In front of everyone, under the gaze of the three people with various emotions, Zhang Can finally completed his practice.

"Whew." Zhang Can sat up and stretched.

Finished written.

"Are you done?" Lu Qingzhan couldn't help but ask.

"I'm done." Zhang Can nodded.

"I'll see." Hei Zhuang said impatiently.

"Here you go." Zhang Can handed it over indifferently.

After all, he is now being assessed, and if this passes, then it will be no problem.

Hei Zhuang wanted to see it, but he didn't notice it for a while, and was robbed by the president.

He is a small examiner, how dare he argue with the president. I had no choice but to go over and watch it together.

As soon as Lu Qingzhan got what Zhang Can had just written, his eyes couldn't help but light up.

"What a word!"

"That's naturally a good word, don't you know that Mr. Zhang Can is a thousand words!"

Hei Zhuang muttered unhappily.

However, he only said two sentences, and hurried over to see how Zhang Can wrote the so-called practice pen.

Because he saw that Han Song had also come over, how could he fall behind.

Obviously, this is a short story, and judging from the word count, it is about more than a thousand words.

The title is not fancy, it is just a "window" word drawn.

"In the ward of a hospital, there were two patients who were in serious condition. The room is very small and can only accommodate two beds. The ward has a door and a window that opens onto a corridor through which you can see the outside world. One of the patients was allowed to get up and sit for an hour each morning and afternoon, respectively. The patient's bed was near the window. Another patient had to stay in bed day and night.

……”

This is a very simple story, the protagonist of the story, that is, these two patients whose names have not even been explained, one by the window, the other can only lie in bed, they need to recuperate, there is nothing enough to do for recreation.

Only in the morning and afternoon, when the time is up, the patient near the window is helped up and begins an hour-long sit-on session. At this point, he began to describe to his companions what he saw outside the window. Gradually, these two hours a day became almost the entire content of his life and that of his companions.

The lying patient listened to all this with relish. Every minute of this moment was a treat for him. How a child almost fell into the lake, how beautiful and touching a girl in a summer dress was. Then came a thrilling tennis match. He listened to the vivid description, as if he had seen what was happening outside the window.

The patient who was not close to the window suddenly had an idea: why was he lucky enough to be able to see everything outside the window? Why don't you deserve this opportunity?

That day, his companion, the companion by the window, suddenly woke up and began to cough loudly, his breathing was rapid, intermittent, the fluid had filled his lung cavity, he groped with both hands, looking for the button of the electric bell, as soon as the electric bell rang, the nurse on duty immediately arrived.

The other patient, however, watched without moving. I thought to myself, why did he occupy the bed in the window?

The sound of a painful cough broke the silence of the night. One after another...... Stuck ...... Stopped...... Eventually, the sound of breathing stopped.

After a few days, the remaining patient immediately asked if he could be moved to the bed at the window. The paramedics carried him over, and as soon as the doctor left, the patient was propped up with one arm. He looked out the window.

All he saw was a bare wall.

As if they had been taken away from their breath, the three examiners watched intently.

Hei Zhuang saw it the fastest, he quickly saw the end, his face changed greatly, and he exclaimed,

"What?!"

"Quiet!" President Lu hadn't finished reading it yet, and when he heard him say this, he yelled at him, and hurried to look at the following. When he saw the end, he was also shocked.

As for Han Song, his face changed from calm to frightened, but he didn't shout, but his face was very ugly.

Zhang Can looked at the appearance of these people and grinned.

They won't know that in the world conceived by Zhang Can, there is a man named Ou? Henry's Short Story.

The most special thing about him is the ending. Known as "Ou? Henry-esque ending".

The so-called "Ou? "Henry-style ending" usually refers to the fact that the masters of the short story often make the psychological situation of the characters change unexpectedly at the end of the plot, or make the protagonist's fate suddenly reversed, with unexpected results, which are both unexpected and reasonable. It feels unexpected, and I have to admit that he is reasonable.

O'Henry is the originator of writing, so Tiger should be his best advocate and interpreter.

And Tigert's most famous work is this "Window".

Zhang Can appreciates this kind of ending, which sublimates the whole text more than a simple ending, so O'Henry also influenced a large number of writers in later generations, such as Maupassant Xingshinichi and so on.

And these three have never seen such an ending.

Lu Qingzhan's breathing became rapid, obviously excited.

"Ahem." Zhang Can coughed twice, and then took the attention of the three people opposite away from the draft.

"Teacher Zhang Can, this ending is really unexpected." Lu Qingzhan said with surprise and joy.

"After all, it's this guy who spends the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, and there is jealousy, my God, I am jealous of other people's positions by the window? What the hell is this?! Hei Zhuang said angrily.

It's just that as soon as his words fell, Lu Qingzhan unconsciously looked at Han Song, he always felt that this could not be Zhang Can deliberately trying to say Han Song.

But this will, he can't take care of these things, he hurriedly told Zhang Can.

"Teacher Zhang Can, our censorship committee has a special website, which is to publish the works written by our writers in retreat, and I think this article can be published." Lu Qingzhan said excitedly.

In fact, Liao Zhai also wanted to publish it, but Liao Zhai was copyrighted, and Zhang Can also said that Liao Zhai was written before, and this was finally written at the review meeting, and it can be sent out.

"Teacher Zhang Can, how good did you say it was for you to go back and write," Hei Zhuang said regretfully, "You go back and write and then take it over, isn't this passed?" ”

"This, can it be passed?" Zhang Can asked.

"That's absolutely fine, you've passed the low level." Hei Zhuang said regretfully.

"Ahem." Lu Qingzhan hurriedly coughed twice.

Is that what that means?

Lowering the level of Zhang Can's practice works is the standard that they will pass through the review?

It's true, but can you tell it?

What a shame!