Rhapsody of Entertainment Rebirth

The rain during the Qingming Festival is dense and long. Those who like it feel like a gentle touch, affectionate and graceful, while those who hate it seem to think it is the tears of the earth, sad and long.

Shanhe returned to northern Fujian in the drizzle after the Qingming Festival. His sister's attachment made him forget about the prosperity and splendor of the city and quietly enjoy the tranquility and peace of the small county town.

Shanhe followed Han Han's suggestion and began the arduous reading of "Zizhi Tongjian". The entire classical Chinese text made Shanhe extremely uncomfortable. It often took two or three days to read one page, requiring constant thinking and reference.

All success does not come out of thin air, and memories of past lives cannot bring exquisite skills and rich heritage to Shanhe.

Now that we have chosen and embarked on this path, Shanhe must move forward without hesitation. Taking this difficult-to-read ancient text as a mountain peak, the mountains and rivers are trying to climb upward.

Yu Zhengchong saw Shanhe's efforts and learned that Shanhe was struggling to learn classical Chinese, so he approached the old director of the cultural center.

The old curator was born in the 1920s, received enlightenment in a private school, and did not receive modern education until he was fifteen years old. He has a profound foundation in classical Chinese, so he is most suitable to be Shanhe's classical Chinese teacher.

Yu Zhengchong asked the old director about Shanhe's study of classical Chinese, and the old director readily agreed.

Therefore, Shanhe became the old director of the library as his teacher of classical Chinese, and gave him two classes every weekend, in the morning and in the afternoon.

Thanks to his mentor, Shanhe quickly improved his reading quality and speed. Two months later, Shanhe was able to read ancient Chinese books relatively comfortably.

Only then did he discover that there was a treasure trove of ancient texts hidden in the old curator's study.

"Guwen Guanzhi", "Cai Gen Tan", "Six Chapters of a Floating Life" and so on, the mountains and rivers sank into the ocean of books.

Time flies.

The end of the semester is here, and Class 1 of the third grade of junior high school has entered the tense final period of the high school entrance examination.

The most painful ones are those students whose grades are neither good nor bad. Sadly, Shanhe and his five best friends are all among them.

"I haven't been to the game arcade for two months. Why haven't I come yet for the high school entrance examination?" Li Xiaohui shouted to the sky.

Miss Zhou was tutoring Yuan Datou and Feng Jingliang on their math exercises, while Shan He was holding "Gu Wen Guan Zhi" and looking at it leisurely.

"Shanhe, you are so comfortable! Look at us, the papers are almost like dogs." Yuan Datou said resentfully.

Shanhe glanced at him, "How about you read my book and I write the test paper?"

"forget it."

Old Feng raised his head and looked at it, "Qiu Daxian, you are going to go to high school in Shanghai next semester. There are no exams in high school. Now you are reading the Book of Heaven all day long. What will you do in high school?"

"Take one step and take a look. Anyway, if you want me to be like you now, it's impossible!" Shanhe replied.

"Okay, I won't irritate you here anymore, I'll go home and you continue!"

Today is a good day for Wu Zhiwei, his novel is finalized. He took the thick manuscript and walked towards Yu Zhengchong's home.

On the way home, Shanhe met Wu Zhiwei, "Uncle Wu, I'm so happy that the manuscript has been revised!" Shanhe asked.

Wu Zhiwei raised his fist, "It's finally finished, my first novel! Regardless of whether it can be published or not, my wish has finally come true."

"Congratulations, I will go to my master's house to take a look later." Shanhe was happy for Wu Zhiwei. He had written this book for nearly two years, and the revision was extremely difficult.

Half an hour later, Shanhe walked into the master's yard and saw Wu Zhiwei and Yu Zhengchong chatting happily. Shanhe stepped forward to pour water for the two of them to make tea.

"Xiaohe, come on, your Uncle Wu is complaining, tell him how you came here in the first place, haha..." Yu Zhengchong laughed.

Shanhe refilled the tea for the two of them, "When I was revising the third draft of "We Are Young," I was so confused that I couldn't sleep well. Writing a book is a kind of enjoyment, but revising it is really a kind of torture."

Shan He poured a glass of water, took a sip and continued: "Later, Aunt Qu asked me to leave it alone for a few days and examine it with the emotions of a bystander. Editor Zhao also said that only through constant doubt and denial can the author make progress. , the content will be rich.”

Wu Zhiwei understood and agreed: "That's good. This time, I also feel my progress, as if I have shed a thick layer of skin."

Shanhe refilled the tea for the two of them again, "Uncle Wu, I've always been curious about how you came to write a story thousands of miles away. Can you tell me?"

Shanhe's question made Wu Zhiwei silent for a long time, his expression suddenly became confused and long, he unconsciously picked up the tea cup, and the hot tea suddenly made him wake up, "It has been almost ten years, and I had just started working at that time. An extremely accidental The accident caused me to live with the herdsmen in the pasture at the foot of Tianshan Mountain for nearly a year."

Wu Zhiwei stopped and thought for a moment, "In this year, I experienced resentment, doubt, anger, loneliness, collapse, etc., and I also grazed, hunted, and moved with the herdsmen. I even encountered a snowstorm while changing places. The herdsmen Three people died, including the person I liked..."

Wu Zhiwei was immersed in memories for a while, unable to extricate himself, kept talking and feeling sad.

"Later, I came back, but it seemed that I was still riding a horse in the pasture on that mountain!" Wu Zhiwei finished his story with red eyes.

The three of them were silent for a long time.

Yu Zhengchong sighed: "Sometimes reality is more fantastic and cruel than the book! Xiao Wu, you have written all of them into a novel, it's time to let go."

Shanhe was shocked by Wu Zhiwei's account, not only because of his experience, but also because of what he said about the life of herders and the dangers of the frontier.

He didn't expect that the uncle next door who usually likes to joke would have such a sad past.

Everyone is a book, and every life is a legend!

It took Shanhe two days to read Wu Zhiwei's novel. He couldn't comment because he read it with Wu Zhiwei's past and was easily moved and shocked.

"Master, where did Uncle Wu's books go?" Shanhe asked Yu Zhengchong.

""Flower City". The second draft was submitted once. I should be able to pass it this time, but I feel that the emotion he invested is too subjective and the rhythm is a bit messy." Yu Zhengchong replied.

"Why don't you vote for "Harvest"? Aunt Qu can still help a little."

Yu Zhengchong replied: "Xiao Wu lacks confidence, but I recognize his choice. Sometimes talent determines everything!"

Yu Zhengchong continued: "Xiaohe, sometimes people do things not for profit or success, but for recognition and self-needs. You are still young and you have succeeded, but don't be fooled by success. In the end, interests and success are useless. , the most important thing is to find yourself.”

Yu Zhengchong's words pulled Shanhe out of his suspension for nearly half a year.

Shanhe quietly reflected in the old curator's study.

A few days later, the high school entrance examination began, but Shanhe did not participate.

Some parents were waiting outside the school to accompany their children.

In this era, technical secondary schools and normal schools are still an option for rural teenagers.

The No. 1 Middle School in Northern Fujian even had to forcibly select the top 50 students in the high school entrance examination to ensure the source of high school students.

For people living in a small and remote county like Minbei County, most parents only hope for their children to pass the exam and ensure a stable job in the future.

Moreover, the cost of studying in technical secondary schools and normal schools is much cheaper than attending high schools.

In the last life, Shanhe was admitted to the Water Conservancy Vocational School. But by the time he graduated from secondary school, the country no longer assigned jobs, and his studies were meaningless.

Shanhe gave a warning to several best friends before they applied for the exam. Fortunately, they all chose high school.

Thinking that in two months, he will say goodbye to the people and things here, some people will leave his life, and then move forward in parallel.

Shan He was a little sad and came to the school gate for no reason, waiting for the end of the exam with his parents.