Ordinary countryside reborn

Chapter 90 The Chinese Teacher
Fang Yue and Zeng Jie also looked at Tian Yuan, a group of curious babies.

"To make money."

Tian Yuan said with a smile.

Although she hasn't earned any money from writing novels, it doesn't prevent her purpose is to make money.

Luo Hai froze for a moment, stared at Tianyuan, looked left and right, and clicked his tongue.

"I didn't expect you to be quite good at telling jokes."

He still suspected that Tian Yuan was a game master, but Tian Yuan refused to admit it, so he didn't continue to ask.

……

At noon on Sunday, dormitory 301 for girls.

"Jia Jia, have you ordered a song yet?"

"It was released in the morning, didn't you hear my name being said?"

"Ah, I didn't pay attention. I want to order a song for Li Xiangming, but I'm afraid he will hear it. What should I do?"

A few girls next to her heard her meaning and gave her an ambiguous look. Someone urged: "Go and order, you ordered for him just to let him know, he doesn't even know, if you order it, it will be gone again." What's the meaning?"

Everyone rushed to help with ideas, but Tian Yuan felt that the dormitory was too noisy, so she picked up her notebook and pen, got off the bed and put on her shoes.

Fang Yue watched her movements and asked curiously, "Where are you going?"

After putting on his shoes, Tian Yuan looked up and said, "I'm going outside for a walk, you want to go too?"

Fang Yue shook her head, "Come back and bring me a box of Mala."

Tian Yuan gave an OK gesture and left the dormitory.

There is no class on Sunday afternoon, and students can move freely, but they cannot leave the campus. Tian Yuan now uses this half day to write novels.

She came to the grove, found a quiet place to sit down, and began to code.

There are many small bamboos in the grove, clustered in clusters, when the wind blows, the sound of the leaves is particularly loud, rattling.

The pastoral field doesn’t feel noisy, the sound of nature is beautiful and pleasant to the ear. In such an environment, she gradually entered the state, writing faster and faster, and recording the inspiration at this time.

Time seemed to stand still, and the sound of leaves being blown was gone.

Idyllic is immersed in its own story, automatically shielding everything around it.

A male teacher came with a child. The child was about eleven or twelve years old. He held a sketchpad in his hand. He sat on a fake tree stool and began to draw. The male teacher sat beside him and held a book. The book reads.

Tianyuan felt her fingers were a little sore, she stood up and shook her arms, ready to move around, only then did she see someone beside her.

The male teacher also looked up at this moment. Tian Yuanben saw that he was reading and didn't want to say hello, so he had to speak now.

"Hello teacher!"

This male teacher happened to be a Chinese teacher that Tian Yuan didn't like to ask for advice. Seeing Teacher Zhang nodded to her with a smile, Tian Yuan felt that he had to leave, and he didn't know what to say when he stayed.

Just as he was about to leave, Teacher Zhang's son got up and walked away holding the board, as if he didn't want to listen to them.

Teacher Zhang watched his son go to the other side to draw, and he said, "Student Tian Yuan, were you also drawing just now? Teacher, can you take a look?"

Tian Yuan looked at him in astonishment, then shook his head: "No, I just wrote something casually."

"Oh?"

Teacher Zhang was taken aback for a moment, and asked, "You also like writing? Have you ever contributed?"

Contribute?Teacher Zhang thinks highly of her.

Tian Yuan continued to shake his head: "It's not that type, I write very rough"

Tian Yuan hesitated for a moment and continued: "How about, teacher, can you take a look?" She turned around and took her notebook and handed it to Teacher Zhang.

Zhang Guoqiang took the notebook and read it. He usually helps other students to read the works. If the writing is good, he will help to fix it.But in his impression, Tian Yuan is a little girl who can draw, and now she is still writing, I don't know how well she writes.

The things in the notebook were written a bit messy, and I turned over a few pages to see that the order was also messy, and there were many revisions written in different colors beside it.

It's just scratch paper.

Zhang Guoqiang shook his head helplessly, and continued to watch patiently.

After reading it, he straightened out a little bit. Tian Yuan sat opposite him, looking at him expectantly.

She finally knew what to ask the Chinese teacher.

Zhang Guoqiang watched her staring at him brightly, laughed a few times, and then said: "I took a rough look, and your novel is a bit interesting, but the writing style is a little lacking, and the character description is a bit blunt and not flexible enough."

Tian Yuan nodded straightly when she heard this. In fact, she knew that she couldn't write well, but she just didn't know how to write it. There were a lot of wonderful plots in her mind, but when she wrote it, it was not the same thing. It was always dry.

Zhang Guoqiang finished talking about the shortcomings of the novel, and continued: "However, it is not without merit. The story is novel, and many settings are quite interesting. In this regard, your novel can barely be regarded as a pass."

He nodded towards Tian Yuan, returned the notebook to her, and encouraged: "If you can improve your writing level, then your story will be quite exciting."

Tian Yuan took the notebook, she pursed her lips, looked at Zhang Guoqiang, and asked earnestly, "Teacher, how can this writing style be improved quickly?"

Zhang Guoqiang thought for a while and replied: "You still need to read more, pay attention to daily accumulation, some good words, good sentences, good paragraphs, wonderful beginnings and endings...you can write them down, read more, think more, and taste more!"

Tian Yuan listened to him carefully, more seriously than usual in his class.

Zhang Guoqiang recommended a few works to Tian Yuan, and then thought of something, he asked with a smile: "How many words are there in your novel, and how long have you been writing it?"

Tianyuan counted the days and said: "I started writing during the summer vacation. It took about three months to write, and now there are almost three 10,000+ words."

Zhang Guoqiang opened his mouth wide in shock. He looked at the countryside and remained silent for a while.

Most of the children at this age are still undecided, and he has never seen anyone spend so much time and have such patience to write a long work.He usually edits articles for senior high school students, and the most he has seen is that it takes less than a week to polish a work of several hundred words. Most of them are submitted to the school magazine, and a few think that they have written very well. Will vote for magazines and newspapers.

There is no such thing as Tianyuan, who wrote for several months and wrote so many words.Although the writing level is a bit poor, but this kind of perseverance is rare in many adults.

Zhang Guoqiang took a deep breath, the children nowadays should not be underestimated.

From the corner of the eye, Zhang Guoqiang saw that his son had changed his place again. He couldn't squat like this, and he was still insisting on painting. He didn't make a fuss about going to play. Zhang Guoqiang unconsciously showed a gratified smile on his face.

My son is not bad either.

He looked at Tian Yuan and said with a smile, "I've seen your paintings on the street before. Your painting skills are pretty good. I didn't expect you to write novels now."

Tian Yuan was thoughtful, she remembered, isn't this the first customer of her summer painting stall!

No wonder she always felt familiar, but couldn't remember it.

(End of this chapter)