80s: Little Sweet Wife

Wu Mei bit his pen and looked at the draft. There are more than 800 words, and he has to have a real feeling. There are more than five idioms. Is this writing an essay or a report?

Isn't writing an article just for fun, to be free to express it? It all stipulates that it is a deadly routine. It should not be written in the same way?

Wu Mei sighed, and started to write, trying to write as straight as possible. Wu Zhengsi didn't like scribbles.

Before dinner, Wu Mei had written the composition. It was a little difficult at the beginning, but it was much easier to write it smoothly at the end. She wrote more than two pages, and if it wasn't for fear of Wu Zhengsi's suspicion, she could write again. Several pages!

"Dad, I've finished my composition."

Wu Mei handed the text to Wu Tiansi, Wu Zhengsi turned the book without saying a word, his eyebrows didn't move, he couldn't see what he was thinking, Wu Mei looked at him nervously, for fear that Wu Zhengsi would frown, which meant that Wu Zhengsi was dissatisfied with her composition.

Wu Zhengsi didn't spend much time reading it, and his eyes flashed with surprise. In the past two years, he was checking Wu Mei's homework for the first time, and he didn't know about her writing ability. The writing level is still OK, no, it should be said to be quite OK.

"You wrote this yourself?" Wu Zhengsi asked in a deep voice.

Wu Mei's heart sank, nodded and said, "I wrote it myself."

"Bring your previous composition to me and have a look." Wu Zhengsi ordered.

Wu Mei didn't understand what medicine he was selling in the gourd, so he had to go back to the house to find out the text of his previous composition. Wu Zhengsi flipped through it. The teacher only gave three stars. There are no five stars at all.

He took a look at it, the teacher's review was in place, and there was no shortage of stars. Wu Mei's compositions were as bland as boiled water, and their vocabulary was also very poor. The whole article did not use a few idioms. For her outstanding performance, the teacher gave three stars because of the neatness of her writing.

But the travel note I wrote today is very different. The writing is sophisticated, and there are many beautiful words and sentences, especially some scenery descriptions. The grammar of anthropomorphism, parallelism, metaphor, exclamation, etc. is used. The writing is very sensational. Excellent work, but it's a big improvement, isn't it?

"You really wrote this yourself?" Wu Zhengsi's voice became much stricter.

Wu Mei's heart skipped a beat, it's bad, he wrote so well that he forgot his previous level. No wonder Wu Zhengsi was suspicious.

"I wrote it myself, because today's writing is all about real scenes. I wrote it very easily. Many sentences were written naturally. The previous ones were all made up randomly, and they were not easy to write." Wu Mei explained.

Wu Zhengsi still believes in this explanation. When writing articles, he pays attention to revealing his true feelings. Wu Mei went to Phoenix Mountain to play today, and he really felt his true feelings, but—

"Is this what you made up too?"

Wu Zhengsi casually turned to an essay on the text of the old work. The title was "My Dad", and it only had three stars. The whole article praised Wu Zhengsi, but he didn't blow him to the sky. Wu Zhengsi couldn't bear to watch it himself, but he was still very stubborn, but the youngest daughter actually said that it was made up?

Wu Mei followed Wu Zhengsi's finger to the title of the composition, his heart thumped again, and he quickly said, "That...that's not a nonsense, that's..."

She couldn't go on anymore, she couldn't go on anyhow, she had to shut her mouth and bow her head and pretend to be dead. Fortunately, Wu Zhengsi was in a good mood, so he didn't force her, he let her go with a big wave of his hand.

"Bring over all the future compositions for me to see."

Wu Mei, who was relieved, clenched his strings again, his scalp was numb, he answered honestly, and secretly complained.

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