Hong Kong Entertainment: The top class starts with great writers

When Xiong Yaoying was writing, Yu Xilou had been watching from the side. Seeing that he had finished writing, he couldn't help but look sideways: Brother Yaoying really cares about this Miss Yixiao. I only hope that Miss Yixiao will not disappoint Brother Yaoying. painstakingly!
In the past, when Xiong Yaoying finished writing letters or manuscripts, the long-legged and long-footed Lin Ziqi was responsible for delivering them. Today, Yu Xilou took the initiative to take over the job——

Hope Miss Yixiao reads this painstaking work by Brother Yaoying soon!
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Song Huanxi didn't know that the practical writing guidance from No Wine, No Joy was already on the way. Because of her poor family, she always cared about her food. In summary, she ate delicious food and ate a lot.

Faced with a bowl of rice with the same amount today, I found it extremely difficult to swallow. After only two mouthfuls, I couldn't eat it anymore.

The special dish cooked by the master chef in the cafeteria today is braised beef, which was originally her favorite, but it also suffered the same fate as the rice—after eating a slice, she put down her chopsticks lazily.

Song Huanxi knew that this was all because she felt that the story of Lin Daiyu and Jia Baoyu adapted today was not exciting enough.

After all, Song Huanxi ate up all her food—it was because her family precepts did not allow her to waste a little bit.

During the lunch break, Song Huanxi couldn't fall asleep for a long time, but he didn't want to turn over frequently and startle others, so he just reluctantly lay on his side, and finally his whole body became numb.

After sitting by the bed and relaxing for a long time, Song Huanxi followed Shen Mengru and Zhu Shengxiao and walked to the classroom together.

After writing the script in the morning, as soon as the class started in the afternoon, the students started the group discussion with ease.

Song Huanxi's group still exchanged manuscripts clockwise.

The first thing she saw was Wang Yu's masterpiece.

"Daiyu has been in poor health since she was a child. Her father sent her to Mount Emei, where she was brought up to practice and learn some martial arts to strengthen her body."

After only reading one sentence, Song Huanxi put it aside, and said yesterday that Wang Yu had made great progress, and it was not until the end of the article that he could see some knights.

Today I came straight to the point!
This is straight out of order!

The next one passed to Song Huanxi was Zhu Shengxiao's masterpiece. This introverted girl did not disappoint.

"Daiyu knew that her health was not good and she couldn't compete with others, so she relaxed her mind and read and wrote every day to see if the flowers were blooming. When she was in a bad mood, she picked a few petals off.

Hold a small but grand funeral for them, it seems that even those bad moods are buried together.

When I'm in a good mood, I also grab a few petals and make them into bookmarks. I write a few self-made poems on them, and it's great to give them away.

On this day, she took out the bookmark she had just made, and used pink, green, and purple peonies, and it was a cluster of flowers. When she was admiring it, Baoyu broke in, and fell in love with it when she saw the bookmark in her hand. , shaking her sleeves, asking her to give it to herself.

Daiyu saw that he didn't dare to make a big move when he shook his sleeves, one hand tightened the cuffs, and the other hand grabbed the sleeves and shook them vigorously, her heart softened immediately, she only kept her favorite green peony, and gave away the other two colors. gave him.

Who would have imagined that the next day, she would see Pink Peony's bookmark from Baochai!

Ah--

Daiyu looked at the blood spitting out from the handkerchief, and said bitterly, there are always people who don't want her well!
She just wants to live well, is it so difficult! "

It was a simple page, and even the lines were pitiful, but Song Huanxi felt inexplicably sad.

She rubbed her eyes and looked at the next article - Guan Zhizhou's masterpiece.

As simple as just a few words:
"Daiyu vomited blood and died on Baoyu Baochai's wedding day.

Wearing a scarlet wedding gown, Baoyu rode his horse and galloped to Daiyu's grave. A flash of lightning struck the grave, and Baoyu jumped in.

Baochai came a step late in the carriage and threw himself in.

The next day, three butterflies flew out from the grave, two red and one white. Looking carefully, the red one ran after the white one, and the other red one melancholy chased after the two butterflies! "

Song Huanxi: "..."

Good guy, is this the Butterfly Lovers version of A Dream of Red Mansions?
She shook her head, passed it to Qin Haoyang, and then looked at the next article, which was written by Shen Mengru.

"Daiyu has always been impatient with socializing, but tomorrow is Baoyu's birthday, and the surname Xue is afraid that she will present some handkerchief purse again.

She is not good at handwork, and she doesn't want to write some sour words. The last time she wrote a small poem, the frost fell and the cold wind pushed the window, and the night was long and the count was even worse——

The next day, my second aunt sent someone to deliver this Tang poem!

It's just something she memorized when she was three years old, why is it like this!
After thinking for a while, Daiyu took out a few cups of copper coins, and sent the little maid to the market to buy a doughnut.

The face is well-made, with skirts and hairpins, but the face is a little less refined, a bit like a sweeping woman pretending to be a rich lady.

Daiyu picked up the pen and used some rouge to refine a beautiful face.

On the next day, Baoyu's birthday, I sent it to him with my own hands, and Baoyu really liked it.

This time, Baochai gave her a pair of shoes that she personally bought.

Daiyu shook her head secretly, sure enough, nothing is worse than giving it away, it's better to give it away randomly.

Early the next morning, Mrs. Wang asked someone to deliver a message, saying that she painted faces meticulously, and asked if she could draw more as a gift.

Without further ado, Daiyu sent her servant girl away, took back the dough that Baoyu had given to Baoyu yesterday, and asked someone to send it to her second aunt.

Baoyu has such a mother, no matter how good she is, Daiyu will never marry.

Even though she thought so, Daiyu still spit out a mouthful of blood onto the handkerchief. "

Song Huanxi: "..."

What Shen Mengru and Zhu Shengxiao wrote, it's a bit of the same goal by different routes, and they both feel a little miserable.

Looking at it, I feel depressed and unhappy.

She let out a long breath slowly, and looked at the next manuscript, which was also the last one.

Qin Haoyang's new work.

"Daiyu sees Baoyu and Baochai getting married, and her heart aches unbearably, just as the eldest sister in the palace needs a sister to accompany her to compete for favor.

She took care of her aunt and sent her into the palace.

At this time, Mrs. Shi passed away, and Mrs. Wang was troubled by Baoyu's obsession with Daiyu.

Daiyu's appeal just hit her mind, and Mrs. Wang immediately agreed.

Thinking of Daiyu's poor health, she would be gone after a round of tossing around in the palace.

Unexpectedly, after Daiyu entered the palace, the appearance of a sickly beauty caught the emperor's attention, and she even got a special favor.

He also sent an imperial physician to treat her, and poured all the resources of the country into collecting medicinal materials.

Daiyu is getting better day by day. Although she is still not as good as a normal person, she has successfully given birth to a unicorn.

The emperor was overjoyed, and 18 years later, he was passed on to the son of Concubine Lin.

A few years later, the Supreme Emperor passed away, and Daiyu became the Empress Dowager.

Rule under the curtain, the uncrowned king. "

Song Huanxi: "..."

It's really Qin Haoyang's consistent style!
Okay!This time there is no emperor, just get a queen out!
After reading the students' homework, the male students were all perfunctory, and the female students were all sad. Song Huanxi suddenly felt that his writing seemed to be pretty good?