Traveling through the starry sky just for you, I was a koi in ancient times

Wang Wendong looked at his extremely depressed sister and blamed himself, deeply.

Father Wang Shuli said at the right time:

"See? Everyone has their own strengths. Jin'er is so smart, but she is stumped by writing."

Wang Wendong understood his father’s intention. His father wanted to tell him that everyone has their own strengths and no one is great.

Wang Wendong regained his confidence, looked up at his father, and nodded firmly:

. “I’ve made a note of that.”

At this time, Wang Jinyi wiped away her tears and cheered herself up again.

Without a foundation in writing, your so-called story writing will sound like castles in the air and will not last long.

The purpose of calligraphy is to learn characters. Look how a small brush can stump me!

As soon as the father entered the upper room of his house, he saw his daughter gritting her teeth and wiping her tearful face. Qing'er and her mother laughed as they watched.

After cleaning up, the mother hugged the sobbing girl and said:

"Let's take a day off today. Daddy, are you going to take us to the market today?"

The mother looked at her husband with inquiring eyes.

Wang Shuli looked at his daughter, and his father's words just now rang in his ears again, "Jin'er is a precocious child with an excellent memory. It is not good for everyone if she stays in this house. Move out as soon as possible.

You must educate Jin'er well. Don't try to follow the rules and raise her to be a housewife. This child is not born suitable for this. You should educate her according to her personality.

Children must be taught strictly. As I said before, find something that is difficult for her to learn but not worth mentioning for ordinary people, and let her do it to smooth out her innate conceit and pride.

You must cherish your child’s talent! ..."

Just now, Wang Jinyi cried from the bottom of her heart, she was really sad.

She had never felt so helpless in her two lifetimes combined, especially when it came to words, which she was good at. The mother kept patting Wang Jinyi's back, trying to calm her daughter's resentment.

Wang Jinyi's two little hands tightly wrapped around her mother's neck.

Dad came over and took his daughter: "Let's go, let's go to Yongxing Lane to have a look."

At this time, Wang Wendong had changed into his going-out clothes and was about to step out.

"Really? Okay, Jin'er, do you want to go?"

Wang Jinyi looked forward to every opportunity to go out, so she naturally clapped her hands to show her approval.

Half an hour later, the family went out of the side door of Wang's house, got on the carriage, went through the streets and alleys, and arrived at the government school.

This area of ​​buildings is centered around the government school and the streets are very neat.

The layout of the entire Xunyang city is that roads run from east to west and streets run from north to south.

The streets cut the city into square tofu-shaped blocks, and each area is divided into alleys.

Each square alley has a different prefix, which determines the first character of the entire area. Just like now, all the alleys on the east side of the prefectural school have the prefix "Xiu".

A family stood at the entrance of the alley, and there was a large wooden sign indicating "Xiu Wen" Lane.

The entire alley is filled with bookstores, bookshops, and libraries.

Walking out of the "Xiu" Lane, you can see a wooden sign at the entrance of the lane that says "Heguang Lane".

At the same time, a towering and eye-catching building stood quietly, attracting Wang Jinyi.

You can see from a long distance that the high upturned eaves look like a pair of wings flapping about to take off, and the layers of colorfully painted brackets are gorgeous and magnificent.

Looking up at the entire building from below, each beam and layered structure is precisely connected and colorful. On the high roof ridge, the blue-gray glazed tiles reflect the sunlight in the spring sunshine.

The tiles with orchid patterns under the eaves are more like decorations, forming a strong contrast with the pink walls, making the building more elegant.

The exterior walls are decorated with empty windows, from which you can glimpse the beautiful scenery in the courtyard from different angles.

Go around to the front of the building.

In front of the main gate, there are red columns, dividing the doorway into three parts. In the middle is a red double-leaf gate. In front of the gate is a huge rectangular stone with carvings facing each other.

There is a vermilion double door on each side, which is a side door.

The gatehouse is tall, with exquisite bricks and stones. There is a huge plaque on the lintel with gold characters on a black background, which reads "Chongwenfang".

.There are 5 steps in front of the door.

Wang Jinyi thought of his grandfather, who was a third-rank official and had three steps in front of his door.

According to grade regulations, the level of this building is far higher than the third grade.

Below the steps, there is a neat row of horse hitching posts.

Wang Jinyi sighed inwardly: People’s respect for culture has reached a shocking level.

The father pulled his two children together, pointed to the gate of Chongwenfang, and said:

"This is the place directly under the Ministry of Rites where books can be printed. Books printed here are registered in all government offices. You can also see your articles in the official libraries of various prefectures and counties.

Jin'er must work hard to get her story published here.

Wendong, let your name stay here!"

Wang Jiner understood that books printed here would be more widely disseminated and last longer, which was great! This was exactly what I wanted.

Wang Jinyi raised her little fist high,

"come on, come on, come on!"

"Hmm?" "Hmm!?" "Hmm?"

My parents and brother asked the same question at the same time.

Wang Jinyi suddenly raised his arms and shouted almost crazily:

"I want to work hard, learn literature, and practice calligraphy."

Oh, it's too difficult. As soon as the word "difficult" appeared in my mind, it was strongly suppressed by Wang Jinyi.

"You must work hard, learn literature, and practice calligraphy."

The father looked at his little daughter, who looked almost crazy, and laughed heartily.

The family walked around the alleys of the bookstores, bookshops and bookshops until they could walk no more.

There are so many bookstores on the street that after walking around, the only one I remember is "Chongwenfang".

That magnificent momentum was directly implanted into Wang Jinyi's dream.

In the dream, Wang Jinyi stood on the high steps of Chongwenfang and knocked on the two doors with great effort. The doors were heavy and thick, and no sound was made.

So, Wang Jinyi laboriously moved the pile of manuscripts that had built up like a small mountain under the stairs to the front door. The five high steps looked like a mountain.

Every step was so strenuous that I could only carry a small stack of manuscripts at a time and climb this hill of steps.

Then he stacked the manuscripts neatly and placed them in front of the gate. After each trip, he was so tired that he sat on the ground in front of the gate, panting heavily.

.Sitting in front of the gate of Chongwenfang to rest, I saw many people coming down the stairs, also climbing the high steps. Without exception, they were all panting with exhaustion, just like me.

Well, so many competitors.

Wang Jinyi quickly climbed down the high steps.

Eh?! Where is my manuscript? Where is my manuscript that is so tall and thick and piled up like a mountain?

Suddenly someone pulled me.

"Wang Jinyi, you left your notes in the lab."

Who is this? Who sent me the chemistry experiment notes?

A string that seemed to be shining with silver light jumped out from the depths of memory in my brain.

Yes, I just forgot my lab notes, so I turned around and ran to the lab.

There was no one in the empty laboratory, the voices in the corridor suddenly disappeared, and everything was so quiet.

A figure was standing indistinctly not far away. Who? Who was this?

By the way, was it him who took away all the manuscripts I wrote? Wow, is he someone who wants to publish a book like me?