To Burn On Touch

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Without letting him sit down, he continued to ask: Then do you know what is the other major premise for writing narratives?

Yu Ran was confused. None of the classmates around him seemed to want to remind him, so he tentatively guessed: Wonderful?

Teacher Wang was speechless and choked. He pressed his dry lips, then clapped his hands on the test paper and loudly told Yu Ran: It has to be 'real'!

She waved her hand and asked Yu Ran to sit down. After a few seconds, she couldn't help but said: Yu Ran, that means we don't take narrative essays in the college entrance examination, otherwise I have to buy ten copies of Composition Encyclopedia for you to read. How do we normal people make up stories? We don’t have enough time today, so I’ll save some face for you. If you don’t read it in class, you can take your paper away.”

As soon as he heard that his composition could not be shown to everyone, the expectant smile on Yu Ran's face faded away. He took back the paper and lay it on the table glumly, not listening to the whole class.

However, Teacher Wang's words made the students very curious about Ran's monthly exam composition. As soon as get out of class was over, they swarmed around Yu Ran and watched the narrative essay. Soon everyone was laughing and passing it around to each other.

Yu Ran was still lying on the table without saying a word, playing with the ballpoint pen spring with an expressionless face.

He didn't care that the score was only 23, but the teacher had clearly promised him that he would read it, but now he regretted it, which made him a little unhappy.

Chu Mian looked at Yu Ran's back and clearly felt that he was depressed now. The laughter of the classmates around him made Chu Mian upset. He frowned, raised his head and said to them: Give me the paper.

The cold voice cut through the lively atmosphere. The students closest to Chu Mian clearly saw the threat in his eyes and immediately froze their smiles.

Chu Mian was completely unaware of the gloom on her face, and her expression softened only after she took Yu Ran's composition back from someone else's hand.

Yu Ran. Chu Mian called him from behind, Turn around, I want to read your composition now.

After hearing Chu Mian's voice, Yu Ran automatically regained some energy, immediately turned around and lay on his table, and smiled at him twice.

Seeing that Yu Ran's expression was not as depressed as she imagined, Chu Mian felt relieved, lowered her head and unfolded the test paper.

He took a closer look and saw that the title of Yu Ran's composition was My Uncle Yu Le.

...Is this the title of a text that I have learned before? Chu Mian recalled, Yu Ran, you can copy the essay, but you will definitely not get points if you copy the story from the textbook.

What text? Yu Ran was a little confused, My uncle's really name is Yu Le.

Chu Mian reluctantly said Okay and started reading from the beginning.

【My uncle Yule】

[Growth is like a set of long stairs. If I fall down on the first section, I will climb up. Growth is like rainbows after the rain. Even if I have never seen them, I still hope that they will appear one day. Growth is like cups of tempting wine. You will get drunk after one sip, and you will be addicted from now on...Growth has made me grow from a little boy to a big boy. And all this was taught to me by my uncle Yule...]

Although this parallel sentence has no logical connection and the vocabulary is not beautiful enough, at first glance, it looks like the opening style of the composition template. Chu Mian feels that this is at least something Yu Ran has thought about seriously and should not be ridiculed too much.

So he told Yu Ran comfortingly: The format at the beginning is actually very standard. It would be better if it was polished a little more.

When Yu Ran heard the praise, he nodded hurriedly.

[Like most people my age, I am fifteen years old. 】

Seeing the beginning of this second paragraph, Chu Mian fell silent.

[Just last month, I met my uncle again. That day, the sun was shining in the sky, and I was in a very good mood, so my brother Yu Jin (pseudonym) and I went out to play on a cruise ship on the Lanjiang River. However, my mother was worried about the two of us going out alone. She had to go to work and couldn't accompany us, so She called our uncle Jules. Uncle Yule’s original name was actually Yu Lele, so my brother and I called him Uncle Lele. 】

[But I don’t like Uncle Lele. He doesn’t look for a job. He only picks up plastic bottles discarded by others on the roadside and sells them for money. With a low income, he relies on my dad for food and drink every day. This makes me look down on him. 】

[When we got to the cruise ship, I sat in the front seat and played with my brother on the rope. Anyone who failed to do the trick would have their hair pulled. I grabbed my brother so much that I almost scratched his head until he was completely naked! Ha ha! Just when I was happy, Uncle Lele suddenly came over and wanted to play with us. 】

【What a beautiful thought! I looked at his patched pants and rough hands with contempt in my heart. Uncle Lele was left out by me, with a sad look on his face, and left silently to pick up the bottles on the boat. I looked on with disdain and thought: Hmph, how much can you get for picking up bottles? You are so dignified.

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