The king of entertainment

Ning Ling quickly returned to peace and exclaimed with a smile, "Teacher Xiao is very talented, Ning Ling admires it!"

Xiao Yang smiled, "Short stories are actually what I am not good at. I just conceived casually."

Everyone: "..."

Are you still called casual conception?

Ning Ling was hit by 10,000 points.

Liao Fan smiled slightly, "Teacher Ning, do you have any questions you want to ask Teacher Xiao?"

Ning Ling smiled forcibly, "Teacher Xiao, it seems that writing short stories is easy for you."

Xiao Yang nodded, "It's not very difficult."

Ning Ling was a little dissatisfied, "Why would Teacher Xiao think of another one?"

She was completely unreasonable, and Xiao Yang could ignore her at all.

Everyone also felt that Ning Ling was a little over. Is "Maggie's Gift" not enough to prove Xiao Yang's achievements in short stories?

Mei Niansheng frowned, this woman was a little more greedy!

Su Muye and the others were also a little unhappy.

However, many people also think that this cannot be blamed on Ning Ling, who is asking Xiao Yang to pretend to be a comparison?

Xiao Yang smiled, "Listen."

Everyone was stunned. I was really coming? The speed was so fast!

Xiao Yang began to recite.

On a beautiful night, a little clerk, Mr. A, was sitting in the second row of seats in the theater, watching the opera with a telescope. He was watching the performance and felt extremely happy.

But suddenly, his face wrinkled, his eyes rolled up, and his breathing stopped... He put down his telescope, lowered his head, and... Ah sneeze!!!

He sneezes. No matter when and where, no one can sneeze. The farmer sneezes, the sheriff sneezes, and sometimes even the nobles are inevitable, and everyone sneezes.

Mr. A took out a small handkerchief and wiped his face. He looked around like a polite person, wondering if his sneeze was splashing someone?

At this moment, he couldn't help but panic. He saw a little old man sitting in the first row of seats in front of him, rubbing his bald head and neck hard with gloves, muttering something in his mouth.

Mr. a recognized who this person was, and this person was a general.

"My sneeze splashed him!"

Mr. a thought to himself, "Although he is not my boss or from another department, this is not appropriate. We should apologize to him."

With a cough, he leaned forward and whispered in the general's ear: "My sir, please forgive me, my spit is splashing on you... I am unintentional..."

"Nothing, nothing..."

"For God's sake, please forgive me. You must know that I...I didn't mean it..."

"Hey, please sit down! Are you still listening to the drama?"

The general was impatient.

Mr. A was panicked. He smirked and began to look at the stage.

He watched the performance, but no longer felt happy. He began to feel anxious.

During the break, he walked to the general and walked around him. Finally, he restrained his timidity and said stutteringly, "I'm splashing on you, sir... Please forgive me... You must know I... I'm not.

Intentional..."

"Oh, enough!...I've forgotten, why do you keep mentioning it?" After the general said, he curled his lips impatiently.

"He said he forgot, but his eyes were so fierce!" Mr. A thought to himself, looking at him suspiciously from time to time, "I don't even want to say anything, I should explain it to him clearly, I was completely unintentional... This is natural

Rule... Otherwise he would think I deliberately spit on him. He doesn't think so now, and he will definitely think so in the future!"

After returning home, Mr. A told his wife about his incompetence, and he felt that his wife was too frivolous about what happened.

His wife was scared at first, but later she heard that the general was "from another department", so she felt relieved. "But you'd better go and apologize," she said, "he would think you were in public.

Improper behavior!”

"It's right! I apologized just now, but he was a little weird... I didn't say a word in one sentence. Besides, I didn't have time to talk in detail."

The next day, Mr. A put on his new uniform, shaved his face, and went to the general to explain.

When he walked into the general's reception room, he saw many people asking for reception.

The general is meeting someone.

After a moment, the general looked up at Mr. A at the door.

"I was in the theater yesterday, if the adults still remember it," Mr. A reported timidly, "I sneeze and accidentally splashed... Please... I'll ask you..."

"What nonsense!... God knows what's going on!" The general turned his face and said to the next visitor: "What's wrong with you?"

"He doesn't want to say it!" Mr. A's face turned pale and thought to himself, "It seems that he is angry... No, you can't let go of this matter like this... I want to explain it to him..."

When the general met the last visitor and was about to return to the inner room, Mr. A followed up and began to stutter again: "Sir! If you dare to disturb me, then it can be said that it is just out of a feeling of regret.

...I didn't mean it, please forgive me, sir!"

The general made a mournful face and waved his hand.

"You're just kidding, sir!"

After the general said that, he disappeared when he entered the door.

"Why is this a joke?" Mr. A thought, "It's not a joke at all! As a general, I don't understand the truth! Since this is the case, I will never apologize to this easy-to-play person again! Go to him! I'll write him a letter!

, never come again! Really, never come again!"

He thought so much about returning home.

However, the letter to the general was not written. After thinking about it, I couldn't figure out how to write this letter. I had to explain to the general the next day.

"I came to disturb the Lord yesterday," he began to stutter when the general raised his questioning gaze to him, "I'm not joking as you said. I'm here to apologize to you, because I splashed when I sneeze

You, sir... When it comes to joking, I have never thought about it. Do you dare to joke? If we are really joking, then there will be no respect for chants... there is no question..."

"Get out!!"

Suddenly, the general with a blue face and a trembling body shouted loudly.

"What, sir?" Mr. A asked in a low voice, he was shocked.

"Get out!!" The general paused and shouted again.

Mr. A felt something broken in his stomach. He could not see or hear anything. He stepped back to the door step by step. He came to the street and walked with difficulty...

He returned home in a daze, and before he took off his uniform, he fell on the couch, and later... died.

At first everyone found it funny.

But at the end, everyone was frightened and all were stunned.

This short story is so shocking.

That's right, it's just shock!

Xiao Yang said, "The name of this novel is "The Death of a Little Staff".

This novel was written by Chekov and was written by famous artists.

This big guy is also one of the three masters of short stories.