Mang.

The story is about a father and son. The father and son are a bit strange. The father is made of wood, while the son is made of metal. The son's life comes from a small stove in his body, so the son needs to constantly eat wood to survive.

The father made a windmill toy for his child, but his son ate a fan blade in one bite. The father did not blame his son, but doted on him even more.

As the son grew up day by day, the furniture in the house gradually became sparse. The son almost ate whatever he saw, while the father repaired the furniture that the son had damaged, until finally, 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, causing the house to collapse.

The father looked at the ruins and felt a little sad. He sat aside and was indifferent to his son no matter how much he talked to him. The son was helpless and sad, but he could not control his appetite.

thunder,

Rain falls.

The father woke up with a start, but found that his son was missing. The rainstorm was coming, and the father was very anxious. He saw smoke rising not far away.

It's the son,

The furnace inside the son went out and he died.

The father was so desperate that he found a toy he had given his son from the ruins, a windmill with a missing fan blade.

at this time,

The strong wind roared and turned the windmill. My father looked at the rotating windmill and thought of something.

The windmill replaced the stove, and with the wind, the son lived

This is the end of everything.

The people present were deeply shocked. Although it was just telling a story from beginning to end, the story was endlessly memorable, especially its ending, which did not involve the father sacrificing himself to save his son, although it could have been written that way.

But it is obviously not as perfect as the current ending. What is love? Love is not infinite tolerance, infinite pampering, and even less infinite indulgence. This will only make the son feel that everything is taken for granted.

at last,

The full text does not give what love is, but members of the Writers Association have already understood it.

like,

It is an existence where giving and reciprocation are equal. Only when the flame of desire is extinguished can you get true love.

"What do you think?" the old man asked: "Compared with other works, what do you think?"

"I have no idea."

"But one thing I understand is that if this work does not win first place, I will hang myself." The young man next to the old man said firmly.

at this point,

Gained approval from everyone present.

"well!"

"I heard that Xu Mang was expelled from school!"

Someone's words made the members of the Writers Association wake up from a dream. Among them, the old man frowned and cursed: "Such a student was expelled. How did he become the principal? 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 public representative of the city. He is determined to promote the improvement of the cultural literacy of primary and secondary school students in the city and to discover some students with literary potential. Now Xu Mang has finally appeared, but he was dismissed by the school.

Fired.

"You guys go on, I'm going to find Lao He." The old man left the place without saying a word.

The 'Lao He' in the old man's mouth is the top leader of the city's Education Bureau. The relationship between the two is not ordinary. I heard that they have known each other for more than fifty years.

The members of the Writers Association looked at the old man's leaving figure and couldn't help but smile bitterly. They were all over seventy years old, but his temper was still so bad. It was understandable that the principal fired Xu Mang. After all, the matter was so big.

Public opinion online is one-sided and completely reasonable.

"Don't worry, let's continue."

"Do you think there is any more outstanding work than Xu Mang's?"

"Well, there shouldn't be any. I think Yang Xiaoman has the highest quality besides Xu Mang, but compared to the two, Xu Mang is more perfect."
Chapter completed!