Literary Girls Nurturing Program

When Yuan Jia lay down next to Wang Jia again, she didn't quite understand how she became acquainted with Wang Jia.

Although she had paid attention to Wang Jia, if Wang Jia hadn't taken this step first, perhaps they would not have become friends.Even if they have so many similarities, there is no chance.

Taking a closer look at Wang Jia's eyebrows, Yuan Jia made a comparison with the self in his impression, and indeed found that they were very similar.Others may not find out if they don't stand together, but when they stand together, they will be regarded as biological sisters.

This is also one of the reasons why Aunt Liu Yun is also very good to her, right?

Yuan Jia remembered that when Liu Yun gave some advice on their composition just now, she also said that if she hadn't confirmed that she only had one daughter, she would still feel that she had another child living outside.

The evening celebration can only be regarded as a small episode, and Yuan Jia didn't come here to eat, the main point was to understand the requirements of the semi-finals.

Yuan Jia herself understood the new composition topic and requirements, but she didn't know where to start.But Wang Jia seems to have a plan in mind.

Yuan Jia had a headache thinking about it. After all, this composition is a half-proposition. It looks easy to write, but it is actually not so easy to write.

"A bouquet dedicated to xx" can be understood as a bouquet dedicated to anyone, or other things, just a piece of eraser.After all, no matter who you give flowers to, how you give them has its own reasons.

What you want to write in the new concept composition is definitely not a clever article, and the highlight is the word "new".And where should the new composition be?When the topic has been drawn up for you and the genre is limited, only the content is left to be your own.

The content of the website can be strange, and naturally it can also be innovative to a certain extent.If writing is only conceived from the topic, and I have almost locked myself in the cage, then I really can't see anything.

It seems that there are many things that can be written, but what is unique when written?

Yuan Jia had already silently crossed out a series of similar topics in his mind, including "a bouquet for mother", and also crossed out choices such as "dog" and "eraser".

There are many thoughts in his mind, like a school of chaotic fish swimming by, crowding his own sea of ​​consciousness to roll into monstrous waves.There are so many fish of inspiration, but none of them can be caught by myself.

I couldn't help staring at Wang Jia beside me again: what was going on in Wang Jia's mind?How did she figure out what she wanted to write so quickly?

Of course Wang Jia couldn't give her an answer when she fell asleep, but after thinking about it, Yuan Jia finally fell asleep in a daze.

What is there in the country?

Dirt roads that can never be repaired, distant mountains and near forests with no end in sight, countless ponds, endless gossip from people nearby... and the most ordinary food and simple people.

Yuan Jia wore her favorite pleated skirt and walked barefoot in the mud, feeling the slightly itchy touch of the wet mud passing through the gaps between her toes, and the slight coolness of the light rain falling on her exposed skin touch.

In fact, I haven’t been back here for a long time. I always see cars coming and going on the road. Although the sky is still so blue, there are so many people. No one will go barefoot on the road, and no one will stop when it rains Take an umbrella and walk like this.

Yuan Jia was a little strange when he came back here for the first time.But this is my favorite weather, and this is also my favorite place, so Yuan Jia let go soon.Concentrate on walking along the edge of the field, enjoying the breeze and drizzle.

The countryside is very quiet, and people's voices can be heard, but there are few shadows of people on the road; feeling the coldness of the rain does not make people feel like a drowned rat.

Yuan Jia has always liked this kind of weather. He can hear the slight "tick-tick" sound of the rain falling among the leaves and on the gray tiles, like a gentle song.

It's been a long time since I left this place...and why did she suddenly come back?

Yuan Jia blinked her eyelashes, and the drops of rain that fell on her eyebrows trembled twice. Looking at the mountains, rivers and farmland like a fairyland among the clouds and smoke, she gradually forgot her doubts.

In the distance, a person in gray clothes came through the heavy rain curtain, and his rain boots stepped on the small puddle, splashing more water.The capable woman tied her wild hair behind her ears and carried a load of vegetables on her shoulders.As if she didn't see Yuan Jia, she walked straight past Yuan Jia.

There is no other smell in the rain, only a touch of coldness, but there is a little more clean breath in the air at this time.

Yuan Jia turned his head and watched the woman carry the vegetables into the alley. There was an alley between two crowded tile-roofed houses.The road is uneven and narrow.The woman walked sideways with the vegetables in this way.

With a heartbeat, Yuan Jia followed the woman and walked into the alley together.

In the cramped space, Yuan Jia just followed the woman blindly, listening to the woman's heavy breathing, and wanted to help, but knew that as long as she didn't touch the basket casually here, it would be the best help for her.

When I saw the light again, my eyes suddenly became empty.The low concrete tile-roofed house was built on the flat ground behind the hillside. There was a small pond not far from the door, and a few ducks were swimming in the pond, making the sound of "quack".

The woman moved more briskly, walked into the courtyard of the house, and put down the burden on her body.Two little girls jumped out from the door, calling mother crisply.

The woman hugged them lovingly into her arms, rubbed their little heads, and stroked their soft hair.Not knowing what to say, the two little radish heads turned and left.

But when one of the children turned to leave, he turned his head and gave Yuan Jia a cool look.

The eyes of the two met, their unwavering indifference met their confusion.It was clearly in a dream, but Yuan Jia didn't know why, she suddenly panicked, waved her hands unconsciously, and tightly closed her eyes, not daring to look again...

"……Yuan……"

"Yuan... Jia..."

"Hmph... Yuan Jia..."

Wang Jia was hit in the lower abdomen by Yuan Jia's waving hands indiscriminately. After grunting, he carefully held Yuan Jia's hand with one hand, and rubbed Yuan Jia's shoulder with the other, trying to wake him up from the nightmare.

Thanks to her current love for sports and a normal schedule, Wang Jia woke up early.So while Yuan Jia was still in bed, Wang Jia had already gotten up and washed up.When he came back from a half-hour jog, he saw Yuan Jia was still sleeping and seemed to be very scared, so Wang Jia had to pay more attention.

It seems that he must have had some bad dream, otherwise Yuan Jia's sleeping appearance would not be like this.Before falling asleep, she didn't know what complicated things she thought about, so that she could dream of such a situation that made her restless.

Yuan Jia struggled to wake up, but she couldn't.He vaguely heard someone calling his name, the voice became louder and louder, Yuan Jia ran towards the direction of the voice.I don't know if it's her illusion, the blackness of the place where the voice came from is lighter than the darkness around her.

As long as he ran to that person's side like this, he would no longer have to experience such fear and loneliness, Yuan Jia had this thought in his heart.And once such an idea came up, Yuan Jia tried harder to escape from this world.

"...Good morning." Yuan Jia opened his eyes and looked at the magnified face of Wang Jia in front of his eyes, and said hello softly in a nasal voice.

Wang Jia let go of his hand, stood up and said with a smile: "You are awake, go and wash up, and you can leave after breakfast."

"Well, I see." Yuan Jia shaved his hair with his fingers, straightened it out a little, got out of bed and ran to the bathroom.

It's still early.

After confirming that no one would submit any more three-line poems, Wang Jia tidied up his pile of letterheads a little bit, and then went to Qi Zhu together with the list of performances he recorded for the party.

After yesterday's update, her Western Fantasy Essay has almost [-] words. She originally wanted to see if there were any comments in the book review area, but she was too busy finishing her composition, so she didn't even take a look at the book review area, let alone Knowing that her brave book review section on Yuanyuan.com has exploded.

Moreover, she already had a signing text message sent by the editor of the website in her background, but unfortunately Wang Jia didn't pay attention to what her message prompted.Although she also thought about signing a short-term contract, she is now focusing on the composition competition and class activities.

After learning such force-exerting skills with Chen Shangfei the night before yesterday, Chen Shangfei also touched them to play football with them in physical education class yesterday.The most important thing is that for some reason, Chen Shangfei is teaching her some very practical moves.

Probably because the cool martial arts are really popular. Before Chen Shangfei and them had a short ten-minute teaching time, they were surrounded by spectators.

It's not easy to break out of the encirclement, and I don't have the mood to continue playing, so I can only end martial arts in a hurry and concentrate on playing football.At this time, there are a lot fewer people staying to watch football.

Wang Jia actually didn't quite understand that Chinese football in this time and space is not weak at all, why football games are still so unpopular, but basketball is still popular.

This might be fate... Wang Jia could only think so.Yesterday, after school, Wang Jia and Yuan Jia went to the football park to write a composition, and then Wang Jia took Yuan Jia to accept his mother's instructions, and then sent Yuan Jia home.

After all, it's good for Yuan Jia to stay out occasionally, but if she often stays out, even if Yuan Ningming doesn't say anything, she will definitely feel very lonely in her heart.

Wang Jia naturally thought that it would be good for Yuan Jia to spend more time with Yuan Ningming, especially since Yuan Ningming seemed to have found some kind of partner to grow greenhouse vegetables together recently.

Wang Jia is not sure whether Yuan Ningming's decision was changed because of the book he recommended and the relatives he needs a partner. This time, Yuan Ningming obviously made a different choice.

It seems that the road is unknown, but Yuan Ningming is no longer a person who stays on the sidelines for a while, and now she is also inspired to take risks.In order for Yuan Jia to have a better living condition, Yuan Ningming is willing to give everything.Yuan Ningming is not afraid of just a little risk.

But now it seems that Yuan Ningming's affairs are still in a relatively smooth period, so Wang Jia didn't ask too much.Wang Jia himself doesn't know much about doing business.

While thinking about these things in his mind, he was coping with what Qi Zhu said in his ear.

Qian Luochen didn't come to class today.

In what Qi Zhu said, Wang Jia remembered this.This is also the time when Wang Jia went to Qi Zhu to hand in those three-line poems and the program registration form. Qi Zhu regretted that he could not see Qian Luochen's three-line poems.

Wang Jia thought about it carefully, he really didn't see Qian Luochen today.This little bastard had never been late before, and now that something like this happened, Qi Zhu would say "it's a pity" so softly, and it certainly couldn't be Qian Luochen who played truant from school and didn't come.

So Wang Jia casually asked "why".Qi Zhu also told her that Qian Luochen had asked for leave, and praised Wang Jia's spirit of caring for his classmates as the monitor.And in the end, I didn't forget to ask Wang Jia before returning to the classroom, "Since the sports and art committee is not here, only the monitor will take care of it."

Wang Jia was really annoyed by Qi Zhu, and he was appointed by Qi Zhu to choose two suitable programs for the class meeting next Monday.So she can only tell the people in charge of these programs one by one, and offend people when she talks about it with great fanfare.

When he entered the classroom, Yuan Jia, who was leading the reading, was standing on the podium, reading a book.And the people below are working hard to endorse, after all, they will be dictating and dictating in a while, so hurry up and read it once, it will make them feel more relaxed.

Walking to Yuan Jia's side, Wang Jia asked, "How's the composition going?"

"It's almost there." Yuan Jia stared at Wang Jia's light brown eyes for a while.Probably the eyes with a lighter color look really clear. Yuan Jia felt that Wang Jia's eyes looked clean and warm, and she liked it very much.

Wang Jia didn't respond to Yuan Jia's small gesture, and said, "Come to my house that Saturday, let's sort out the documents and hand them in as soon as possible."

"Yeah." Yuan Jia nodded.

Wang Jia asked, "What did you write?" She was suddenly a little curious about what the little white rabbit wrote.

"...Secret." Yuan Jia was about to blurt out the answer at first, but when he saw Wang Jia's eyes, he felt suffocated and held back.

Wang Jia stared at Yuan Jia's face for a long time, his paralyzed face looked a little scary.Just when Yuan Jia thought she was angry, Wang Jia suddenly laughed again.Moody is so unpredictable that Yuan Jia can't figure out the rules at all.

"I'll go down and read for a while, come on." Seeing that Yuan Jia didn't want to say what he wrote, Wang Jia stopped pressing.As long as Yuan Jia thinks it fits the theme, why not write about it?