() Huang Xin suddenly realized it and said, "Oh! That's it! Hehe, we thought you could predict the future!"

"Don't believe in prophetic words. That's feudal superstition. Go to sleep and don't go there again. You'll be smelling of cigarette smoke."

"Yeah! Those adults are choking to death from smoking. I have wanted to come back for a long time, but Sister Yu'er refused.

She has to wait there until Li Mei's father says that even if the signal is received, it is past the time for the TV series to be shown, and then she will not come back."

"Hey! One day you will all get tired of watching TV."

"Is this your guess again?"

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

"I heard what you said from my classmates. It seems that foreigners have TV sets in their homes and can watch TV all day long."

"This is true, this is probably what the US imperialist country is like!"

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

"Sleep, sleep, the US imperialists will be blinded by watching TV every day. Of course they are not as good as the great socialist countries!"

How could Huang Han discuss such a sensitive issue with his sister? After making some nonsense, he refused to talk anymore and pretended to be asleep.

When Huang Xin saw that Huang Han had lost his voice, she stopped asking further questions. She also disliked the smell of cigarette smoke and went to the kitchen to take a shower.

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Huang Han induced Zhang Chunmei to carefully write an essay titled "Teacher, Walk Slower" and wanted to help her revise it.

The ultimate goal is to be published again by "Youth Literature".

The little girl Zhang Chunmei often came to help Huang Han sell tea eggs during this period. She became familiar with it and even helped collect money and bring tea eggs to customers.

Zhang’s mother helped make sixty bundles of “labour cloth” so that Huang Han’s family didn’t have to worry about a shortage of raw materials this year.

It is necessary to repay a favor. It is impossible for Zhang Chunmei to accept money from Huang Han, and the possibility of Huang Daozhou going to give gifts and being rejected is not small.

So 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 honor is worth a lot of money! This result will also be of great benefit to Zhang Chunmei's future studies.

Huang Han and Shen Xiaorong still came to practice the piano the next day. In fact, Teacher Qiu didn't come to give guidance today, so Shen Xiaorong could practice at home.

But for some reason, Shen Xiaorong didn't want to be alone at home. She wanted Huang Han and Zhang Chunmei to be around.

Zhang Chunmei was working hard on writing her essay yesterday. She was not in a hurry for success. She just carefully considered every word. She had written three to four hundred words yesterday afternoon and planned to finish it this afternoon.

Shen Xiaorong also made up her mind to write a good essay, and of course her goal was to be published in "Youth Literature and Art".

She is one of the songwriters of the song "Teacher, Walk Slower". After going through the process, this composition is certainly not fabricated out of thin air. It is written realistically and emotionally, highlighting the ups and downs of the creation.

In the afternoon, Zhang Chunmei also continued to complete her composition, and the image of Teacher Han's tears always appeared in her mind.

The feelings of farewell felt by the classmates as they sang with deep affection emerged, and I couldn't help but burst into tears as I wrote.

After finishing the composition, her mother was the first to read it, look at it, look at it, Zhang’s mother couldn’t help but exclaim loudly

"Chunmei, your composition is so good that my nose feels sour after reading it."

"Mom, do you think this essay is likely to be selected by "Youth Literature"?"

"Yes! Definitely. I think this essay is better than "Giving Roses to People with Remaining Fragrance in Hands"."

"Hehe, I have to thank Huang Han for this!"

"Why?"

"It was he who suggested that I write an essay with the title "Teacher, Walk Slower" and try to get it published in "Youth Literature and Art"!"

"That's right! That kid is also a top student this semester, right?"

"Yeah! He's so smart and has so much stamina. I'm afraid I might be outclassed by him in the fourth grade!"

"Then you have to work hard!"

"Yeah! I won't admit defeat! Mom, does your factory have a production plan for 'labour cloth'?"

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

"Yeah!"

"Not yet, don't worry, as long as I have a plan, I will pay attention!"

"thanks Mom!"

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

Mother Shen was quite shocked after reading it. She immediately held her beloved daughter in her arms and kissed her again and again.

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

"Mom, if I send this essay to "Youth Literature", can it be published?"

"This..., I don't quite understand this. When your father comes back later, you can ask him to take another look. He is a top student in liberal arts, and writing articles is his strength."

This is a fact. After graduating from university, Shen Jianhua worked as a secretary for several years. Writing articles, reports, and speeches was one of his main jobs. He was very good at writing!

Shen Xiaorong said regretfully, "I still don't know if dad will come home today!"

"During this period, the county is busy carrying out reforms, and there is a lot of resistance. Your father often goes to the countryside, so he is indeed very busy.

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

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

It seems that the tiger can't do it without showing off its power!

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

"Jianhua, it's already eight o'clock in the evening, and Xiaorong hasn't seen you for a whole week. Do we, mother and daughter, still have any place in our hearts?"

Shen Jianhua, who was having a heart-to-heart talk with two township leaders in the office, heard his wife's unkind tone and quickly apologized with a smile.

"Shuzhen, there are a lot of things in the county and I'm very busy. Please be considerate!"

"Stop talking nonsense, the world won't turn around without you? Come home, immediately, immediately. Xiaorong has important matters to discuss with you!"

"What's wrong with Xiaorong? What's the matter?"

"You come back and ask her yourself!"

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

The two town leaders who were having a heart-to-heart talk saw the acting leader looking embarrassed. They looked at each other and smiled. They both stood up and said, "Secretary Shen, it's getting late. We have a meeting tomorrow. Let's take a step first!"

A quarter of an hour later, Shen Jianhua ran home. That was because Qin Shuzhen said that something was wrong with Shen Xiaorong, which made him feel uneasy.

After entering the house, he found his daughter waiting for him with a smile. The big stone in his heart was finally put down. Shen Jianhua breathed heavily and said

"Shu Zhen! You must not make trouble against Xiao Rong when I come back! It will scare my heart!"

"Alas! I no longer have a place in your heart. If I didn't say that Xiaorong came to see you for something, how could you be so out of breath while running away?"

"No way! My wife has always been the queen in my heart!"

"Don't be so talkative. Have you had dinner? Do you want another bowl of noodles?"

"I've already eaten it, but I would be flattered if I could eat the noodles you gave me!"

"Glib! Wait!"

Looking at his beloved daughter who was smiling, Shen Jianhua said softly, "Xiaorong! Is something really wrong?"

"Dad, I wrote an essay and I want you to help me read it."

"Ah? That's it!" Shen Jianhua looked stunned.

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Chapter completed!