Guan Chunyan wanted to hit him.

Li Jianshe didn't know, so, "what are you looking at me for? Am I wrong?"

To you!

Afraid that Guan Chunyan and Li Jianshe would quarrel, Li Miaomiao said, "in fact, it's good to pay aunt Shu to make clothes. Aunt Shu is good to our family. We can't always take advantage of others."

"That's right." that's right.

Li Jianshe didn't tell Guan Chunyan about it. She called Li Miaomiao over and showed her the script she had written this afternoon.

Li Jianshe's characters are very ornamental, but Li Miaomiao really can't appreciate them, especially the dense pile of traditional characters. Li Miaomiao's eyes hurt when he looked at them.

"Dad, is this the word you wrote? Why is it different from what we learned?"

Li Jianshe suddenly froze and became hasty.

Li Miaomiao's eyes flickered, waiting for Li Jianshe to answer.

Li Xiaopeng also stretched out his head and looked, "really, Dad, why is it different?"

Guan Chunyan gloated and wanted to know how Li Jianshe would make it up next.

Li Jianshe smiled awkwardly, "I don't know what's going on. Anyway, it's like this."

Make it up, you can make it up.

Li Miaomiao had long guessed the origin of her father, so he followed his words, "Dad, is it the same as the grandpa in my dream? Obviously I don't know that Grandpa, but that grandpa is very kind to me and teaches me knowledge..."

"It's almost the same, but it's different. Anyway, I can't understand." I can't tell my daughter that he actually crossed over to others with his memory. If I say it, I won't scare his daughter to death?

"I see, Dad, you may be gifted."

Li Jianshe's guilty chin, "maybe."

"Although talent is a good thing, Dad, let's just know it ourselves. If others know it, they will treat you like a monster."

She is small and smart. It can be said that she was taught by others.

Li Jianshe, such a young man, has not read for several years and has not gained insight. Suddenly, he writes traditional Chinese characters, which is too suspicious.

"Girl, you're right. I won't tell anyone. If you don't understand these words, I'll read them to you. See how I write."

Li Jianshe wants to write the story of how a teenager broke through many difficulties from the plight of his family and finally became an extreme minister.

The prototype of this story was Prime Minister Zuo of their time. At that time, Li Jianshe also read Prime Minister Zuo's autobiography, which was very inspirational.

Li Jianshe only wrote the beginning, but not to mention the good writing. The characters are clear. Li Miaomiao didn't speak after listening to Li Jianshe. She doesn't know what kind of story she needs to contribute now. She just said to let Li Jianshe write some first and send it to the newspaper to try.

"If you are selected, let's continue to write. If you are not selected, let's change the story."

"Can't you send it after writing?" Li Jianshe remembered that they had to write all the books there before they took them to the bookstore for sale.

Would people like to give some?

"Dad, what if we send all the manuscripts and people publish them and don't tell you? It's not in vain. So you'd better listen to me and write some first. Later, I'll ask President Liang for the address of the newspaper and send this part."