When Chen Hansheng heard that he was going to go to the front, he was naturally nervous, and he thought, could it be because of his too many questions that made this teacher Xile angry? Or was it because of the question that made it difficult for the teacher to answer clearly last time, which made the teacher feel that he had lost face and couldn't get along with himself?

In the process of going, Chen Hansheng unconsciously observed those classmates with the corner of his eye, those classmates seemed to have the same meaning, and some even brought a kind of schadenfreude and glad gaze.

Chen Hansheng was even more nervous to the position designated by the teacher.

Teacher Xile waited for Chen Hansheng to stand there, and then ordered Chen Hansheng with serious evidence, "Stand with me!

Chen Hansheng stood up seriously, but he didn't seem to dare to raise his head, although it was the first time, he still felt that standing here in front of so many students was a kind of acceptance of punishment in itself. If it were someone else, he might still be able to think about it, but Chen Hansheng couldn't think about it, after all, he was an outstanding student in this class, not a member of the study committee, and letting him be punished like this would be a shame for him.

But Chen Hansheng didn't dare not listen to the teacher, so he stood there very formally, but he still didn't want to look up.

"Raise your head!" Sensei commanded almost in a commanding tone, and criticized, "Man, don't look like a girl who squirms!"

Chen Hansheng had to raise his head. If the feeling just now was just a dream-like punishment, now when he raised his head, he suddenly felt that he was simply a prisoner, and he was simply embarrassed in front of everyone.

Chen Hansheng didn't just have a face, he even wanted to cry.

Just when Chen Hansheng wanted to cry, Teacher Xile spoke: "Let's take a good look, who is standing in front of you?"

is clearly the prelude to criticism, Chen Hansheng was so nervous that he almost collapsed.

Teacher Xile then said to the students in the class, "This student who is not tall, even a little thin, in the eyes of everyone, is inconspicuous, and some people even call him a little cadre, but he has written an essay that I am very satisfied with!"

Teacher Xile's opening remarks surprised the students in the class, and also made Chen Hansheng, who was so nervous that he almost collapsed just now, suddenly turned into an extremely excited situation. Although the teacher hadn't finished speaking, Chen Hansheng, who was easily excited, still couldn't control his excitement, and he even peeked at the whole class.

The whole class, almost at the same time, passed a congratulatory and even envious and jealous look to him.

Teacher Xile continued, "This essay of his, which I assigned last time to write about my family! The name of his essay is called my grandmother! Although the name of this essay is not new, and it can be regarded as an ordinary essay name, the content of this essay is particularly moving! Chen Hansheng not only wrote about his grandmother's love for her through specific details, but also wrote about a grandmother with a spirit of benevolence! Although he wrote about his own biological grandmother, he wrote about the grandmother in everyone's hearts. The vivid and touching image of the grandmother is very typical and symbolic!"

The more Chen Hansheng listened, the more excited he became, for himself and for his grandmother. Although he still doesn't understand the typical meaning and symbolic meaning, and he didn't think about the typical meaning and symbolism when he wrote this composition, he can feel that this composition must have touched the heart of Mr. Xile.

Teacher Xile continued, "What is good about this essay, what is worthy of affirmation and praise, I don't want to express my opinion now, and I will make further proposals when everyone has finished reading this essay." ”

When Teacher Xile said this, he said to Chen Hansheng, "Now, you go back to your seat, and I will continue to explain to you in detail." ”

Chen Hansheng, who returned to his original position, was no longer the extremely nervous Chen Hansheng before, and he was even restless because of excitement.

Next, Mr. Xile told the whole class about this essay in detail, and even asked one student to read this "My Grandmother" from front to back.

After reading Chen Hansheng's essay, Mr. Xile asked the students in the class what was good about this essay. Everyone spoke enthusiastically, talked about their feelings, and gossiped, which made Chen Hansheng very excited to listen.

On this basis, Mr. Xile made a specific decomposition of Chen Hansheng's composition, and made a high evaluation of the detailed description and significance improvement of the composition.

Teacher Xile's high praise made those students with poor composition scores ashamed, and they could only look at Chen Hansheng's greed. Chen Hansheng, who was sitting in the third row, couldn't control the joy on the ground.

Just when Chen Hansheng couldn't control his excitement, Teacher Xile suddenly changed his words, looked directly at Chen Hansheng and said, "Chen Hansheng, don't be complacent, Yelang is arrogant! There are many people who can write such compositions! Moreover, although your compositions are well written, the details are vivid and touching, and the language expression is still very lacking! Moreover, there are grammatical errors in some places! If someone has material like yours, it is not a good composition, but probably a good novel! However, it is best for you not to think about that high place now, listen carefully to the opinions of others, and further revise the composition, which is the right way!"

Speaking of this, Mr. Xile handed over the composition with detailed annotations to Chen Hansheng.

Chen Hansheng hummed, and then carefully revised the essay according to the teacher's annotations.

After handing over the composition to Mr. Xile, Mr. Xile looked at it on the spot and felt very satisfied, so he nodded and said to Chen Hansheng, "Your composition score is okay, but your math score is average, so you need to work hard!"

Chen Hansheng nodded, and from the tone of Teacher Xile, Chen Hansheng felt that this teacher had fallen in love with him as a student.

What Chen Hansheng didn't expect was that his essay "My Grandmother" actually appeared on the school's blackboard newspaper, and almost occupied the blackboard newspaper on that wall.

The blackboard newspaper not only copied his composition, but also attached the evaluation of Mr. Xile to the end.

The essay on the blackboard newspaper attracted the attention of all the students and teachers of the school, and the students of the whole school either came to the blackboard newspaper at the prompting of the teacher or consciously came to the blackboard newspaper and read the essay carefully. After reading the essay, the students talked a lot and praised each other, and the teachers who read the essay communicated with each other and praised each other.

Chen Hansheng originally just wanted to write about his grandmother, but he didn't expect that the composition he wrote could be so highly praised by Teacher Xile, and even be able to go to the school's blackboard newspaper, which caused such a big shock to the school, which Chen Hansheng never expected.

A few days later, something that Chen Hansheng didn't expect happened.

That morning, the whole class did not go to class, but did labor in the school. It is said to be engaged in labor, but in fact, it is symbolically holding labor tools and doing some inconsequential hoeing and cutting management in the school garden. While the students were working, they were laughing and discussing. Just when everyone was still discussing Chen Hansheng's essay, the school's radio suddenly sounded, and then an announcer in the county radio station suddenly broadcast Chen Hansheng's essay!

The classmates first thought that they had heard it wrong, and Chen Hansheng also felt that there was something wrong with his ears, and even thought it was a hallucination. But the facts soon proved that on the radio, it was Chen Hansheng's essay that was broadcast.

The classmates were excited, and so was Chen Hansheng. The excited classmates exchanged their heads with each other, or loudly proclaimed, saying that Chen Hansheng was amazing, and he would definitely be a great writer who could write novels in the future. Although Chen Hansheng is not very clear about the boundary between fiction and composition, and he did not think that he would become a writer in the future, he saw the honor and influence that this composition brought to him.

Chen Hansheng didn't expect that it was this essay that caused a sensation among middle school students in the county that planted a seed of impulse in his life and rewrote his life several times.