Jiang Feng also deliberately turned on the speakerphone, and everyone could hear the conversation.

Soon, it was connected.

Everyone present waited with bated breath.

Jiang Ping and He Cuixiang hoped that this was of course true, and Jiang Feng's family wished it was fake.

"Hey?" a male voice came from the other side.

Jiang Feng smiled and said, "Is it Mr. Reporter of Jianghai Daily? We want to know who Jiang Ming, the writer of "She" in the literature section, is?"

Li Xiong, who was working overtime, was a little surprised and said, "Jiang Ming, the author of "She"? He is a sophomore student of Jianghai No. 1 High School, do you have any questions?"

Everyone was stunned.

A sophomore at Jianghai No. 1 High School?

Jiang Yun's hand couldn't help but clench, she heard that her brother didn't have the same name in that grade......

Jiang Feng shouted in shock: "How is it possible? Sophomore in high school? How many classes are in the sophomore in high school? Reporter, are you mistaken? This writer Jiang Ming is someone else, right?"

Jiang Feng was so shocked that his voice was deformed.

Li Xiong frowned, he flipped through the school magazine on the side, and Jiang Ming's article appeared on the homepage.

Jianghai No. 1 Middle School, Jiang Ming, a student in the second and third classes of high school, wrote. If there's nothing going on, hang up first. "Li Xiong was arranged to work overtime, and he was in a bad mood, let alone talking to this person.

The phone just hung up.

The whole hall fell silent......

Jiang Feng was dumbfounded when he looked at the article.

This article was really written by Jiang Ming......

Jiang Ming asked with a smile, "Cousin Jiang Feng, have you confirmed it now?"

Jiang Feng's mouth moved, extremely embarrassed.

How so?

Jiang Ming said directly: "It's just that this article earned a thousand yuan, so I bought some things with my parents and came back." ”

When Jiang Yun heard this, she looked at Jiang Ming with some disdain.

Her brother is really good at opening his eyes and talking nonsense, obviously the things he buys are more than 1,000 yuan.

Jiang Feng looked at that article, just a few words, and earned a thousand yuan?

That's more profitable than him opening a barbershop......

Jiang Feng said sarcastically: "It's just luck, can you guarantee that you will publish articles in the newspaper every day......? Is this Zhang Teng's writer?" Jiang Feng pointed to the article in the center of the newspaper.

Old Man Jiang came back to his senses from the shock, and he nodded: "Yes, it should be just luck, and it can be every day." Okay, let's not talk about it, wait until tomorrow the day after tomorrow when your uncle comes back and ask your uncle to find you a job. ”

Old Man Jiang didn't want to say any more, he thought that the article was really written by Jiang Ming, and he felt that his old face was red.

Old man Jiang said to Jiangshan: "Xiaoshan, you read Zhang Teng's new uncle to my grandfather." ”

Jiang Shan immediately picked up the newspaper and read it......

"In the land of China, there are many talented people. In the martial arts of the rivers and lakes, there are countless chivalrous. There is the Martial Arts Alliance in the front, and there is the Flying Sword Villa in the back, and the story we want to tell today comes from the Flying Sword Villa......"

Old Man Jiang applauded: "Good, it's another good story! Good martial arts!"

The corners of Jiang Ming's mouth twitched, was the writing very good? Why didn't he hear it?

Old Man Jiang listened to the story, and suddenly looked at Jiang Ming and Jiang Yun on the side and shouted, "You two brothers and sisters are not going to wash the dishes?"

Jiang Yun was a little aggrieved, didn't Jiang Feng wash it either?

Jiang Yun snorted: "Brother, I'll go wash, you sit." ”

Jiang Yun said and went to the kitchen.

After washing the dishes, the family left Jiang Feng's house.

Jiang Ping waved a piece of paper in the hall of his home and said proudly: "This is written by my son, and I will take it out tomorrow to brag and brag about it." ”

Jiang Ping also found the glue from home and pasted the article written by Jiang Ming in the most conspicuous position in the hall......

He Cuixiang smiled all over her face: "Let's go wash our faces and rest." ”

The color TV at home is gone, so I can only go upstairs to rest.

Jiang Ming thought of the thief who stole the TV, and sneered in his heart.

However, in the editorial office of "Jianghai Daily", Li Xiong is still working overtime.

He sighed: "Unlucky, I also posted a thousand yuan." ”

Another call came in.

"I'm a reader, is this the literary section of Jianghai Daily?" the reader asked excitedly.

Li Xiong smiled and said, "Yes, sir, you are a reader of Zhang Teng's writer?"

The reader was stunned for a moment, and immediately said: "What, I didn't subscribe to your newspaper before, I just saw the article "She" in your newspaper, which was so well written, I cried on the spot when I saw it. Your newspaper will produce more high-quality articles in the future, and I will also subscribe to your newspaper. ”

What?

Li Xiong was shocked, this reader actually came for Jiang Ming's "She", not for Zhang Teng's "Flying Sword"?

After that, several phone calls came one after another, and they all gave feedback that the article written by Jiang Ming was too touching, this is the real mother's love, no matter what kind of person the child is, what virtue it is, mother's love is selfless.

Li Xiong, who was working overtime, suddenly excited, and he suddenly looked forward to the next day's news about how the newspaper would sell today......

……

In the evening, Jiang Ming received a call from Tang Lang.

"Jiang Ming, why didn't you send me an email today? My sister is still waiting for me to tell her a story......" Tang Lang looked at the little girl staring at him on the side, and said without tears.

When Jiang Ming heard this, he patted his head: "Oh, I forgot about it when I went back to my hometown in the countryside today." ”

When Tang Lang heard this, he had no choice but to look at Tang Ying: "Is it another day?" Brother Jiang Ming hasn't written a story today. Let's go to sleep first. ”

Tang Ying didn't speak, her mouth was choked, and she seemed to be about to cry.

Tang Lang was anxious, and hurriedly took his mobile phone and said, "Jiang Ming, do you think you can write one for me now?" I know what inspiration you writers pay attention to, and it's not that you have it, but you can just talk nonsense first. ”

Jiang Ming leaned on the head of the bed, hooked his lips and smiled: "You turn on your mobile phone hands-free." ”

Tang Lang was stunned for a moment: "Open ...... Turn on hands-free?...... What are you going to do?"

"Tell a story. ”

Tang Lang: "......"

He was even more confused, and he could still directly say, "it?" Didn't it mean that writers need to conceive?

Tang Lang rubbed his eyebrows and whispered, "Okay, don't be too outrageous to become a ......"

Can there be a good on-site fabrication?

Tang Lang turned on the hands-free and put his phone aside.

Jiang Ming's voice came from the other end of the phone: "It's extremely cold, and it's snowing, so it's probably going to be dark, right? A little girl walking barefoot down the street......"

This is the famous "The Little Match Girl" in Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tale.

When Jiang Ming read this article for the first time when he was young, he felt that this little girl was so pitiful.

Jiang Ming's voice was subdued, much better than Tang Lang's study, and it was attractive.

Not to mention Tang Ying, even Tang Lang himself was trapped in the story.

At home, people were eating roast chicken and roasting the oven, and they were happy to celebrate the New Year, while the little girl huddled in the corner and warmed herself with a match.

Tang Lang felt that this was too miserable......

She smiled, held her grandmother's hand, and happily went to heaven. Jiang Ming said the last sentence.

Tang Lang sighed in his heart, he was really dead.

This story is more distressing than "The Ugly Duckling".

Tang Lang has to say, this level of Nima is too high, right?

Is Jiang Ming a monster?

Don't even think about it?

Tang Ying, who was lying on the bed, opened her small mouth and asked, "Heaven, where is it?"

Tang Lang stiffened all of a sudden.

Tang Lang looked at Tang Ying in disbelief.

He...... Did he hear it wrong?

His sister spoke!

In the past year, after she was slapped by Tang Cheng's bastard, she never spoke again. He thought he wouldn't be able to hear his sister's voice for the rest of his life!

She actually spoke?

Jiang Ming didn't seem to realize it, and he said, "A happy place." ”

Tang Ying asked in a milky voice, "Is the little girl happy?"

"Happy. ”

Tang Ying received Jiang Ming's affirmative answer, and her little face showed an innocent smile.

Tang Lang was stupid on the spot...... He spoke, not in one sentence, but in two sentences! and laughed......

Tang Ying pulled the quilt by herself and went to sleep.

Tang Lang licked his mouth, walked out with his mobile phone, and said, "Jiang Ming...... Thank you!"

Tang Lang didn't know how to express his inner excitement.

Jiang Ming just smiled: "It's nothing, I'll go to sleep first." ”

The two hung up the phone.

Because it took a while to tell Tang Ying a story.

Jiang Ming went to sleep after washing.

At night, the whole village is quiet.

In front of Jiang Ping's house, there are a few young men sneaking around.

One of the men said, "Have you heard? Today, a Rolls-Royce driver sent Jiang Ming and Jiang Yun back, and bought a lot of things!"

"We're all villagers, why don't you want to give us a little?" said another man with a sinister eyebrow.

One of them tinkered with a tiny iron rod at the lock of the gate, and in less than a minute the door opened......

Several men crept into the courtyard of their house......

The lock on the door inside was easier to pick open, and several men quickly entered the hall on the first floor.

Jiang Ming, who lived in the room on the second floor, suddenly opened his eyes, with a cold look on his eyebrows.

He had already cultivated to the early stage of the second layer of the Spirit Realm, and his ear power had already been improved.

There's a sound downstairs!

And also...... Footsteps. There are not too many people.

His parents and Jiang Yun must have slept together. So...... The following is definitely someone else!

Downstairs, the leading man flipped through the things Jiang Ming bought, and said excitedly: "Damn, what a rich man." This is Moutai's good wine! I didn't have these when I came back, so we moved a TV back. ”

"Yes, there is still a mink coat here? I wipe it, is the Jiang family haired? It can make a lot of money to take out this mink and sell it, right?"

"There are also biscuits here, they seem to be imported, right?"

A group of people had golden eyes and swallowed their saliva frantically.

An indifferent voice interjected and asked, "Is this mink pretty?"

Meng Hui, who was in the lead, nodded: "It's good-looking, high-end goods!"

Meng Hui and the others were suddenly stunned, and when they turned their heads, Jiang Ming was looking at them with a smile.

Do I rub?

How did this man come here? Why didn't there be any sound at all?