After listening to Huang Daozhou's story, Zhang Fangfen looked at her son happily and had the urge to drag him into her arms and give him a kiss.

Huang Han said: "Dad, mom and I don't have high requirements. If you want to catch turtles or crayfish, it's absolutely fine. We support it, but..."

"It's just that, you just made it clear that I must take you with me!"

"Dad is so amazing, he knows every detail! In this case, I will reluctantly accompany you for a while!"

"Go, go, I don't want you to accompany me, you can study hard for me."

"No! I'm already ranked first in the class. What does it have to do with missing an activity class and a morning reading class? I have to go, and I promise that my grades will never drop. Mom, please say something.

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"Huang Han is sensible now. I can rest assured. I believe him when he says his grades will not deteriorate. Let him accompany you!"

Huang Daozhou was not too entangled this time. It was probably Huang Han's amazing results that made him complacent. He thought that he was only in the third grade and his son was so smart. As long as the class was not delayed, there should be no big problems with his results, so he did not refute it.

It may also be that I need to stay in the wilderness for more than ten hours by the river and I am too lonely. At this time, it would be best to have my son by my side to talk to.

On Monday morning, Cheng Wenge was happily waiting to take Huang Han to school, but when he saw Huang Han, his smile froze on his face.

Huang Han was very surprised and asked: "What's wrong? I was smiling just now. Why did my face change after a while? I don't look like you anymore. I look a little like Liu Xiaoming."

"I, I, why didn't you wear those clothes? My mother washed them all again and ironed them for a long time."

It turned out that this was the case. Seeing that Cheng Wenge's eyes seemed to be filled with mist, Huang Han quickly lied and said, "Of course I can't bear to wear good clothes on a daily basis. I have to save them for festivals or school activity days."

"Is that really the case?"

"What else can it do?"

Cheng Wenge immediately became happy and said: "Don't worry, just wear it. As long as you like it, my parents will ask acquaintances to get such clothes. My father has several comrades who work in Shanghai, and their family conditions are better than mine."

Be good."

"Oh! I'm afraid I really can't wear it on a regular basis?"

"Why?"

"You know, I go to the cinema every night to sell tea eggs."

"What does wearing new clothes have to do with selling tea eggs?"

"It's a big deal. Think about it, people buying my tea eggs may think that my family is poor and need help, so they donate generously. What will people think if I dress like the son of a capitalist?"

"What do they think? Huang Han, if your tea eggs can't be sold out, sell them all to my father. He will let his apprentices take a few each and then they will be gone."

Uh! What this kid said is correct. His father can indeed do this, and he will definitely do it, but can I owe this favor when I can sell it myself?

At this time, Cheng Wenge seemed to have remembered something and asked: "Huang Han, did you just say an idiom? It's the one about giving money generously. I understand generous means generous, but I don't understand giving money."

This child's thinking was too fast, Huang Han had to explain the meaning of the bag first...

Huang Han arrived late for school, but he didn't know that class monitor Zhang Chunmei was already looking forward to seeing him.

Zhang Chunmei, who is strong, has been looking forward to going to school on Monday and is extremely looking forward to seeing Huang Han's composition.

Because she wrote an essay of more than 500 words, she felt that since the day she learned to write essays, she had never written so well, so truly and emotionally.

When she saw Huang Han walking into the classroom, she immediately said: "Huang Han, it's time to hand in the essay."

"What composition?"

"Thursday activity class teacher Han assigned it, didn't you write it?" Zhang Chunmei looked disappointed. She was holding back her energy and wanted to compete with Huang Han, but she didn't know that everything was ready, but he didn't show up on the battlefield.

Huang Han looked at Chengwen Ge and said, "You have said a lot these days, but why didn't you mention that the teacher assigned a composition? Have you written it?"

Cheng Wenge scratched his head and said sheepishly: "I wrote it, but I was afraid you would ask me what I wrote, so I didn't dare to mention it."

"Afraid I know what you wrote? I feel dizzy. You must have written about me, right?"

"hey-hey……"

"let me see!"

"No!"

"Why?"

"Sorry, I was afraid you would laugh."

"Okay, I won't read it, just write whatever you want!"

"I didn't make it up randomly, I wrote it very seriously."

"I believe."

Zhang Chunmei knocked on the desk and interrupted: "Hey, Huang Han, everyone has written the composition, but it seems that you haven't written it. What are you going to do?"

"Haha, what else can I do? Just serve it cold."

Xiao Qiang immediately exclaimed: "Huang Han, are you still planning to write this essay on the theme of helping others?"

"I don't want to write it on the spot, so why don't you write one for me? Um? It's about helping others? This is too simple."

The little Loli rolled her eyes prettyly and said: "Easy? I have put in a lot of effort to write more than 380 words. I even want to die. Why do you still write it for you? I will write it until tomorrow.

I can’t even write it.”

"Xiao Qiang, watch me write, and I will teach you techniques while writing. A three- to five-hundred-word essay is a child's play, and you can easily write dozens of articles a day."

Xiao Qiang was unconvinced and said: "I don't believe you are bragging."

Zhang Chunmei said: "Huang Han, I believe it. I watched you write it, and you told me while you wrote it."

Xiao Qiang said: "Zhang Chunmei, what's wrong with you? He is powerful now, but he can't be so amazing."

Huang Han smiled and said: "Xiao Qiang! Today I will let you know that cowhide is not blown, trains are not pushed, and Mount Tai is not piled up. Take care!"

Xiao Qiang said angrily: "Don't talk too much about trains. I'm watching. Hurry up!"

Huang Han wrote the title with a pen and gave roses to leave the lingering fragrance in his hands.

Zhang Chunmei was immediately surprised, because the title of her essay was only one word different from Huang Han's, which was "Giving Roses to Others with Remaining Fragrance".

Xiao Qiang quickly looked at what Huang Han wrote, and was immediately attracted by the words that were like chicken soup for the soul.

How could Huang Han know that he would have a conflict with the monitor as soon as he started writing? He suddenly asked: "Zhang Chunmei, what is the specific word count requirement?"

"Well! The teacher thinks it's best to write more. I think you should write at least five hundred words."

Xiao Qiang was surprised and looked at Zhang Chunmei with wide eyes. Zhang Chunmei smiled and winked. Xiao Qiang understood and stuck out her tongue.

Huang Han didn't notice the quarrelsome expressions on the two beauties. He could only see that he was writing without raising his head as if he was engrossed. He only occasionally stopped to think for a moment, and then continued writing furiously.

Zhang Chunmei and Xiao Qiang became more and more frightened as they watched. The dozen or so classmates who came to watch looked at each other in despair. They were all hurt, and they all thought about how they gritted their teeth in order to write this essay...

When Huang Han finished the show and said, "Giving roses to others, leaving the fragrance in your hands," Zhang Chunmei let out a long breath.

Xiao Qiang's face turned red from holding it back, and she said: "Huang Han, didn't you agree to tell me while writing it? Huh! I didn't even hear you speak!"

"Hehe, didn't you ask?"

"I don't know what to ask?"

"Well, let me tell you, when writing a composition, you must first clarify the central idea to be expressed, and then write down the places, people, and things, and then modify it with idioms or gorgeous words that come to mind. This composition has a

Basically, it won’t be a problem.”

Zhang Chunmei praised: "Huang Han, you said it so well. Writing a composition is actually that simple."

Xiao Qiang became even more depressed: "The idioms and gorgeous words are empty in my mind, it's so simple!"

"Beauty, pay attention to your self-cultivation, that thing shouldn't come out of your mouth!"
Chapter completed!