Second floor.

Inside the stairway.

The open class of Class 6 got off early, and the parents had already come out to chat with the outside, and the big smokers even hid in the toilet to smoke.

"Huh, such a big move?"

"What's wrong?

"It's not a text, I heard that the experimental class is a writing essay today. ”

"Oh, the student's article, let's go and listen to it. ”

"Okay, but let's keep our voices quiet, and the school leaders and teachers are there. ”

Then many curious parents came to the door of the first class, and then heard the "Praise of Poplar" recited by Zhang Ye himself!

A parent touched the goosebumps on his hands, his eyes shocked.

The other parents were also stunned when they heard this, and someone looked at the parent just now, "Friend, are you sure this is an essay written by an elementary school student?"

The man wiped his sweat, "Yes, their class is an open composition class." ”

Parents couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, saying that all the current primary school students are so awesome?

……

A few minutes later, the open class ended.

"Class. ”

"Stand up. ”

"See you again, classmates. ”

"I'll see you again, teacher. ”

The Chinese teacher smiled and said: "Xie Lu, thank you for coming, today's lesson is over, you can take the children home, today's homework is for everyone to write a "Poplar Praise" after reading, and the teacher will check it when the class is held tomorrow." ”

After class, the children were suddenly surrounded by Chenchen's seat!

"Chenchen! your uncle is amazing!" Dede ran over first.

Chenchen didn't have the complacent nature that children of the same age would have at this time, but still had that little stinky face, and said calmly: "Make do." ”

"Is your uncle a big star?" another little boy asked, "Why do the principals and teachers know him?"

Chen Chen silently put away his pencil case and books, and said, "Sort of, I didn't know that he was so famous." ”

"Chenchen, let's go home together. ”

"I'm going to be with me, let my dad drive us. ”

"Chenchen, Chenchen, are you going to my house to play? ”

A bunch of little boys and girls all hugged her, asking questions and asking questions, and their attitudes were very friendly.

Seeing this, Zhang Ye was also relieved in his heart, the little guy could have a better relationship with his classmates, of course, he was willing to see it. In fact, Xiao Chenchen herself is cute and beautiful, porcelain dolls in general, it is estimated that there is no such good-looking child as her in the whole school, from an aesthetic point of view, everyone should be very willing to play with her, but Xiao Chenchen is too cold, and there is a maturity that does not match her age, which caused her to be not very gregarious, after today's events, I believe that Chenchen's interpersonal relationship can be improved, which is the only thing Zhang Ye can do.

Tongtong and her father were silent at this time, and the father took his daughter out of the classroom and didn't stay for a moment, he felt very shameless.

"Teacher Zhang Ye!" the Chinese teacher suddenly walked up.

Zhang Ye, who was about to take the child home, stopped to look at her, only to remember that the other party wanted to stop talking in class before, and said something after class, so he asked, "Teacher, who were you before?"

The Chinese teacher was a little embarrassed, she saw that she should be about the same age as Zhang Ye, and she would not graduate for more than two years after graduation, but after she twisted for a while, she hesitated to take out a notebook, "Actually, it's not a big deal, it's just ...... I especially like your poems, your "Birds and Fish", "Petrel" and "Generation", I have read it more than a dozen times, and now I can memorize it word for word, especially the song "Dead Water" you said a few days ago, that is my favorite, I am a die-hard fan of yours!"

When Zhang Ye heard this, he was embarrassed, "Ah? Xie Lu, thank you, Lu Xie." ”

The Chinese teacher looked at him with a notebook, "Can you sign for me?" My husband also likes you, he likes your "Ghost Blowing the Lamp", he stays up late every night to listen to it, and he has never left a single issue!"

Zhang Ye immediately took the notebook, "Then it must be no problem, how many do you want?"

"One...... No, two is best. The Chinese teacher was very happy and handed him the pen.

Zhang Ye's handwriting is not particularly good-looking, but it is a normal handwriting, he still writes very beautifully in terms of signature, and it is a little funny, this guy has practiced before, he has a desire to be famous when he is a child, and he fantasizes that one day he will be asked to sign an autograph, and today he finally got his wish, do the math, this is the first time that a fan asks him to sign it, but it is a very memorable day.

"Signed. Zhang Ye gave it back to her.

"Xie Lu Xie!" The Chinese teacher was very excited.

Chenchen glanced at this side coldly.

Zhang Ye casually touched Xiao Chenchen's head and said to the Chinese teacher: "Chenchen, this kid is not very sensible and disobedient, you will have to worry more in the future." ”

"You're polite, you're polite. The Chinese teacher immediately said, "Don't worry, I will definitely teach the child well." Speaking of this, she saw that there were no adults next to her, and suddenly whispered: "Originally, Chenchen's grades may be transferred out of the experimental class to other classes this semester or next semester, but...... I'm sure I'll fight for Chenchen, and I won't let her transfer to another class. ”

Zhang Ye said: "That's thank you." ”

At this time, the head teacher Zhao Mei also walked up quickly, "Teacher Zhang, you can also sign me, I am a loyal fan of your fairy tales, hehe, I also mobilized school teachers to vote for you in the original "Little Rabbit is Good", but my favorite is "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs". ”

"That must be signed, Xie Lu thanks for your support. Zhang Ye signed another one for Zhao Mei.

After finishing it, Zhang Ye said goodbye to a few teachers, and then stretched out his hand and said to Xiao Chenchen: "Let's go, go home for lunch." ”

Chen Chen once again showed a disgusted gaze, but he still obediently put his little hand into Zhang Ye's big hand and let him pull it.

Zhang Ye led the child out of the classroom.

The other parents and children who didn't leave were still talking about it.

……

Midday.

Jiaomen East.

The two of them went downstairs and took the elevator upstairs.

Zhang Ye boasted: "How about the little guy, this time you know that your Uncle Zhang is amazing, right? Don't be so rude to your Uncle Zhang in the future, you must know that you respect the elders." ”

Chenchen tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Hehe." ”

Zhang Ye: "......"

When the elevator arrived, Zhang Ye pulled her to the landlord's aunt's small duplex and pressed the doorbell.

After a while, Rao Aimin, who was wearing an apron and a coiled hair, opened the door, "Are you back?" ”

Rao Chenchen went back to her room by himself, and Zhang Ye followed Rao Aimin into the kitchen to help, but when he saw the dishes on the table, he was startled, "Aunt Landlord, what day is it today? Why do you get so many dishes? Or are there other people coming? How many people eat?"

Rao Aimin said while stir-frying: "Let's just do it." ”

"That's too much, where do we have such a large amount of food. Zhang Ye felt extravagant.

Rao Aimin didn't even look at him, "Where are you talking so much nonsense, just wait to eat." After a pause, she said: "Teacher Chenchen called me just now, and I also heard about the school, okay, I didn't expect you to be quite famous, and the teachers all know you?"

Zhang Ye said: "That's right, that is, you keep stepping on me, it's not me blowing with you, I'm so popular, don't mention it!"

Rao Aimin shrugged her shoulders, "Hehe." ”

The corners of Rao Chenchen's mouth, who followed behind, hung up, "Hehe." ”

The two of them laughed almost at the same time, and their expressions were the same as those carved out of a mold, which made Zhang Ye very depressed.

You're just hehe!

Your whole family huh!

……

own home.

After coming back, Zhang Ye covered his stomach and hiccuped, it was so delicious, the landlord aunt didn't look at her mouth and didn't forgive people, it would be more and more damage, but cooking was really a must, anyway, Zhang Ye was conquered by the landlord's aunt's craftsmanship, although he had also eaten Rao Aimin's cooking before, but obviously she didn't care, compared with this time, it seems that it was not done by one person, it can be seen that the landlord aunt is thanking herself for today's help in this way, so this meal took more effort to make.

Fragrant!

My stomach is about to explode!

Zhang Ye climbed in front of the computer, digesting food while reading the web, since he entered the category of fifth-tier stars, there are a lot of meager @张Ye every day, he is not tired, he reads them one by one. When it took an hour to see the latest one, Zhang Ye immediately paid attention.

The speaker called the child's sky.

"I saw my idol @ Teacher Zhang Ye today, for some reason, I won't say how I met him, but I was fortunate to have two signatures from Teacher Zhang Ye, and I was very honored to hear Mr. Zhang's new work recited on the spot - an essay, I can't send so many words, I'll stick the article out, the handwriting is written by a child, you can ignore this. ”

The full text of "In Praise of the Poplars" was pasted.

This is the content of Chenchen's notebook under the mobile phone.

Zhang Ye knew at a glance that the publisher must be the Chinese teacher, so he helped click and forward.

"Teacher Zhang's new work?"

"Can Zhang Ye still write prose?"

"Why not, isn't "Haiyan" just a prose poem, almost. ”

"After reading it, it's really good, it's really like what Teacher Zhang Ye wrote. ”

"Ah, Mr. Zhang forwarded it and liked it, it must be Mr. Zhang Ye's work!"

"Everyone, get up, there's another big work after "Dead Water"! Don't let it sink!"

"After watching "Praise of Poplar", a sentence "Praise of Zhang Ye" popped up in my mind, what kind of talent can create so many classic works!"

"Have you really seen it? What does Mr. Zhang look like? Is he handsome or not?"

The Chinese teacher replied: "I can't describe it as handsome, but I think the eyes are quite charming, haluha, my husband is coming back soon, I will delete this reply in a while." ”

In the afternoon, "In Praise of Poplar" did not receive as many retweets and clicks as Zhang Ye's previous works, which may be more educational, but many teachers and scholars working in the education department regarded them as treasures and forwarded comments one after another, not popular, but surprisingly applauded! This should be Zhang Ye's most uncontroversial article work, after reading it, no one raised any doubts!