Hong Kong Entertainment: The top class starts with great writers

Most students' answers are very straightforward: live in a mansion on the mountainside, drive a luxury sports car, and marry a beautiful, foreign-style wife.

There are also a few who are more romantic and want to see the stars and the sea, the Sphinx crawling in front of the Egyptian pyramids, the Arc de Triomphe in Paris, and the style of Bangkok.

……

He Jiao rolled her eyes casually and threw all the other students' papers to her sister. He Ya shook her head and frowned as she read them - for this top student who graduated from Oxford Medical School, these exam papers for night school students , it is simply full of loopholes and unsightly.

He Jiao had already picked up A Qiang's test paper. His article was as unpretentious and down-to-earth as the person he was. He Jiao directly translated it into Chinese and read it:
What is a successful career?

In my opinion, there should be at least a small company with only three or five employees. The salary does not have to be high, but it should be enough to make everyone laugh and be motivated.

Your residence is secure, you have transportation in and out, and you have some savings. If you have some spare capital, you might as well get involved in the stock market.

There is no need to rush to pay for a gathering of family and friends, and there is no need to hesitate when it is your turn.

In this way, my career will be successful.

What will I do when my career is successful?
Work hard to make your career more successful.

Let employees in their mid-thirties turn into employees in their thirties, apartments in buildings become single-family homes, and get a few more scooters. Even if I have spare money, I can follow the example of the wealthy people in Hong Kong and hire a driver to take me to and from get off work.

When gathering with friends and family, order some abalone and shark's fin. Everyone has a share. It's generous and doesn't make anyone feel like I'm being bullied.

……

The sister next to him, He Ya, put down the test paper in her hand at some point and listened attentively. It wasn't until He Jiao coughed that she blamed him: "I knew that I was not in good health, but I still studied for so long!"

He Ya complained, then stood up again and poured a glass of water over.

He Jiao looked at her duplicitous sister and couldn't help but smile.

She obediently held the water glass and took two sips. After her cough subsided, she asked with a smile, "How was it?"

He Ya nodded: "He is a very transparent person. It should be very comfortable to be with him."

As she spoke, she glanced at He Jiao from the corner of her eye, and was slightly startled: There was a smile on her sister's face, but her smile was a bit forced.

He Ya frowned: "You don't seem very happy?"

He Jiao sighed and said softly: "Aya, his future is without me -"

I have a career, a home, relatives and friends, but I don’t have a wife.

The two sisters fell silent. After a while, He Jiao cheered up and asked, "Aya, when do we set off?!"

He Ya was stunned for a moment. This was the first time that her sister took the initiative to ask about medical treatment. She immediately said: "I will book the ticket now, the sooner the better!"

He Jiao lowered her eyes and responded softly: "...Okay."

Her eyes fell on Aqiang's test paper - then, I wish you success in your career!

He Jiao didn't know that Aqiang still had a lot of time to finish answering the test paper. He struggled with the last essay question for a long time, but he still couldn't write the sentence "I want to marry you with large sedan chair carried by eight men". Go up.

If your career is really successful, why not write it down!

But now, he finally has nothing, and writing it seems frivolous.

Although Aqiang didn't write it down, he secretly swore in his heart that if Jiaojiao didn't get married, he would never get married!

...Song Huanxi finished it in one go, leaving only the ending missing. When she put down the pen and turned her sour wrist, she suddenly realized that her mind was completely empty. Just now, she was filled with stories about the postal boy and the street writer. I don’t even have a clue at all!
Song Huanxi: "..."

So the source of inspiration is actually limited, right?
She shook her head and looked at the time. The second sister was almost back, and it was time for her to make dinner for two people.

As for the little brother, it is customary for him to be fed by Mrs. Ren and then sent back.

Song Huanxi simply cleared the table and went into the kitchen. Since there were only two people eating, there was no need to make too complicated dishes. Just cook a peanut porridge, steam a plate of sausages on top, and stir-fry green vegetables.

As soon as the porridge was cooked and the sausages were steamed, a loud cry like a rainstorm came from outside the door. Song Huanxi hurried to the door and opened the door. Before she could ask a question, the second child had already skipped her and pounced directly on her. On the bed, I buried my head in the pillow and cried loudly.

Song Huanxi: "..."

She stood for a moment, returned to the kitchen with a calm face, and continued to cook - coming forward when the naughty child was crying the loudest would only become the target for her to vent her emotions.

If you don't let her cry on her own, she will come out and complain on her own after she has cried enough.

Sure enough, as soon as the porridge was cooked, Song Huanyun came out of the bedroom sobbing.

Sit on the chair, cry for a while, and then take a look at Song Huanxi.

Song Huanxi: "..."

She still didn't care and took the porridge directly to the window to let it air.

Then he went to the kitchen and brought out the dishes and the bowls and chopsticks.

Song Huanyun finally couldn't help it anymore and cried: "It's all my sister's fault! It's all your fault!"

Song Huanxi paused and slowly put the bowls and chopsticks on the table. Then she raised her head and looked at Song Huanyun: "Why do you blame me?"

Today's encounters came to him like a flood, and Song Huanyun cried loudly again. While crying, she accused Song Huanxi: "It's all your fault! What kind of dog combination are you writing about? As soon as I came on stage today, everyone laughed! Shouting We are dogs!"

Song Huanxi was silent for a moment, and then she spoke slowly. Her clear voice was like a bolt of lightning, striking Song Huanyun's ears accurately in the endless rainstorm:

"Did I laugh at you? Isn't the homophony of your group "gouzi"?

Song Huanyun stopped crying, looked at Song Huanxi blankly, shook her head, nodded again, and cried again: "It's all my sister's fault anyway. If my sister hadn't mentioned it in "Gillian and Aqiang", who would Know!"

Song Huanxi sighed softly, went to the bathroom and ironed a towel and came out. She held the back of Song Huanyun's head with one hand and wiped her face with a hot towel with the other. While wiping, she said quietly: "Why cry, it's not necessarily a bad thing!"

"Let me ask you, did the audience shout anyone else's name besides your little band of bastards?!"

Song Huanyun was stunned and was about to speak when the hot towel wiped her mouth. She quickly closed her mouth and pushed away Song Huanxi's hand holding the hot towel. Fang hesitated and said: "...I guess not?"

Song Huanxi's eyes flashed and her tone became gentler: "You know the movie queen Lin Yu, right? When she taught us, she told us about her experience. She became famous for her role as Cuicui in "Border Town", but Cuicui, It’s not her first role.”

"Who still remembers the roles she played before she became famous?"

Song Huanyun didn't know when she stopped crying and looked at Song Huanxi intently. There were some tears hanging from the corners of her eyes, and under her nose——

There was also some runny nose.

Not beautiful at all.

Okay, we owe a total of 26 chapters, so we recalculated.