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Chai Guosheng also continued to listen, when he heard that Ning Caichen was living with a monk, the stone in his heart was half lowered, originally, this is a deserted temple, it is better to have a monk than nothing, and listening to this name, Yan Chixia, needless to say, must be a very awesome character.

It's a pity that before Chai Guosheng could put his mind down, he heard that Ning Caichen went out by himself because he couldn't sleep, and I don't know how many times he used the plot of such a death in his previous life, and Chenyang was tired of talking about it, but Chai Guosheng gritted his teeth when he heard it, and scolded, "Isn't this death, isn't it? ”

In the midst of scolding, Chai Guosheng kicked the accelerator and blasted out far away.

However, just when he was ready to be intimidated by the evil ghost, he listened to soft music on the radio, and at the same time, the plot took a turn: Ning Caichen was favored by his sister in the middle of the night because he peeped at someone else's party.

"Grass, this is a ghost story?"

Although he had expected that all Ning Caichen saw were ghosts, such a glamorous encounter still made Chai Guosheng scold with envy, jealousy and hatred.

As the plot deepened, Chai Guosheng had forgotten that this was a ghost story, and Xiaoqian's kindness and helplessness were also forgiven with her life experience, not only that, but when she heard that she was going to be controlled by monsters after death and had to suck human blood, a wave of anger rushed up.

Chai Guosheng didn't notice that at this moment, his emotions had been completely mobilized by the story, and he had ups and downs with the play.

The cowardly but stubborn Ning Caichen, the frightened Yan Chixia by ghosts, the pitiful but kind Xiaoqian, and the cold-blooded tree demon, all vivid images appeared in front of his eyes.

Unconsciously, half an hour has passed, and the program on the radio has come to an end, and the ending of Ning Caichen and Xiaoqian also came to an end in the prelude to Leslie Cheung's "A Chinese Ghost Story", "Thank you for listening to "Midnight Chat Zhai", I am Chenyang, at the same time tomorrow, I will bring you "Strange Stories", welcome everyone to continue listening at the same time tomorrow night." ”

Citylink?

Hearing this name, Chai Guosheng subconsciously looked at the time, roughly calculated the start time of "Midnight Chat", and looked at the channel segment, before stepping on the accelerator and driving away.

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"Whew! ”

Chenyang stretched out in his chair and looked at his watch, it was already two o'clock in the morning.

To say that this village channel is a fuck, there is not even recording equipment, the midnight channel is all live broadcast, if he hadn't written it on the manuscript earlier, it would be difficult to stick to it with this brain.

I turned off the equipment, and spent the night in the broadcast studio, and the next morning, Chenyang returned to the rental house, and before I entered the door, I saw Aunt Zhao standing at the door of the unit and scolding her little daughter, "Tell me about you, how did the teacher teach you? You are so stupid? You can't even write a poem if you are asked to write a poem, and you didn't let you play when it snowed last year? Why are you so stupid." ”

"Aunt Zhao, what's wrong? Chenyang pushed the wheelchair over.

Aunt Zhao has two daughters, the eldest daughter Zhao Jin is twenty this year, and the youngest daughter Zhao Xuan is only seven or eight years old this year, which is when she was in elementary school.

Seeing Chenyang coming, Zhao Xuan buried his head in his chest and rubbed his school uniform nervously.

"Oh, it's Xiao Ke," Aunt Zhao smiled bitterly at Chenyang, "What can I have, it's not Xuanxuan, it's not good to study at all, yesterday the teacher asked her to write poems, and the whole class handed it in, so she couldn't write it, if it wasn't for the teacher calling me over, I wouldn't know about it." ”

In the end, Aunt Zhao was angry again, and poked Zhao Xuan's head with her fingers, "Tell me about you, what can you do, you know how to play every day, and you don't know how to work hard at all." ”

Zhao Xuan held his head, his innocent eyes full of tears.

"If you don't study well, you still have a crying face. ”

"Aunt Zhao, the child is still young, don't be so excited," Chenyang interrupted Aunt Zhao with a smile, turned his head and asked Zhao Xuan with a smile, "Xuanxuan, what poem did the teacher ask you to write?"

"Poems about snow. Zhao Xuan held his mouth, tears rolling in his eyes.

"Did the teacher say, what kind of poem should I be?"

The most indispensable thing in China is poetry, but because there is no shortage, poetry has been baptized by successive dynasties, and it is even more diverse in terms of classification and faction.

Although Chenyang doesn't know much about the extent to which the current Chinese poetry has developed, he also knows that in the current China, the carrier of poetry is more branches of the development of five-character poems, seven-character poems, and miscellaneous poems.

Even though Chenyang wanted to help, he had to figure out the ins and outs of the matter first.

Zhao Xuan shook his head.

"Look at it, look at it," Aunt Zhao pointed at Zhao Xuan with hatred, "What a simple task the teacher assigns, she can't write it, you have paste in your head?"

"It's not that I don't write," Zhao Xuan completely collapsed, crying wow, "I ...... I've written a lot, teacher...... The teacher said it was not good, so let me rewrite it...... I...... I've written it all...... Woowoo"

"What's wrong with the teacher asking you to rewrite? Rewriting is your own problem, crying and crying, you know crying, you don't study well and your face is crying. ”

"Aunt Zhao, don't be angry yet, child, take your time. ”

Hearing Chenyang say this, Aunt Zhao sighed, "Alas, Xiao Ke, you don't know, I was ignorant when I was young, I got married early, and now I don't have any ink in my stomach, I don't want these two children to follow my old path, you say, what can you do if you don't study these years? As soon as everyone comes out, they all graduated from college, their families are better, and they let the children get a doctorate, I don't have any ability, so I want to send Xiao Jin and Xuanxuan to graduate school, at least they come out and live better than me." ”

Aunt Zhao, this is the truth.

According to the memory of the original owner's previous life, Chenyang also knows that although the current Huaxia is full of humanistic care, under the thirteen-year compulsory education system, the soft power competition in the entire Huaxia is stronger than that in the previous life, especially the undergraduate, which is almost the same as graduating from junior high school in the previous life.

Of course, there are also some people who choose to drop out of school and work, but in the environment of soft power competition, life is not very satisfactory, and the parents of the original owner are living cases, which is also the main reason why Chenyang is so miserable now.

"But you can't be in a hurry when writing poetry," Chenyang smiled, "I think Xuanxuan is very smart, and if there is a case, he will definitely write a good poem." ”

"I also know this," Aunt Zhao's eyes dimmed, "but I don't have ink in my stomach, and I can't teach if I want to." ”

Chenyang's eyes rolled, "That's it, Aunt Zhao, I'll write a poem for Xuanxuan first, so that she can have a reference, so that she can have an explanation in front of the teacher." ”

"Okay," Aunt Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, "Xiao Ke, thank you so much, don't you know, Xuanxuan is facing a quiz this time, and the performance in the classroom is usually counted in the comprehensive score, if she doesn't meet the standard, she has to go to the bad class, what do you say this bad class can be, those children ......"