After dinner, my uncle was about to rush back to the old house. My grandfather lived alone in the old house. It was a stubborn and conservative old man who was nostalgic for the courtyard that once made the entire family mark the landlord and never moved.
After all, my grandfather is old and may grow old at any time. My uncle is a filial son and he almost obeys his orders. Now he goes to guard the old man every night and comes to his house again until dawn.
Therefore, the aunt complained about her grandfather, but she had no choice. She cooked the meal every day and brought it to her so that her family could only have a meal.
The aunt was packing the dining table, and her cousin and Qin An didn't meet each other, so she went to watch TV by herself.
My sister-in-law started feeding Qin Yuan and Qin Qin. Both of them were spoiled and had to be coaxed by their ancestors.
Qin'an, next Saturday and Sunday, my brother will take you to play in the city... and also take your sister-in-law and Qin Yuan and Qin Qin to see your second aunt.My cousin smoked a cigarette of Yuxi, more than 20 yuan per pack. In this era, it was a very decent type of cigarette.
Qin An was slightly surprised. The mine disaster in his memory happened next Saturday. If my cousin went to the city, wouldn’t it be possible to completely avoid the mine disaster?
My brother bought a car... I went to pick it up on Saturday.My cousin couldn't help but feel a little proud. Santana, when I come back, I'll ask a driver to take us back, and it's awesome.
Qin An finally felt relieved. It seemed that even if the mine disaster really happened, his cousin would not have any accident. Although the workers in the mine would still be killed, Qin An did not think that if he did it again, he could stop all the tragedies in this world. He had a high IQ, and he might have been foresighted, but he was not a god.
Since my cousin can also be avoided, those miners may not be without this luck. Qin An laughed. Unfortunately, we have to make up for the lessons. There is an art cram school, and I want to attend.
Skip classes, go to play with me, art cram school... I have to ask for something. If you learn to draw, buy an easel brush, or something, and if you learn to learn music, buy a guitar or something... I can't afford the piano thing now. I'm buying a driver and I'm tight. If you major in music in college, I'll give it to you.My cousin said carelessly.
The two brothers have a very good relationship. Qin An is the only son, so naturally he regards his cousin as his biological brother. His cousin always protects him when he was a child. Although he has to take Qin An with naughty things and has caused trouble, he has to take care of him alone, and he always lets Qin An play the role of innocently dragged into the water.
No... I promised my dad not to skip classes anymore.Qin An couldn't help but make a funny thing. Among the many relatives, only his cousin took it seriously. Perhaps he didn't read much, but he made a lot of money. He gradually felt like he was proud after inferiority, thinking that reading was not very useful.
There are many people who suddenly become rich in this era, and those who study less or even have no school students at all. The wealth they acquire is far greater than that of ordinary people.
Then forget it, anyway, my brother bought a car, so it is convenient to go back and forth. There are opportunities in the future... If you want to take you there, you will definitely be scolded by your father.My cousin couldn't help but touch his head. He had also been a student of Qinhuai. The uncle was particularly strict with him, but there was still no good student with excellent character and academic performance under the stick. My cousin went on a journey before he finished his junior year. He said he couldn't stand Qinhuai knocking his head with a whip all day.
After playing at my uncle's house for a while, Qin An ran back home. As soon as he entered the door, he found Qin Huai waiting at his desk in his room.
Today, the English class was assigned an essay. You write it for me now, I will change it for you, and you will read it in class tomorrow.Qin Huai said, extinguishing the cigarette butts.
Dad, actually, my English scores are very good, and I can take 70 to 80 in the usual exams... I will do it seriously and ensure that it is above 90.
In the first and second grades of junior high school, compared with Qin An's other barely passing grades, Qin An's English scores are indeed good. After all, he received Qin Huai's English education since elementary school, and his foundation was there. Even if he got a little down in junior high school, he would not need special tutoring.
Let you write it as soon as you want, remember the title... A story that impressed me, you can choose a simple fable.Qinhuai said indisputably.
OK... Qin An glanced at his father again: It was written so well, don’t suspect that I copied it.
Qin Huai took out the cigarette box and smoked a cigarette in his mouth to enjoy it. The boy became more and more greasy and began to be particularly naughty in front of his father.
Qin An spread out the homework book, picked up the pen, and started writing on the homework book.
Starting from the first line of letters written by Qin An, the cigarette in Qin Huai's mouth fell to the ground.
I have always been impressed by such a story, either as I imagined, or as I saw it from somewhere, in short, it is a very unique and memorable story.It was an unusual Tuesday. Mr. Dursley, who lives in No. 4 Liverfog Road, saw a tabby cat squatting on a map, as if studying bus routes. The TV next door was broadcasting a message that the owls that had been hiding day and night were flying around early this morning, and even experts could not explain this abnormality.
On that night, Harry Potter, a one-year-old boy who had lost his parents, mysteriously appeared in front of the door of 4 Ligustworth Road and began a life of bullying at his uncle's aunt's house.
My uncle and aunt seemed to be fierce and often yelled at him, keeping him in the cupboard under the stairs.
They also have a son like a demon king in the world, Dudley, who often punches and kicks the thin Harry.
Ten years have passed, and Harry, who lives at his uncle and aunt's house, never celebrated his birthday.But on his eleventh birthday, everything changed.An owl sent a letter: Invite Harry to go to a magical place he had never heard of before to go to school in Hogwarts Magic School.The story begins here, but my impression ends here.
Qin An remembered in a trance that the famous Harry Potter has not yet been released. The young and beautiful Rowling still wrote her story on small pieces of paper in a cafe, which was translated into seventy languages and sold more than 300 million copies of the Harry Potter series, which made Qin An often went to the cinema to watch those "Harry Potter" series movies that were expensive to manufacture but had no novel taste at all.
Qin Huai took out his homework book from Qin An, held it high and looked carefully under the light, unable to hide the surprise and joy. Son, even I can't write such fluent sentences, such beautiful fonts... Did you really write this temporarily?
OK... Then I'll write the story of our family.
Qin An smiled and began another story: On an autumn night, his father Qin Huai couldn't believe that his son's talent was immersed in joy. He probably didn't expect that this joy was just a little slit at the beginning of a happy life in the future. In the future, his son no longer disappointed him. When his son grew up, he not only knew how to fight for his studies and future, but also knew how to cherish and love him and those he loved...
After all, my grandfather is old and may grow old at any time. My uncle is a filial son and he almost obeys his orders. Now he goes to guard the old man every night and comes to his house again until dawn.
Therefore, the aunt complained about her grandfather, but she had no choice. She cooked the meal every day and brought it to her so that her family could only have a meal.
The aunt was packing the dining table, and her cousin and Qin An didn't meet each other, so she went to watch TV by herself.
My sister-in-law started feeding Qin Yuan and Qin Qin. Both of them were spoiled and had to be coaxed by their ancestors.
Qin'an, next Saturday and Sunday, my brother will take you to play in the city... and also take your sister-in-law and Qin Yuan and Qin Qin to see your second aunt.My cousin smoked a cigarette of Yuxi, more than 20 yuan per pack. In this era, it was a very decent type of cigarette.
Qin An was slightly surprised. The mine disaster in his memory happened next Saturday. If my cousin went to the city, wouldn’t it be possible to completely avoid the mine disaster?
My brother bought a car... I went to pick it up on Saturday.My cousin couldn't help but feel a little proud. Santana, when I come back, I'll ask a driver to take us back, and it's awesome.
Qin An finally felt relieved. It seemed that even if the mine disaster really happened, his cousin would not have any accident. Although the workers in the mine would still be killed, Qin An did not think that if he did it again, he could stop all the tragedies in this world. He had a high IQ, and he might have been foresighted, but he was not a god.
Since my cousin can also be avoided, those miners may not be without this luck. Qin An laughed. Unfortunately, we have to make up for the lessons. There is an art cram school, and I want to attend.
Skip classes, go to play with me, art cram school... I have to ask for something. If you learn to draw, buy an easel brush, or something, and if you learn to learn music, buy a guitar or something... I can't afford the piano thing now. I'm buying a driver and I'm tight. If you major in music in college, I'll give it to you.My cousin said carelessly.
The two brothers have a very good relationship. Qin An is the only son, so naturally he regards his cousin as his biological brother. His cousin always protects him when he was a child. Although he has to take Qin An with naughty things and has caused trouble, he has to take care of him alone, and he always lets Qin An play the role of innocently dragged into the water.
No... I promised my dad not to skip classes anymore.Qin An couldn't help but make a funny thing. Among the many relatives, only his cousin took it seriously. Perhaps he didn't read much, but he made a lot of money. He gradually felt like he was proud after inferiority, thinking that reading was not very useful.
There are many people who suddenly become rich in this era, and those who study less or even have no school students at all. The wealth they acquire is far greater than that of ordinary people.
Then forget it, anyway, my brother bought a car, so it is convenient to go back and forth. There are opportunities in the future... If you want to take you there, you will definitely be scolded by your father.My cousin couldn't help but touch his head. He had also been a student of Qinhuai. The uncle was particularly strict with him, but there was still no good student with excellent character and academic performance under the stick. My cousin went on a journey before he finished his junior year. He said he couldn't stand Qinhuai knocking his head with a whip all day.
After playing at my uncle's house for a while, Qin An ran back home. As soon as he entered the door, he found Qin Huai waiting at his desk in his room.
Today, the English class was assigned an essay. You write it for me now, I will change it for you, and you will read it in class tomorrow.Qin Huai said, extinguishing the cigarette butts.
Dad, actually, my English scores are very good, and I can take 70 to 80 in the usual exams... I will do it seriously and ensure that it is above 90.
In the first and second grades of junior high school, compared with Qin An's other barely passing grades, Qin An's English scores are indeed good. After all, he received Qin Huai's English education since elementary school, and his foundation was there. Even if he got a little down in junior high school, he would not need special tutoring.
Let you write it as soon as you want, remember the title... A story that impressed me, you can choose a simple fable.Qinhuai said indisputably.
OK... Qin An glanced at his father again: It was written so well, don’t suspect that I copied it.
Qin Huai took out the cigarette box and smoked a cigarette in his mouth to enjoy it. The boy became more and more greasy and began to be particularly naughty in front of his father.
Qin An spread out the homework book, picked up the pen, and started writing on the homework book.
Starting from the first line of letters written by Qin An, the cigarette in Qin Huai's mouth fell to the ground.
I have always been impressed by such a story, either as I imagined, or as I saw it from somewhere, in short, it is a very unique and memorable story.It was an unusual Tuesday. Mr. Dursley, who lives in No. 4 Liverfog Road, saw a tabby cat squatting on a map, as if studying bus routes. The TV next door was broadcasting a message that the owls that had been hiding day and night were flying around early this morning, and even experts could not explain this abnormality.
On that night, Harry Potter, a one-year-old boy who had lost his parents, mysteriously appeared in front of the door of 4 Ligustworth Road and began a life of bullying at his uncle's aunt's house.
My uncle and aunt seemed to be fierce and often yelled at him, keeping him in the cupboard under the stairs.
They also have a son like a demon king in the world, Dudley, who often punches and kicks the thin Harry.
Ten years have passed, and Harry, who lives at his uncle and aunt's house, never celebrated his birthday.But on his eleventh birthday, everything changed.An owl sent a letter: Invite Harry to go to a magical place he had never heard of before to go to school in Hogwarts Magic School.The story begins here, but my impression ends here.
Qin An remembered in a trance that the famous Harry Potter has not yet been released. The young and beautiful Rowling still wrote her story on small pieces of paper in a cafe, which was translated into seventy languages and sold more than 300 million copies of the Harry Potter series, which made Qin An often went to the cinema to watch those "Harry Potter" series movies that were expensive to manufacture but had no novel taste at all.
Qin Huai took out his homework book from Qin An, held it high and looked carefully under the light, unable to hide the surprise and joy. Son, even I can't write such fluent sentences, such beautiful fonts... Did you really write this temporarily?
OK... Then I'll write the story of our family.
Qin An smiled and began another story: On an autumn night, his father Qin Huai couldn't believe that his son's talent was immersed in joy. He probably didn't expect that this joy was just a little slit at the beginning of a happy life in the future. In the future, his son no longer disappointed him. When his son grew up, he not only knew how to fight for his studies and future, but also knew how to cherish and love him and those he loved...
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