This is the story of a child who is a music fan, just looking at the beginning, he raises contradictions, writes about the child's embarrassment, and then, tells about his love for music, and his mother's growth environment that will still beat the child despite his love.

Li Zheng suddenly had a feeling of being moved.

When he was attracted by the details in the work, he even forgot a few criteria for judging for a while.

"Could it be that Ye Li wrote this article? How is this possible? How is it possible to write such a perfect work in such a short period of time, without any problems at all? ”

Li Zheng was a little incredulous, his hands couldn't help but be a little hard, and some of the green tendons came out.

Slowly, I saw "no one's home, Yang Ke crouched in the grass, and the burdock swayed as if to say to Yang Ke: Go, Yang Ke!" There was no one in the dining room! Go ahead, Yanko! During these scenes, Li Zheng's heart couldn't help but entangle.

"Don't go!" He was screaming inside.

However, Janko was finally discovered, beaten to the point of silence, and lay dying in his mother's arms, his bloodless face, his wish to go to heaven to get the violin, and the solemn, melancholy and stiff expression on his face when he died.

It wasn't until he read the word zuihou that Li Zheng found that his heart was trembling.

He remembered his struggles, the pain of insisting on himself under the difference of status and class, and the burning desire, just like the literary hobby he had erected since childhood.

He believed that Yanko would be happy even in heaven.

Great because of dreams, isn't it?

He suppressed the excitement in his heart, couldn't help it, couldn't believe his eyes, and then read it carefully for the second time.

At this moment, he was completely moved by the story, didn't think about anything, immersed in it, and experienced that sad mood.

He hadn't read something like this in years, he hadn't been so hungry in years, his hands hadn't trembled so hard in years......

When he finished reading it again, he closed his eyes deeply, feeling as if something was still striking in his mind.

It took him a long time to calm down, and he felt his hand sweaty, and then he retracted his hand, and then he noticed that the folds on the paper were deeper, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Only then did he realize that the wrinkles of weishenme's article would be so powerful.

"This is a famous article!" He could not deny this fact. In comparison, Li Zhuyue's article is too immature, like a child stabbing a tornado with a spear, and he will inevitably be covered in bruises.

"This must be Ye Li's. No wonder Li Zhuyue admires him so much......" Li Zheng shook his head and wrote S vigorously on the plot and characters without thinking.

He felt that none of his articles had reached such a level, which was a compliment to Ye Li.

It's just that the tip of his pen paused, and he suddenly remembered Li Zhuyue and his son's efforts, and now compared to Ye Lilai, Li Zhuyue winning the Little Nobel Prize in Literature is simply a joke.

"No, the article must be flawed...... Yes, the theme question, this theme is written as a story of a music fan, which is different from Ye Li's experience, it is obviously Ye Li's fiction, and there is no deep background and connotation...... "Thinking of this, Li wrote B on the theme column as if he was under the same spell.

"There is hope...... There is still hope......" Li Zheng passed on this article, and it happened to reach an old man in the back, and Li Zheng's eyes couldn't help but stare at him secretly.

He knew that this old man was the most famous writer among them, Yu Shi, the most famous, the most authoritative, and highly respected and very fair, if this old man judged Ye Li badly, then there would be hope for Li to win the award month by month.

At this moment, Li Zheng was looking at it secretly, and he didn't even care about the manuscript in his hand, especially a work with the same handwriting by Li Zhuyue, but he only sentenced B.

At this moment, the pen in Yushi's hand is constantly hooking in circles.

This is his habit, haode articles, he will always draw some circles in the judging column, the more circles, the better.

Looking at these articles, a warm feeling surged in Yushi's heart. He likes to watch these students write with young and hot articles, even if the text is ordinary, but their bones are reborn, and there are even many eye-catching innovative works, and this is what these long-established writers need to learn from.

But despite this, his scoring criteria are still very strict, so when he sees an article that is not haode, he is stingy even for a circle.

When he took the crumpled article, his face froze slightly, and then he read it in one breath.

Seeing the scene where Yu Shi's pen did not draw a circle on the judgment column, Li Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.

It was only then that he found out in a distraction that this Yu Master suddenly trembled all over, and said in a gaffe: "Absolutely! Deserved! ”

Then Master Yu was like a treasure, like a child, holding the scroll in his hand, reading it attentively, and his eyes did not turn for a moment.

At this moment, Yushi seemed to see himself working hard day and night, as if he saw that the protagonist was himself, and after reading the article twice, he drew countless circles in the judgment in one breath.

Seeing this moment, Li Zheng lost his voice. It seems that a good article, no matter what the situation, will resonate. This article really attracted the attention of Yushi.

It's just that he remembered the problem with the topic of this article, and he still had a little luck.

Until 11 o'clock in the evening, the main examination teacher of the Literature Club said in a deep voice: "Today's marking is here, let's discuss it for a while, and then strive to set the gold and silver awards tomorrow before the afternoon class, and the final winner can delay two classes." ”

"Okay." Several other writers responded.

Then they nominated several articles on the judging column and expressed their feelings.

When it was the turn of the old man Yu Shi, the eyes of the others noticed Yu Shi with a hint of respect, which was a fair and strict respect for Yu Shi.

Yu Shi coughed slightly and said, "I'm only going to say one article today, called Yang Ke, a music fan." ”

Except for Li Zheng and another writer, several other writers showed blank expressions, apparently they had not yet reviewed the article.

"This is a kind of historical penmanship, which tells the story of the untimely death of a sensitive musical genius, the analysis of the psychology of the characters is meticulous, showing the child's human dignity and the ambivalence of the extreme desire for the violin, and although there are no twists and turns in the plot, the appeal of the story, the contradictions and conflicts, and the emotional rendering have been done to the extreme!"

Yu Shi did not hesitate to praise himself, and the people around him were completely stunned when he heard it, you must know that they have never received such an evaluation after knowing Yu Shi for so long.

For a time, they surged a strong interest in the article.

At this time, Li Zheng nodded in his heart, and Yu Shi said that he was in his heart, and his opinion was exactly the same.

At this moment, Master Yu paused slightly and said, "The theme is ......."

Hearing this, Li Zheng's gaze became serious, and he began to look forward to the fact that the Yu Shihui would start criticizing the subject of this article.

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PS：

Since yesterday, I have faced up to my novels again, and then revised a lot of things with excellence, and I think that if I am either mad by this kind of thinking of my own, or I am crazy by the suppression of this kind of thinking of myself.

Fortunately, I am finally satisfied with the effect of the change.

For many friends who are worried about the story collapse, please rest assured, I have already conceived most of the plot below, if the hand speed can be faster, on the basis of guaranteeing two chapters a day, I can do more!

In the conception, the next plot will be quite exciting, and a blowout will be formed, I hope you can like it!

In addition, I appeal to everyone to help vote for me who has worked so hard, for the sake of hard work!

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