Rhapsody of Entertainment Rebirth

After returning to the small courtyard in the county town, Shanhe reorganized the diary and confirmed that there were no contents or thoughts beyond his age. He did not want to be regarded as a monster or start his future life as an alien.

All the illustrations in the article need to be re-conceived and re-drawn. My hometown does not have the conditions for exquisite illustrations, nor does I have the guidance of my teacher.

He plans to spend some time reviewing the manuscript repeatedly to satisfy his own aesthetic standards first, and let nature take its course as to whether to submit it or not.

School starts the day after tomorrow, and the experience of his previous life has given Shan He a great burden. The unfamiliar classmates and environment made him a little overwhelmed. Maybe integrating slowly and living a low-key life is the best choice.

Shanhe was assigned to the first class of the second grade of junior high school, and lined up with many familiar and unfamiliar peers. He stood silently among the crowd, looking a little out of place as he watched their noisy chatter and fights.

The loud athletes' march is playing on the playground, and the mobilization meeting for the beginning of the junior high school is being held. There were no such scenes in his memory.

I remember that my grandfather took Shanhe home and rested for a year before restarting his education career in a rural middle school.

Standing in the crowd, Shanhe was a little confused about being one of them. He was even a little afraid of the campus life that was about to come. He was afraid that his differences would be discovered, his secrets would be made public, and his happy days would disappear with the wind.

"Class 1 of the second grade of junior high school, go this way, Qiushanhe, where are you going? You want to go to high school so soon."

Shanhe was so confused that he didn't know where to go. He only vaguely remembered the location of his father's office and subconsciously walked there.

The teacher who shouted was named Xu and his first name was Rong. She is a young female teacher with only three years of teaching experience. This is her first year leading a class.

I was deeply impressed by this young man who didn't know his direction. The father is a high school teacher in the school. He is good at basketball, but he is a standard slave to his daughter. You can often see him strolling on the playground with his daughter in his arms. Will this teacher's child bring her some surprises?

Shan He raised his head and looked at the new head teacher. The black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose made her look a few years older, but her eyes were sharp and her expression was serious, and she was definitely not easy to mess with.

Following the flow honestly, Shanhe spent the first day of school smoothly.

He did not hold any position, nor was he named. He became the most ordinary student in Class 1 of the second grade of junior high school.

Some friends with vague memories were ignored by him, and no one noticed his change.

"Dad, I went to look for you after class. When I saw you were busy, I went home by myself. I can pick up my sister later."

"Okay, you can go home by yourself from now on. It's up to you to take care of your sister." Qiu Jiang watched his son help his parents lighten the burden, and a warm current rose in his heart. "You should also hurry up and revise your diary. Your uncle Wu is waiting. Check it for you."

Xie Meiyu rewarded her son with a piece of pork belly, "Lao Qiu, you look at Dianxixi and don't eat well."

After dinner, watching their son and daughter playing at the door, Qiu Jiang and his wife sat by the patio to enjoy the cool air.

"Why do I think this is a bit mysterious? Now my son's diary is ready for publication?" Xie Meiyu asked Qiu Jiang in confusion.

"Xiao Wu is also a writer. He is a professional. If he says he can try it, there is a 50% chance." Qiu Jiang responded while making tea. "Let's not take it too seriously and don't put pressure on our children. Let's try it first without spending any money."

After handing his sister over to his mother, Shanhe went to the master's house next door. "Grandma, can you help me take a look at my drawing? I've been doing it for two days and I really can't change it anymore."

"Okay, bring it here. I'll give you some advice as promised, but I won't help you draw it." Mrs. Xie took the drawing from Shan He's hand.

"Xiaohe, how are you organizing your diary? After you finished writing last time, your Uncle Wu and I both read it. We both thought your idea of ​​using anthropomorphic methods to relate animals and plants in a world was great. It is also in line with the reading habits of teenagers, and it doesn’t feel out of place from an adult’s perspective.” Yu Zhengchong said aside.

"Your Uncle Wu thinks that you should increase the length of folk customs and write about the simple labor wisdom of our ancestors. It will not only increase the interest of reading, but also make the article appear thicker."

Shanhe recalled the scenes in the book and the pictures of rural life, and after a long time he came back to his senses and said, "Uncle Wu is really great, he is worthy of being a professional writer. Master, can you tell me more? There are many things I don't know." Understand."

Yu Zhengchong became enthusiastic about being a teacher, put down the teapot and started talking: "Xiaohe, let me tell you about bats first. Bats have always appeared as beneficial animals in Chinese civilization. In ancient times, they were on the eaves and window lattice. There is a pattern of bats, and bats are the same as blessings. When a bat enters the door, it is equivalent to blessings entering the door. It is a symbol of good luck and longevity..."

"Master, please slow down, I have to take notes and write them down."

Yu Zhengchong has rich life experience and is well aware of the customs and people in the mountainous areas of Fujian Province. At the same time, he also distinguishes the unique parts one by one.

Shanhe listened with fascination, and gradually he had a clear direction for revising the diary, and vivid cartoons were slowly taking shape in his mind.

As soon as Wu Zhiwei entered the courtyard, he saw the harmonious teaching scene of an old man and a young man. He didn't make any noise, just stood aside and listened.

After a long time, Yu Zhengchong's teaching has come to an end, and the mountains and rivers record the inspiration and inspiration it brought. I have new ideas for revising the article.

"Xiao Wu, when did you arrive? Why are you standing there stupidly!" Yu Zhengchong finally noticed Wu Zhiwei's arrival.

Shan He turned his head to look at the smiling Wu Zhiwei, and stood up hurriedly, "Uncle Wu, you are here. I just told my master how great you are, and you can see my shortcomings at a glance. I always felt that I was missing something, but I just I can’t figure it out.”

"Haha, the little monkey has turned into a little writer, Xiaohe, you are going to impress people." Wu Zhiwei teased.

"Hehe, I used to just think about it and couldn't observe what was happening around me. After working with my grandfather in the countryside for a while, I saw different things." Shanhe replied according to the explanation discussed with his father.

"You are really enlightened. You have seen what it means to be a natural talent!" Wu Zhiwei sighed.

Yu Zhengchong stopped Wu Zhiwei's exclamation, "Okay, stop saying this in front of the children. Are you busy or are you coming here for a stroll?"

Wu Zhiwei stopped joking and talked about business: "I went to find someone to inquire about the "Grudge" magazine again. The current editor-in-chief is Zhao Changtian, a famous writer. This magazine has developed extremely well in the past few years and is a leader in the field of youth literature. . Xiaohe's manuscript will be submitted to "Grudge"."

"He hasn't finalized the draft yet. You can check it after he finalizes it."

Wu Zhiwei laughed heartily, "I wish I could. When the article is published, Brother Jiang will have to set up a table in the restaurant, haha."

"Haha, according to Xiaoqiu's temperament, it won't be solved with a drink." Yu Zhengchong joked.

Shan He looked at the two selfless elders with confusion, and quietly felt the innocent mutual help between humans, which was missing in his memory for more than 20 years.

Experience is the greatest wealth in life. Every successful writer needs to accumulate, observe and invest.

The two elders are now willing to open their wealth to themselves. Shanhe is really touched. He has made a living alone for more than 20 years, and he has experienced a lot about the warmth and warmth of human beings.

"Master Yu, Uncle Wu, I will definitely work harder and not waste your teachings and care. I'm going home to revise the manuscript, and my dad will be here soon." Shanhe bowed deeply to his elders.

Looking at Shan He's leaving figure, Yu Zhengchong and Wu Zhiwei looked at each other.

"This kid will definitely be able to write. Now I'm even more sure. God is so gifted with talent!" Wu Zhiwei sighed.

The days passed by in this constant exchange, and Shanhe's first book also continued to take shape.

Finally, two days before National Day, "From City to Field, That's Another World" was finalized.

Qiu Jiang helped his son bind the thick stack of manuscripts into a volume, feeling endlessly proud in his heart. My son had created such a long volume at the age of thirteen. It lived up to expectations!