Let you teach, you turn the scumbags into the top students

The day’s classes are over.

After school, Bai Xiaotong, a study committee member of Class 14, hurried home.

Without bothering to say hello to his parents, he rushed into his study.

Lie down on your desk and spread out your paper.

After thinking about it, she solemnly wrote the words “rainy night” on the first line of the manuscript paper.

“A hazy light falls on the mottled ground…”

The pen produces flowers, and the ink is like a landscape.

In less than ten minutes, a writing text of more than 600 words came out.

Then, looking at the composition he wrote, Bai Xiaotong was stunned.

After a while, his eyes began to redden, and then he sobbed softly.

The cries were getting louder and louder.

Finally, he cried hoarsely.

Bai Xiaotong’s parents were shocked.

“Xiaotong, Xiaotong, what’s wrong with you Xiaotong?”

Bai Xiaotong’s parents rushed in and saw their daughter lying on the table crying.

For a while, I thought something had happened, and I sweated urgently.

Bai Xiaotong’s father is called Bai Wenshan, and her mother is called Jiang Ge

Both are editors and work in the same magazine.

At this time, I saw my daughter crying hoarsely on the table, and my soul was frightened.

“Xiaotong, what happened, you tell your mother quickly, your mother is dying.”

Jiang Ge’s eyes were shallow, and before he could ask why, tears flowed, holding his daughter and not letting go.

Bai Wenshan also looked anxious.

There are even some bad thoughts in mind.

“Xiaotong, what happened?”

Bai Wenshan asked calmly.

For a long time, Bai Xiaotong finally stopped crying, and handed his essay to his father with teary eyes.

“Huh?”

Bai Wenshan was shocked, and thought it was his daughter’s letter or the like.

But when he took the manuscript paper and looked at it, it turned out to be an article called Rainy Night.

“The hazy light fell on the mottled ground, wet struggling to get up…”

Bai Wenshan read it out softly.

“Wonderful!”

In the end, it is the editor, Bai Wenshan can see at a glance that this article is good.

There is not a word about rain in the text, but it says rain everywhere.

In just over 600 words, the city scenery bathed in rain is vividly described, giving people an immersive feeling.

Even as he read the article, he felt a little damp.

He seemed to understand why his daughter was crying.

Both he and Jiang Ge can be regarded as literary workers.

But gave birth to a daughter, but did not know anything about literature.

The composition written from childhood is simply bullshit.

No matter how he and Jiang Ge tutor, but his daughter just doesn’t open the ropes, and the composition written is simply miserable.

It’s hard to look at.

The long-term blow, coupled with the fact that he and Jiang Ge sometimes get angry at their daughter because they are anxious.

Let the daughter have no confidence in this regard, and finally almost reach the level of talking about composition.

Today, my daughter must have seen this excellent and somewhat excessive composition, and she had an inferiority complex.

Thus collapsing and crying.

Alas.

It’s still too much pressure on yourself.

Thinking of this, Bai Wenshan blamed himself a lot, and his eyes began to turn red.

He touched his daughter’s back and choked up: “Xiaotong, I’m sorry, dad won’t force you to write in the future, what composition, let him go to hell.” ”

“In the future, you can do whatever you like, and you will never have to write anymore.”

Bai Xiaotong, who was crying in a hug with her mother, raised her head in bewilderment.

“Dad, what do you say? What does it mean to never have to write again?

I’ll have to write every day in the future. ”

Listening to his daughter’s words, Bai Wenshan thought that his daughter’s consciousness was a little unclear when she was forced by herself.

I blamed myself even more in my heart, and said with tears in my eyes: “Xiaotong, I’m sorry, it’s all my father’s fault, and my father will never force you to write anymore, never again.” ”

Jiang Ge also guessed the cause of the matter, and cried and said: “Xiaotong, we will never write again, never again, as long as you grow up happy, your mother will be satisfied.” ”

“What!”

Bai Xiaotong was anxious.

She finally learned to write.

How could it not be written.

You know, writing has always been her dream.

“Mom and Dad, what are you doing, I wrote this essay, isn’t it bad?”

As soon as Bai Wenshan and Jiang Ge heard this, they had more tears.

The remorse and self-blame in my heart simply reached its peak.

What have you done?

Look what you have forced the child to become.

All started talking nonsense.

How could this essay have been written by Xiaotong.

It must be an excellent work that she didn’t know where to find and was ready to imitate.

As a result, because of the pressure, I had the hallucination that I had written it.

Although I heard my daughter say that during this time, because of their new Teacher Su, they have made great progress in mathematics.

But the composition is different.

This is not something that can be achieved overnight.

It takes a long time to practice.

“Xiaotong, don’t talk nonsense anymore, it’s all dad’s fault, it’s all dad’s fault.”

Bai Wenshan was frightened and held Bai Xiaotong to apologize.

Jiang Ge also hugged Bai Xiaotong and cried: “Tong, my good daughter, don’t scare your mother.” ”

Bai Xiaotong was about to collapse by the two of them.

He took the manuscript paper from Bai Wenshan’s hand and said angrily: “This is really my composition, you see, you see, the handwriting is all my handwriting.” ”

“We believe, we believe, of course this is written by you, okay, Xiaotong, let’s not say this okay, go, dad take you to the park to play.”

“Yes, your dad and I believe in you, you put this down first, let’s go outside and relax.”

Jiang Ge and Bai Wenshan cried even harder.

They thought their daughter was completely deranged.

Now Bai Xiaotong is really going crazy.

She shouted at the top of her throat, “You guys… It’s really me off, this is really my writing, it’s really me writing ah, don’t believe it… If you don’t believe me, I’ll write you another one. ”

After that, she spread out the manuscript paper like crazy, picked up the pen and wrote the title: “Rainy Night”.

When Bai Wenshan and Jiang Ge saw it, they were even more sad.

The daughter is really hallucinating, it may be schizophrenic.

She was going to write this essay again.

But when Bai Xiaotong wrote the first sentence, Bai Wenshan and Jiang Ge were stunned at the same time.

“Gray fireworks, with the smell of dampness, unfold like a picture scroll…”

It’s different!

It’s completely different.

Although it is the same topic, the content of the composition is completely different.

Bai Wenshan and Jiang Ge watched dumbfoundedly as Bai Xiaotong’s pen slipped on the manuscript paper, and the beautiful words jumped on the paper like elves.

At this moment, the two of them only have one feeling.

This is not writing at all, this is drawing on paper.

Use words, make thousands of miles of smoke and rain on paper, like painting Jiangnan.

For a while, Bai Wenshan and Jiang Ge were completely stunned.