"'This is also Everything'."
"I can't walk anymore. I'm too full." Zhang Ye did not listen.
"Go home and use your own!" Rao Aimin said bluntly.
"Support Teacher Zhang entering the Writers' Association, or the heavens will not tolerate it!"
"Stop bragging." Rao Aimin laughed, "Chang 'e 4 just flew into the sky, and now you are blowing it down!"
"You only know how to eat. Kid, did you not eat in your previous life?" Rao Aimin had a sharp tongue but a soft heart, "Just you wait. I'll go stir-fry another two dishes!"
Chenchen swallowed the celery in her mouth, "… Hur Hur."
Zhang Ye nearly tripped, "This unlucky child. I doted on you for nothing."
"Holy sh * t, I remember there was a poem called 'Everything'?"
"Oh, I say. It's done. Let's eat!" Rao Aimin sat down and passed a bowl and chopsticks to Chenchen.
Zhang Ye was not angry. He was already used to her venomous tongue, "I've done so much for Chenchen. Didn't you say that you would take care of my meals for these few days?"
He switched on the computer and went online. Zhang Ye wanted to read the current news and entertainment news, but out of habit, he logged into Weibo and realized that his poem had been posted there!
Zhang Ye looked back to see that there was no one and closed the door. He could not help but pick up a few of Rao Aimin's undergarments. After studying them carefully, he threw them back to her. This Big Sis Rao was really too careless. Forget it. Let's look at my computer. Actually, just like Rao Aimin's venomous tongue, Zhang Ye had gradually gotten used to Comrade Rao's carefree manner. She had always been like this. She did not guard against Zhang Ye at all. But it was such a sloppy Big Sis who could cook surprisingly well and take care of people.
Chenchen hurriedly shouted towards the kitchen, "Aunt! Zhang Ye is here to scrounge for food again! "
Black pantyhose with some decorative patterns.
"Summoning the Beijing Writers' Association!"
"Teacher Zhang's new poem?"
"Chenchen, are you busy?" Zhang Ye chuckled as he entered the house.
"Post a poem. I happened to hear a friend from a television station talking about it. The original author should be Zhang Ye."
Rao Aimin exclaimed, "You really can create miracles in life. You can even do that?"
Zhang Ye laughed, "You finally noticed. I'm wearing height shoes."
Professional face-slappers?
Zhang Ye curled his lips, "Keep trampling on me. When I become famous, you will know how many eyes Lord Ma has!" After eating, Zhang Ye was so full that he couldn't be bothered to go home, "Let me borrow your computer."
The setting sun dyed the sky red.
"Landlady Auntie, let me tell you something." Zhang Ye reported, "I've just been accepted by Beijing Television Station. After the National Day holiday, I'll be a host or guest."
Zhang Ye rolled his eyes and said, "I relied on my strength! Absolute strength! "
"Wow, everyone come and take a look. The face smacking specialist, Teacher Zhang Ye, has released another new work!"
"Teacher Zhang is mighty! I have to enter the Writers' Association! "
"But 'This is also Everything' is really more suitable than 'Everything' as a language teaching material. Hai, I really feel sorry for Zhang Ye. Such a good poet can't even enter the Writers' Association? No official recognition of his status in literature? "
But Zhang Ye was more concerned about their nicknames and descriptions of him!
A floral dress.
Hollow, flesh-colored underwear.
In the evening.
"You don't say, this is really a slap in the face. Every sentence really pierces' Everything '! Teacher Wang Shuixin is probably going to cry! To have met such a face smacking specialist! "
"That's right. There's no justice in this. Can the Beijing Writers' Association give an answer? Why didn't they invite Teacher Zhang to join them? Just because scholars despise each other? "
Zhang Ye held his stomach with great difficulty as he moved upstairs to the landlady's bedroom. The moment he opened the door, he was caught off guard. A dazzling array of undergarments, long johns and socks squeezed into his eyes. The bed was filled with Big Sis Rao's clothes. There were about 20 to 30 pieces spread out there. Without asking, he knew that Rao Aimin must have been tidying up her wardrobe in the afternoon. After packing up her summer clothes, she took out her autumn and winter clothes to dry and wash. But before she was done, she went to cook, leaving behind a pile of clothes on the bed and the balcony. It made Zhang Ye's heart palpitate!
Chenchen let out her signature smile, "Hur Hur." Then she lowered her head and continued doing her homework.
She had just taken off her white underwear that might not have been washed.
Finally, he concluded, "I was very excited listening to it, so I posted it to share with everyone!"
Zhang Ye looked at the comments and messages below. It had already exceeded the 1,000 mark. There were countless messages!
"Not all trees are snapped by the storm."
"Haha, this poem is so cool!"
"Not all seeds can't find the soil to take root."
Rao Aimin threw a pair of chopsticks to Zhang Ye, "You look rather happy today? Did you pick up a wallet? Eh, wait a minute. Come over and let me take a look. Why have you grown so much taller? "
Actually, Zhang Ye was not wearing height enhancing shoes. He was only wearing his normal shoes. The reason why he said that was because he was afraid that he would not be able to justify himself. After all, he had grown so tall in the blink of an eye. No one would believe it if he said it. Hence, he wanted to use the excuse of height enhancing shoes to let everyone get used to it. Once everyone got used to it, there would not be any problems. Well, in fact, growing 5 cm in a night was not something new. At least in Zhang Ye's previous world, such miracles were common. Things like waking up and growing 6 cm in a night, or his family hearing his bones creaking when he slept. Zhang Ye was skeptical about such things and did not find them believable, but it was a fact that people grew taller overnight. There had been more than ten such examples in the world, and the reason was still unknown. Hence, Zhang Ye did not feel any pressure. Even if people doubted him on this point, he could use these excuses to brush them off.
Your sister's face smacking expert!
"It's indeed the work of the Face Smacking Master, Zhang Ye!"
Zhang Ye returned to his rented apartment. After taking the elevator up, he did not return to his own home. Instead, he went into the landlady's house, where the fragrance of cooking was coming from. The door was not closed, and there was the sound of oil spluttering in the kitchen. Looking over, the little rascal, Rao Chenchen, was doing her homework in the living room.
Rao Aimin smacked her lips, "She's upstairs. Use it yourself." She went to wash the dishes.
Rao Aimin, who was inside, probably heard it. When the kitchen door opened, she glared at Zhang Ye, "You sure came at the right time. Are you born in the year of the dog? Did you come because of the smell? "
"@ BeijingWriter's Association."
Everyone began to express their support. Zhang Ye's works came one after another, each more brilliant than the last. For the Beijing Writer's Association to not respond, it was too disappointing!
"Right, it's' Everything '. It was written by Wang Shuixin. It was even in the textbooks. This poem is clearly written in response to' Everything '. It's a complete denial!"
"Thank you, Landlady Auntie!"
Sometimes, it was a combination of such contradictions.
People were just that strange.
"Who asked Teacher Zhang to step on the people from the Writer's Association!"
"Watch Chenchen do her homework!"
The little rascal's homework was done, and the dishes were served.
Why is my nickname so terrible!?
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