From Shen Yiwen, I knew that Xu Hansheng's article was in the newspaper and caused heated discussions, and Xu Yuan was originally quite happy.

But I heard Shen Yiwen on the phone that the editorial department was celebrating, and I felt that the news of having a big dinner together in the evening would not go home.

Xu Yuan sighed a little, and Xu Hansheng looked at each other.

The father and son, who didn't know any cooking skills and soaked instant noodles at most, were extremely sad, and in the end, Xu Yuan decided to go to a small restaurant near downstairs to solve this meal.

The uncle and the old lady gathered in the community to take a walk after eating, at this time the square dance has not yet risen, and the old people are just taking a walk at night, gathering together to chat and knock the road.

"Isn't this Khansheng, it's amazing, the articles I wrote are all in the newspapers."

The old lady was the first to see Xu Hansheng who was going downstairs, and she didn't care about Xu Yuan, looking at Xu Hansheng, her eyes were bright.

I didn't see that the Xu family kid was quite powerful before, so I didn't want to promote my granddaughter and that kid to try.

Xu Hansheng didn't know what the old lady in front of him thought, so he called his grandparents a few times, but he was stopped when he wanted to leave.

"Khan Sheng, you know the article you wrote, should the little daughter-in-law in the article divorce her man?"

"Definitely shouldn't be, how can there be no friction in this life, the children are all there, just leave, what will I do in the future? What about the child? ”

"Old man, you can't say that, this house is a fire pit, I don't jump out of it when I know it's a fire pit, I'm afraid it will be more bitter in the future, I think I should leave!"

“……”

Xu Hansheng listened to several old men and old ladies arguing, his face was numb, and he could only look at his father who was smoking a cigarette and silently speaking.

But Xu Yuan was silent and deliberately ignored Xu Hansheng's gaze for help.

"Ladies and gentlemen, how do you know that my article has been reported?"

"It's not your mother yet, I called a few children one by one in the afternoon, and the children told me when they fucking had dinner at night, so we went to find the newspaper to read, not to mention, what you kid wrote is really whipping in."

An old lady interjected and replied.

Xu Hansheng supported his forehead, and knew that it was done by this unreliable mother.

"Khan Sheng, you haven't said it yet, do you think this girl should leave?"

Being stared at with such enthusiastic eyes by a group of old grandfathers and old ladies, Xu Hansheng's face was numb and he was hot: "What, it's just a fictional story, not a real thing." ”

Obviously, Xu Hansheng's tone was a little dry.

This group of people was not happy, and they thought about pulling Xu Hansheng and said.

But Xu Hansheng was unhappy, so he had to beg his grandfather to sue his grandmother, and he confessed for a long time before he got out.

"Dad!"

"I'm hungry, hurry up and eat." Xu Yuan directly interrupted Xu Hansheng's words and took him down to the restaurant.

……

"What a good article." Looking at the book in his hand, Lao Song was a little surprised and admired.

The Death of the Red Rabbit

"This kid is spiritual, this article is almost the level of a graduate student in the Chinese department." Lao Song put down the notebook, his face was cloudy, "To say, although Xu Hansheng's ancient writing is good, and the level of composition is average, I am a little skeptical that he took out such an article for me at once." ”

"But such a good essay, there shouldn't be anyone who sends it to high school students to deal with the teacher's punishment for the essay. Did he really write it? ”

"That's a big deal!" Lao Song touched the beard on his chin, and his eyes were shining when he looked at the articles in this book.

"Lao Song has eaten, what are you doing?"

Lao Song's daughter-in-law is also a teacher, but she is a middle school teacher, and she also teaches Chinese.

At the beginning, the two were classmates in college, fell in love in school, and got married after graduation.

"Come and see, my student wrote."

shook Xu Hansheng's notebook, and Lao Song obviously showed off on his face.

Lao Song's daughter-in-law gave her own man a blank look, although one teaches high school and the other teaches junior high school, but Lao Song's daughter-in-law's literary literacy is no worse than that of Lao Song, and she even joined the writers' association because she often writes.

is much stronger than the old Song who is dedicated to teaching.

took the book, and the old Song daughter-in-law read it: "Yo, it's still ancient text, don't comment on the content first, dare to write in ancient Chinese, it's quite bold." ”

Lao Song smiled and didn't say anything, waiting for her to finish reading.

A few minutes later.

"Good article, good article indeed." Lao Song's daughter-in-law praised it, and suddenly turned around and asked Lao Song: "Is it really written by your student?" ”

"It's a fake." Lao Song told him about punishing Xu Hansheng for writing essays, but kept the matter of Xu Hansheng and Lin Lujia.

"The level is indeed a lot better than that of high school students, although there are flaws, but the flaws are not hidden. I couldn't have written it at the time, anyway. The more the old Song daughter-in-law looked at it, the more she liked it, "How about you say this article was voted for "Ancient Magazine" magazine? ”

"What?" Old Song paused, "Are you talking about BJ's "Ancient Magazine"? Is this article enough to be in the "Ancient Journal"? ”

The magazine was originally founded by a group of veteran professors who studied ancient literature, and in response to the call of the country to develop culture, it received government support, which made it easier for researchers to put new research on classical literature in front of people's eyes.

Later, with the development of literature and the fact that the content of classical studies did not produce new results every month, the magazine changed its thinking and began to collect good manuscripts of ancient texts from all over the country.

All lovers of ancient literature are proud to have their articles published in the "Ancient Journal".

The old Song daughter-in-law said that this article was voted for "Ancient Magazine", which is definitely an astonishing optimism about the level of "The Death of the Red Rabbit".

Lao Song stopped talking, although he was optimistic about this article, he didn't expect that his daughter-in-law would think that this article was enough to be in the top domestic magazine.

"Didn't the class president when we were in college work as an editor at the "Ancient Journal", just a phone call to ask." Lao Song's daughter-in-law reminded Lao Song.

"yes."

Just do it, for his students to have such an opportunity, Lao Song is still quite happy to fulfill, and directly dialed the phone number of BJ's old classmates.

"Old Zhang, old squad leader."

"Old Song, you haven't called me for a long time."

"Isn't it busy with work, how are you doing?"

"Say, your old Song won't be okay to ask me how I'm doing, what do you have to say, they're all old classmates, and they're still doing this."

"Haha, Lao Zhang, you still have an appetite for me. I have a student who wrote an article that I think is very good. Aren't you an editor at the "Ancient Journal", can you show me, are you qualified enough? ”

"What did your student write? Didn't I say you, Lao Song, you are a high school teacher, what good ancient prose can high school students write? ”

"Lao Zhang, this is your mistake, Taizu said that there is no right to speak without investigation, why did you deny it before you read the article."

"Ah, that's right, then you can take a look at your computer."

"Okay."

hung up the phone, Lao Song made a scanned copy of the notebook and emailed it directly to the other party.

Ten minutes later

The phone rang.

"Old Song, is this really written by your student? It's much better than the manuscript I received recently. ”

"Yes, don't you see if you're qualified to be on the Ancient Magazine."

"I think this is barely okay, the quality of the manuscript I received recently is a little low, this one may be able to squeeze into the position, and we will only know after discussing it in the editorial department."

"Okay, just tell me when the time comes."