Zhao Rui couldn't bear to see the crying Wang Yuyan, so he said to Chu Chen: "Do you mind if I revise your article?"
Chu Chen was stunned and asked: "Change? How do you want to change it?"
Zhao Rui helped Chu Chen up and sat on the chair. Holding the brush tightly in his hand, he began to write under the line written by Chu Chen.
Zhao Rui recited it while correcting it: "He and his sword are exactly the same, they are both bone-chilling cold. Thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting, the snow has fallen harder and harder, and the sky is about to turn dark."
"Outside the willow forest, Zhang Da and Wang Er were running quickly from the east. The swords in their hands were shining with cold light. It was so cold that it hurt their hearts. The people around them felt bitingly cold when they saw it!
"
Since Chu Chen only wrote these two lines, Zhao Rui only changed this much.
When Zhao Rui raised his head, he saw Murong Chunyu and Wang Yuyan approaching.
The two girls stood in front of the desk, looking attentively at what Zhao Rui had revised below what Chu Chen had written.
Murong Chunyu asked anxiously: "Can't you see it, sir? It turns out that you are talented in writing?"
Zhao Rui just shook his head and smiled.
Turning around, they saw Wang Yuyan and Chu Chen, both of whom were dumbfounded. Chu Chen, in particular, must have suffered a severe mental shock. For a moment, he stood on the same spot and was shaking back and forth.
He really could not have imagined that there were such capable people in this world.
Just making such a random change and immediately turning the rubbish that I had written over and over into something magical turned into something magical. What a waste!
If this continues, let alone writing novels, even copying books for others will seem too incomprehensible to reality!
The expression on Wang Yuyan's face was quite shocked. She looked at Zhao Rui and said seriously: "You really have two brushes. If what my good-for-nothing husband writes is for three-year-old children, then what you wrote will be an instant hit."
Three wonderful books!"
Zhao Rui stood up slowly, shook his head and said with a smile: "I do this kind of thing unintentionally, but if I want to, I will definitely make some achievements."
Murong Chunyu couldn't help but look at Zhao Rui with admiration.
Chu Chen didn't know what to do at the moment. He really couldn't get off the stage anymore, so he had to stand aside with his head downcast and said nothing.
It was already getting dark at this time, and there was never-ending snowfall all over the sky. I believe that after one night, everything within a thirty-mile radius of Yuqing City would turn into a snow country.
During dinner that night, Wang Yuyan took out the little meat and fish at home and cooked them carefully to reward Zhao Rui and Murong Chunyu.
Chu Chen, who had been writing for a whole day and still hadn't managed to get out 200 words, was sitting at the dinner table with his head lowered and feeling unhappy.
Wang Yuyan quickly served rice to Zhao Rui and Murong Chunyu, shook her head and sighed, and said: "I really made you two laugh. This Chu Chen was not like this at all last year, and maybe it is true that after this year
, the pressure was too much, and the setbacks were too many.”
After Wang Yuyan sat down, she looked at Chu Chen with great dissatisfaction.
Chu Chen always lowered his head and remained silent.
Zhao Rui was about to speak when he saw Wang Yuyan's face completely darkened. She sat upright and said, "Chu Chen, now in front of the two guests, I have to explain my words to you clearly."
"If you don't listen, you will never see me again early tomorrow morning, and you will never see me again in your life!"