I started a senior citizen university after being unemployed, and I became the favorite of my uncles

The writing teacher didn't expect that an online class would reveal the true colors of the uncles and aunts who usually looked honest and obedient.

He decided to let his uncles and aunts see the dangers of society.

He assigned an assignment, a very simple narrative essay about a person, and the requirement was that it could not be "My Friend Wang Jianguo".

There is a story behind this sample essay.

The article was originally written by the teacher himself, and Wang Jianguo is indeed his friend.

Now we are all friends.

He emphasized several times in class that articles should have their own innovations, and the uncles and aunts did innovate.

They changed "Wang Jianguo" to "Wang Fugui", and after being scolded, they changed it to "Li Jianguo", but the substance remains the same.

If the teacher who wrote this article could collect copyright fees, he and his friend Wang Jianguo would become rich overnight.

In order to make uncles and aunts write with true feelings and at the same time urge them to take their online classes at home seriously, the writing teacher came up with a trick.

[Assignment requirements: Write about the people around you and record a video of you reading your own article. You must appear on screen at the same time as the person you are describing.]

He just didn't believe that anyone could really find "Wang Jianguo".

In order to write this composition, uncles and aunts all came up with unique ideas.

Fu Lanshan read through Lao Fu's composition with his eyes that only looked at contracts worth more than 30 million yuan.

"My CEO Son..."

"You are quite honest. You showed your family background first."

Fu Lanshan commented.

Lao Fu was very satisfied with his masterpiece. "Keep reading, there are surprises ahead."

"The prerequisite for having a CEO son is that his father must be a tall, handsome, powerful and capable chairman."

Old Fu raised his chin high, very proud.

Fu Lanshan poured cold water on him: "Tall and handsome, mighty and handsome, capable of taking on important tasks, which of these words have anything to do with you?"

"You don't understand. This is an exaggerated rhetorical device taught by the teacher. Please continue reading."

Fu Lanshan felt that he could not dampen his father's confidence in writing, so he read on patiently: "It was this chairman father who built the magnificent business empire with his own hands and handed it over to his son."

"At this point you must have guessed who this great man is. He is me."

"No, you read it too emotionlessly. My article is full of twists and turns, so ups and downs, you have to read it with intonation."

Old Fu snatched the composition book and read it himself: "You must want to know his entrepreneurial history."

"No one wants to know your corny story."

Fu Lanshan is preparing to run away, it's so torturous.

"No, you'll be on camera later. I'm going to put the video on the company's big screen for everyone to watch and learn." Old Fu stopped Fu Lanshan and continued reading: "His entrepreneurial history began on a dark and windy night..."

Old Fu used the precarious relationship between father and son to threaten Fu Lanshan to shoot a video.

One of the two people's face lit up when he was excited, while the other had a dark face throughout.

……

On the other hand, Uncle Li found a sixth-grade composition that received full marks to rewrite.

"His title was 'Father's Love is Like a Mountain', and I changed it to 'Son's Love is Like a Mountain', which sounds weird."

"Forget it, it's important to finish writing, keep going."

"The first sentence is 'People often say that father's love is like a mountain. Father's love is like a mountain, tall and firm.'"

"This is simple. Change it to 'A son's love is like a mountain. People often say that a son's love is like a mountain. The love of a son is like a mountain, tall and firm.'"

"My son's love is mostly strict, but sometimes it is also tender."

"My son's love makes me more confident and optimistic."

Uncle Li became more and more satisfied as he wrote, and exclaimed, "I am such a genius!"

He confidently handed his stitched article to his son.

Teacher Li looked at him suspiciously and read two sentences: "My son is a villain?"

"Why do you scold me when you write an essay?"

Uncle Li scratched his head, looking innocent: "I'm not scolding you, I'm just stating the facts. The original text says 'my father is an adult', I'm not trying to change it to make it more realistic."

"It's still too idealistic. You're not young anymore. I'll change it to my son being middle-aged. That way it's more realistic."

"Forget about this sentence. Look at this one: I like to call my son 'little bunny' because I think 'little bunny' is more intimate and can better express my deep and unspeakable love for him."

"What are you writing?" Teacher Li asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"I am using words to record my life, very realistically." Uncle Li argued.

Teacher Li's roar filled the room: "Where do you put my face? You don't have any shame, but I do!"

In the end, Teacher Li refused to appear on camera, but Uncle Li didn't care and started recording the video holding Teacher Li's photo.

The one who wrote about the son was torturing his son, and the one who wrote about the daughter was equally incomprehensible.

Aunt Zhong’s composition is titled “My Daughter”.

Cai Yunyun ate the fruit cut by Lao Cai and began to read with relish: "My daughter is a good and filial child."

Cai Yunyun was very satisfied: "Very good, praise me according to this standard, I am very satisfied."

"It was a stormy night, and I had a high fever..."

Cai Yunyun closed her eyes and pushed the composition away.

Aunt Zhong was still wondering: "Why don't you continue reading? You haven't read the exciting part yet."

"No need to look." Cai Yunyun's eyes darkened and she uttered a few very familiar words:

"Rainy night, fever, back, one foot deep, one foot shallow, slipping."

Aunt Zhong couldn't believe it. "How did you know? I was clearly searching for niche family essays."

"It's not a niche thing. Nine out of ten people write like this."

Cai Yunyun recalled that she had taken composition classes from Aunt Zhong. She had a high fever three times, was moved to tears seven times, and I was seriously injured in a car accident and fell into a coma in the ICU once.

Just like she did back then, her most unforgettable gift was a bicycle.

The most unforgettable thing is learning to ride a bicycle.

The most touching thing is that my mother taught me how to ride a bicycle.

The difficulty to overcome is - learning to ride a bike.

Everything can be ridden as a bicycle, and in the end you can see the grass growing between the cracks in the rocks, which adds a wave of value and elevates the theme.

……

The writing teacher who received the video saw some mindless imitations, selective copying, and invincible stitching. The most impressive one was the one who wrote in the article that he changed his name to Wang Jianguo, and even changed his last name. He was full of admiration. Based on the principle that his eyes should not be the only ones suffering, he decided to pass on the pain to others.

Then Lin Qinglan saw the essays: "My Son Wang Jianguo", "My Uncle Jules", and "My Granddaughter Gets Rich".

The people appearing in the video include the uncle and aunt’s 90-year-old parents, a six-month-old baby, a dragon fruit-colored puppy, and a pot of green onions rented from Grandpa Wang.