Chapter 116: Bring Her Eyes
"Bring Her Eyes"
Details: A collection of Liu Cixin's short stories, using grand and magnificent imagination as wings, flying across thousands of years of human time .
Finally appeared!
In agreement with Gu Lu’s speculation, it is a collection of Liu Cixin’s science fiction short stories. But this bouquet of osmanthus? Which article is it from?
Chao Wen Dao, Rural Teacher, Bring Her Eyes, Earth Fire, Wandering Earth, Support God, Support Humanity, Poems...
Make a lot of money, make a lot of money! For Chinese science fiction short stories, Gu Lu watched He Xi and Liu Cixin.
Gu Lu was ecstatic in his heart, but he kept the expression on his face very well.
“Thank you auntie for me.” Gu Lu accepted the flower. At the same time, I was thinking about how to guide my writing.
In his previous life, he also read many books about writing, such as "People's Daily Writing Course: Writing with a Sense of Advanced", "Writing", "Save the Cat", etc.
Have you never eaten roast suckling pig or seen pork? Gu Lu already had a general teaching direction in mind.
“This osmanthus is my mother’s favorite pot. She has been planting it since September and named it Xixiang.” Lu Ping said, “I’d better keep it well as much as possible. If you don’t understand anything, feel free to ask me. . ”
Isn’t Xixiang another name for Osmanthus? Gu Lu had doubts, but he didn't say anything.
While the two were talking, another male voice interrupted -
"诱辘, my mother asked you to come for dinner this Saturday if you have time."
The speaker was Li Guyuan. Originally, he wanted to talk privately after school or get out of class, but when he saw the flat head giving flowers, he felt uneasy.
There is no doubt that as the twin stars of Class 10, he is Gu Lu's best friend.
I have to say that I didn’t get rid of my childishness in high school, and I still care about whether my friends are the best with me... I won’t care about it when I grow up, because after entering society, having friends is considered lucky.
"Would it be too much trouble for Auntie?" Gu Lu's expression changed, and he thought of the "Strange People in the World" that might be triggered.
Don’t blame Gu Lu for eating from the pot and looking into the basin. Who doesn’t want to save two more good works?
"No trouble, it just so happens that this week's history, politics, and geography can also be consolidated. Remember to bring a history book." Li Guyuan said.
He inadvertently revealed two pieces of information. The first was that Gu Lu and I were already making progress with each other, and the second was that Gu Lu and my mother were also very familiar with each other, so sending a flower from your mother was nothing.
"Tangyuan, how is your plan?" Lu Ping didn't get it at all, and instead started chatting with Li Guyuan.
Seeing that there was nothing exciting to watch, the surrounding students all withdrew their attention. Or it would be more interesting to tell the parent-teacher conference about what happened to you or your classmates when they returned home.
Li Guyuan was confused, "What is the plan?"
"The senior year of high school has been retired, and the first year of high school should be established. If you are born in Renchen, the world will be blessed!" Lu Ping said firmly.
Good guys, what do you want to do? When Gu Lu thought about it, 2012 seemed to be the year of Renchen.
“I strive to be a main player this semester and be elected as the vice president of the basketball club next semester,” Lu Ping said. “Didn’t you say, Tangyuan, that you want to bulldoze the literary club?”
So you really want to "make trouble"? ! Gu Lu found that his classmates were all very energetic. On the contrary, he, who only wanted to grow taller, seemed to be a loser.
"Ahem, it will take some time." Li Guyuan glanced at Gu Lu first and found that the latter had no reaction, then he talked about (chui) plan (niu) plan (bi).
He boasted, "Our literary club once produced "Shuren Monthly", but unfortunately it only published three issues at our own expense before it was stillborn. I plan to solicit essays from the whole school and then restart "Shuren Monthly"."
Thoughts Very good, but Gu Lu could tell at a glance that it was unreliable. The reason why the monthly magazine has been discontinued is because it is printed and given to students for free. It relies entirely on school funding and lacks hematopoietic ability.
There are so many clubs in No. 8 Middle School, so they won’t give away so much money every month.
However, Li Guyuan was obviously a little superior and didn't think much about it. He just patronized describing the "future" with Lu Ping.
Gu Lu stopped thinking about eating melons, returned to his seat, and studied the short story collection "Bring Her Eyes" that he had just composed.
Teacher Gao’s words at the opening ceremony had a lot of overlap with those of rural teachers.
As for "osmanthus"... Gu Lu thought, it should come from bringing her eyes. The trigger was not flowers like osmanthus, but the flower that was "named". "Don't panic yet, these science fiction short stories are my trump card." Gu Lu made some calculations in his mind.
Currently Fu Sheng is serialized in "The Reasoning of Time", "Story Club" has two or three stories that have not yet been published, and "Bi Ke (New Edition)" has two stories.
Including the two stories that "Youth Digest" is still reviewing, the efficiency is very high.
"Waiting for these short stories to be published, waiting for "Bi Ke" to help me publish a collection of short stories, and then starting science fiction according to the situation-"
"After all, I can basically write the twenty chapters of "Bring Her Eyes" , the work of a Chinese author is more suitable for the physique of Chinese babies. "
The progress cannot be faster, any faster will be inhumane, Gu Lu thought.
Every time Friday comes, I feel that time passes extremely slowly, but time will pass no matter how slow it is.
Enter the holiday.
On Saturday, during the game between the basketball team of No. 8 Middle School and the basketball team of No. 3 Middle School, Gu Lu was very calm at first. He didn’t even want to watch the NBA, and besides, it was a student game.
On weekends, there were only scattered students on the playground of No. 3 Middle School to watch the game.
In twos and threes, most of them are friends of the players. Generally speaking, the atmosphere at the scene is not good.
But halfway——
"Is the president okay?" Lu Ping was a little anxious, "Is it still possible?"
It’s time to chase points!
Lu Shangtong from the basketball club, a sturdy senior in high school, was sitting on the ground holding his ankles.
The sprain was already there, but Lu Shangtong still endured the pain before, but now the pain is unbearable.
“Let’s change to the substitute. If you come on injured, it’s easy to get more injured.” said the instructor, Coach Zhu.
The instructor of the basketball club is a retired center from the Sichuan Basketball Team. He is definitely more than enough to teach the high school team.
"No, I can't lose to No. 3 Middle School if I lose to anyone!" Lu Shangtong gritted his teeth, "I can still play."
"Don't make fun of your body." Coach Zhu said.
"Teacher Zhu, there must be no problem with the president."
"Yes, Brother Lu is in such good health."
"Our team cannot be without Brother Lu, otherwise Can’t win.”
The players are very motivated and want to win regardless of whether they are in the main selection or the alternate selection.
"Teacher, give me another chance, I can do it." Lu Shangtong repeated.
One competition is not necessary! There are no bonuses or awards, and health is more important. Gu Lu's ideas are probably incompatible with the performance of his classmates in the No. 8 Middle School team.
"Come on!" "Brother Lu is a real man, his arms can move horses!" "Kill No. 3 Middle School to death" "The east wind blows the war drums, who shoots whom in this world?!"...
Eight A dozen or so spectators cheered me up. Originally, the spectators at No. 3 Middle School were all lazy and lacked enthusiasm, but after these few cheers, it was no different from lighting a fuse!
No. 3 Middle School was unwilling to be outdone. “The No. 8 Middle School was garbage in basketball and kept losing.” “A ten-point lead was not enough. Beat him by twenty points!” Don't lose to the opponent." said a classmate from the same club.
Gu Lu also howled.
(End of this chapter)