Song Huanxi started to restlessly from the time he arrived at the set of Qingshuiwan, thinking about what his manuscript would look like when he published it—

Where will it be in the newspaper? Is it stands out directly above or at the corners?

Will anyone like it after it is published?

If no one cares about it, will it be cut off?

There is a reader's red and black list in the newspaper. According to the letters from readers, the novels being serialized are given a ranking, and the two ranked at the bottom are said to be forced to be written.

She was worried about gains and losses, so she tried hard to calm down, but she could not do it.

Until Zhu Shengxiao ran to her with a look of surprise, "A Huan! Oh my God, you would never have thought that the script of "Dream of Red Mansions" actually used the plot you wrote!"

Song Huanxi was stunned and had not reacted for a moment: "What?"

Zhu Shengxiao had already stuffed the script into her hands and urged her repeatedly: "Look! That's it!"

Song Huanxi subconsciously looked along Zhu Shengxiao's fingers:

"Brother Bao, how about this Pixiu's hydrangea containing jade?"

Baoyu was obviously a little absent-minded: "The meaning is quite auspicious."

Baochai smiled, put down the hydrangea in her hand, and picked up another one, "Where is this fish every year?"

Baoyu nodded: "It's not bad."

...

Song Huanxi suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his pretty face was almost stuck to the script. No, that's right, this is what she wrote about Spring Rolling Hydrangea!

"Rolling the hydrangea, rolling to ninety-nine."

"Rolling the hydrangea, rolling out blessings and fortune."

Word-by-word!

It was compiled into the script almost without any changes!

Song Huanxi couldn't help but read it over and over again. After a while, she laughed out loud and felt extremely happy!

At this time, she realized that she had accumulated so many setbacks in Rongchang Pictures over the past month, which made her begin to wonder whether she was the screenwriter.

Now, after the newspaper has been written, the new film of Pei Brothers Pictures has adopted the plot she wrote!

Song Huanxi's writing heart, which had originally begun to shake, suddenly became firm!

An impulse arose from the bottom of my heart, and I didn't care that Zhu Shengxiao was still by my side. Song Huanxi picked up the pen and wrote it up:

Teaching He finally stopped laughing, and he held back his laughter and taught Aqiang: "The tree is a tree, the flower is a flower--"

Aqiang repeated with her seriously: "tree and flower——"

Teaching He looked at Aqiang in surprise. She didn't use the conjunction and, but just mentioned it during class. Unexpectedly, this young student would put what he learned directly into practice.

Teaching He thought for a while and asked, "Aqiang, I think you are quite smart. You are really quick to learn things. Haven't you read before?"

Aqiang smiled bitterly: "When I was going to go to middle school, my father died of illness, my mother was in poor health, and there were younger brothers and sisters below--"

His voice stopped abruptly, but He Zhi knew it clearly.

The two of them fell silent, and only the moonlight poured gently on them as always.

After a while, A Qiang spoke first: "But now it's much better. My younger brother and sister have graduated from high school. With a job, the burden on the family is much lighter."

He scratched his head and smiled silly, "I just want to learn something and change to a job with a higher salary."

After pausing, Aqiang pointed to the street lights on the side of the road: "teacher he, What’s this?"

He didn't miss the slightest study opportunity and immediately entered the time for advice.

Teaching He also cooperated very well, "it is a street lamp."

She further explained: "Street means street, lamp is lamp, so it is street lights together."

Aqiang was so stunning that he couldn't help but smile and said, "Isn't that the same as in Chinese?"

Teaching He nodded and smiled: "Languages ​​have many things in common, otherwise why can one language be translated into another?"

Ah Qianli nodded, "teacher He, you are so smart!"

Teaching He was stunned, and then laughed again, "You are so smart too!"

She smiled for a moment and took the initiative to teach Aqiang how to say smart.

Aqiang nodded, repeated it, and looked up at the bright moon in the sky. It was fifteenth, and the round moon was shady, as if Guanghan Palace also showed its true appearance. He whispered: "When I was a child, I liked the festival the most. There were rice dumplings on the Dragon Boat Festival and mooncakes on the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"My father was still there at that time and lied to me that if I studied hard, Fairy Chang'e would give me a unique mooncake."

"I worked hard to get the first place in the exam, and then I would receive a mooncake with the strong words printed on it. I thought at that time, Fairy Chang'e is really beautiful and kind-hearted."

Teacher He couldn't help but smile, "You were very cute when you were a child."

I will believe this kind of story.

Aqiang smiled slightly: "Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon again. Can you teach me how to say that Fairy Chang'e is beautiful and kind in English? Maybe she heard it and felt that I was still working hard at the age of time. When I was happy, I might give me mooncakes again."

"I'll share half of you at that time."

Teacher He laughed: "No problem, but I only love lotus paste and egg yolks in mooncakes."

Aqiang silently recorded the lotus paste and egg yolk.

One of them asked for advice humbly and the other explained carefully. Before they knew it, they arrived at the community where He Zhixi lived. The number of patrol officers on the street began to increase. From time to time, patrol officers passed by the two of them, looked at Aqiang vigilantly, and politely asked He Zhixi if he needed help.

A few times later, Teacher He finally got angry, "This is my student! It's not a thief! It's a good citizen who needs your protection! Please see clearly!"

The patrolman looked embarrassed and was in a dilemma.

It was Aqiang who stood up and smoothed out, "TeacherHe, they're only worried about you."

Said it in English, and the audience was silent.

The patrol officer apologized seriously and said that he would not pay special attention to the two.

Teaching He felt proud and felt a sense of joy.

But Aqiang stopped and said goodbye to her: "I am too greedy and want to learn more, so I followed the teacher here."

He paused and whispered: "TeacherHe, you are so beautiful,clever and kind."

Teaching He was slightly stunned, and then he realized that Aqiang had just gone around a big circle and specifically told the story of Fairy Chang'e giving moon cakes. It turned out that he was just to learn two words—

Beautiful and kind-hearted!

Her pretty face suddenly turned red, and she just said in a low voice: "thank you——"

Aqiang smiled: "Can I know your name?"

Teach He's face became redder and she whispered: "One word is beautiful."

Aqiang blinked, imitated her, and asked in a low voice: "Is it the proud pride, or the beautiful pride of Jiao'er?"

He Jiao stomped her feet, turned around and left, refusing to pay attention to him anymore.

Aqiang laughed out loud: "I understand, proud Jiaojiaoer!"

He Jiao paused and the next second, she pushed the car and trotted.

Aqiang watched her figure look down on the street lights, and went away with a long distance, turned around with a smile, and rushed towards home with big strides.

The pleasant bass echoed in the night: "Jiaojiao'er is beautiful and kind-hearted, and she wants to eat lotus paste and egg yolks for mooncakes--"

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