Family conflicts and warmth? Homeland demolition and nostalgia? Cultural Loss and Inheritance?

These three themes suddenly appeared in Mu Ling's head, and she couldn't choose for a long time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Lu Xin's brushing and brushing were endless, and Mu Ling's heart became more and more anxious, what should I write? How exactly should it be written? None of this is known.

Taking a deep breath, Mu Ling opened her blazing eyes and spit it out like a pickled radish.

I still can't think of it~~~ What should I do if my IQ is in a hurry?

After scratching her ears and cheeks for a while, Mu Ling had a flash of inspiration, since the three can't be chosen, how about writing all three?

Well, since I want to knead three genres into the novel, then the three themes here should be no problem, of course, the three must not be evenly distributed, and appropriate trade-offs are still necessary.

With the draft paper in hand, Mu Ling began to write hard, constantly marking important plots like writing a novel outline.

Well, for the narrative, it can be said that 80% of it is made up, so Mu Ling began to put her mind into her memory, looking for materials that could be used.

Suddenly, her heartstrings tightened, and she felt like her thoughts were being pounded.

What's going on? She just wants to remember her grandmother, what kind of fuss does this feeling like a ban is?

Moreover, the figure of the grandmother became more and more blurred, as if someone could play a mosaic.

Mu Ling wanted to dig deeper, but the situation didn't allow it, and it was still a matter of competition.

Family, Hometown......

Yes, why don't you take the snacks in Grandpa Mu's town as the main line and tell a story of sorrow and joy.

I love the small pastries in the shop, but unfortunately, the owner of the shop is sick because of the demolition, and his heirs are doing business abroad, and they can't look down on the craftsmanship he has been doing all his life, so he is more and more lonely.

Look, family, culture, locality, all kinds of materials, this is almost enough to write a humanistic realistic novel!

Because there is no limit to the number of words in the essay exam, Mu Ling spent a long time reading the content, and it is estimated that it will end in 2,000 to 3,000 words.

With the content, Mu Ling is easy to write, after all, she has also written novels for so long, and she is very good at some details, so the more she writes, the more excited she becomes.

Tu Jingrui next to him is slightly different, just now Mu Ling was still showing her teeth and claws, but now she has written it quickly, it looks like she is still very satisfied, sure enough, the prodigy is not called in vain.

As for Lu Xin, he didn't raise his head once during the whole process, although he was a little bit better in terms of feelings, he still had his own strength, but he was not at all like the straw bag female partner in the novel.

The cathedral was eerily quiet, except for the sound of deep and shallow breathing, as the instructors on patrol looked at their buried heads and nodded their heads in approval.

Relax, look up, stretch your feet, throw your pen away!

After writing, Mu Ling is like a pigeon that has returned to the blue sky, bathed in the sunshine and warm.

Maybe it was a little louder, and the people around her looked at her differently, and Mu Ling noticed the surrounding environment.

Waving her hand apologetically, Mu Ling saw that Lu Xin and Tu Jingrui had finished their works, and then refocused on her two full sheets of paper.

A rough estimate of the word count is about two thousand five, and the cause, development, climax, and ending of the whole thing are there.

Yes, this is no longer a simple narrative, but a short story from the perspective of a bystander.

The final ending was a little sad, but the moment the old man closed his eyes, he saw new hope for folk snacks!

After waiting for a while, the bell rang for the end of the competition, and the teachers began to collect the papers one after another, while Lu Xin was already elegantly arranging the pen and paper.

Mu Ling noticed that she actually wrote a small block with a hand, and then looked at Tu Jingrui, my God, the official book is out!

This one by one is a capable person, just his own grass is not like grass, the line is not like the line, and the Kai is not like a mixture of Kai, Mu Ling can only wash her face with tears.

On the bus back again, Mu Ling sat in the last window position, wanting to be quiet, but she didn't know that Lu Xin was sitting next to her.

That's embarrassing.

"Mu Ling, we've been fighting for so long, I finally figured out one thing."

Lu Xin's opening was very solemn, and Mu Ling looked at her in surprise.

"You don't like Pan Wen!"

My sister, you finally know! Thankfully, don't come back to pestering me, okay?

"But!"

Well, how can there be a twist? Don't bring such!

"Pan Wen, he likes you!"

What does it matter to me if he likes me or not? Is it necessary for you to be so entangled?

"So, I'm still going to declare war on you, in the midterm exam, I'm going to compete with you!"

Mu Ling was no longer able to complain and lost the function of language.

With such a solemn declaration of war, how can she accept it? It seems that this midterm exam is going to be released.

At this time in the cathedral, the teachers stacked a thick stack of rolls on the table.

"Curator, except for two people who haven't finished writing, everyone else has handed it in."

A white-haired old woman wearing round glasses slowly stepped forward and flipped through the heavy pile casually.

"Let's divide the papers, pick out the ones that obviously don't fit the theme, and send the rest to my office."

When the old woman had finished speaking, she went out.

"Eh, how many articles did she have to keep when she said that?"

"I don't know, let's leave half of it, and delete a layer of unqualified ones first."

"Half? The rest of the half she can see? In a week, a hundred articles must be selected! ”

"You don't look at who they are? Her son is the director of the Education Bureau of Jiang City, can he have less real skills? ”

"I think she's quite old......"

"Shut up quickly, the family is not old-hearted, but they don't live on their son, so I really shouldn't have brought you here."

......

"The other side! What's going on today? Why can't I remember the details of my grandmother? ”

As soon as she returned to the dormitory, while Miao Xiaoyang went out to eat, Mu Ling locked the door and entered the space.

"How forgetful are the nobles, what can they have?" The other side didn't take this seriously, and replied perfunctorily.

"Seriously, I feel like the memories of my grandmother are clouded!"

The other side raised a slight interest, flipped off the cot, and then licked the cat's paws.

"It's okay, don't think about it, the memory is vague, it's normal."

Although the other side said it very surely, Mu Ling didn't feel relieved at all, on the contrary, she always felt that this was a sign, a sign of disaster.

Bang bang, there was a knock on the door, and Mu Ling couldn't help but think about it too much, so she hurriedly withdrew from the space.

However, when I opened the door and saw this scene, I couldn't help but be stunned.

How did Xiao Huang get here! Also unexpectedly in Miao Xiaoyang's arms! (To be continued.) )