To Burn On Touch

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Since this exam requires a district-wide ranking, the results were announced one day late, and the parents' meeting was held in the evening when the students learned the scores.

During the big class break, Mr. Wang passed the first class and handed out the test papers by the way. Standing at the door, she saw Yu Ran and asked loudly: Yu Ran, didn't I give you a few composition templates before the exam? You memorized them and used them later?

Yu Ran replied in a timid voice: I've been tricked, didn't you tell me to change it myself, modify it...

Are you 'retouching'? You just gave it a facelift! Teacher Wang adjusted his glasses, And what did you answer the reading questions? It's okay, I won't talk about you today, and I will directly Talk to your parents.

She finished speaking heavily and hurried away.

After the Chinese test papers were handed out, Chu Mian noticed that several people in the class walked towards Yu Ran at the same time, as if they wanted to make fun of his composition again. Chu Mian had no choice but to stand up and took the paper first.

The composition requirement this time is to choose genres other than poetry, and the title is half-named: That time, I really____.

Many students wrote that time, I really shed tears, I really regret it, I'm really happy, give full play to their subjective initiative, and make up one touching or warm story after another.

Chu Mian was mentally prepared, and slowly opened Yu Ran's composition paper——

That time, I was really crazy

Chu Mian took a deep breath, and slowly closed Yu Ran's composition paper.

Why don't you read something good together? Cui He came over and grabbed Chu Mian's arm, and grabbed the composition paper, Come on, let me read Yu Ran's latest masterpiece. Hey, twenty-six points, this Isn’t rounding up to a perfect score? It’s amazing, Yu Ran!”

She immediately gave her thumbs up, and then read out the content in cadence: 'Goldo Roger, a famous British scientist, once said that family affection is a double-edged sword. When I notice it, I will push you into the abyss...'”

As soon as the words fell, Yu Ran couldn't help applauding himself, That's really well said, it all rhymes.

Cui He quietly rolled his eyes, and continued to read aloud with emotion: 'When I was young, I encountered such a strange thing, and I still can't understand it when I think about it. That day after school, I pestered my mother to go to the vegetable market. I bought three little chickens, they were as yellow as ducks, mischievous and cute, which made my heart flutter. When I got home, my brother and I built a small nest for the little chickens out of cardboard, and let them live in it again. Sing and dance.'”

'But soon, mother became dissatisfied with the chickens, because they were chattering in the middle of the night, noisier than the old women who played cards downstairs, and mother had to go to the bathroom every night to scold the chickens , Threatened that if they talk again, I will kill you and make soup! The chickens are so scared that they dare not chat at night again.'”

'Back then, my family was living very poorly. We often ate a meal without a meal, and we could only eat meat once a week. So when I heard my mother threaten the chickens like that, I doubted that she would actually kill them, because Mom is usually a ruthless concubine.'”

Cui He paused for a moment, glanced at Yu Ran sympathetically, and asked with concern: Is your family really that difficult at that time?

Yu Ran shook his head, and asked back: There is only one sentence in this composition that is true, which one do you think it is?

Chu Mian pondered, Chickens are as yellow as ducks.

Wrong! Yu Ran denied, It's 'my mother is a cruel concubine'!

... Cui He continued to read, 'Sure enough, when I woke up one morning, the three chicks really died strangely! I squatted next to their dead bodies and cried loudly, but my mother was indifferent, picked them up, and directly Take it to the kitchen to make soup.'”

'I don't drink! I yelled angrily, the smell of meat was overflowing in the room, and I was hungry, but when I thought of the chick being brutally killed by my mother, I didn't have any appetite at all, so I rushed out the door, crying Running on the street. Suddenly, it rained heavily, as if God was crying for the chicken, I yelled, knelt on the ground, and gradually lost consciousness...'”

'When I woke up again, I was delirious. I forgot the memory of that time. Later, I heard from my mother that I could only crow like a cock, and kept pecking people with my mouth. It was terrible! It was like crazy. Same.'

'But one thing I remember very clearly is that I had a dream that night, and it was entrusted to me by the chickens. The strange thing is that they are clearly chattering, but I can understand what they are saying. After waking up from the dream , I followed their instructions and opened my younger brother’s pillow, and sure enough—there were light-yellow chicken feathers underneath!’”

'What's the matter? Why do you have chicken hair here? I asked my brother, and he

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