Rhapsody of Entertainment Rebirth

Shanhe recalled the plot of the movie. He was quite moved after watching it in his previous life and had a rather deep impression.

The most touching thing in the whole movie is the vow of innocence between teenagers to protect each other.

What Shanhe needs to rewrite is the chronological background. It needs to reasonably replace the life twenty years later and embed the story in the 1990s.

Shanhe has the support of his father, the senior class teacher, and it is very convenient for him to understand the daily life and psychological activities of senior high school students.

My father can also give advice on how the school and teachers should respond to emergencies.

The most difficult part is the description of school bullying and the police investigation process. There are also things like the female protagonist’s family life and the male protagonist’s gangster career that need to be deconstructed by Shanhe.

After dozens of days of conceiving and revising, Shanhe finalized the outline.

On weekends, Qiu Jiang invited Wu Zhiwei and his teacher's family to his home for dinner.

After eating and drinking, Qiu Jiang took out the outline for everyone to judge.

"This is the outline of Xiaohe's book. After reading it, I was deeply moved. It made me reflect on my entire teaching career. Our thoughts and methods must change with the development of society, otherwise we will be ashamed of our profession." Qiu Jiang sighed.

"Oh, it seems that Xiaohe's masterpiece is very unusual. Let me take a look first." Yu Zhengchong took the book.

After more than an hour, the adults at the table were silent for a long time.

"If this novel is published, I'm afraid it will cause great social repercussions. Qiu Jiang, you still need to communicate with the magazine." Yu Zhengchong thought more carefully.

"The purpose of novels is to express the voice of the times. If there is no debate and no reflection of social reality, then what is the point of literary creation!" Wu Zhiwei said angrily.

"Xiaohe, this is a great idea. It puts school and society, human nature and dignity, legal principles or human relationships in front of the world. I am amazed, amazed!" Wu Zhiwei continued to sigh.

Mrs. Xie also interjected: "Where's Xiaohe, ask him to come over and tell me where the inspiration comes from?"

"I know this. The reason was that his deskmate was threatened by gangsters, and he also heard that high school boarders were blackmailed by gangsters. Later, he helped Lao Chen's son from the police station avoid being bullied. Lao Chen told him several cases. It’s just a matter of time and effort to create such a bomb.”

Yu Zhengchong sighed and sighed: "Xiao Wu is right, my ideas are indeed too conservative, and causing social repercussions is not necessarily a bad thing. Only by opening the pustule can the wound be healed."

"But just in case, Xiaohe's identity as a writer cannot be made public." Yu Zhengchong paused and continued.

"The teacher is very thoughtful. Xiaohe is really lucky to have so many elders caring about him. Thank you, teacher, mistress, and thank you Xiao Wu."

"Xiaohe will probably ask me to review manuscripts, haha. It's good to be around geniuses. I'll cook you a big meal out of the blue!" Wu Zhiwei clapped his legs and said with a smile.

Everyone looked at each other and laughed together.

After getting approval from several elders, Shanhe handed over the task of picking up his sister to his parents, and used his spare time to collect materials around movie theaters and game arcades.

Yu Zhengchong and Wu Zhiwei also continued to bring him some relevant information.

The most surprising thing was that after Chen Zhongming's father learned that he was interested in solving cases, he agreed to his request to read in the police station reading room on weekends.

After Qu Ling received Shanhe's creative outline, he was pleasantly surprised. She was delighted by Shanhe's talent, but the highly sensitive subject matter made her worried.

"Editor-in-chief, please read this outline." Qu Ling found the editor-in-chief's office anyway.

"Can a child under the age of fourteen write this?" Editor Zhao exclaimed.

"Look at the whole process of forming his idea attached here. He did have the environment to form his idea. His father is the head teacher of the graduating class of high school, his teachers and teachers are all veteran cadres of the Cultural Bureau, and his classmate's father is the instructor of the Chengguan Police Station. So It seems that he is really blessed!"

"The subject matter is highly sensitive. Our magazine is mainly aimed at teenagers, so it is not suitable for publication," Editor Zhao said regretfully. "After the manuscript is completed, I will recommend it to the next door "Harvest"."

"This kid is the same. Why did he choose such a subject and give others an advantage?" Qu Ling said distressedly.

"You still need to strengthen communication here. I think this kid is full of creative passion and creative ideas. He is a quick shooter. I am worried that there will be no good manuscripts in the future. Besides, we can still publish his single book!"

"How about you being the editor-in-chief? It's really high!" Qu Lingdiao said with a smile.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

In mid-November, it is still late autumn in the south. Except for the golden treetops of deciduous sycamores, other trees are still green.

Groups of laughing teenagers whizzed past the shady streets, forming a dynamic watercolor painting.

The four Shanhe people are one of them.

"Brother Qiu, please don't hit me up all the time when you go to the police station. It's so boring to sit here all morning!" Chen Zhongming complained complainingly.

"Haha, it's a good thing we didn't make such a thankless request. Fatty, last time I went to your house for dinner, I remember you said you were also interested in detectives." Li Xiaohui said with a gloating smile.

"Hobby is something like this. If it's there for three days, it becomes a hobby. If it's not there for three days, it's a punishment." Yuan Datou said jokingly.

"Incisive, he is worthy of being a president." The fat man immediately agreed.

"Fat man, has anyone ever said you are cheap?" Yuan Datou chased Chen Zhongming.

"Has Golden Rooster Feather appeared as a demon again recently?" Shanhe asked.

"I heard that the Academic Affairs Office is looking for role models recently. How can a bully like Jin Liang dare to pick up balls of wool?" Li Xiaohui replied disdainfully.

"Brother Qiu, Datou said that your mother works at the post office. Yesterday, I heard from my father that someone went to the police station to report a crime and lost a stamp album worth tens of thousands of yuan. Are stamps that valuable?"

"Yes, why not? My mother heard from a colleague that Blues tickets are auctioned on Hong Kong Island. Each ticket costs tens of thousands of dollars! Monkey tickets are also quite precious."

"Here, is it true? If it's so valuable, then your mother has so many stamps in the post office, why didn't she issue them!" Li Xiaohui was amazed.

Shan He looked at Li Xiaohui with disdain: "Little Liz, can you speak out of your mind in the future? There are places across the country where you can't buy stamps. According to what you say, the people across the country have already rushed to be well-off, and they are still struggling!"

"Brother Qiu Bage, your mouth is getting more and more venomous. I'll just sigh, you won't stop yelling!" Li Xiaohui pinched Shanhe's neck.

Hahaha, everyone laughed.

"No kidding, if any of you have a hobby of collecting stamps or want to send letters or something, you can really come to me. There was a time when my mother's work unit didn't pay wages but stamps. I still have a few stacks at home." Shanhe He opened Li Xiaohui's hands and said.

"From what you said, it turns out that only a few stamps are worth money, so how about collecting wool?"

"A bunch of illiterate people! Next time I will take you to my master's house to show you what stamp art is."

"Is your master the former director of the Cultural Affairs Bureau? He was let out of the farm with my grandpa. I heard from my grandpa that your master was so fast that he could catch up with rabbits. Everyone called him Yu Taibao." Yuan Datou gossiped. road.

"Ah, my master was even sent down! I only know that he seemed to have been criticized by his students."

"I also heard my dad say that when he was a child, he saw a warehouse manager being caught and paraded through the streets because a portrait was gnawed by a rat." Li Xiaohui also said in an improvised manner.

"The most brutal thing I've ever heard. At that time, students were always armed when fighting in groups!" The fat man gestured exaggeratedly.

A group of teenagers cannot understand the boyhood of their parents. But they are all curious about their parents’ teenage experiences.

Four junior high school students with different personalities chatted with each other for most of the afternoon. Time here is pure, there are no selfish distractions, and there is no need to be utilitarian.

If the thoughts of the elderly are horizontal, the thoughts of middle-aged people are vertical, and the thoughts of teenagers are crisscross.

They are imaginative and ignorant.

I haven’t learned accidents yet, and I haven’t fixed my class yet.

Just like a flower that has just bloomed, it has not been eaten by insects or seen butterflies fly. Even if it sometimes contains a few drops of dew, it does not prevent it from blooming colorfully.

We are all so beautiful as teenagers.