In the next few days, Xiaobao's movie was shown in full swing in major cinemas, showing it again and again, and soon it swept the country. The movie became a hit, and primary and secondary schools across the country were asked to take students to watch it. Finally, I will write my thoughts after reading.

Dabao is currently racking his brains to write his review. He watched it again in school. He has no objection to watching the movie and can watch it ten times. But he really doesn’t want to write about his review.

"Who invented the post-reading review? I want to beat him to death!"

Dabao, who had been holding it in for a long time before he could form three words, suddenly shouted angrily. He had no problem writing narrative compositions. What he was most afraid of was writing his thoughts after reading. He had to write after reading an article and watching a movie. I don't feel anything at all, my head is empty and I can't write a word.

"Brother, the teacher invented it."

Xiaobao kindly reminded me that the teacher was not allowed to beat him, and he would be punished by standing in the classroom.

"Who asked you?"

Dabao glared hard. The last thing he wanted to see now was his stupid brother, the culprit. If he hadn't remembered that he was his biological brother, he would have beaten him up long ago.

Xiaobao shrank his neck and didn't dare to say anything, but he was secretly happy because he didn't have to write a review and he was only in the first grade.

"Don't sit in front of me and make me upset. Just stay there!"

Dabao pushed his brother away. He was so angry now that he was afraid that he would beat the bastard if he couldn't help it.

"oh."

Xiaobao moved away obediently. He understood his brother. It was like this when there was no food in his stomach. Unfortunately, there was no laxative to cure stuck composition. The kind that can relieve a thousand miles of diarrhea after taking it would be great.

Dabao scratched his scalp and held back a few more words, "Today, the teacher took all our classmates to watch a movie. The movie was very touching. My brother Zhou Weiyang played the role of Niu Wa in it, and my dog ​​Heidou was also in it. Participating in the show, I think Hei Dou acted the best, better than anyone else. I would like to suggest the director to change the play for Hei Dou. Why should Hei Dou die? It can’t be changed to Hei Dou holding the dynamite bag, and it suddenly rained. , wouldn’t that save you?”

Inspiration suddenly came to Dabao, his eyes brightened, and the pen in his hand was like a magic pen, writing on the paper with flying colors.

"You can also change it this way. My black bean is very smart. It can think. It is smarter than many people. There is no need to wait for rain. The black bean will think of peeing and extinguishing the explosives. This way, it can be saved. Why must it die? Director I must have never had a dog, so I don’t know how smart dogs are…”

Dabao finished writing in one breath, with hundreds of words written eloquently, without making a draft, and wrote them directly on the composition text.

Looking at his masterpiece, Dabao was extremely proud. Only a person with his high IQ could write such an excellent essay. Tomorrow the teacher would definitely recite his essay as an excellent example.

"Brother, have you finished writing?" Xiaobao asked with concern.

"It's written."

Dabao was in a much better mood and was pleased with his younger brother. He closed the composition book and went to the refrigerator to get a popsicle to tease him by calling him brother. The little girl would only open her mouth to call someone if she was coaxed by something delicious, otherwise she would keep her mouth shut. prison.

Chu Qiao came back from outside, carrying two bags of vegetables, and was very pleased to see the three children playing harmoniously.

"Has the composition been written?" Chu Qiao asked smoothly. When she went out, Dabao was scratching his head and writing the composition.

"It's finished."

Dabao replied with a very proud tone.

Chu Qiao became a little interested. After putting down the dishes, she picked up the composition to check. After reading only two lines, she wanted to beat the child. What kind of composition was this? It made no sense.

He also asked Heidou to urinate to extinguish the explosives. Is this a drama?

He just talks nonsense and gives advice to the director. He is a guy who doesn’t know the bounds of justice.

"Zhou Shengli, come here!"

Chu Qiao's tone was serious, and Dabao came over obediently. Seeing her like this, his heart skipped a beat and his scalp felt a little numb.

"What kind of composition did you write? If I were a teacher, I would definitely give you a failing grade. How could you write like this? Why didn't I know that Heidou was so smart? He even gave the director advice. You might as well make your own movie. I’ll write it again, and write it carefully. If I can’t write it well, I’ll write it again!”

Chu Qiao gave him a severe lesson. Dabao was too smart, not steady enough, and too playful.

"Auntie, it's so difficult to read this book."

Dabao had a frown on his face. He would rather write ten narrative essays than write one review.

"Reading is never easy, write well!"

Chu Qiao scolded her, saying that she only cares about the child's learning attitude and doesn't care about other things, because she is a scumbag and can't care about it.

Dabao had no choice but to continue grinding his teeth. His younger brother, who had just grown fond of him, now started to feel bitter and resentful again. He told Xiaobao to get away as far as possible and not to hang around in front of him.

Xiaobao had no choice but to go out to play. There were a few friends playing ball downstairs, and some older children. Xiaobao wanted to go over and join them, but as soon as he got closer, the faces of the older children changed when they saw him. He also became a little more fierce.

"It's him who made us write our review!" Someone pointed at Xiaobao and shouted.

The others all turned their heads sideways and stared at Xiaobao with unkind eyes.

The back of Xiaobao's neck felt a little cold. He sensed something was wrong and wanted to go home. But a step too late, several older children came around and surrounded him.

"You are so talented. You are great at making movies. Why should you go to school if you are so talented? I hate writing essays. It's all your fault!"

"That's right, it's also stipulated that you have to write a review of at least 800 words. What a crap!"

"Stop talking nonsense and beat this girl first!"

The older children were about thirteen or fourteen years old and were in junior high school. They were quite rambunctious. Xiaobao didn't recognize them. They must have come from outside to play.

"I didn't ask you to write your review, it was the teacher!" Xiaobao was so frightened that his legs were a little weak. He was afraid of being beaten, so he defended himself.

"Yo He, you still dare to talk back. If you don't go make a movie, the teacher will ask me to write a review? You're quite tough!"

An older child slapped Xiaobao on the head with a lot of force. Xiaobao's eyes were red from the pain. He held his head with both hands and tried not to cry.

"Search him. Filmmaking is very profitable. He must have a lot of money."

The eyes of several older children were bright. They held Xiaobao down and searched him. They even took off his pants and searched all his pockets, but only found twenty cents.

"Bah, what a bad luck, that's all."

The eldest child cursed in disappointment and kicked Xiaobao to vent his anger. Xiaobao couldn't help it and cried loudly, "Repay me the money, my aunt gave it to me, you pay me back!"

He just acted in a movie, why should we blame him?

Woohoo...

He didn't do anything wrong.

"You're crying, you have the nerve to cry for so little money!"

An older child kicked his foot again, stuffed the twenty cents into his pocket, and waved the others away.

"You bastard, I'll beat you to death!"

After receiving the report, Dabao ran downstairs angrily. When he saw his brother who had his pants taken off, he rushed up like a little leopard and even picked up a brick. Although he was not as tall as these older children. He was tall, but he had a lot of experience in fighting. As soon as he came up, he jumped up and gave a big kid a brick. He hit the kid on the head and instantly opened it.

Blood flowed profusely.

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