Mom Was Washing Dishes In The Mushroom House And Exposed My Vest

Yang Mi looked at Juan Xiu's handwriting on her homework book with a confused look on her face.

"Reba, look at it, is this the manuscript of a novel by Ye Shaoheng?"

With that said, Yang Mi handed the homework book to Reba.

Reba took it and read a few lines, then shook his head, "Guo Weiwei doesn't have this work, at least I haven't seen the novel "The Man in the Cup".

MENT......

This is not like a novel. "

Reba said and looked at it seriously.

Just after reading a few lines, a look of surprise appeared on Reba's delicate face.

Teacher He thought Reba had discovered something, so he couldn't wait to ask: "What's wrong Reba?"

Reba did not answer Teacher He's words, but just watched intently, but the expression on his face became more and more solemn.

Teacher He seemed to have a premonition of something, so he quickly came over, and then he also tilted his head and looked at it.

When I first read it, Teacher He didn't think there was anything wrong with this article.

But the more he saw the end, the more shocked he became.

"..."

Teacher He said in panic.

"It's a proposition composition." Reba said, having read the entire article.

"composition?"

Yang Mi suddenly became interested, "Auntie just said that Ye Shaoheng collected some compositions he wrote when he was studying. Could this be the compositions he collected?"

"It should be."

Reba replied, but then her face became confused again, "Such a composition, in that era, did not arouse any response?"

Teacher He had a sullen face and blurred eyes. After listening to Reba's words, he also said quietly: "Yes, this essay, even in school, if his teacher is a responsible person, he will help him submit it to a certain school." A magazine. 397 Once submitted to a magazine, this essay will never go silent and will definitely arouse a certain response.”

Teacher He said it very seriously.

There seems to be a vague intention that this composition does not stir up waves but causes trouble for the person responsible.

Yang Mi just glanced at it, but after listening to Teacher He's words, her curiosity aroused.

I immediately took the homework book and read it carefully.

Zifeng's curiosity was also aroused and she came over.

"Isn't it?"

Before finishing the article, Zifeng couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

There was even a shocked expression on his face.

Yang Mi's expression gradually became serious as she read the essay.

"D¥......"

After reading the composition, Yang Mi breathed a long sigh of relief.

Zifeng's pretty face looked pale as if she had suffered a huge blow.

"Can you write such a sharp composition?" Yang Mi's tone was full of disbelief.

Zifeng looked hopeless, what kind of person is Brother Hui Shaoheng? Can the composition still be written like this?"

"Damn it, please don't do this."

"I was so angry that I deliberately let it slip at the critical moment."

"You should read it out and we can listen."

"The crew of this show is really annoying. Can you please stop playing this trick?"

"Can't you be more sincere?"

"It's just an essay, does it need to be such a fuss?"

"That's right, it's completely pretentious."

"Looking at their ignorant looks, who the heck can't write a composition?"

"This is all for the sake of program effectiveness, so be more tolerant."

"As expected, they were both born as actors, and their acting looks so similar.

"I don't believe that a composition of just a few hundred words can still produce flowers?"

"Why don't you read this article to the audience?" Teacher He suggested.

Yang Mi nodded in approval, "I agree. I think such a sharp and excellent work should not be buried in homework books and collect dust."

"Reba, why don't you come and read it." Yang Mi said to Reba.

She knew that Reba had a deep admiration for Guo Erwei.

And Guo Erwei is Ye Shaoheng.

In other words, Reba admires Ye Shaoheng.

Although it’s a bit awkward to say this.

But it's true.

It is also a benefit for her to make the works of people she admires public.

"Okay!" Reba agreed happily, "I happened to have studied broadcasting for a while."

Reba took a step forward and faced the camera, "Dear viewers, this composition was written by Ye Shaoheng. If the guess is correct, it should have been buried in dust for more than ten years.

I am lucky enough to meet you today and I will share it with you.

Composition is just a carrier, representing the writer's views and attitudes.

It has nothing to do with the program group. "

Before reading this composition, Reba said this.

Because several people were mentioned in this essay, and there were both praise and criticism, she was not afraid of being implicated, but the program team could not take the blame.

"This is a proposition composition, and the beginning is a bit strange... Then I'll start.'

After Reba said this, he faced the camera and began to read.

Then her soft and gentle voice sounded, "The title of the composition is "Looking into the cup", author: Ye Shaoheng.

What I am thinking of is human nature, especially the bad nature of the Chinese nation. Mr. Lu Shuren’s explanation is not exhaustive.

I have my opinion…………

Next, Reba, who had studied broadcasting, began to read the composition.

Her voice is soft, her speaking speed is neither urgent nor slow, and she stops where she should and quickly where she should.

The audience felt like they were taking a breath of spring breeze.

"...Writing this, I suddenly realized that the cloth had sunk to the bottom of the cup...End of full text.

After Reba finished reading the composition, he closed the homework book solemnly.

That careful movement was as solemn as her fans getting her autographed photo.

When Reba finished reading the composition.

The previous noise (bjcc) in the live broadcast room disappeared.

A brief silence followed.

After the silence, there was a barrage like a violent storm.

"Is this a composition?"

"Can the composition be so wonderful?"

"Damn it, how much literary knowledge and amount of reading do you have to be able to write such a wonderful composition?"

"I'm done with it, Ye Shaoheng, I'll give you one."

"Brother, please stop teasing me, okay? Is this a composition that a thirteen-year-old child can write?"

"What exactly is in Ye Shaoheng's mind?"

"Why did I just read this essay today?"

"Teacher He is right. Any teacher with a sense of responsibility will send this essay to a magazine or something, so we won't have to wait ten years to see this essay.

"Ten years ago, people at that time were much more conservative than they are now. The publication of this essay was simply shocking.'

"I was wrong. I couldn't spit out ivory from my dog's mouth. It turns out that the composition can really be so beautiful."

"Hey, this show is designed to attack people's mentality. It made me collapse."

"Same as above, I'm so ready to commit suicide.

"This composition alone is enough to make him a god."

"I'm very familiar with this proposition."

"Me too, I remember when I was in high school, the New Concept Essay Contest seemed to be about this topic, and I also participated in that issue.

But unfortunately, I stopped one hundred people away. "

"Haha... Ye Shaoheng didn't go because he wanted your ranking to move forward."

"Really, please contact the organizer of the New Concept Essay Contest. Have you sent this manuscript to them?"

"I probably didn't send it. If this essay were to participate, it would definitely win. And the winning piece will have to be published.

Just when netizens were discussing this essay.

In an office building in Yanjing.

Xie Quan's office door was pushed open, "Editor-in-Chief Xie, do you still remember the New Concept Essay Contest we held twelve years ago?"

Xie Quan is a balding middle-aged man. Hearing what his subordinates said, he was a little unhappy, "Old Li, how old are you and why are you still making noises?"

"You'll know the reason later." Lao Li walked to stand opposite Xie Quan, "You first recall the issue where you casually threw a wad of paper into a transparent water cup as the title."

Xie Quan squinted his eyes and thought for a while, "Remember, this issue is the one that impressed me the most."

"That's good." Lao Li said excitedly: "Editor-in-chief Xie, do you still remember that there was a child in that issue who passed all the tests and easily entered the finals, but in the end he gave up and there was no news?"

Xie Quan's face suddenly darkened, "Nonsense, can I forget this?

What a good seedling, I gave up right away.

For twelve years, I have felt uncomfortable thinking about this. "

"Found him."

Lao Li looked pleased, "And he also wrote an essay based on your topic, but we didn't see it for some unknown reason.

"DIG!"

Xie Quan stood up suddenly, "Where is he? How do you know he wrote the composition?"

Lao Li explained: "Mushroom House was broadcasting live, and I accidentally found the composition and read it out.

I listened to the whole thing……………….It was wonderful. "

With that said, Lao Li handed a piece of A4 paper to Xie Quan, "I asked my assistant to print out the composition [you keep it]."

Xie Quan took the A4 paper and stood and read it.

After reading the whole article, Xie Quan's face darkened, "It is indeed him, with sharp words and beautiful writing. Where is he?"

"I don't know either." Lao Li shook his head, "Now the whole Internet is looking for him..."

Then Lao Li told Xie Quan what happened and the whole story.

After hearing this, Xie Quan became excited.

"Contact the program team immediately, I want to connect with them... I have very important clues to provide them.

"Haha..." Xie Quan laughed like crazy.

"It's been twelve years, and you finally show up, you brat!"