I, strive for the prosperity of the motherland! 【system】

When Zhao Xinxin heard Cheng Xiuning mention that Su Xing posted her poems online, her eyes suddenly lit up and her face was full of anticipation.

She also wanted to know if anyone had actually seen her poems online and what they thought of them.

Su Xing saw the expectation in Zhao Xinxin's eyes.

She smiled and said, "I think there should be a message. I'll check Weibo now."

As she spoke, she picked up her phone and clicked on Weibo.

Sure enough, there were already many likes, reposts and comments under the post she updated yesterday.

Su Xing clicked into the comment section, filtered some comments, and started reading.

"Wow! Such healing little poems! Each one is vivid and interesting!"

"This child has eyes that are good at observing the world, a rich imagination, and superb writing skills. I hope her parents can nurture her well."

“When I’m little, I’ll write like this too.”

"When I was her age, I was still playing with mud... (Expression: Covering my face with laughter)"

"Isn't this much better than some so-called poets who only write about shit, piss and farts!"

"Cute and sincere, I, an adult, was moved by this child's poem. (Emoji: tears welling up)"

"The pen name Shixing is also very beautiful and romantic. Did the young poet choose it himself?"

As Zhao Xinxin listened to the comments read by Su Xing, her eyes became brighter and brighter, her little face flushed, and she felt shy, proud, and moved.

It feels so wonderful to be recognized and praised by so many people!

Cheng Xiuning and Zhang Caifeng were also laughing.

"That's what I was saying. There must be a lot of people who like Xinxin's poems."

"That's right, our Xinxin is so talented."

Zhao Xinxin felt embarrassed by the compliment, but she still pricked up her ears, stretched her neck, and glanced at Su Xing's phone screen.

Su Xing smiled and read some more comments.

Of course, not all comments in the comment section are good. There are also some complaints and doubts. There is nothing we can do about it. This is the way the Internet environment is.

"This is really a poem written by a fourth-grade kid? How can I not believe it!"

"I don't believe it either! How could she possibly understand poetry at such a young age? Perhaps some wealthy and powerful parent hired someone to write this to establish their child as a talented woman?"

"Am I the only one who can see that there's a sense of adulthood deliberately playing it simple between the lines?"

"Did the artist take money from parents to praise other people's children?"

Some people liked these comments, some agreed with them, and some responded to them.

"Some people, being mediocre themselves, don't believe there are geniuses in this world."

"Without any evidence, you're just making up rumors based on assumptions?"

"This poem is clearly full of childlike innocence and playfulness, but I don't see where you're trying to be childish. Stop trying to act like everyone else is drunk and you're the only one sober. It's really annoying."

"Oh my god, with an artist's intelligence and earning ability, why would he need to make money like this that's so easy to lose??"

Su Xing glanced at the comments and quickly swiped past them. If they were too extreme, she would block, delete, or report them.

There is no need to let Zhao Xinxin know about these bad reviews, so as not to hurt her.

She is still too young to bear the malice from keyboard warriors.

You can read more of those messages of praise and encouragement to the little girl, so that she will have more passion and motivation for writing.

Su Xing slid the screen and read the comments for a while.

Finally, Zhao Xinxin took the initiative to say, "Sister Su, let's stop here and continue studying!"

It was already late, and she was afraid to disturb her sisters' work.

Hearing this, Su Xing put down his phone and said, "Okay, you should review your studies too. The comments are still coming in. I'll read them to you when I have time in the next few days."

"Okay, okay."

Zhao Xinxin nodded happily.

After that, the four of them began to immerse themselves in work and study.

Two hours later, Zhao Xinxin packed up her books, said goodbye to her three sisters, and prepared to go home.

Cheng Xiuning said, "By the way, we're going to Pingyao tomorrow. I don't know what time we'll be back. You need to study, so you might be late."

Zhao Xinxin said, "Then I won't come tomorrow. I'm going out to help Grandpa herd sheep. I can bring my books with me and study during the day."

Cheng Xiuning nodded, "Is that so? That's fine too."

Zhang Caifeng said, "See you the day after tomorrow then."

"Sisters, go to bed early. I'm leaving now. Bye~"

Su Xing touched Zhao Xinxin's head and said, "Let's go. I'll take you to the door."

Zhao Xinxin carried her schoolbag and followed Su Xing out the door with brisk steps.

She was in a very good mood tonight and was full of inspiration. She was already thinking about a new poem. She felt that she could write another new poem tomorrow!

……

Sunday morning.

When Su Xing came back from morning exercise, he saw that Zhang Caifeng and Cheng Xiuning had already washed and dressed.

After they had breakfast in the cafeteria together, they prepared to set off for Pingyao Ancient City.

Sun Pengfei and several other boys were also preparing to go out and play, so they all went together.

Everyone took the earliest bus to Jinzhong City, and then took the bullet train from Jinzhong City to Pingyao Ancient City.

It takes more than an hour to get from the village where they live to Jinzhong Station, and only about half an hour from Jinzhong Station to Pingyao.

They set off early and arrived at Pingyao Ancient City at around nine in the morning.

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