"Dad, I—Can I write okay?"

Nie Mingcheng looked at Anne's face, but he couldn't see joy or anger, he couldn't help but feel a little worried, and asked cautiously.

"I can barely see it. ”

Anne was satisfied, but deliberately picked on the thorns, "Here, here, and here, all have to be changed." ”

Nie Mingcheng took Anne's arm and stretched his neck to look at the place Anne pointed out.

"Change, still change, I, I've changed it several times. Nie Mingcheng was a little aggrieved, and always felt that his father was nitpicking.

He read the article of about 1,000 words no less than 20 times, and he chewed on every word and sentence repeatedly.

Anyway, as far as he was concerned, he really couldn't find anything to change.

"I can't write it myself, Lao Tzu pointed it out to you, are you still not convinced?" Anne glared at Nie Mingcheng.

Nie Mingcheng was so frightened that he shuddered, saying that his father lowered his face and trained people, it was really scary.

Although he is the only male in the family, his father has never been ambiguous about him.

When he was a child, because he was naughty, he was beaten by his father a lot, and he could break the feather duster.

The broom pimples at home are often replaced.

has been beaten a lot, coupled with the unique momentum of his father, Nie Mingcheng is afraid of this father from the bottom of his bones!

That is, his father has been in prison for a few years, and his temperament has become less domineering and ruthless, and Nie Mingcheng has also grown up, not the child who is powerless to resist, so he dared to stand up straight in front of his father.

Instead of hiding around when I saw my father like a mouse seeing a cat, like when I was a child.

However, when his father sank his face and wanted to lose his temper, Nie Mingcheng was still instinctively afraid.

"Look at your unproductive appearance, I'm a tiger, can I eat you?"

Anne looked like she hated iron but not steel, and when she saw that Nie Mingcheng was just shrinking, she couldn't help but sigh, "Forget it, it's useless to say you." Let's start with your article. ”

Anne tapped the manuscript paper with her finger, and Nie Mingcheng quietly raised her head.

"The whole article is about the words of the Acura soldiers, but it is too floating and too empty, and there is not even a practical case. ”

Anne looked at Nie Mingcheng's eyes and said seriously, "Acura, it's not that it's Acura that is piled up with all kinds of beautiful adjectives. Isn't it, for example, more vivid and powerful than empty words?"

Speaking of the article itself, Nie Mingcheng let go of the fear in his heart and began to shift his attention back, "For example?"

"yes, have you read "Who is the cutest person"?"

"Read. "So how could I not have read the classic article, as an intellectual youth who loves literature.

"Think back to how other people's articles are written, is it that they are shouting slogans throughout the article, saying that the volunteer army is glorious and the volunteer army is great?"

Nie Mingcheng really revisited the article in his mind, and then slowly shook his head.

"Glory and greatness are not shouted out in vain, but proved by concrete examples. ”

Seeing that Nie Mingcheng finally understood, Anne continued to teach, "Of course, the overall structure of your article is still good, and the wording is also appropriate, that is, it is more realistic and fuller, then it will be better." ”

"Dad, I see. ”

This time, Nie Mingcheng was a little convinced, and he also knew the direction of his revision.

He even forgot to be hungry, took back the manuscript paper, returned to the writing desk, and began to write at the desk.

Looking at Nie Mingcheng's serious back, Anne nodded: Yes, there is still salvation!

Anne went to the kitchen and jingle busy.

The meal was ready, and dinner was set aside for Nie Jinxiu and Nie Mingcheng, and then returned to the hospital with a thermos bucket.

The next day, Nie Mingcheng, who had stayed up for half a night, didn't know how many times he had rewritten it, and finally came up with an article that moved him the most.

"Well, it's finally like that this time. ”

Anne finally nodded lightly in Nie Mingcheng's expectant gaze, "Next, it's time to prepare for submission." ”

"Dad, are you still submitting articles to the newspaper?"

Until this time, Nie Mingcheng was a little timid, he looked at his father with insufficient confidence, and wanted to stop him, but there was a trace of longing in his heart.

"Of course you have to vote, otherwise Lao Tzu bothered to instruct you so much, what are you doing?

Anne scolded angrily, then took out her small notebook, tore off a few pages that recorded the submission methods of major newspapers, and stuffed them to Nie Mingcheng, "Copy a few more copies of the article, and then according to these addresses, each newspaper will submit a copy!"

"Ah, every newspaper submits a copy?" Nie Mingcheng looked blankly at the submission address and contact information in his hand.

"What's stupid? Why don't you hurry up?"

Anne couldn't see Nie Mingcheng's stupid appearance the most, and scolded, "You can only catch big fish by casting a wide net, don't you understand this truth?"

"Oh, okay, I see. ”

Nie Mingcheng was afraid that he would make his father angry again, so whether he understood it or not, he agreed first.

Obediently returned to the room, carefully copied the articles for several points, then folded each copy, stuffed it into an envelope, affixed a stamp, and began to transcribe according to the address given by his father.

It took me a long time to get all these things done.

Nie Mingcheng took a thick stack of envelopes and came to Anne, "Dad, I've got it all done." "What's next?

Anne wanted to sigh, she was a young man in her twenties, and she was about to get married, but she still had this kind of "dial it before you move" temperament.

Such a simple thing needs to rely on his parents, alas, what else can he do?

"When you're done, go find a mailbox in the street and stuff it in—" Anne lost the strength to get angry.

But, she was not at ease, so she swallowed it back halfway through her speech, and sighed, "Forget it, I'll take you with me." ”

With that, Anne lifted her feet and went out the door.

Nie Mingcheng knew that he was dissatisfied with his father again, he pursed his lips and lowered his head with some inferiority.

"Why don't you go quickly?" Anne didn't hear the footsteps, turned her head to look, and saw Nie Mingcheng standing there stupid, and shouted angrily.

"Oh, oh!" Nie Mingcheng agreed, and hurriedly followed.

Anne found a mailbox on the side of the road, and in front of Nie Mingcheng, stuffed the envelopes one by one.

"Alright, wait for news from the newspaper. ”

"Hmm!"

In the following week, in addition to going to the hospital and the hotel, Anne would occasionally go to the post and telecommunications office.

In addition to going there to read the newspaper, Anne also bought several sets of monkey tickets through the big sister at the counter.

Finally, one day, Anne found Nie Mingcheng's article in the literary section of the evening newspaper, and also received a remittance slip from the newspaper at the post and telecommunications office.

"Six dollars? Dad, I—I'm not mistaken, I—I actually got six dollars for the manuscript?"

Nie Mingcheng looked at the newspaper and the amount on the remittance slip, and almost went crazy.

"Well, it's not bad. I was accepted for the first submission and received a manuscript fee. ”

Anne was very satisfied, and when Nie Mingcheng was excited enough, she took the remittance slip back, "It's a good idea, don't think about this manuscript fee." Lao Tzu bought you so much stationery and stamps, and the manuscript fee for this idea is not enough......"