"Dad, me, am I writing OK?"

Nie Mingcheng looked at Annie's face, but could not see any joy or anger. He couldn't help but ask carefully.

"It can barely be seen."

Anne was satisfied, but she deliberately picked her up, "This place, here, and here, all need to be changed."

Nie Mingcheng held Annie's arm and stretched his neck to see where Annie pointed out.

"Change? Do you need to change it? I, I have changed it several times." Nie Mingcheng felt a little aggrieved, always feeling that his father was nitpicking.

He read the article about a thousand words, and he repeatedly chewed every word and every sentence.

Anyway, as far as he is concerned, he really can't find any places to modify.

"I can't write it myself, I'll point it out to you. Are you not convinced?" Annie glared at Nie Mingcheng.

Nie Mingcheng was so scared that he shivered. He said that his father looked so silly that he was scolding people. It was really scary.

Although he is the only male in the family, his father never vaguely when he beats him.

When he was a child, he was beaten up by his father a lot because of his naughtyness, and even his feather duster could be removed.

The broom bumps at home are often replaced with new ones.

He was beaten a lot, and coupled with his father's unique aura of superiors, Nie Mingcheng was afraid of this biological father from the bottom of his heart!

That is, my dad has been in prison for several years and his temperament has become less domineering and ruthless. Nie Mingcheng has grown up. He is not the child who is powerless to resist, so he dares to stand up straight in front of his dad.

Instead of seeing your own father hiding everywhere like a mouse and seeing a cat, just like a cat.

However, when his father was about to lose his temper, Nie Mingcheng was still instinctively afraid.

"Look at your unreliable look? Am I a tiger? Can you eat you?"

Annie looked like she was so angry that she couldn't help but sigh, "Forget it, it's useless to say you. Let's talk about your article first."

Annie pointed at the manuscript paper with her fingers, and Nie Mingcheng quietly raised his head.

"The whole article is full of praises to the soldiers, but it is too pleasing and too empty, and there is not even a real case."

Annie looked at Nie Mingcheng's eyes and said seriously, "Aoge, it's not like piled up with various beautiful adjectives. For example, is it more vivid and contagious than empty words?"

Speaking of the article itself, Nie Mingcheng put down his fear and began to turn his attention back, "Give an example?"

"Yes, have you read "Who is the Cutest People"?"

"Read." How could such a classic article, as an intellectual young man who loves literature, never read it?

"Recalling how someone wrote the article, is it because the whole article is shouting slogans, saying that the Volunteer Army is glorious and the Volunteer Army is great?"

Nie Mingcheng really read the article again in his mind, and then slowly shook his head.

"Glory, greatness, etc. are not shouted out in vain, but proved with practical examples."

When Annie saw that Nie Mingcheng finally understood, she continued to teach, "Of course, the overall structure of your article is still good, and the wording is also used appropriately, just to be more realistic and fuller, that would be even better."

"Dad, I understand."

This time, Nie Mingcheng was a little convinced and knew the direction of his modification.

He even forgot to be hungry, took back the manuscript paper, returned to the desk, and started writing at his desk.

Looking at Nie Mingcheng's serious back, Annie nodded: Not bad, there is still help!

Annie went to the kitchen and was busy.

The meal was ready, so I set aside dinner for Nie Jinxiu and Nie Mingcheng, and then returned to the hospital with the insulation bucket.

The next day, Nie Mingcheng, who had been in a while for a long time, didn't know how many times he rewritten it, and finally came up with an article that moved him the most.

"Well, it finally turned out to be that way this time."

Annie finally nodded slightly in Nie Mingcheng's expectant gaze, "Next, we are ready to submit the article."

"Dad, you're really submitting articles to the newspaper?"

Until this time, Nie Mingcheng was a little timid. He looked at his father with little confidence and wanted to stop him, but there was a hint of desire deep in his heart.

"Of course you have to invest, otherwise I would have given you so much care to give you some advice? You're so full that you're so full that you're fine?"

Annie cursed unhappily, then took out her small notebook, tore off several pages that recorded the submission methods of major newspapers, and sent them to Nie Mingcheng, "Cross a few more copies of the articles, and then submit them to each newspaper according to these addresses!"

"Ah? Every newspaper submits one?" Nie Mingcheng looked blankly at the submission address and contact information in his hand.

"Why are you stupid? Why don't you hurry up and do it?"

Annie was most disgusted with Nie Mingcheng's stupid appearance and cursed, "You can only catch a big fish by casting a wide net. Don't you understand this principle?"

"Oh, OK, I get it."

Nie Mingcheng was afraid that he would make his father angry again, so he agreed first, regardless of whether he understood or not.

I returned to the room obediently, copied the article carefully for several points, then folded each piece, stuffed it into an envelope, pasted it with stamps, and started copying according to the address given by my father.

I worked hard for more than a long time before I finished all these things.

Nie Mingcheng came to Annie with a thick stack of envelopes, "Dad, I've done it all." What should I do next?

Annie wanted to sigh very much. She was already a young man in her twenties and was about to get married, but she still had this kind of "twist-to-twist-to-twist-to-twist-to-twist-to-twist-to-twist-to-twist-to-twist-to-twist-to-twist-to-twist-to-twist-to-twist-to-twist-to-t

It takes such a simple thing to rely on his parents. Alas, what else can he do?

"After you're done, go to the street to find a mailbox and stuff it in-" Annie didn't have the strength to get angry.

But she was worried, and she swallowed it halfway, sighed, "Forget it, I'll take you there."

As he said that, Annie raised her foot and went out.

Nie Mingcheng knew that he had made his father dissatisfied again, so he pursed his lips and lowered his head with some inferiority.

"Why don't you leave quickly?" Annie didn't hear the footsteps. She turned her head and saw Nie Mingcheng standing there and shouted angrily.

"Oh, oh!" Nie Mingcheng agreed and hurriedly followed.

Annie found a postbox on the side of the road and stuffed envelopes one by one in front of Nie Mingcheng.

"Okay, wait for news from the newspaper."

"Um!"

In the next week, in addition to going to the hospital and hotel, Anne would occasionally go to the post office.

In addition to going there to read the newspaper, Annie also bought several sets of monkey tickets through the counter.

Finally one day, Annie found Nie Mingcheng's article in the literature section of the Evening News, and also received a remittance form from the newspaper at the Post and Telecommunications Bureau.

"Six dollars? Dad, I, I read that right, I, I actually got the manuscript fee of six dollars?"

Nie Mingcheng looked at the newspaper and the amount on the remittance slip, and almost got crazy.

"Well, it's not bad. I was hired for the first time and I got the royalties."
Chapter completed!