Rhapsody of Entertainment Rebirth

After making an appointment to write letters to each other, the three of them waved goodbye at the bus station.

The next day, Shanhe came to the magazine to discuss post-match matters. In front of a group of big guys, he was just a rookie, hiding aside and listening to the impassioned speeches of his seniors.

The winning articles from this competition will be compiled into a collection and published, and key universities will also select candidates from the list and provide recommended places. It can be said that the standards of this competition are extremely high and the platform is huge.

After the discussion meeting, Shanhe was invited to visit the Magic City Writers Association.

So, Shanhe walked into this exotic garden house.

The former owner of this place was the Liu family compound of Liu Jisheng, the brother of Liu Hongsheng, who was famous in the old city and was known as the "Coal King", "Wool Spinning King", "Cement King", "Match King" and many other great kings in China.

Designed by the famous Hudec at the time, it is said to have cost 200,000 silver dollars, took seven years, and covered an area of ​​several thousand square meters. It was completed in 1931.

Liu Jisheng gave it to his married wife as a gift of love for her 40th birthday. The statues of Bhikkhu and Psyche, the gods of love, in the courtyard are beautiful witnesses that still stand today.

It’s just that the ivy that is now covered with it has covered up all the luxury in the past, adding a unique temperament of vicissitudes of time to it.

Walking past the fountain where the statue of the God of Love stands, and following the paths hidden in the green, the mountains and rivers entered the literary core of the metropolis, the Magic City Writers Association.

This place is much older than Shanhe expected. When a few people went upstairs, the wooden stairs even made creaking and friction sounds.

Following in the footsteps of his seniors, Shanhe walked into the Liaison Office of the Writers Association.

"Come and see, this is Shanhe, our talented little writer. Aren't everyone curious about him?"

Shanhe hurriedly said hello to all the elders, "Dear seniors, I am Qiu Shanhe, an ignorant young man who loves literature."

Wang Anyi, the only one who was familiar with her, said: "When I entered the essay contest, I said this kid was incredible. It's only been a year, and look, he's already photographed us!"

Ha ha…

"Come and count his works, three books in two years, several excellent articles, mountains and rivers, tell us old antiques how you quickly selected the topic for the book?"

Shanhe scratched his head, usually he didn't think he could write fast. "Well, these are things that happened around me. I don't know how to express them. I just felt touched and wanted to write them down."

"That's good, but it's just the people and things around us! We have been assimilated into a fixed mindset. Trivial matters go by in a hurry, and we don't follow our heart at all!"

"Shanhe, I read "Children Who Came from the Stars". It was written very delicately and touchingly. But..."

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Throughout the afternoon, Shanhe had a lively conversation with the seniors of the Writers' Association. These famous literary figures gave him many suggestions and opinions.

They also discussed the future development of literature in China.

There was even debate over the country's prospects for rise.

The arrival of mountains and rivers has brought a touch of vitality to this quiet and elegant old manor.

When Editor Zhao led Shanhe out of the Writers' Association, the sun was already only orange-red, and the Garden of Love was enveloped in it, looking warm and soft.

"I agree with your judgment. The accelerated pace of life will lead to changes in cultural forms, and literature needs to change to adapt." Editor Zhao told Shanhe.

Shanhe responded: "Uncle Zhao, I didn't say that. I just said that now everyone is busy making money and has no time to read books, TV, and movies. They are more intuitive and vivid than novels, and they save time."

Lao Zhao smiled and did not continue the topic. "I heard that you want to be a film director in the future?"

"Isn't it good? Uncle Zhao, when I write books, I turn the plot into scenes and pictures in my mind and show them one by one. I film what's in my mind. How great!"

Old Zhao looked at the young man who was talking to himself, "The situation of movies is not good now. You see, I haven't been to a movie theater in several years."

Shanhe didn't dare tell Lao Zhao that the box office of future movies would be in the billions.

“It’s only when the situation is bad that someone needs to change it!”

Hahaha…

Lao Zhao laughed and said: "You Qiu Shanhe are so arrogant, okay, I will watch you change."

Two days later, the award ceremony of the first New Concept Competition was held. This competition finally selected one first prize, five second prizes, and ten third prizes.

As a guest, Shanhe and several judges awarded honorary certificates to the third prize winners.

After the award ceremony was completed, almost all the dozen winners came to Shanhe to sign and pay attention. Except Han Han.

Han Han and Han's father were sitting in the back row of the venue talking about something when Shanhe came over. "Hello, Uncle Han!"

Father Han stood up when he saw Shanhe coming. "Hello Shanhe, thank you for your help so that Han Han can participate and win the prize."

"Uncle Han, I am friends with Han Han now, you have to treat me as your senior. Aren't you saying this to make Han Han laugh at me?"

Dad Han didn't know what to say for a moment, "You young people chat, I'll go out and calm down."

Shanhe sat down next to Han Han, "I will go back to northern Fujian tomorrow. Write me a letter when you have time. Of course I will write to you too."

"I will!"

"When the time comes, help me make more reading lists. I find that I still read too few books!"

Han Han thought for a moment and said, "Let's see how Zhi Zi Tong Jian looks like!"

"This one is okay, but there are too many. If you read it carefully, you probably won't be able to attend the class." Shanhe responded.

Han Han looked at Shanhe as if he were an idiot, "Aren't you counting down? Why are you still in class!"

"Listen to Lao Hu's nonsense. I am an outstanding student with all-round development of moral, intellectual, physical, artistic and physical skills. This is the comment of our class teacher." Shanhe protested.

Han Han said distrustfully: "Then you still have a special move?"

"I came from northern Fujian to the devil's capital, but I couldn't get in even if I wanted to!"

Han Han said: "I always watch it in class!"

"Then what are you doing after class?" Shanhe asked.

Han Han looked at Shanhe again with an idiot's eyes: "Of course it's for fun after class!"

Shanhe is speechless, you are awesome, you are awesome.

Shanhe sighed and said, "I promised my mother that I would go to college."

"is this necessary!"

"There's none!"

"Have it!"

"No! Okay, you're right." Shanhe voted.

Han Han was silent for a while and said: "I guess I haven't been in school for long, and the teachers think I am a black sheep."

"Haha!" Shanhe responded with a smile: "I can't give you any advice on this, I'm a good student!"

Before Han Han could answer, Shanhe continued, "But it's better to stay as long as you can. You're not allowed to write school novels. You can just be a bystander. It's wonderful to watch others perform."

Han Han raised his eyebrows and said, "You are so boring!"

"You saw through it, haha" Shanhe stood up, "Let's go, Old Han, see you next semester."

Han Han looked at Shanhe's retreating figure and grinned.