Chapter 99 Randomly Made Up

Wu Mei bit his pen and looked at the draft. There are more than 800 words, and he must have a real feeling. With more than five idioms, is this writing an essay or a report?

Isn't writing an article just for fun, free to play, it all stipulates that it is a dead formula and cannot be written in the same way?

Wu Mei sighed and began to write, trying to write as correct as possible, Wu Zhengsi didn't like scribbled handwriting.

Before dinner, Wu Mei had written the composition. It was a little difficult at the beginning, but it was much easier to write smoothly later. She wrote more than two pages, and if it wasn't for fear of Wu Zhengsi's doubts, she could write again. Several pages!

"Dad, I have finished my composition."

Wu Mei handed the text to Wu Tiansi, Wu Zhengsi turned the book without saying a word, his eyebrows didn't move, he couldn't see what he was thinking, Wu Mei looked at him nervously, for fear that Wu Zhengsi would frown, which meant that Wu Zhengsi was dissatisfied with her composition.

Wu Zhengsi didn't spend much time reading it, and his eyes flashed surprise. In the past two years, he was checking Wu Mei's homework for the first time, and he didn't know about her writing ability. The writing level is still OK, no, it should be said to be quite OK.

"You wrote this yourself?" Wu Zhengsi asked in a deep voice.

Wu Mei sank, nodded and said, "I wrote it myself."

"Bring your previous composition to me to see." Wu Zhengsi ordered.

Wu Mei didn't understand what medicine he was selling in the gourd, so he had to go back to the house to find out the text of his previous composition. Wu Zhengsi flipped through the text at random. The teacher only gave three stars, and most of the other compositions were three stars. There are no five stars at all.

He took a look at it, the teacher's review was in place, and there was no shortage of stars. Wu Mei's compositions were as bland as boiled water, and their vocabulary was also very poor. The whole article did not use a few idioms. For her outstanding performance, the teacher gave three stars because of the neatness of her writing.

But the travel note I wrote today is very different. The writing is sophisticated, and there are many beautiful words and sentences, especially some scenery descriptions. The grammar of anthropomorphism, parallelism, metaphor, exclamation, etc. is used. The writing is very sensational. Excellent work, but it's a big improvement, isn't it?

"You really wrote this yourself?" Wu Zhengsi's voice became a lot more stern.

Wu Mei's heart skipped a beat, it's bad, he was so excited to write, he forgot his previous level, no wonder Wu Zhengsi was suspicious.

"I wrote it myself, because today's writing is all real scenes, I wrote it very easily, and many sentences were written naturally. The previous ones were made up randomly, and it was not easy to write." Wu Mei explained.

Wu Zhengsi still believes in this explanation. Writing articles is about revealing true feelings. Wu Mei went to Phoenix Mountain to play today, and it is indeed true feelings, but—

"Is this what you made up too?"

Wu Zhengsi casually turned to an essay on the text of the old work. The title was "My Dad", and it only had three stars. The whole article praised Wu Zhengsi, but he didn't blow him to the sky. Wu Zhengsi couldn't bear to watch it himself, but he was still very stubborn, but the youngest daughter actually said that it was made up?

Wu Mei followed Wu Zhengsi's finger to the title of the composition, his heart thumped again, and he said quickly, "That...that is not made up, that is..."

She couldn't go on anymore, she couldn't go any further, she had to shut her mouth and bow her head and pretend to be dead. Fortunately, Wu Zhengsi was in a good mood, so he didn't force her, and let her go down with a wave of his hand.

"Bring all the future compositions here for me to see."

Wu Mei, who was relieved, clenched his strings again, his scalp was numb, he answered honestly, and secretly complained.