Chapter 166: The Mountains Look Up
After a while, Shen Xiaorong came, she came, and there was no one in the "61 Hall", which was strange and scary.
Shen Xiaorong was afraid, she mustered up the courage to run wild while singing, and when she came to the piano classroom, she was tired and out of breath.
Huang Han quipped, "Rong'er, what's wrong? Is Ouyang Feng chasing you?"
"Hahaha......" Qian Aiguo and Chengwenge suddenly burst out laughing.
Zhang Chunmei and Liu Xiaoli knew what was going on, and they were still looking around when they passed the "June 1st Hall"!
Zhang Chunmei said, "Rong'er, I knew you were coming, how good it would be for us to wait for you to go together!"
Shen Xiaorong said, "I walk alone in the 'June 1st Hall', I always feel that there is a voice, and I always feel that something is staring at me!"
Shen Xiaorong's words reminded Huang Han of many legends related to "June 1st Hall" when he was a child, it is said that in that decade, someone once hanged there, and it was always haunted.
When Huang Han was in the second and third grades, even in broad daylight, he didn't dare to enter the "61 Hall" alone.
He said, "Rong'er, I didn't think it through, I should send Chengwen Pavilion to wait for you at the school gate and send you through the 'Liuyi Hall'." β
"I'm actually not very scared, my dad said that there are no ghosts in the world!"
"Hehe-hee! I didn't say that the 'June 1st Hall' is haunted! You must not say it, don't look at Chengwen Pavilion and Qian Aiguo, maybe they are actually afraid of ghosts!"
Qian Aiguo was not happy, and said loudly, "I'm not afraid, how can there be a ghost in this world, I really beat him into a dead ghost!"
This is related to the face of a man, Cheng Wenge was willing to lag behind, and said, "I'm not afraid, if you don't believe it, I'll go sleep on the soldier ball table in the 'Liuyi Hall' now, I promise to be able to sleep soundly." β
To tell the truth, in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, the education to break feudal superstitions had a great effect, and the ghosts, snakes, and gods basically disappeared.
Two thousand years later, the bull ghost and snake god emerged from the horns again, and there were countless people who pretended to cheat money, and they became blatant, and there was a tendency to intensify.
Religion and superstition cannot be confused, and they should still be controlled.
The vast majority of the post-50s, post-60s, and post-70s generations are atheists, who have been educated to follow the party with a red heart since childhood, are not afraid of ghosts and gods, and dare to smash Buddha statues.
Huang Han really had lofty beliefs when he was a teenagerββ, he didn't mind the barely subsistence state at all, and he was bent on defeating the "American imperialist Soviet Revision" and liberating mankind.
Huang Han smiled and said, "Rong'er, don't worry about it this time, when will you come in the future, say no to Chengwen Pavilion in advance, and you won't have to worry about it!
"I didn't have any fear! I dared to go to the 'June 1st Hall' alone. β
Seeing that Xiao Lori was obviously afraid of ghosts and refused to admit it, Huang Han decided not to talk about this boring topic anymore.
He happened to have some playing skills that needed to be figured out, so he gave up his position and said, "Rong'er, you can play "Teacher Walk Slowly" again!
Shen Xiaorong said angrily, "You, you, how many times have you said it, don't call me Rong'er!"
"What's that shouting?"
"I don't have a name, do I?"
"Rong'er sounds so good! We like to call you like that, Zhang Chunmei, Liu Xiaoli, do you think so too!"
"Uh-huh! Rong'er is really good. Alas, it's a pity that we don't have the word Rong in our name, and we all envy it!"
Shen Xiaorong was speechless, glanced at Huang Han, sat down to adjust her breathing, and after a while, the notes beat and a beautiful melody sounded......
Zhang Chunmei, Liu Xiaoli, Huang Han, and Cheng Wenge all sang along to the rhythm.
Half an hour later, Shen Xiaorong had already instructed Huang Han to play three times, and seeing that Huang Han still had to practice, she finally couldn't help it, she said
"Huang Han, I wrote an essay, I hope you can help me take a look, please give some comments!"
Zhang Chunmei and Liu Xiaoli were all surprised, and Huang Han said calmly, "Okay! I must read it carefully and revise it seriously!"
Shen Xiaorong's eyes were a little cunning.
Her essay was revised and re-copied by her parents, both of whom graduated from college and whose father was an honor student at a prestigious school.
Seeing that Huang Han said that he wanted to help revise it, Shen Xiaorong felt ridiculous.
So, the little girl had expectations, and she wanted to see where Huang Han wrote this essay to revise it.
Cheng Wenge and Qian Aiguo also gathered around at this time, because when they were commenting on Zhang Chunmei's essay just now, Huang Han called them over and told them to listen carefully.
Huang Han didn't know that this essay had been revised twice, so he took it and read it carefully first, and then when he read it the second time, he actually changed three places.
Two are changed modifiers, one is that I think the words are inappropriate, and the sentences are too old-fashioned and do not fit the perspective of a little girl.
Huang Han revised Shen Xiaorong's composition, just like revising Zhang Chunmei's composition, explaining the reasons for the revision while correcting it, and talking about the effect achieved after the revision.
Zhang Chunmei and Liu Xiaoli listened attentively, and Cheng Wenge and Qian Aiguo listened with great admiration.
Shen Xiaorong's mood is complicated, and it is simply indescribable at this moment.
The little girl was a little dizzy, she thought that what Huang Han said was reasonable, but the line that Huang Han changed was written by his father!
In the little girl's heart, her father is a high-achieving student, and he is as great as a mountain, and he should not be evaluated inappropriately!
The little girl bit her lip and said nothing, took Huang Han's revised composition and read it carefully.
Huang Han said, "Rong'er, your essay is so well written, I admire it." I think it should be handed over to President Zhu to send to the editorial department of "Juvenile Literature and Art", and it will definitely be published.
Haha, this time, our experimental primary school is sending two good articles with the same topic, content and starting point are completely different. β
"Two?" the little girl was smart! Immediately realized that Zhang Chunmei's essay should have been written.
He asked, "Zhang Chunmei, have you finished this essay entitled "Teacher Walk Slowly"? Can you show me?"
"Huang Han also helped me revise it, I haven't transcribed it yet!" Zhang Chunmei took out her composition and generously handed it to Shen Xiaorong, explaining.
Shen Xiaorong took it and read it carefully, and then exclaimed, "It's so well written, Huang Han's revision is simply the finishing touch." β
Zhang Chunmei said, "I watched Huang Han revise your composition, which is also the finishing touch. β
Cheng Wenge said, "Haha, I must have memorized the idiom of finishing touch, and I guess I will never forget it for the rest of my life!"
Qian Aiguo nodded and said, "I also remember, no wonder my father let me play with classmates with good grades, it's really different." β
Shen Xiaorong said, "Huang Han, it's not early, I want to go home!"
Huang Han said, "Chengwen Pavilion, send Rong'er, remember, always send her home!"
"No problem, I promise to complete the task!" Cheng Wenge agreed loudly.
"I don't want it, I just need you to send me to the school gate!"
Chengwenge said, "Squad Leader Shen, the back seat of my bicycle is modified, and it is comfortable to sit on." You get in the car right now and it will get you home in five or six minutes!"
Shen Xiaorong knew that Cheng Wenge was an honest man, and seeing that he looked serious, she couldn't bear to refuse again, so she got in the car and left.
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