Zhou Fuzi came to class after all, he looked like his eyelids were blue, and his eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't slept well, but he was not sick as Shen Ziwen said. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Among the students taught by this master, there is actually a talented girl who can be on the "Poetry Newspaper", the old man is very pleased, Mei Xueyan, the old man is rigorous in his studies, so you have high hopes to be strict, you should understand the good intentions of the old man, right? You should understand the principle of being a teacher for one day and a teacher for life, right? ”

Mei Xueyan didn't expect Zhou Zuoren's face to be so thick-skinned, and she had cut off her teachers and students before, but now she said such things with a shy face.

"Since Master Zhou has become disgusted with his students, I will naturally never mention Master in the future, so as not to insult the teacher."

Zhou Zuoren said without changing his face: "I don't talk about the scriptures today, I see that you are all holding this month's "Poetry Newspaper", then talk about the way of poetry, just right, Mei's poems are the best, take her poems as an example, let's taste them together." ”

Saying that, Zhou Zuoren smiled meaningfully at Mei Xueyan, and took out a piece of tissue paper from the bookcase, Mei Xueyan felt a little familiar, isn't this the poem that Feng Qiumo asked her to change?

She kept clipping the paper under the desk, forgetting to revise it for him, it is more difficult to change the poem than to make a poem, and she has to inherit the artistic conception of the original poem, and she wants to be superior to the original manuscript, and she destroys the original poem without noticing, Mei Xueyan forgot about it for a while. Sure enough, the pressed manuscript paper under the textbook was gone.

"Master Zhou, please return the manuscript of the poem to me."

Mei Xueyan was a little annoyed, how could Zuoren look like a teacher this week? What's the difference between flipping through other people's things and stealing?

"Don't worry, although I don't pay attention to poetry, I can read more poems than you have written, and I still have the ability to appreciate it, you must not be self-righteous when you publish the "Poetry Newspaper", it is your honor for the old man to point you out."

"Master Zhou's mind, the students understand it, but it is an unfinished first draft, I can't talk about appraisal, and I don't bother Master Zhou to point out, I will revise it when I take it back."

Feng Qiumo trusted herself, so she gave her the original manuscript in private, she was negligent and didn't keep it well, but let others steal it, it really shouldn't be, and this kind of manuscript shouldn't be made public.

Shen Ziwen arched his hand and said: "Mei's case, it's just a poem, everyone wants to read your masterpieces, let's learn a thing or two, Mei's case won't be so stingy, right?" ”

"If you don't ask, it's a thief, and if it's your thing, you won't be so arrogant."

Mei Xueyan accentuated her tone, these two people were embarrassed, and they spared no effort to find all kinds of excuses to suppress her, the easier they talked, the more they had to advance.

"The old man kindly instructed you, what is it that you don't steal?" Zhou Zuoren said with some shame, "Do you think I'm not qualified to comment on this poem?" ”

"Yes." Mei Xueyan said decisively, "You and I are not qualified to criticize this poem, it is not made by me, I am ashamed that I have not preserved and perfected it, and I can't let others spoil this poem." ”

"Ho." Zhou Zuoren sneered, "Are you afraid of making a fool of yourself?" Let everyone know that you Mei wrote such a, which will damage your reputation? You are all students, and we must make progress together. ”

"yes." Shen Ziwen echoed, "Why should the head of Mei's case borrow someone else's pretense. ”

Immediately, Zhou Zuoren recited the poem aloud.

"Lin'an Guazhou is a water, and Zhongshan is only separated by a few mountains."

Zhou Zuoren pinched his beard and said: "The rhetoric is mediocre, the artistic conception is average, and the battle is not neat...... To be honest, it's understandable that this kind of poem comes from the mouth of a child, but isn't Mei the head of the case talented? There is nothing brilliant about these two sentences, and you can also talk about your opinions. ”

Although everyone reveres Mei Xueyan's talent, good is good, bad is bad, and ordinary poems can't be praised.

Shen Ziwen glanced at Mei Xueyan sideways, she could sit still, and she was not angry.

Shen Ziwen was a little happy, in his eyes, Mei Xueyan's poems were very ordinary, and even inferior to what he wrote, why could Mei Xueyan be on the "Poetry Newspaper", but he was not praised?

"The spring breeze blows on the south bank of the river again, when will the bright moon shine on me."

Zhou Zuoren sneered: "These two sentences are no different from those made by schoolchildren, and they are not poetic. When will Mingyue take care of me, Mei, you are from Lin'an, but I don't know where you want to go back? I really don't know what to do, and I moan without illness. ”

Feng Qiumo's willingness was to express that he had been belittled for many years and hoped to return to Beijing one day, and Zhou Zuoren regarded the poem as if it was written by Mei Xueyan, so he criticized it so much.

"Everyone has a bad inspiration, why should Master Zhou hold on to the first draft?"

Chen Junsheng said indignantly that Master Zhou was relying on the power of the division commander to bully others.

"This poem is too bad, I don't think there is any need to survive in the world, no matter how you change it, it is better to destroy it, so as not to be seen and embarrassed by outsiders."

Zhou Zuoren picked up the wolf's hard pen, dipped it in ink, painted it thoroughly line by line, and finally crossed the manuscript paper, and he was satisfied with it beyond recognition.

"You should also take this as a warning, don't be complacent when you get a few words, like Mei Xueyan who disrespects teachers and teachers, and does not humbly seek advice, Jiang Lang will be exhausted in a few days, and everyone will be gone!"

The students looked at each other, Master Zhou's move to destroy people's hearts and minds, it was really against the teacher's way, they couldn't look past it, but the tradition of respecting the teacher made them hesitate.

Mei Xueyan asked lightly: "Is Master Zhou's review finished?" ”

"Such a failure is not worth my comment at all, and helping you destroy the poem is also a lesson for you."

Mei Xueyan walked to the lectern and folded the scribbled manuscript paper.

"Then I thanked Master Zhou on behalf of others, but I can only bring this piece of waste paper to deal with people." Mei Xueyan sighed and said, "If I didn't protect the manuscript of the poem, I could only go and ask Feng Yuanjun for my guilt." ”

"What Feng Yuanjun?"

Mei Xueyan smiled and said: "This poem was written by Feng Yuanjun, let me revise it, but since Master Zhou did it for me, the students are grateful, and I think Feng Yuanjun will be satisfied." ”

Zhou Zuoren was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and sweat the size of a bean dripped down his forehead.

He can suppress Mei Xueyan, but how can he have the courage to offend Feng Yuanjun? Zhou Zuoren only felt that his head was a mess of porridge, how could it be Feng Yuanjun's? How could Feng Yuanjun let Mei Xueyan change her poems?!

"Such a tireless scum is not worthy of being our teacher!" A child shouted, "Get out of the county school!" ”

Zhou Zuoren came back to his senses when he was hit in the face by a brush, only to see that the students were all glaring at him, and several of them were bold enough to throw pen and paper balls at him, and before being hit by an inkstone, Zhou Zuoren hurriedly took out the classroom.

"I've long been dissatisfied with his virtues, it's really gratifying!"

Chen Junsheng said happily that he just threw the inkstone.

"Hmph, this kind of person will only mislead people's children! Everyone made a plea to Feng Yuanjun and quit this old man! ”

"Good!"

Shen Ziwen looked at the anger of everyone and excluded him, obviously, like Zhou Zuoren, the county school couldn't stay.