The next day at school, after class, Nie Qing came to find Nianhua and Tuoba Ling, her fresh face was full of confusion, with a pair of jet-black eyes.

Tuoba Ling was frightened, clasped his hands and laughed, "Xiaoqing, you are so funny, you really look like a panda." Didn't sleep last night? ”

Nianhua was equally shocked.

"You're still laughing at me." Nie Qing sat down at the edge of the corridor with a miserable expression, "Tell you something, you won't be able to laugh." ”

"What's the matter?"

Nie Qing's dark eyes suddenly stared at the air, "The matter of the evil sect." ”

"Let me tell you, yesterday I went out to make soy sauce and saw a boy squatting at the entrance of our alley, and the boy's face was very white and dirty. He said he was hungry, and I kindly invited him to my house for dinner, and guess what happened? ”

"I want to think about it." Tuoba Ling walked a few steps, "That boy arrived at your house and ate all your food?" ”

Nian Hua thought for a while, and said slowly: "You then took the boy home, ate the boy, washed his face, and changed into a set of clean clothes, but unexpectedly found that the boy was surprisingly handsome. At night, a refined man in black suddenly appeared in front of your house, it turned out that this boy was the heir of a certain consortium, he was chased and killed by the enemy, and he was saved by you, and they were ready to repay you. ”

"I know, I know!" Tuoba Ling looked at Nianhua adoringly, "Nianhua, are you going to write another sketch, the next plot is that the prince and Cinderella live happily together." ”

Looking at Nie Qing's appearance, he also knew that it was not, Nianhua asked, "Then what." What's going on? ”

Nie Qing said softly: "When I arrived at the door of my house, I turned around and saw that the boy was gone!" You say horror is not horror. I was so scared that I didn't dare to sleep at night, my mother said I don't want to think about it, I ran to sleep in my second brother's room, and my second brother actually scared me, saying that there are many such haunted legends on their construction site......"

Tuoba Ling was more bold and disagreed, "I think you are scaring yourself." I don't believe there are ghosts in this world. ”

"Really, you haven't seen it, that boy really disappeared out of thin air. And there was no sound at all. Nianhua, what do you think, Ling'er doesn't believe it, you should always believe it. ”

"Ghost things. Don't believe it. Nianhua said. The narrow eyes shone with wisdom, after all, many things in this world cannot be explained.

Nie Qing's face turned even paler, in stark contrast to the blackness of her eyes, "I don't know if that ghost will follow me again." I used to think ghosts were scary, they were made on TV, they had a big tongue and their eyes were dripping with blood, but the boy was wearing a pink dress. It's really beautiful. ”

Pink Dress...... Soy sauce...... Nianhua looked at Nie Qing in horror, and suddenly had a bad premonition. "That boy must be about your age, right?"

"yes."

Nianhua stroked his forehead deeply, saying that he didn't know how to eradicate Nie Qing's symptoms, but he was thinking about it, it turned out that Nie Qing was the little girl who played soy sauce, and she didn't leave ten.

Han Lin, you'd better not let Xiaoqing see you!

In the afternoon, Teacher Dai's class bell rang, Nianhua wanted to turn around and chat with Tuoba Ling for a while, but Teacher Dai looked at her very solemnly on the podium and said solemnly: "Deputy squad leader, you come to the office with me." ”

Nianhua's heart was pimpled, Teacher Dai had never spoken to her so sharply, what was the matter this time? Even though she had a thousand questions in her heart, she still took a deep breath, calm, and kept absolute calm in everything.

Following Teacher Dai to the office, Teacher Dai put down the book, found a chair and said to her, "Sit down." Then he sat across from Nianhua.

This is, interrogation? Nianhua glanced at him suspiciously, and could only sit in the chair dignifiedly.

There was only silence in the office, and after a while, there was a small and fragmented voice, and Teacher Dai took out an envelope from his book and handed it to Nianhua, "This letter was given to you by a friend of the teacher in Beijing, you can read it." ”

Nianhua took it and came quietly, Teacher Dai just stared at her silently, and her eyes slowly became excited......

The content of the letter is roughly like this, China Television plans to buy the sketch "Not Bad Money" in Nianhua, and will pay a generous amount. That's not the point, the point is in the TV! This is equivalent to the level of CCTV in later generations! ZOSE presides over the Spring Festival Gala of China every year and has relative authority in China. Nianhua raised his eyes and couldn't suppress his joy, after all, "Not Bad Money" is qualified, and it has also been on the Spring Festival Gala in later generations.

It's just that, how would ZOSE know about her sketches? Seeing that Teacher Dai was also full of smiles, and even the glasses on her face could refract a flash of light, Teacher Dai told her about the matter.

Teacher Dai was undoubtedly proud and excited that his student, the vice president of their class, could write such a sketch. Just a few days ago, I went to Beijing, and a friend who works at China Television complained that the current program of China Television lacks a good sketch, the director is very strict, and many sketches have been cut down. And the programs of China Television have always been screened and rehearsed a long time in advance, but this time there are only a few months left, and I haven't found a suitable sketch, and the director even wants to pull one up in the program that has been brushed down.

At that time, Teacher Dai just said: "I'll show you a sketch, written by the vice president of our class, I have never seen such a good sketch." ”

My friend was surprised: "Is your classmate's vice president or your student's vice president?" ”

Teacher Dai laughed: "This time it's really not me who blows, our current students in the class." ”

Teacher Dai treasured the video of that sketch at school, the level of the eighties, I didn't see it very clearly, it was a little blurry, and the scene was bustling and noisy.

After seeing it, my friend exclaimed on the spot: "Genius! Genius! Lao Dai, you student will have a future in the future! Can you lend me this, I'll take it back to our director! ”

A friend recommended this sketch like a director, and the director was very excited, and it really looked like a long-term drought and a rainy day, and he was shocked by his old acquaintances in a foreign country. A first-year junior high school student can write such a meaningful sketch, it seems that they are all old.

So there is such a thing as today.

Nianhua couldn't help but feel embarrassed, feeling that this is a good thing, why did Mr. Dai behave so scary at first.

"Mr. Dai, the level and standards of ZOSE are trustworthy, and it is my honor to be looked at by them."

Nianhua said without arrogance or impatience, extremely modest, Teacher Dai nodded with satisfaction, "This is about you, about our class, the big things in the school, the teacher feels that you must be cautious, you had better communicate with your parents seriously when you go home." The contact information was also left on the letter, and the rest will be handed over to you. ”

"Thank you, Mr. Dai." Nianhua stood up and bowed deeply. This is necessary, if it weren't for Mr. Dai's mistake, China Television would not have noticed her, and she could show a good work to the world, so that the people of the whole country can share it, give education and enlightenment, this is the value that a good work should play. (To be continued......)