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The first chapter Tang Xiduo

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My name is Tang Xiduo. I was born in a small city in the east of the north and grew up there. It often snows in winter. On the day of birth, the country yard was full of catkins. It was only April, but it seemed like a snowy day. When I was eight years old, my parents and I moved from the countryside to the city. At that time, I only had primary school culture. I don't know how to define it. Whether it's south or north. I like a lot, but I prefer photography. That was after moving to the city. When I graduated from primary school, I was admitted to the best middle school in the city, so my mother bought me a mobile phone that can take pictures. This is my requirement. Yes, I am a good student. In the fourth grade, my mother taught me to learn the quadratic equation of one variable. To be exact, she invited a tutor to teach me. But that was before high school, because I met Ruan, a boy who made me worse than a moth to a fire. That is a willingness and a helplessness.

Before I fell in love with shooting around with my mobile phone, I liked painting, because I liked to build my own world in my own way, so once when Duan Tianyang was my model, I said, I am painting my world. He thought I liked him, and I was so angry that I didn't ask him to be my model for four days.

Later, he quarreled every day: painter, painter, paint me. Today, I specially wore the new clothes that my mother bought for me. Must be handsome. He calls me a painter, and if he loves photography, he calls me a camera. But I will never let him be a model again. Duan Tianyang is my first friend in the city. I was painting a sunset in front of my house the day I met him. He was pushed by his mother and dared not go out. He also scolded: Don't interfere in Lao Zi's affairs. If you want to have dinner, go out to play. There is an unfamiliar smell in the room, which makes people sick. ...