Huang Xin suddenly realized, and said, "Oh! Hehe, we thought you could be a prophet!"

"Don't believe in any uncertain prophets, that's feudal superstition, sleep, don't go in the future, you smell of smoke." ”

"Uh-huh! Those adults are choking to death from smoking, I have long wanted to come back, but Sister Yu'er refuses.

She still had to wait there, and she didn't come back until Li Mei's father said that even if she received the signal, it was past the time to show the TV series. ”

"Hey, hey, you're all going to get tired of watching TV. ”

"That's what you guessed again?"

"Well, you remember, you must study hard while you are young, and don't think about watching that black and white TV. In the future, you will have a large color TV at home, and movies will be played on the TV every day. ”

"I've heard your classmates say this, it seems that foreigners have TV sets at home, and they can watch TV all day long. ”

"That's true, that's probably what the US imperialist countries are!"

"Do you think so too? We are a socialist country, and we should be the best!"

"Sleep, sleep, US imperialism will be blind when watching TV every day, of course it is not as good as the great socialist countries!"

How could Huang Han talk to his sister about such a sensitive issue, and after talking nonsense, he refused to talk and pretended to sleep.

Huang Xin saw that Huang Han was silent, so she didn't ask any more questions, and she also felt the smell of smoke on her body, so she went to the kitchen to take a bath.

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Huang Han instructed Zhang Chunmei to write an essay titled "Teacher Walk Slowly", and thought about helping her revise it well.

The ultimate goal is to be published by "Juvenile Literature and Art" again.

Zhang Chunmei, a little girl, often came to help Huang Han sell tea eggs during this time, she played there well, and even helped collect money and help get tea eggs for customers.

Zhang's mother helped to make 60 bundles of "labor cloth" cloth, so that Huang Han's family did not have to worry about the lack of raw materials this year.

It is necessary to repay the kindness, Zhang Chunmei is impossible to accept Huang Han's money, and it is not unlikely that Huang Daozhou will go to someone to give a gift and be rejected.

Therefore, Huang Han had an idea, why not help Zhang Chunmei publish another essay?

The manuscript fee of more than four yuan is nothing! But this kind of glory will not be exchanged! This result will also be of great benefit to Zhang Chunmei's future studies.

The next day, Huang Han and Shen Xiaorong still came to practice, in fact, Teacher Qiu didn't come to guide today, and Shen Xiaorong could practice at home.

But somehow, Shen Xiaorong didn't want to be at home alone, she wanted to have Huang Han and Zhang Chunmei by her side.

Zhang Chunmei wrote an essay seriously yesterday, she was not in a hurry, she simply carefully considered every word, she had already written three or four hundred words in one afternoon yesterday, and she planned to complete it this afternoon.

Shen Xiaorong also made up her mind to write an essay well, and her goal was of course to be published by "Juvenile Literature and Art".

She is one of the creators of the lyrics and song "Teacher, Walk Slowly", and she has gone through the process, and this essay is certainly not fabricated out of thin air, it is written in a real and emotional way, highlighting the ups and downs of creation.

In the afternoon, Zhang Chunmei also continued to complete the composition, and she always had Teacher Han's tearful appearance in her mind.

The feelings of farewell when the students sang affectionately emerged, and they always couldn't help but have tears in their eyes when they wrote and wrote.

After finishing the composition, her mother was the first to read, looking, watching, Zhang's mother couldn't help but praise loudly

"Chunmei, your essay is so well written, I feel sour when I read it. ”

"Mom, do you think it is possible for this essay to be selected by "Juvenile Literature and Art"?"

"Yes! Absolutely. I think this essay is even better than "Giving People Roses Have a Lingering Fragrance". ”

"Hehe, thanks to Huang Han!"

"Why?"

"It was he who suggested that I write an essay on the topic of "Teacher Walk Slowly" and strive to publish it in "Juvenile Literature and Art"!"

"That's right, that kid is also a good student this semester, right?"

"Well, he's so smart and has a lot of stamina, I'm afraid I might be beaten by him in the fourth grade!"

"Then you have to come on!"

"Well, I won't admit defeat! Mom, do you have a production plan for 'labor cloth' in your factory?"

"Hehe, do you want to help Huang Han's family again?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Not for the time being, don't worry, as long as there is a plan, I will pay attention!"

"Thank you, Mom!"

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At the same time, Shen Xiaorong also showed her mother the composition that she had spent two afternoons writing painstakingly.

Shen's mother was quite shocked after reading it, and immediately took her beloved daughter in her arms and kissed her again.

"Xiaorong, this essay is so well written, I'm so moved!"

"Mom, can this essay be published if it is sent to "Juvenile Literature and Art"?"

"This ...... , I don't know much about this, when your father comes back later, you let him take a look at it again, he is a top liberal arts student, and writing articles is his forte. ”

This is a fact, Shen Jianhua has worked as a secretary for several years after graduating from university, and writing articles, reports, and speeches is one of the main jobs.

Shen Xiaorong said regretfully: "I don't know if my father will go home today!"

"During this time, the county was busy with reforms, and there was a lot of resistance, and your father often went to the countryside, so he was really busy.

Don't worry, no matter what big things happen today, I want him to go home. Nothing is as big as yours!

It's dark and he hasn't come back, it's too unusual, so I'm going to call him and order him to go home immediately!"

It seems that the tiger will not be able to exert its power!

Shen's mother called Shen Jianguo and said in a questioning tone

"Jianhua, it's eight o'clock in the evening, Xiaorong hasn't seen you for a whole week, do we still have a little place in our hearts?"

Shen Jianhua, who was talking to the leaders of the two townships in the office, heard his wife's unkind tone, and hurriedly smiled

"Shuzhen, there are a lot of things in the county, I'm so busy, how considerate you are!"

"Don't talk nonsense, you won't turn the earth without you, go home for me, immediately, immediately, Xiaorong has something important to discuss with you!"

"What's the matter with Xiaorong?"

"You come back and ask her yourself!"

Shen Jianhua still wanted to speak, but there was already a "beep" electric sound on the other end of the phone, and his wife Qin Shuzhen had already hung up the phone.

The two town leaders who were talking to each other looked embarrassed when they saw the acting leader, looked at each other and smiled, and both of them stood up and said, "Secretary Shen, it's not too early, we have a meeting tomorrow, let's go first!"

A quarter of an hour later, Shen Jianhua ran home, and that was because Qin Shuzhen said that Shen Xiaorong had something, and he was up and down in his heart.

When he entered the house, he found that his daughter was waiting for him with a smile and a groan, and the big stone in his heart was finally put down, and Shen Jianhua gasped

"Shuzhen, let me come back in the future, don't talk about Xiaorong, it will scare my heart out of trouble!"

"Alas, I have no place in your heart, not to mention that Xiaorong has something to look for you, can you run like this?"

"My wife has always been the queen in my heart!"

"Don't be poor, have you had dinner, would I like to give you a bowl of noodles?"

"I've eaten it, but if I can eat the noodles you have gifted, I will definitely be flattered!"

"Oily and slippery!Wait!"

Looking at the smiling beloved daughter, Shen Jianhua said softly, "Xiaorong!

"Dad, I wrote an essay and wanted you to read it for me. ”

"Ah, that's it!" Shen Jianhua looked stunned.

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I wish all book lovers a Happy New Year.