Rhapsody of Entertainment Rebirth

The news that Shanhe won the award quickly spread in the county and caused a sensation in this small mountainous county.

During this period, Qiu Jiang and his wife lived a happy and painful life. Their ears were filled with compliments and inquiries. Dozens of budding magazines at home were all divided up by relatives and friends.

Shanhe returned to his hometown in the countryside and escaped the torrent of compliments and flattery.

"Grandpa, this is the radio I brought you from Magic City. It can be pinned to your waist. The one you originally had was too stupid and old. I also bought a down jacket for you. This one is very warm." Shan He said from the box I kept taking out the gifts for my grandparents.

Grandma complained with joy, while Grandpa played on the radio, "I heard from your dad that you won a grand prize and are number one in the country?"

"Well, just the prizes I won for writing and drawing at home in the summer." Shanhe replied.

"My grandson is so awesome. How many people are there in the whole country! It's amazing. Blessed by our ancestors, this is a Wenqu star!"

Life in the countryside is peaceful and happy, and there is freedom here that you cannot experience in the city.

If you look at the mountains, you can go into the mountains; if you look at the rivers, you can go into the water. Everything can be experienced with the body.

Mountains and rivers wash away the impetuousness left in the city, forgetting the complacency brought by honor. Get lost in the daily hustle and bustle.

The New Year comes in the blink of an eye, and the sound of firecrackers breaks the tranquility in the mountains. Rows of bacon and sausages under the eaves exude the smell of the Chinese New Year.

My sister was running amidst red dots of firecracker debris all over the floor. My grandfather was teasing her and laughing. My mother was dragging my father and grandma to chat and be busy in the kitchen. Shanhe was among them.

The long-lost Chinese New Year, the long-lost atmosphere of joy!

Shan He spent his first New Year after his rebirth in the laughter of his family.

In the few days before returning to the city, the family spent time visiting relatives and friends for New Year greetings.

The craze for Shanhe to win awards gradually subsided. There are only a few words of praise that can be said over and over again. If you say too many words, everyone will become bored.

On this day, Fatty and several others came to the door together and pulled Shanhe out.

"Qiu Daxian, you really want to become an immortal! You can do this kind of thing. You are number one in the country. I feel dizzy just thinking about it." Li Xiaohui couldn't hold it in any longer.

"It's so well hidden that we didn't even know it had been published for several months!" Yuan Datou sighed quietly.

"Is the Magic City fun? I heard there are warships on the Bund. Tell us about it!"

"Go to my store and tell me that no one is eating during the Chinese New Year. My dad is the only one here. Let's go to the private room upstairs to interrogate Qiu Daxian!"

Shanhe, who was surrounded, said helplessly: "Why don't you just get a prize? Do you want to be so excited? In the capital city, you can say, go to Feng Jiezha's store. By the way, I also bought you comic books and pencils. Box, I’ll get it.”

A few middle-aged teenagers were sitting in a hotel room chatting. During this period, Feng Jie's father also served snacks and drinks, congratulated Shan He, and asked Feng Jie to bring some with him.

After saying that Shanhe went to the Magic City to win awards, several people jointly criticized Shanhe and asked him to sign various compensations.

"Qiu Daxian, you have to be careful about Miss Zhou when school starts. I met her yesterday and she said she wanted you to look good when school starts. How did you offend her?" Yuan Datou asked.

"I dare to offend her! Isn't it because she keeps asking me to submit articles and I ignore her?"

"Hahaha" several bad friends laughed happily.

"Old Feng, does your family cook Sichuan cuisine now? We no longer cook Hakka cuisine!"

"My parents are too busy right now, so they hired a chef. He can cook Sichuan cuisine. My dad cooks Hakka cuisine!"

“There are many Sichuan restaurants in the city.”

"The hot pot and the boiled fish are delicious. Last time Fatty and I came to try the dishes. The food was spicy and delicious."

"Okay, I'll treat you to a big meal at noon, including Sichuan and Hakka dishes. Yuan Datou, you go and call Miss Zhou and some classmates nearby. I'll go and bring my sister first."

Shanhe turned to Feng Jiezha and told him: "Old Feng told your father that if I win a treat, I must charge money. It is unlucky not to charge money. Later, you can take them to order whatever they want. I have a bonus."

The teenagers who were having dinner as hosts and guests for the first time were very excited and went out to invite their classmates. The lunch was very lively.

The new semester has begun, and a bright red banner hangs on the school gate: Congratulations to Qiu Shanhe, Class 1, Grade 2, our school, for winning the first prize in the National Youth Essay Contest.

Every time Shanhe walked under it, he felt sick in his heart. He finally realized how the fat man felt when he was angry.

Wherever he went, people were pointing at him and talking about him. He was a little shy at first, but gradually he got used to it. This is how celebrities feel. Shanhe neither likes nor dislikes them.

The serialization in Sprout Magazine has ended. There are already five boxes full of letters from readers at home.

The proofreading and typesetting of the single volume has also been completed, and the sample book will be out in the next two days.

"Shanhe, don't forget what you promised me last time? Everyone in the class will get a copy of your book, and it will be signed personally!" Zhou Xiaoou reminded Shanhe righteously.

"It's absolutely no problem, don't worry, big girl."

"You can call me a big girl. If you miss, just say it again!"

"Classmate Xiaoou, take care of him. Let him experience the miserable life of elementary school again." Li Xiaohui encouraged him.

Zhou Xiaoou glanced at Li Xiaohui, "Do you also want to recall the years when your mother chased and beat you?"

The two of them sat down and remained silent.

"Hmph~" Miss Zhou walked away proudly, swinging her steps.

"Why are you afraid of her! My boss almost thinks of you as his treasure now. You are a great writer now, don't you know. If I were you, I would just cry to Miss Zhou!"

"Little Plum, you are so mean. You want to die. Don't treat me like a mallet!"

"Hey," Li Xiaohui sighed: "We must not let her be the monitor. No, I will have a small meeting in the back row."

…

At Sprout Magazine, after the meeting was held to arrange work for the next quarter, editor Zhao called Qu Ling into the office.

"Have you read the sample booklet of "From City to Field" over at Shanhe?" Editor Zhao asked.

Qu Ling took a sip of tea and replied: "He received it yesterday. There should be no problem. It can be settled today."

"The printing factory and Xinhua Bookstore have arranged and communicated. The first printing of 300,000 copies will be out in three days, covering all southern provinces in ten days, and covering the north in fifteen days."

Editor Zhao touched his chin, "We may be too conservative. The Shanghai Education Bureau has notified primary and secondary schools to purchase popular science books, and Shanhe is also on the list. Provincial education bureaus across the country should issue similar notices one after another. With Unlike other popular science books, Shanhe is highly readable and interesting. Sales are likely to explode."

"I have already communicated with the printing factory. We can start printing at any time with just one phone call." Qu Ling responded.

"That's good!" Editor Zhao nodded, "By the way, how far is Shanhe's new book in progress?"

"The first draft has come out, but Xiaohe is still not satisfied and is still revising it."

"Today, Lao Li said that "Harvest" has been drafted too much, and it will take several months for Shanhe to be drafted." Editor Zhao said a little annoyed.

"How many months? A few months means more than half a year. It's such a long wait! Why don't we ask Xiaohe to submit works to "Flower City" and "Zhongshan"?" Qu Ling's tone was a bit high.

"Hey, people who are not from my family will always delay it. What do you think of us publishing directly?"

Qu Ling covered her forehead and thought for a moment, then affirmatively said: "Just publish it directly. After the publication of "From City to Field", the name Shanhe should already have some foundation. I believe that all bookstores will recommend it. I'll go find An Yi and the others. Editor-in-Chief, please also find some seniors to write a few prefaces and postscripts. The key is the quality of Xiaohe’s novel, but I believe in him!”

"In this way, in the next issue, you arrange an interview with Shanhe, and do some publicity for the release date of this book and the next novel. There are still some old connections in the club, so you should also look for them and try to get more This interview appeared in a newspaper. The world of a fourteen-year-old boy should be very attractive!"

"Okay, I'll make arrangements right away."

"Then we'll have to wait for Shanhe's manuscript. You can follow up more here. Let's show a talented young writer to our colleagues!"

In the Qiu family in Northern Fujian County, the family happily chatted loudly around a pile of books. Shanhe picked up a book with his name on it.

Shan He caressed the thin book in his hand, thinking a lot.

An indescribable surge was about to rush out of his chest.

I come,

I see,

Can I conquer?

Shanhe wrote on the title page: In this era, I want to shine my light!