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"Of course, after you go to school, you have a regular life. How can you always eat out?" "Then who will do it?" My first reaction was that I would never cook! He came over and touched my forehead again. "Can you still do it?"? Who can eat what you cook? I looked at him. "Can you cook?" "I'm not as charming as you. When I study abroad, I do it all by myself. Besides, the food is delicious by myself." It really surprised me that he was so "ingenious" as a playboy? Later, however, it turned out that I really looked down on him. Comrade Hu Xiaorang could do a lot of things, and everything was exquisite. But he was not "forced by life", but purely by his own "spirit". I also learned that anyone who can enjoy it must be good at it. Moreover, he is extremely picky. It seems that only what he does is the best and the most reassuring. Just like later, I was only addicted to the food made by Hu Xiaorang. No matter how good the other restaurants were, I couldn't get used to it. Habits are terrible, and then there are many, such as clothes, shoes, hair, shampoo, sanitary napkins, even water cups, toothbrushes, you sleep with a pillow in your hand-too much, too much, I lost the button, Hu Xiaorang personally wired to repair, this is terrible, he unconsciously controlled your habits, but you are unaware of it-of course, where will I know at this time? When this is Comrade Hu Xiaorang's first "nurturance game" The school that Hu Xiaorang found for me was a girls' school, Moody Girls' School, and it was a century-old school. He was also well-intentioned and expected me to concentrate on studying hard. Before admission,steatite c221, there is an interview. Hu Xiaorang sent me there. It seemed that he was more nervous than me, but there was also a faint excitement. I think these are all "new experiences" in his "nurturance game". It is not surprising that he has such a reaction. In the car, he said excitedly. You are still in the second year of high school. You can't keep up with it. You don't need to ask for a tutor. I can teach you completely. "When tomorrow is the third year of senior high school, let's work a little harder to see if we can be admitted to Peking University. Beijing Foreign Studies University is also good." I couldn't listen any more and patted him on the shoulder. "Keep your plans to train your son and daughter or the next one. Don't count on me. I want to go to school, but I don't expect to be so promising!" The more I say, the more serious he is. Don't ask for perfection in everything. He also makes me "perfect". I don't have that "good fortune"! He was driving and didn't look at me, but he laughed. "That's all I said. Who would force you? Look how scared you are." "No, Hu Xiaorang, this is to say to you in the front, I am such a piece of material, you do not play crazy games, by the way, I also play crazy." He laughed, at this time the free right hand clenched his teeth and pinched my face, "The more I say, Ozone generator ceramic plate ,Ceramic ferrule for stud welding, the more nervous I am. Who's crazy? I'm not for your own good. But, then again, I also have something to say. Since I read, I should be serious and attentive. Why don't I read well if I can read well? What I mean is that I try to create good conditions for you." "Of course, you think I am really a fool, there is a book not to read well," I lazily spread out to the back of the chair, muttering in a low voice. He smiled heavily and seemed satisfied. But as the car got closer and closer to the school, I began to be more nervous than him. As I said, I'm not a particularly good kid. What's the interview for? Although, even if not ideal, I also know that Hu Xiaorang will certainly use money to put me in, but after all, we can not afford to lose that person is not it? As soon as there is pressure, you will be nervous. Hu Xiaorang took my hand and walked inside, and I held his hand and burst my muscles. "Zishang, don't be afraid, the interview is to ask you a few questions, you think what to answer, appropriate on the line." "I'm not afraid of one by one." I still spoke hard. I let go of his hand and put it in my pocket. He came over and hugged me and patted me. He didn't say anything. That's good. I'm such a person that I don't want to talk when I'm nervous. Finally, I was led into the office by a kind female teacher. When I left, Hu Xiaorang held my hand tightly. I found that his hands were also sweaty.
97 When I came out, he was standing quietly under the tree smoking. I went over and he put out the cigarette. How's it going I shook my head. "I don't know." When I squatted down, I felt a little tired, and he squatted down with me. "What did you ask?" "First he asked me what impression I had on the girls'school, then he asked me whose book I liked best among the books I had read, and oh, he also asked me what impression I had on my mother." He nodded, "very common questions, family, interest, style of conversation have been tested, well, I go in and ask, don't be nervous." He patted me on the shoulder and got up, ready to go in. I grabbed his trouser leg. "Jean," he said, looking up at him, "I can't lie." He paused, probably, before he knew what I meant. He smiled at me and pinched my face. "It's all right. Don't be nervous." Leave. Cough! He still doesn't know what I mean. Forget it. He'll know what's going on after he goes in and asks. I have been squatting under the tree doing nothing and carrying a small bamboo stick to pick up the soil. After about twenty minutes, he came out. Came up to me and kept looking at me. I didn't stand up either. I turned to look at him. "Can't I get in?" The expression is a little sad. He was still looking at me. You really can't lie. What's your impression of the girls' school? "The girls wore their name tags around their necks, where they learned French, painting, etiquette and absolute obedience. In fact, the feverish adolescence was repressed in the stale reality, and they could construct their own secret paradise in their imagination: sex, killing,Ceramic Bobbin, castles, royal families, axe-wielding giants." I was bored knocking on bamboo sticks. " Whose book do you like best? 。 global-ceramics.com