Spring is my left and right balance（三）

Yes ah, I should be feeling a bit unwilling son. So, in case I am not willing to do?
Calligraphy and painting were very extravagant, and that the two projects need a my own space, no. So I thought of writing, writing this line of business save money and save place, and will not affect the family, then ... ... to write it.
I am not a literary person to do the drawer, I am to quick success, so the time has been thinking about writing a successful submission.
The first submission.
"Oh! Two sons wife, acquired the first water down, not up hoe, back very slightly dry bag for?" Enthusiastic aunt leaning against the door frame of the three shouted at me.
"I ... ah ... to Linhe Contributors slightly." I replied, but the voice was a little scared.
"Submission? Even be a contributor? Cast even the manuscript?" Three aunt inexplicable.
"Is ... ... I wrote a draft, to vote." I explained.
Three aunt looked at me still inexplicable. But I have turned around and left, I had to walk five miles outside the village to catch the bus.
Along the way, I imagine I will find the draft edit "every word chi" mean, then, the article came in a good position on it, looking forward to this author come to write a lot. So, I repeated one after another and then two away, and edit Zaisanzaisi accept all. This was written to read into the writer. Oh, grow crops while the side as a writer, this method will have to live life head.
"Son, put your bags through the mother used to use, you make do with string bag fitted with the book one day, tomorrow I'll pay you back." I think I can come all the way into the city in the hands of the draft holds.
"No string bag, pencil box leakage." Sons immediately rejected.
I boxed his pencil Mangjiang go into the net bag test, does not leak. This promised to borrow his son contracted me frowning.
Sitting on the bus complacent, to stop the car I Linhe stunned, for several days to understand their dreams are made out of pillow yellow beam.