Tao Guangming was hit hard, and it seemed more painful than Li Wenjun.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Fuck, that's impossible. Li Shuyu is so beautiful and smart, and can sing and dance. Li Wenjun, you must have tricked the examiner and lowered the score so that Li Shuyu wouldn't pass."
Li Wenjun: "Crazy. This can be manipulated?! Besides, which father would frame his daughter like this. I'm not a pervert."
Tao Guangming sneered: "Haha."
Kong Yuzhen: "How about I call Haicheng Theater Academy?" Tao Guangming: "Actually, I have asked someone to ask the two schools in Beijing. Li Shuyu's scores are about the same. It's okay to find a way. "
Li Wenjun: "No, let her rely on herself."
Others: You still don’t want her to go too far! !
Li Wenjun comforted Li Shuyu: "As long as the cultural scores are passed, studying at Wenjun University is the same. Anyway, undergraduate students at Wenjun University will be able to enroll students in September this year."
Li Shuyu said painfully: "But I want to go out. I don't want to stay in this ravine. Everyone here knows me, and I'm bored to death."
Li Wenjun: "You should try your best to pass the college entrance examination first. Maybe those universities will change their minds. As long as your scores are high, there are many schools to choose from."
Li Shuyu thought for a while and said, "That's right."
She regained her fighting spirit and actively prepared for the college entrance examination.
Each grade seized the opportunity of Li Jinyan and his team winning the championship and asked the children to write an essay about their ideals and struggles over the weekend.
Of course, the specific questions and requirements are different for each grade.
Tao Guangming heard about it, and when having dinner that day, he specifically asked Tao Ran how he planned to write.
Tao Ran said: "My ideal is to be a foodie. Eat delicious food from all over the country."
Ji Rushi's face turned red with anger.
Tao Guangming held Ji Rushi down and said carefully to Tao Ran, "Can we have a better ideal?"
Now he feels that Tao Qiu's "ballet dancer" and Tang Peizhi's "hotel trial stay specialist" ideals are not shocking.
Tao Ran looked confused: "Is there any difference between good and bad ideals? The topic our teacher gave us was 'Be a good boy with ideals', not 'Be a boy with good ideals'."
Tao Guangming: "You can either write about becoming an entrepreneur. Being an entrepreneur can also be a foodie, such as opening a food factory."
Tao Ran pouted and said nothing.
After dinner, she pulled her hair for a long time but couldn't think of anything, so she came to Li Jinyan with the composition book.
Li Jinyan's compositions are often used as model essays, and he even won first prize in a city composition competition.
It would be right to ask him for advice.
Li Jinyan sighed softly: "It's May. Even if it's an ideal that doesn't seem so noble, you can still write it to a higher level. No matter how bad the previous writing is, as long as it doesn't go off topic and the final sublimation and title are written well, The teacher can’t help but give you two more points.”
Tao Ran's eyes lit up: "What about?"
Li Jinyan: "For example, if Li Shenxing said that he wanted to play basketball, would it be better to write 'win glory for the motherland' than 'play so hard that everyone calls me grandpa'?"
Tao Ran thought for a while and nodded: "Yes."
Li Jinyan: "For example, if your brother wants to dance ballet, doesn't it sound much more ambitious if he says 'combine Western art and promote Chinese culture' than 'be a little prince on the stage'?"
"Yes, yes." Tao Ran nodded repeatedly, "Then how should I sublimate my foodie ideals? I can't say that I eat more delicious food in order to revitalize China."
Li Jinyan pursed his lips and thought for a while, then said, "Look at this. Think about it."
He stood up and took a book from the bookshelf and handed it to Tao Ran.
It is the fourth volume of the latest translation of Mr. Lin Yutang's "The Biography of Su Dongpo" and "The Collected Poems of Su Shi".
Tao Ran looked confused: "Su Dongpo? What does this have to do with my ideals? I don't want to be a poet."
Li Jinyan: "Yes. This volume mainly talks about his life after being exiled. If you look at his poems, you should also look specifically at those he wrote in his later years."
Tao Ran took the book and left with a blank look on his face. When he got home, he closed the door and started reading.
Normally she would watch TV with Tao Guangming and the others, but today she stayed in the room alone.
Tao Guangming was a little worried and said to Ji Rushi, "Maybe we spoke too harshly and hurt Tao Ran's heart."
Ji Rushi tilted her head and thought for a moment: "No, you didn't say anything harsh. Besides, our little chubby girl doesn't have such a delicate mind. It was probably Li Jinyan who gave her something delicious. …”
Tao Guangming sat down again, then stood up: "No, I still have to take a look. At her age, she is very sensitive. Maybe she cares about things that we don't care about."
He tiptoed to Tao Ran's door and listened.
The sound of Tao Ran breathing and coughing came from inside.
I was just crying, crying so much that I couldn't breathe.
Tao Guangming's heart ached with pain: I was wrong, I was wrong. Li Wenjun told me not to be so anxious, but I always forget.
Now force the child to be like this.
He pushed the door open and went in. He saw Tao Ran lying on the table. He felt more and more guilty. He went over and touched her hair: "Good boy, stop crying. If I really can't write it, I won't write it."
Tao Ran raised his head: "Ang?"
The corners of his eyes were wet, as if there were tears.
Tao Guangming held her in his arms: "I won't write anymore. We won't write anymore. There's no need to cry like this."
Tao Ran broke free: "Dad, dad, what are you talking about? I'm not crying."
Tao Guangming: "Okay, okay, I didn't cry. It's not a shameful thing to cry. Dad is already in his forties, and sometimes he still cries."
Tao Ran: "No. I really didn't cry, I just smiled like this."
Tao Guangming: "Ang?"
Tao Ran patted the table and laughed and said: "Look. This Su Dongpo is so funny. When he was demoted to Huangzhou, he invented Dongpo meat. The doctor said he had pink eye and couldn't eat meat. He said his eyes were sick, so he had to close his mouth. Bullshit. Then when I arrived in Huizhou, I was told that the sheep and scorpions were so delicious. I could eat them for a day by picking out the meat from the bones and sucking out the marrow. But the dog at home was very unhappy."
She said while laughing so hard that she slapped the table.
Tao Guangming looked confused: "Ang? Are you sure this is the Su Shi who wrote "Shui Tiao Ge Tou"?"
He leaned over and took a look, and found that they were indeed Su Shi's "Ode to Pork" and "Four Poems with Sons and Brothers (Part 4)".
Tao Ran laughed so much that he wiped his tears and said, "Yes, that's him. Look at this article "Eating Oysters". Two days before the winter solstice in Ji Mao, Haiman offered oysters. Cut them open and get several liters. The meat and pulp were put into the water and mixed with wine. Cook them together, and the food is so delicious that it has never been seen before... Be careful not to talk about it every time, for fear that the gentlemen in the north will hear about it and want to do what Dongpo did, and beg to be banished to Hainan to share this beauty with me! Hahaha. Eat. I just ate it and told my son not to tell those fools in the north, otherwise they would come to Hainan to grab oysters from me!! Hahaha."
