Rhapsody of Entertainment Rebirth

At noon two days later, Shanhe, carrying his sister and a group of little carrot heads, drove the team's buffalo to the main road at the entrance of the village.

My sister's hearty laughter circled my ears back and forth, and Shanhe's emotions were like the tuft of mane on the tail of a buffalo, flying back and forth, swaying up and down.

Life is so beautiful and fate is so generous, how could I let it down!

"Xixi, we've reached the intersection. Why did you promise your brother just now that you'll come down and leave by yourself!"

"Okay, then I'll keep the big straw hat and the canned fish. You have to tell grandma that Xixi caught the fish by herself." Little Chuxi obediently slid down the back of Shanhe, "Hey, that's Dad. I saw it, brother, brother, that's dad, dad is back again." Little Chuxi shouted excitedly.

Qiu Jiang strode forward and picked up little Chu Xi, kissing her little hand, "Xixi, you are so happy to see your father. You are such a good girl of mine. Your father brought you a big bag of QQ candy. Come on, do you want to kiss her? Dad, please?"

"Dad, didn't you say you won't be free until next week? Didn't the graduating class of No. 1 Middle School stop making up classes? My mother didn't come with you?" Shanhe looked at his father overjoyed.

"Mom, the work unit is very busy recently, so it's hard to ask for leave all the time. I have changed classes with other subject teachers, so I have to go back in the afternoon."

Qiu Jiang held his daughter in his arms, listening to her bragging and showing off, waiting for his son and a group of carrot heads to drive the cattle back to the pen.

Watching my son skillfully separate the cattle, drive the cattle, put down the fence, and spread dry straw, I couldn't help but praise: "Xiaohe, you can do this well, your cattle are good, your father and I are only at this level."

Shanhe smiled when he heard this, "Grandpa said that when you were a kid, you were herding cattle. After you came back from playing and slept, the cattle were still soaking in the river. Even the whips used to drive the cattle couldn't drive you away."

"... Don't always listen to your father's nonsense. Your father's grades were among the best when he was a child. The commune secretary used me as an example... Boys, please go home. Don't mess around. In the afternoon, go to your Haiye's house to share some sweets. Xi Xi, let’s go home for dinner, haha.”

Every time my father goes back to his hometown, grandma is very happy and always greets her with all kinds of greetings. It would be strange if she doesn't pamper the only Miaomiao left.

Qiu Jiang is the second eldest child in the family. He originally had an eldest brother and a youngest brother. The past years were full of disasters and famines, and medical care was extremely poor, so they both died due to different reasons.

People of their generation have experienced hardships, witnessed turning points, and always have feelings in their hearts. These are fertile soil for literature. With seeds, water and sunshine, beautiful flowers can sprout and grow.

When Qiu Jiang was young, he was particularly fond of writers of the same generation such as Mo Yan, Chen Cun, and Ma Yuan. Unfortunately, his seeds were of the wrong variety and only sprouted but did not bloom.

After discovering that his son was very talented and couldn't even sit still, he stayed in the city for two days and immediately changed shifts and rushed back to his hometown.

Just after lunch, Qiu Jiang pulled his son into the room, "Xiaohe, dad wants to discuss something with you. Can dad take your diary and illustrations back to the county first and give them to Master Yu and Xiao Wu?" Uncle, take a look."

Although Shanhe had already planned to hand the diary to his master for reference after school started, he never expected his father to come in such a hurry, "Dad, I haven't written half of it yet. I've already made a list, and the drawings are very rough. You How can I continue writing if I take it away!"

"This is not easy. Look, the diary your dad and I bought for you has big pages and big white pages, which is also convenient for you to draw inserts. You can write the manuscript in the next two days, and dad will finish it in two days. The log will be sent back to you."

Qiu Jiang turned over the new diary on the table and showed it to Shanhe, "Dad thinks you have a talent for writing, but I'm afraid he's too subjective. I want Master Yu and Uncle Wu to help me with it. Xiaohe, you like writing. ?"

"Of course I do," Shanhe replied resolutely: "I enjoy the writing process by being able to put my own feelings and knowledge into words."

"That's alright, Xiaohe, don't think about anything else. First, carefully plan the catalog according to your own wishes. You are still young, and your mother doesn't agree with my idea. Don't tell your mother yet! Just sort out the diary. , I’ll take it away in the afternoon.”

Qiu Jiang was very excited when he heard his son's answer without thinking. He is worthy of being my son. His ideas are exactly the same as yours and mine. No wonder I can't write. This talent has been passed down to his son.

Qiu Jiang hurried back to the county town, passed through the house without entering, and knocked on Teacher Yu's door with his son's diary in his pocket.

"Teacher Yu, this is Xiaohe's country diary. Please take a look at it."

Yu Zhengchong was born in the late 1930s and just retired from the position of director of the county cultural bureau this year. He was the mentor of Shanhe's father, Qiu Jiang.

As an old man in his sixties, he has gone through many years of hard work and has also worked as a substitute teacher in a remote mountain village.

Qiu Jiang particularly respected his character and ability to recognize people.

More than ten years ago, Yu Zhengchong had denied Guo Qiu Jiang's dream of being a writer because of the mechanical rigidity of his writing, the disordered overall rhythm, and his lack of talent.

The fact is just as Yu Zhengchong expected, Qiu Jiang has not been able to bloom even a little red flower in his nearly ten years of writing career.

"Look, you're already dozens of years old and you're still so frivolous. Why, you've degenerated into a monkey again. Didn't you say the day before yesterday that we would discuss this matter before school starts? On the other side of Meiyu, I think you can't handle it. ." Yu Zhengchong put on his reading glasses and teased Qiu Jiang with a ridiculous look on his face.

Yu Zhengchong was skeptical of this protégé's judgment, because he had seen Qiu Jiang's past enthusiasm and read about his poor writing. "It seems your literary torch has not been extinguished!"

"Teacher, please stop laughing at the students. Aren't I thinking about the future of the child? Well, besides, this child Xiaohe grew up in front of you and his wife, so you have to work harder!" Qiu Jiangyi He rubbed his hands helplessly.

Yu Zhengchong took the diary and opened the title page. A childlike cartoon came into view. Two big swallows led two little swallows flying back to the old swallow's house from the north. The swallows are drawn in an anthropomorphic way, and their expressions are relatively exposed. Yu Zhengchong can identify them at a glance, especially the one that represents mountains and rivers is still sick. "Honey, come in and take a look. You taught me well. Xiaohe can even draw a plot!"

Mrs. Xie, who was watering flowers in the outer hall, pushed the door in and took the diary from Yu Zhengchong's hand, "This is drawn by Xiao He. I have never taught him to draw comics. He has been learning lines and layout. Although the brushwork is still very childish. It's rough, but this painting is vivid and vivid, and I have used all the things I learned. Look, Lao Yu, I have long said that this kid Xiaohe has talent! I didn't make up my mind before, but now that it has happened, look at this spiritual Just came out.”

Mrs. Xie continued to flip through the diary, and gradually became serious about it, forgetting Yu Zhengchong and Qiu Jiang.

Yu Zhengchong glanced at Qiu Jiang in surprise, "Honey, look, this is what Xiaoqiu brought over and asked me to check it for Xiaohe. Otherwise, I'll pass by first."

"I have seriously taught children to draw, what are you proud of!" Mrs. Xie replied disapprovingly, but still handed the diary back to her husband, "Xiaoqiu, Xiaohe is enlightened. The emotions in the article It is stronger than the picture. If you cultivate it well, you may become a great writer in the future.”

"Ah~" Qiu Jiang was shocked by Mrs. Xie's words of praise, and turned back to look at Yu Zhengchong.

"Leave the book here, you go back first, come over for dinner with Meiyu in the evening, and we'll talk about it then." Yu Zheng rushed Qiu Jiang home without even looking up.

"Meiyu doesn't agree with letting Xiaohe take the path of literature." Qiu Jiang looked confused.

"Look at your potential. With me and your wife here, what are you talking about? Bring a bottle of good wine over here tonight!"

"Don't you still look like a teacher? Xiaoqiu, don't pay attention to him. Don't worry about Meiyu. I'll explain it to her for you."

"If a child has talent in this area, he should be nurtured more. We happen to have this condition. You can ask Xiao Wu to come with you for dinner." Mrs. Xie answered her husband's question.