The first subject of the exam is Mandarin, which is also the easiest course for Shen Zhe.

It's a short essay at hand, start with the essay, it's too wasteful to copy the name, and the full score essay comes to the last one, and it's done.

The other topics were also completed quickly.

"Well, it's almost ......"

The college entrance examination system in China is similar to the original time and space, and there are also regional divisions, and in previous years, the key line of Zhonghai City hovered around 600 points.

After two years of high school again, I was a little excited at first, but slowly I felt bored.

Handing in the test papers, Shen Zhe arrived outside the classroom door.

None of the other students came out, only Shen Zhe came to the shade of the tree by the playground alone.

Yang Xin, who was talking to Huang Xinlan, saw her son, and her face sank: "What are you doing here, the exam is not over yet, right?"

Shen Zhe said: "The questions are done. ”

"How much?"

Shen Zhe said: "More than 140 points." ”

Huang Xinlan, who was next to her, heard it and looked incredulous, this exam time is less than half of it.

Yang Xin nodded, quite satisfied, her son has always been at this level of achievement.

Shen Zhe was talking to his mother on the side.

As he spoke, Yang Xin said: "You said you, even if you don't know how to ask questions, you can't hand in the papers, maybe you will come up with it......"

Shen Zhe didn't explain that the test was in Mandarin, and said happily: "Mom, you were like this when you were in school?"

……

Shen Zhe's examination room-

The invigilator was a male teacher with an unfamiliar face, a thirty-five-year-old appearance. Wearing an aqua blue short-sleeved shirt and a pair of rimless glasses, he has a straight figure and looks like a literati.

Versace watched Shen Zhe walk out of the examination room and looked down at the test paper on the lectern.

"Huh?"

"Is there still such a student in Ziwei High School?"

The first thing that catches your eye is the elegant font in one hand, and the hard pen calligraphy written by the signature pen is pleasing to the eye and eye-catching.

Shen Zhe's time and space, there are also many modern calligraphy masters.

One of the sayings in the calligraphy world: Pang Zhonghua is like a mountain, Gu Zhongan is like water, and Qian Peiyun is like the moon.

Their work stands up to appreciation.

The words are like their people, perhaps because of their personality, Shen Zhe likes Gu Zhong'an's font the most.

Water, both soft and rigid, changes with the environment. Lao Tzu said: The softest in the world, the strongest in the world. Flowing slowly, it looks extremely weak, but it doesn't necessarily mean that it can't be rigid, and once it erupts, it's devastating. As for when it will be, it depends on whether there is a Jiangshi blocking the road ahead.

Therefore, when practicing calligraphy, he also uses Mr. Gu Zhongan's characters as stickers.

In the past few years, I have learned a lot, and my muscles and bones are only two or three points. However, for Versace, who had never seen this font before, it was already a big surprise.

If it comes from the pen of a Chinese calligraphy master, he may have some admiration, but a high school student......

It's a little ridiculous.

Calligraphy is an art form of writing, and the structure of Chinese characters has unique innate advantages, and there are many enthusiasts.

Versace gently picked up Shen Zhe's test paper from the lectern and admired it.

After admiring it for a while, I looked at the topic with curiosity.

"That's the right thing...... That's right...... Still correct!"

Hurriedly turned to the last essay question.

"The beauty of reading. Versace smiled, this is a topic he personally proposed, the purpose is to cultivate students' interest in reading.

Shen Zhe directly used it as the title of the composition.

"A cup of tea, a wisp of incense, a handful of ancient scrolls to ponder. ”

"I like to go green in the spring, talk in the summer night, climb high in the fall, and wander in the snowy night. ”

"The taste of life is a refreshing ......"

The more Versace reads, his eyes widen: "This ...... Full marks essay template!"

As a Chinese language teacher, he has read a large number of essays by high school students, and the poor ones are almost like children's graffiti, and most of the better ones are argumentative essays.

But this essay expresses feelings, the brushstrokes are casual, indifferent and mature.

Coupled with that hard pen calligraphy, it is definitely a perfect score level.

Versace looked back at the student's face when he handed in the paper: "No wonder I feel that student is a little ......"

Look down at the student's name on the left side of the test paper: Shen Zhe

"It's ...... same name as my name," Versace remembered at once.

……

After the Mandarin test in the morning, there is still one math to be tested, and the remaining two classes are scheduled for tomorrow.

Ziwei High School is all day students, there is no student dormitory, and most of them are students who live in nearby communities.

After the two exams, as the bell rang, the campus immediately became noisy. Parents are chasing their children to ask how they are doing in the exam, whether they can enter key classes and the like, and at this time, they feel that they are not performing well, and they will inevitably lose their exams.

Shen Zhe sighed: "Alas, everyone wants to enter the university gate, so what about entering?"

On the side, Huang Xinlan said to Yang Xin in surprise: "Your Xiaozhe is not allowed to prepare for the university?

"Don't listen to his nonsense!"

Shen Zhe pretended not to hear, college is the beginning of life's suffering, if you don't study, it will definitely be over, and if you study hard, it may be over.

But it has nothing to do with him, and I'm happy to watch the excitement from the sidelines.

Back at home, as soon as they entered the door, Shen Zhe and Yang Xin were frightened by the scene in front of them.

……

Later generations in China have had a debate about whether Shen Zhe is a musician.

Mr. Shen Zhe, the world's only recognized ten-star writer and cultural master, has left countless works in his life, but one of them is very special.

It was a Chinese song that sang the praises of her mother, and it was widely circulated as soon as it was born.

Shen Zhe also left only one music work in China in a different time and space, and did not make a penny from it, but released it as a public welfare song.

Some scholars believe that Mr. Shen Zhe must have been at a moment of extremely intense and unstable emotions at that time, and from the lyrics to the composition, his musical work showed a very high standard. With just one song, it is enough to deserve the title of a musician.

Moreover, Mr. Shen's works have been adapted into music even more.

There are also many opponents, Mr. Shen Zhe used words to change the world, why bother to get another title?

And a small number of Shen Hei did not dare to be too presumptuous, slandering this master at will, and could only refute it with the lack of musical works.

In fact, the creative background at that time was not at all what others had guessed, it was very accidental.

……

Looking at Shen Mingcheng, who was squatting at the kitchen door peeling green onions, Shen Zhe heard a crow cry in his ears.

Walking over and looking at the embarrassed father, Shen Zhe said dreamily: "Dad, what are you...... Break up my mom, you're going to get this?"

Yang Xin also seemed to have seen a ghost, and muttered: "What's the matter, why are you back, the factory is on holiday?"

Shen Mingcheng threw away the dried onion leaves in his hand, got up and whispered, "Excuse me......

"What's wrong?" Yang Xin hurriedly asked.

"Didn't you get fired from the factory, you have a ghost in your heart, go home and find a job, right?"

Shen Mingcheng frowned and scolded: "What nonsense, who will fire me if I am good." ”

"Have you forgotten what day it is?"

Yang Xin pursed her lips and said, "Oh, do you remember my birthday?"

Shen Mingcheng: "......"

Shen Zhe next to him relieved himself, mainly because his father had never cooked once, and he had always been treated as an uncle. Suddenly, I saw him fiddling with the kitchen, the impact was too strong, and I heard my mother puzzled and laughed.

"Mom, there is something more important today than your birthday!"

Yang Xin glanced at him: "What else is going on?"

Shen Zhe looked at his mother, looked at his father sympathetically, and sighed: "Mom, you won't forget all the marriages you got married one day, right?"

Yang Xin said: "July 15th, oh, you still remember, I thought I had forgotten it." As he spoke, he looked at Shen Mingcheng.

Shen Mingcheng breathed a sigh of relief and recovered from the blow.

Yang Xin looked around, then went to the kitchen door to look inside, and sighed: "Chicken, fish, eggplant...... What's that gooey thing?"

"What about noodles, and then ......"

Yang Xin shook his head, turned around and said, "Put too much water, right?"

Shen Mingcheng was speechless.

After a while, he said, "I wanted to get a few dishes before you came back, but I didn't expect to make a bad thing......

Shen Zhe looked at his embarrassed father and secretly picked his thumb.