Zhao Jinmai got the balloon he had been thinking about all night.
She had no shortage of toys since she was a child.
But even if it's the same thing, it seems like it's different from what's given to you by someone else.
She blew up the balloon, put it down again during class, and put it away in the second layer of the pencil case.
During class, Zhang and his party still secretly browsed the elementary school student publications, and Zhao Jinmai still secretly covered for him.
Zhao Jinmai found that his deskmate was very powerful.
Although he always doesn't listen well in class, he knows everything the teacher teaches.
Two months passed in this way.
In two months, Zhang and his party sent seven more letters.
On this day, the postman in green uniform delivered several letters to the teacher's office of Zhao's primary school as usual.
There are only two offices in Zhaojia Primary School, one is the principal's office, and the other is a common office space for other teachers.
Because it was time for classes, teachers gathered in the office.
A letter immediately caught the attention of teachers.
It was mailed by a magazine!
Magazine!
Teacher resources in rural areas are now very scarce. There are eight classes in four grades, and there are only nine teachers including the principal.
Basically every teacher has multiple subjects, such as a Chinese teacher who also teaches music, a natural science teacher who teaches social studies, or a third-grade teacher who also teaches second grade.
Several teachers have gray hair and have reached the age of becoming grandparents.
Except for a few young Chinese teachers, most teachers have never had the concept of submission in their lives.
They gathered around, passing envelopes and looking at them.
"It's really a letter from the magazine!"
"yes!"
"The recipient of the letter is Zhang Yixing, Class 1, Yuhong Class."
"Hongxia, are you in your class?"
"Take it apart and take a look!"
"Stop, stop, personal letters are sacrosanct."
"Then call this kid over and see what the letter is."
Zhao Hongxia was also curious, trotted back to the class, and pulled Zhang and his party into the office.
As soon as they entered the door, a group of teachers glanced over and looked at Zhang and his party.
Monk Zhang Yixing and Zhang Er were confused. It wasn't until he was pulled to the desk and saw the letter that he knew the reply had arrived.
Write a letter to submit a manuscript. If the manuscript is rejected, there will be no reply by default.
Now I have replied, explaining that my manuscript must have been requisitioned.
At that time, he stuffed two manuscripts into a letter, and he didn’t know how many were selected.
Zhao Hongxia handed the letter to Zhang Yixing, "Yixing, open it and show it to the teachers."
Zhang Yixing nodded, took the letter and tore it open.
I saw several teachers next to me grinning.
One teacher even said, "Slow down, be careful not to tear it!"
In the envelope, there is a work acceptance notice and a fee slip.
The notice is brief:
Classmate Zhang Yixing, your work "Mom" has been accepted by our magazine and is planned to be published in the xx issue of "Sunflower". The sample issue will be sent out one month after it is published.
As for the fee withdrawal form, the fee is only five yuan, and you need to go to the post office to get it with the receipt.
Five yuan, this is my first pot of gold after rebirth!
No, it’s the first spoonful of gold!
Zhang Yixing joked in his heart.
It’s not much money, but it’s the beginning of a journey.
Several teachers gathered around Zhang Yixing. After Zhang Yixing read the letter, they quickly grabbed the acceptance notice and the payment slip and clicked their tongues non-stop, even more excited than Zhang Yixing himself.
"Zhang Yixing, right? Did you write the article yourself?"
"Are you able to write compositions at such a young age?"
“It’s amazing that you can make money at such a young age!”
"Hongxia, there is a young writer in your class!"
Zhao Hongxia's face was glowing at this moment. She never expected that there would be such an outstanding child in her class.
Thinking about Zhang Yixing's performance in class on weekdays, he is indeed a smart child.
As for the chalk tip she smashed, she automatically chose to forget it.
Zhang Yixing answered every question asked by the teachers, especially emphasizing that he now knows a lot of words and can write a lot of words.
I wrote the article myself. I believe teachers will get used to this situation today.
Every step he takes as a young writer must be done in a down-to-earth manner and must withstand scrutiny.
If even the teachers at your own school don’t believe that the article was written by you, you may have a lot of trouble in the future.
In order to show that he indeed has this level of ability, Zhang Yixing even re-ran the article "Mom" in front of the teacher.
"It's amazing. Even if we were in the third grade, we can still keep up with our studies."
"It's just that the handwriting is a bit ugly, I need to practice it."
"Haha, this kid is so young, he is already very good."
At this moment, the office door was pushed open and a fat man walked in.
Principal Zhao Junyi saw a group of teachers gathered around and wondered: "What happened?"
"Oh, leader, this is incredible, our school has a young writer!"
"This kid published an article!"
"There are still royalties!"
Several teachers talked about Zhang Yixing's submission.
Zhao Junyi was also surprised, especially when he learned that Zhang and his party had just attended the Yuhong class and were in the same class as his little daughter.
He took the manuscript acceptance notice handed over by the teacher and read it twice, and then took the manuscript fee slip and looked it over over and over again. Finally, he gritted his teeth and smiled and said: "We have to hold a meeting to commend. Let's choose a time. The whole school will have a meeting, and we must commend it." !”
Zhang Yixing was speechless as he listened, but in front of a group of teachers, he, a child over six years old, could not express his own opinions. He could only watch a group of teachers making suggestions for the commendation meeting.
Finally, Zhao Junyi touched Zhang Yixing's head again and said to Zhao Hongxia: "Hongxia, let Jinmai and this kid sit at the same table so that they can share their literary spirit."
Zhao Hongxia smiled and said: "What a coincidence, Jin Mai and Zhang and his party are already at the same table, so there is no need to adjust them!"
Zhao Junyi was stunned, then laughed and said: "Very good, very good!"
He patted Zhang Yixing again and said kindly: "Zhang Yixing, right? He looks like a smart kid at first glance. In the future, he will teach Zhao Jinmai more and don't cause conflicts."
Zhang Yixing replied innocently: "Zhao Jinmai is also very smart. We can learn from each other."
This sentence made Zhao Junyi very happy. Who doesn't like his children to be praised!
Especially in front of so many teachers.
Teachers usually praise Jinmai probably because they want to give themselves face as the principal.
Children don't have that many twists and turns.
Zhang and his party returned to the classroom with the letter in hand, their steps light.
Two lives, the same "Mother".
Even when he grew up, he still felt like his heart was being pulled, like a knot in his chest, every time he thought about that unpleasant experience of submitting an article.
Not because of being cheated.
It was because the parents could not afford two hundred yuan at the time, and their embarrassed eyes showed more guilt for not being able to fulfill their children's wishes.
They didn't know they were cheated at that time, but they just saw their child lost, which made them even more disappointed.
Zhang and his party solemnly put the letter into their schoolbag.
This time, the parents’ eyes should be filled with pride!
Zhao Jinmai touched his arm and said, "Zhang Yixing, why are you laughing?"
"Happy!"
