Medicine Dao Wanhua

On Sunday afternoon, Fang Chen personally sent Song Dongxu to the car. He looked reluctant to part with him, as if he would never see him again after we parted this time. It was a pitiful appearance for a big boy. Fang Chen's original trace of reluctance was washed away.

"It's not like we won't be able to see each other in the future. Is that what you're doing?" Fang Chen paused, then asked again: "Is it really coming during the National Day?"

"Of course." Song Dongxu lay on the car window and looked down at Fang Chen, "Xiaochen, you won't welcome me, right?"

Of course Fang Chen welcomes him, but it's meaningless to say that, so he asked instead: "What about your parents? During the National Day, they will also have a holiday, right? Aren't you with them?"

"They won't be at home even if they are on vacation. Today there is a dinner here, and there is a meeting tomorrow. They have to go to see the leader every now and then. What difference does it make if they are on vacation or not?" Song Dongxu curled his lips. Fang Chungen and Xia Yunxue love each other very much, Song Dongxu's parents are completely grazing, "As long as the report card I get back is good enough, they won't care about me at all, so ah, I won't live with me when the time comes. Uncle and Uncle's house, I'll live directly at your house, okay?"

It sounds like a pitiful child with no father or mother, but Fang Chen is really pitiful, doesn't Song Dongxu hope that no one cares about him?If one day his parents start to take care of him, he probably won't be able to stand it first.

Fang Chen nodded, "If you behave well, I'll let you live in my house." Anyway, Song Dongxu usually follows him most of the time, so it's no big deal to stay at home for a few days.

As soon as Song Dongxu heard that there was a door, he quickly asked, "How do you count as a good performance?"

Fang Chen thought for a while, although Song Dongxu usually wrote to tell him what he did in Decheng, but it was all interesting things for him, and he didn't talk much about his studies, so he said, "Your school has arranged exams. without?"

"Why not? I take one test every three days and one test every five days. I guess the papers will be piled up into a hill after graduation." Song Dongxu said exaggeratedly, but he also had a bit of sincerity. He studied in a private school. There are two types of students in the school, one is rich in family, and the other is good at studying, but no matter which type, the school must teach well, so this exam is indispensable, and the school on this The management is strict, even Song Dongxu, who is used to skipping classes and skipping exams, dare not skip exams, let alone what is going on in school, if Fang Chen finds out, he will be punished for copying textbooks.

"Have you kept the exam papers?"

"Probably." Song Dongxu himself was not sure. Although the teacher asked the students to take the test papers home and sign them for their parents, and they had to hand them in later, they still had to send them back after handing them in. Song Dongxu just threw the test papers in the room , His house is cleaned up by the nanny, so he won't throw his things around, "I'll go back and look for it, maybe it's all there."

"Then bring all your test papers next time. If your grades are not bad, I'll let you live with me." Fang Chen, who is a good teacher, felt that since he taught him martial arts, he was his master. Learning is not what it should be.

Hearing that he had to read the test papers, Song Dongxu was not worried at all: "I guarantee it will be fine, I was taught by you, and if the grades are not bad, I will bring them to you later!"

It's not that Song Dongxu is talking big. Although he often skips classes and fights, his grades are also ranked high in the school. Otherwise, the school would not turn a blind eye to it. Although Song Dongxu himself doesn't like studying, But he cared about Fang Chen's opinion very much, knowing that he valued this, naturally he wouldn't let his achievements be seen by others.

"Then it's settled, you remember to bring them all."

At this time, the car was about to start, and the conductor stood on the door and called for the car to start. Fang Chen couldn't continue talking to Song Dongxu, so he hurriedly told him not to forget to practice, so he took a few steps back and looked at Song Dongxu The figure poking his head and waving at him slowly moved away.

When the person disappeared, Fang Chen was still a little dazed in his heart, shook his head to shake off the emotion that came out of nowhere, he turned around and went back to school.

The results of the essay competition were announced within a few days. A total of [-] essays from the whole school were selected and sent to the publishing house for submission, and Fang Chen's essay was naturally among them.

"...The publishing house will inform the school of the specific results after the review. I believe there will be a result soon. Even if you are not selected, don't be discouraged. Now many publishing houses can submit manuscripts, and there are several in Yu County. If any student is interested, you can go to the teacher to get materials to read, and if you have any questions about writing, you can also ask me." Zhang Renhua stood on the podium with a smile and kindly, among the [-] essays selected by the whole school Three of them are from the first grade, and he is in charge of teaching the first grade. It can be seen that the aptitude of the students this semester is very good. In fact, from his point of view, the composition of the freshman who participated in the competition this time is very good. It is entirely possible to submit all of them, but this is the first time the school has held this kind of competition, and only [-] papers were selected out of caution.

As for Fang Chen, Zhang Renhua was even more confident. He even told Fang Chen privately that among the selected compositions this time, his composition was of the best quality.

"If you have an idea to develop in this area, you can usually write more and try to submit a manuscript, just as an exercise."

Fang Chen readily agreed to Zhang Renhua's proposal, and brought several magazines from him. Most of these magazines were published by well-known publishing houses in Decheng and Yuxian County, and there were even large national publishing houses among them. Published, there are submission requirements later, Zhang Renhua asked him to take it back to take a good look at the style of the magazine, and then he can choose one to try to submit.

Fang Chen naturally read all the magazines carefully, so as to understand the style of each one. Although he has plans for his future and does not plan to develop in literature, it is also possible to practice his hand, not to mention the manuscript fees given by these magazines Not low either.

However, most of the magazines that Zhang Renhua gave him were reading materials for middle and high school students, among which compositions accounted for a large part. Fang Chen was not satisfied with this. Fang Chen didn't want to write essays, so Fang Chen decided to go to the Xinhua Bookstore in Yu County when he had time to choose the article submission.

And among the publishing houses recommended by Zhang Renhua, Fang Chen didn't find any publishers he wanted to try to contribute, but what he chose was not to submit articles, but paintings.

Fang Chen fell in love with a new local publishing house in Yuxian County. This publishing house is not large in scale and mainly publishes student books. However, their books are not essays, but relatively short campus stories and comics. It is very popular in the student circle and has promising prospects.

This publishing house not only accepts story submissions and comic submissions, but also accepts submissions of single paintings. If you don’t talk about the manuscript fee, it’s also good for practice.

Originally, Fang Chen was going to try to paint a picture and send it over to see the effect, but later he gave up on this idea, because Fang Chen just thought of it. The shop where Song Dongxu sent the painting to be framed seemed to be selling it on behalf of others. painting?

Although it is somewhat utilitarian to say so, but weighing the pros and cons, it is natural that the latter is more in his mind between a subsidiary painting of a publishing house for students and real painting.

It's just that I don't know if I really paint a painting and sell it on behalf of others, will anyone be willing to buy it?

"Fang Chen, someone is looking outside."

The classmate's call brought back Fang Chen's thoughts of running away. Fang Chen looked out following the classmate's voice, and found that he was really an acquaintance.

It's just that they haven't seen each other for a few days?Why did this person come to the door this morning?

Thoughts flashed in his heart, Fang Chen put on a puzzled expression as if he saw a stranger, and walked to the door: "This uncle, are you looking for me?"

Fang Chen naturally knew the people here, but he probably didn't know each other right now, because on the surface, they probably had never met each other.

The person who came was Zhou Mingqiang, who should be living in the hospital.

"You're Fang Chen, right? I'm looking for your Uncle Dongfang, do you know where he is?" Zhou Mingqiang forced himself to remain calm, but his anxious gaze betrayed his deepest thoughts.

It seems that something really happened.Fang Chen came to a conclusion, but didn't show it on his face, "Are you talking about Shishu? He will go." Fang Chen really couldn't call himself uncle or something.

Zhou Mingqiang had expected that no one was there, but now that the situation is urgent, it would be troublesome if he couldn't find anyone, "I'm Zhou Mingqiang, your uncle should have mentioned me to you, right?"

Fang Chen nodded.

"Your uncle said that if you have anything to ask him, you can come to you. Do you know how to contact him? Can you contact me for me? I'm in a hurry now."

"What's urgent?" Fang Chen asked, seeing that he didn't answer, he continued, "Uncle Master said, if you don't talk about something, you don't need to contact him."

Now, Zhou Mingqiang can only say, but he won't say everything, "Did your uncle mention the name Dong Zhongping to you?"

Fang Chen nodded again, Dong Zhongping naturally knew who it was.

"Our captain, that is, Dong Zhongping is injured now, and the condition is very serious. The doctors in the hospital can't do anything, so I want to ask your uncle to take a look."