When Liu Shuiwen still appeared in the classroom the next day, the head teacher was so surprised that he even stood on the podium and stopped the morning reading class. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Liu Shuiwen, is there something going on at home?" Feng Chaomei looked at Liu Shuiwen at the last table of the last group with a pair of gold-framed eyes, "Eh, by the way, why did you sit at the back?" ”

He Qianqian stood up and replied, "That's the case, teacher, I think I have such good grades, I should sit with someone with good grades." So I asked Liu Shuiwen to sit in the back, and then asked Tang Boyang to come to the same table with me. ”

There was a lean boy sitting next to He Qianqian, looking dumbfounded. Liu Shuiwen secretly scolded in his heart: "Snobbish cousin." ”

"Oh, I see." Feng Chaomei nodded, "What about you, Liu Shuiwen?" You haven't answered the teacher's question yet. ”

"Teacher. Nothing happened in my house. Liu Shuiwen replied seriously.

"Oh." Feng Chaomei didn't say anything more, and turned to leave the classroom.

The second lesson is a math test, and the third lesson is a Chinese class. The Chinese teacher's name is Zhang Ailin, and she is also a female teacher.

Liu Shuiwen seemed to suddenly remember something, and his face turned pale for a while.

Zhang Ailin took a composition book, lowered his head and pondered for a while, and then looked up at the students in the audience: "Who is Liu Shuiwen?" ”

"Me!" Liu Shuiwen raised his hand and stood up, like a child who had done something wrong.

Everyone else was thinking that this kid's essay must have been written in a manner that made everyone angry, so the teacher remembered him.

"You're Liu Shuiwen who doesn't come to school often, right?" Zhang Ailin's voice is very soft, like a young female writer full of literary style.

The other students couldn't help but whisper, wondering if Liu Shuiwen's composition would be so bad that it would be extremely bad to the current civilization.

"I am." Liu Shuiwen's face was hot.

He was not afraid that the Chinese teacher would find out that he plagiarized, but he thought that there was no Zhu Ziqing and "Back" in this era. He was skeptical, then, that the teacher would be able to understand his writing with the current level of language education.

"Hmm!" Zhang Ailin let out a long deep sigh, "Can you come up and read aloud this essay of yours?" ”

Although he knew that "this ......" would not be discovered, it was not his own article after all, and Liu Shuiwen still felt very empty.

"Teacher, why don't you read it to us, I guess he's embarrassed to be ugly." He Qianqian said with a smile.

Zhang Ailin only smiled faintly: "His composition, the teacher really can't read the feelings, I have never seen such an article, I ...... Ashamed, ashamed. ”

The students thought that the teacher was saying the opposite, and they all burst into laughter. Liu Shuiwen walked up to the podium amid laughter, took his composition from the teacher's hand, and opened "My Father"

[My father...... It's been more than two years since I saw my father, and the last thing I can forget is his back.

That winter, my grandmother died, and my father's messenger was handed over. I traveled from Beijing to Xuzhou, planning to follow my father home for the funeral. When I went to Xuzhou to see my father, I saw the mess in the courtyard, and I thought of my grandmother, and I couldn't help but shed tears. The father said, "This is the case, don't be sad, fortunately, there is no endless road!" ”.....】

When Liu Shuiwen recited the composition with emotion, only his voice was left in the classroom.

The faithful and simple words, elegant and substantial, are integrated with Liu Shuiwen's affectionate recitation. Everyone seemed to see a father wearing a black cloth hat, a black cloth coat, and a dark blue cotton robe, and staggering.

The emotional Zhang Ailin quietly wiped her tears.

At the end of the recitation, the classroom fell silent. This may be the best way to slap your face. Originally, you laughed at others, but the truth is that you were so shocked by the other party that you had nothing to say.

Who can believe that this is Liu Shuiwen's composition? No one would believe it, but they had never seen such a simple text. To say that he plagiarized, there is no evidence at all.

He Qianqian didn't want to believe that this was the truth, she had always been a top student, she couldn't write such an essay, and she would never believe that it was written by Liu Shuiwen, who was idle and didn't know how to improve.

"Teacher, he must have plagiarized." He Qianqian stood up unconvinced. She had forgotten that Liu Shuiwen's mother had asked her to help take care of Liu Shuiwen the night before.

"How is this possible?" Zhang Ailin frowned and said, "In the absence of any evidence, the teacher believes that Liu Shuiwen will not plagiarize, right?" Liu Shuiwen. ”

"Yes, teacher, it's not plagiarism." Liu Shuiwen stubbornly said, "If you don't believe it, you can search on the Internet, and then show it to other teachers, absolutely no one has seen this essay." I'm the first and you're definitely the second. ”

Zhang Ailin nodded: "The teacher believes in you, okay, classmate Liu Shuiwen, you go back to your seat." ”

Liu Shuiwen went back to his seat. He Qianqian's eyes almost burst into flames when she looked at him. It's okay if this kid doesn't come back, but as soon as he comes back, he robs her of the qualification that she will be recited every time she writes. She must take back what belongs to her.

At the end of school at noon, the head teacher stopped Liu Shuiwen and then took him to the classroom dormitory.

"Teacher, is this your home?" Liu Shuiwen stood at the door, a little hesitant.

Feng Chaomei turned around and said with a smile: "It's my house, come in, you don't have to go back at noon today, eat at the teacher's place." ”

Without waiting for Liu Shuiwen to figure out the situation, Feng Chaomei shouted into the house: "Dad, is the dish cooked?" ”

"Come on, take a rest first, and I'll eat it soon." A voice came from inside.

According to Liu Shuiwen's experience spanning more than 20 centuries, there is definitely medicine in the gourd of this head teacher, and calling him to come to the house is definitely not as simple as having lunch.

Sure enough, as soon as Liu Shuiwen sat down, Feng Chaomei said earnestly: "I heard from the Chinese teacher that you wrote a very shocking composition, right?" ”

Liu Shuiwen nodded.

"Tell me quietly, where did you copy it from?"

Liu Shuiwen was taken aback, raised his eyes and looked at the head teacher: "That, it's not copied." ”

Obviously he wrote it silently......

"So you mean to say that that's your made-up father?" Feng Chaomei knows the situation in Liu Shuiwen's family, he is one of the best local tyrants, how could his father be dressed so shabby?

Liu Shuiwen nodded: "I don't have a good relationship with my father, so that's my own imagination, and I want you to keep it secret." ”

Feng Chaomei breathed a long sigh of relief: "It doesn't matter if it's made up, as long as it's not plagiarized, it doesn't matter." I'm really happy to see that you are willing to write your homework, I heard that you have completed all the homework arranged by the teacher yesterday, right? ”

Liu Shuiwen nodded slightly. Feng Chaomei felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment, she felt as if she had saved a teenager who was on the verge of death.

During the afternoon class, everyone knew that Liu Shuiwen went to the head teacher's house for dinner, which is not a treatment that everyone can have.

"Liu Shuiwen, didn't you say you were bankrupt? Why is the homeroom teacher still so good to you? A male classmate named Tao Kai asked Liu Shuiwen.

Liu Shuiwen replied: "The head teacher is our mother in school, and she is very good to every one of her children." ”

"Tut-tut." Several male classmates sighed. One said: "Liu Shuiwen, I haven't seen you for a long time, you have been reborn, and you speak at such a high level." ”

"Concession, concession." Liu Shuiwen said, "It's just a small meaning. ”

When he returned home from school, Liu Shuiwen quickly turned on the computer and entered the writers' section of the horizontal and vertical Chinese network, and there was only one piece of information, that is, the review was passed, but there was no short signing station.

It's weird, an article like this, the word count has reached the standard, and it should be signed soon. It is estimated that the writing is too good and the story is too good, which frightened the editors, so there is no signing station.

Liu Shuiwen proudly thought that he was about to become a supergiant who would dominate the spiritual civilization of the 23rd century, and he should be calm and calm.