Chapter 3 third quarter

"To discuss something with you, let me put the book in the drawer?" "The books are old and dirty, and one of them has earwax on it. It's disgusting." "That's booger. If you don't believe me, look carefully, there is hair in it." "You're even more disgusting. Why don't you take the book home? Dirty?" "I can't write at home, and my mood will get worse. I am very reluctant to write this composition." "Fine then. You can put the books in the drawer." "Thank you. Please have a candy, Japanese."

"Delicious. Thank you." On the third day after bringing those four books to school again, I finally finished writing them. After a calculation, I wrote a total of 18 sheets for a 500-word manuscript. It’s only about 9,000 words, can the Chinese teacher accept it? I'm sure she's not a stingy girl, but the Chinese teacher is very stingy. Sure enough, the first thing the Chinese teacher did after receiving the manuscript was to carefully count how many sheets there were. Are you still counting banknotes while dipping your fingers in saliva? "Only 18." After counting, the Chinese teacher frowned.

"Teacher, I have tried my best." "The rule is 10,000 characters, so just 10,000 characters." He was expressionless, "It's not negotiable." "But nine thousand is very close to ten thousand." "If I owe you 10,000 yuan, but only pay you back 9,000 yuan, will you accept it?" "Acceptable." I whispered, "Because it is very hard for teachers to make money." The Chinese teacher didn't even read the text, so he rolled the stack of manuscript paper into a tube, as if to hand it to me. "Take it back and rewrite it," he said.

"But……" "But what?" He stretched out his hand, "Take it back!" My heart was dry again and again, and I slowly stretched out my right hand to take it. High school life really is hell. Although it was only a thousand words short, the so-called "rewriting" still had to write another 10,000 words. In the era of underdeveloped computers, there was no way to insert text into articles arbitrarily. I can only use these 9,000 words as a draft, and then try my best to rack my brains to produce 1,000 words. Finally, rewrite the 10,000-word manuscript. "Hey, how's the manuscript going?"

"I finished writing, but the teacher rejected the manuscript. Because there are only 9,000 words." "Your teacher is too stingy, nine thousand is very close to ten thousand." "I agree with your first sentence, and the second sentence agrees with me." "Then what do you do? Do you want to rewrite 10,000 words?" "Yeah. I'm figuring out how to generate an extra thousand words." "Why don't you use yourself as an example? Maybe you can write more." "Basically, I am a low-key person. Could it be that I cut my kidney to treat my father, sell my blood to adopt a mother, and often hold

Do you want to write about grandma's hand crossing the road so that everyone can know? " "You're boring!" The "boring" she wrote this time gave me inspiration. Because boring people must talk a lot of nonsense. A flash of inspiration came to my mind, and I came up with a method to directly fatten the article. "very" is replaced with "very", and the adjective "de" and the adverb "di" are always omitted; In addition, we should make good use of some illusory words, such as "Le" and "Jiu". And add more punctuation marks, because punctuation marks also occupy one grid of manuscript paper.

I have fallen to the point where I will do anything to write one more word. For example: Today's meal was delicious. After eating, I went shopping in the street and found a dollar on the ground. can be changed to: Today's meal is very delicious. After eating, I will go to the street While shopping leisurely, I found a dollar on the ground. Originally, there were only 28 characters including punctuation marks, but it was instantly increased to 35 characters. I was full of energy, read the manuscript word by word, and annotated the added words directly on the manuscript paper with a red pen.

The entire manuscript is roughly estimated to be about 1,100 characters more in this weight-gaining plan. The word "de" has been added the most. Sure enough, as long as you put your heart into it, you can add "de" everywhere in the article. The classic dialogue of the movie "The God of Cookery" many years later: "As long as you put your heart into it, everyone can be the God of Cookery." Also echoes this. "Hey, I already found that extra thousand words." When I left school, I wrote this on a note. I have brought home the manuscript, much in red, and will wrap up the matter to-night.

Although copying 10,000 characters is not a small task, at least you don't need to use your brain and it will be much easier. I worked hard at the desk and spent more than six hours transcribing the 10,000-word manuscript. "Really? How did you do it?" After seeing the note the next day, I was very proud, and laughed, and the classmate sitting next to me glanced at me. Today I can finally be completely relieved. After handing over the manuscript to the Chinese teacher later, I am about to bid farewell to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. Because I'm about to leave hell. I handed over the manuscript to the Chinese teacher, and he checked carefully again. This time I wrote 20 and a half sheets.

He still didn't read the text of the manuscript, just nodded and waved his hand to signal that I could leave. I was in a relaxed and happy mood throughout the day. After school, I put the old manuscripts full of scarlet letters into the drawer, Then write on the note: "The manuscript is for you to admire. You will witness the birth of a talented writer. ps. You will (will) witness (to) the birth of a genius writer. " "I see. You are too dirty." "Then will you be thirsty? Please drink the drink in the drawer." "Thank you. Why buy me a drink?"

"Because of your "boring" sentence, a great masterpiece was born." "It has nothing to do with me, I didn't tell you to add "" everywhere." "You don't expect to be rewarded. You are so great, great!" "You are still boring. By the way, is the new manuscript finished?" "It's already been written. Anyway, it's just a re-copy." "Then lend me this old manuscript to read at home. I haven't been able to sleep well recently, and it's easy to fall asleep after reading this kind of manuscript." "It's better that way." I returned the three borrowed books to the library, and gave the book with the booger stains to the trash pickers. As soon as I received the old manuscript she returned to me, I crumpled it into 18 paper balls and threw them into the trash can. This is the end of the matter, and I do not want to retain the memory of this article at all. It's a good day to return to normal study, not to mention that there is an extra girl who can pass notes. I found that she should be a careful girl, and she seems to be very clean. She always prepares a clean white paper and writes the words on it in a straight line. I would write under that column of words, but my words lined up a little crookedly and occasionally crooked. Then she would write another straight line of words. When the blank paper is almost full, she will replace it with a brand new blank paper. On a whim, she would write a paragraph, and I would follow suit. Sometimes she also draws, and of course I have to follow suit. If her painting style is like Snow White in a fairy tale, Then my style of painting is like a client caught in a cheap hotel. Frankly speaking, if it weren't for the experience of passing notes with her, My memories of high school life are probably only desks, blackboards, reference books and exam papers. Between the back and forth of the note, I roughly knew some information about her. She is the same age as me, but she is the youngest student in their class. The supplementary school students come from very different backgrounds, and the oldest in their class is 30 years old. She works in the Anping Industrial Zone during the day, and rushes to school immediately after get off work. "Wow! This is very tiring." "It's good to get used to it, and I don't feel tired at all." "What about holidays? Will you go to donate blood or work in Shaolin Temple?" "You're less boring. I'll sleep all day on holidays." "Wow! I'm tired after sleeping all day." "Listening to you is the most tiring!" There are transitions in articles, as well as in real life. About three weeks after the Chinese teacher accepted my manuscript, the real "turn" appeared. That day, the Chinese teacher suddenly asked me to go to the office to find him after class. "There is more than a week before the deadline, you can write another one." He said. "Write another one?" I couldn't help calling out. "Hold down, this is the office." He glared at me, "Your manuscript is missing." "Ah?" I opened my mouth wide, "Why didn't you see me?" "It's your fault. If you write well, I will take care of it." He glared at me again, "It's only because you didn't write well that I put it in handy. Now I can't find it." "The teacher lost the manuscript, why should I be responsible?" I was furious. "Do you know how to respect the teacher? How dare you talk to the teacher like this!" He became angry, "Just write another one!" Walking out of the office, I just feel that the sun is so dazzling. Why does esthe sungoon shinning? Why does the sea rush to shore? Don't they know it's the end of the world? My heart sounds like the lyrics of "The end of the world". The old manuscripts are lost, and the books with booger stains are also given to others. Even if you can still go to the library to borrow books, But you want me to write a 10,000-word composition from scratch? This is no longer a question of ability, but that I don't want to write anymore! I seem to be kicked into the Pacific Ocean, and I can only feel deeply sad at the bottom of the deep Pacific Ocean. I didn't answer her note that day, because my world was already dark. The next day she wrote on the note: "Huh? Are you sick? That's why you didn't come to class?" I still haven't returned. "Hey, why didn't you call me back?" I picked up the pen to write some words on the note, but I was still in a bad mood and couldn't squeeze out a word. "If you don't reply for three days in a row, you better be very sick." I sighed and had to write on the note: "I'm in a bad mood and don't want to talk." "Then let me tell you a joke. Last week, I went to Xingda Port to buy seafood. There was a hawker who put four plates of prawns in front of me, and the prices were marked: One hundred, two hundred, three hundred, four hundred.I saw that the four plates of prawns were all similar, so I was curious and asked: "Why are the prices different?" The peddler answered from four hundred to one hundred with his right hand while comparing: "This disk is alive, this disk is dying, this disk has just died, and this disk has been dead for a long time." ps. Is this vendor cool enough? " Alas, my head hurts. This is a bad joke that will make the mood worse. So I didn't come back. "Then here's an even worse joke. The neighbor planted a small tree in front of the house. Strange to say, the small tree often swayed to and fro. This is true even when there is no wind. I was curious, so I asked: "Why is this tree always shaking?" The neighbor replied: "I often pour beer on it, and it's probably drunk, so it's always wobbly." ps. My neighbor is cooler, right? " No.My head hurts even more. There are only three days left and I haven't written a single word. Seeing that disaster is approaching, no matter how funny the joke is, I will cry when I hear it. So I still keep silent. "Just say something. I'll worry about you." After seeing the note, I felt a numb and warm feeling in my heart. I suddenly had the illusion that she was the only one left in the world who cared about me. It didn't take long for me to feel wronged, and my eyes were a little moist. After wiping the corners of my eyes, I picked up a pen and wrote: "The Chinese teacher lost my manuscript, and he asked me to rewrite it. There are only two days left." The next day, I found that besides the note in the drawer, There is also an almost brand-new Chinese textbook for the second year of high school with a transparent book cover. "Pay attention to pages 19, 69, 10, 15, 22, and 48 in the book, and turn them in order. Also, don't get the book dirty, I need it for class. " I also have this textbook, but mine is much dirtier. Basically I think it's a waste of life and a waste of money to wrap high school textbooks in slipcases. In my career planning, the first thing to do after the entrance exam is Just set a fire and burn all the high school textbooks. I carefully opened page 19 of this book, and there were a few sheets of paper caught inside. The paper is folded twice, carefully flattened, and inserted into the book. I spread out the paper and only glanced at it, and was overjoyed immediately, it was my old draft! This is the photocopy of the 18 old manuscripts with red lettering, The order of the manuscripts is 19, 69, 10, 15, 22, 48, with three sheets of paper clipped on each page. Finally saved. "I'm the top of the world looking down on creation And the only explanation I can find Is the love that I've found ever since you've been around..." I couldn't help singing the song "Top of the world". Although tomorrow is the deadline, as long as I bring this photocopy home, Another 10,000-word manuscript can be copied tonight. Before leaving school, I wrote on a note: "How do you have a photocopy of this manuscript?" "Won't you say thank you first?" I stayed up late last night to copy the manuscript, and the photocopies are a bit blurry, especially the photocopies of the red writing. When there was only a little bit left to finish copying, I couldn't hold on any longer, so I lay down and went to sleep. During today's morning self-study time, I will finish copying the remaining manuscript. When I took it to the Chinese teacher, the manuscript was still hot. The Chinese teacher accepted the manuscript with a blank expression, without saying a word, and still did not glance at the text. After he put the manuscript into the drawer, I meditated in my heart: In the bottom drawer on the right side of the desk, in the bottom drawer on the right side of the desk... "What are you mumbling about?" He glared at me, "Hurry up and go back to the classroom!" After more than a week of gloomy mood, blue sky and white clouds finally appeared. I am so grateful to her that more than a "thank you" can express. "Don't thank you for your kindness. I owe you my life. It's a pity that your birthday is over." "Huh? Do you know my birthday?" "19, 69, 10, 15, 22, 48. Isn't it your birth date?" "Oh. Studying in the same school, you are a bright star high school student, and I am a supplementary school student. Students are dumber. " "Don't say that, I'm just guessing." "Hey, since you know my birth date, please don't hurt me." "Don't worry, you are my savior, and I will never take revenge." "It's good to know. Remember to repay the favor." "By the way, you haven't told me why there are photocopies?" "The other day when I borrowed your manuscript to go home and use it as sleeping pills, I made a photocopy." "If you want a manuscript, you can tell me, I will definitely give it to you, and even post your money." "I don't want your manuscript. I just know you're going to throw it away instead of keeping it." "Of course I don't keep that manuscript, who keeps wiped toilet paper?" "Hey, don't mess with metaphors." "Come back to business. If you don't want my manuscript, why do you want to make a photocopy?" "Have you ever thought that three years later, five years later, ten years later or even longer, in short, Maybe one day in the future, you suddenly want to see what you wrote in high school. So I made a copy for you. " "No matter how long it's been, I probably won't want to watch it. Unless my future is too boring." "So I said: Maybe someday." "Maybe one day in the future I really have a whim, but "one day in the future" how do you give it to me?" "You're so stupid. Maybe someday, we'll meet." Meet?