Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 418 New Work

Brother Zhenkai on the other end of the phone didn't know why, "Of course it's a good thing, the students love foreign literature so much..."

Brother Zhenkai who was talking suddenly seemed to realize something, and the words in his mouth suddenly stopped.

He thought of the students from famous schools who talked endlessly in front of him on weekdays. When they talked about America, England, and Nobel, their eyes seemed to have light, and their words were full of admiration and yearning for the West, just like a few years ago. My self from years ago.

These are the pillars of the country. The country has spent so much money to cultivate talents. Whenever they talk about their motherland and their performance when they talk about Western countries, brother Zhenkai suddenly thinks about it. Cool.

He Ping realized his gaffe, and said to the phone: "I'm a little sentimental."

Brother Zhenkai said with some seriousness: "No, your idea is right. I have personally contacted them, and many people in this generation of students have worshiped and flattered Western countries in their bones."

Having said that, the atmosphere was a bit heavy, and neither of them spoke.

He Ping thought that Brother Zhenkai would have been one of those college students if he hadn't met him, but now he is firmly on his side.

He Ping's heart suddenly surged with fighting spirit, which may be one of the reasons for his existence.

He suddenly had the urge to write, and now it was time to write "Xu Sanguan", which he had mentioned many times to Sister Wang Fu.

It is still based on Yu Hua's work, but the original work has a strong sense of resignation and fatalism. He Ping intends to show Xu Sanguan's tenacity more on the outside, so that it will be more appealing to readers.

The ending of the story also needs to be rewritten. Xu Sanguan cannot cry because his blood is not wanted. His life must be tenacious and stubborn, so as to encourage more people in difficulties.It is necessary to use the most popular writing method to write. Although Yu Hua's original writing style is already short enough, He Ping feels that he can do better.

Her husband suddenly became hardworking, and Mao Chunhua felt very uncomfortable. Usually asking him to write is like putting him to death, but today he suddenly became full of energy.

Although Mao Chunhua didn't know why, he still cooked two more dishes for He Ping in the evening, "Eat more fish to nourish your brain."

He Ping chewed the fish and felt that his wife was connoting himself. Forget it, maybe he was thinking too much.

"I see you started writing in the afternoon, are you ready to write a new novel?"

"Well, I've been thinking about it before, but now I think it's almost done, and it's time to start writing."

Mao Chunhua happily brought food to her husband, "Eat more."

After the family finished eating, Mao Chunhua went to wash the dishes, Xiao Zhuer sat in the living room and watched TV, and He Ping went back to the study to continue writing.

Suddenly there was a "chug" sound outside the courtyard gate, and it was unusually loud in front of He Ping's house, which was surrounded by silence.

Mao Chunhua went out to open the door, "Who is it?"

Outside the door, Han Zhaoshe had just parked his motorcycle and said hello, "Hi sister-in-law, I am Zhaoshe."

"Yo, is this a motorcycle? Zhaoshe can do it, they are all on motorcycles."

Han Zhaoshe's face was full of embarrassment, and his mouth was pretending to be modest, "It's all for business, just for appearance. Is Brother He Ping at home?"

Mao Chunhua suddenly caught a glimpse of a slender person occupying the side of the motorcycle.

"Here, come in. This is beside you..."

"I'm dating Zheng Wenzhi. Wenzhi, this is my sister-in-law."

It was too dark outside just now, so Mao Chunhua didn't see clearly, but when he entered the room, he found that Zheng Wenzhi was a familiar face.

Han Zhaoshe came with his partner, and she quickly poured two cups of tea for him.

"He Ping, Zhaoshe is here."

In the study, He Ping heard the sound of motorcycles outside. He didn't know which steamed buns came running over, probably there were only a few people.

He went out of the study, and as expected, he heard Han Zhaoshe's voice.

"I guessed it was you kid who came here to taunt."

"Hey, Brother He Ping, I need it for work, so it's not a shame."

Han Zhaoshe said so, but the bright expression on his face betrayed his heart.

Just as He Ping wanted to say something to him, he suddenly stopped when he saw the figure following him.

Han Zhaoshe introduced with a smirk, "Brother He Ping, my partner."

Zheng Wenzhi blushed and called softly, "Brother He Ping!"

He Ping said that he never thought that Han Zhaohui and Zheng Wenzhi would get together. It's a bit rude to say that. He Ping never thought that these two people could get along!

"When did you two happen?"

Han Zhaoshe scratched his head, "It's only been three or four months."

He Ping counted the time, didn't it just happen to be the time when Han Zhaoshe was making a fuss about refining silver?

He highly suspected that Zheng Wenzhi's instigation must be indispensable.

"You can do it, boy, and quietly chased after a flower from our chicken farm."

He Ping's words made both of them blush, and Han Zhaoshe said, "Brother He Ping, we are in love with each other."

"Yes, we are in love with each other."

He Ping asked again: "Why do you want to run away from me?"

"It's not good. I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you. Come and see."

He Ping looked like I believe you a ghost.

"Look at you, can you trust me a little bit?" Han Zhaoshe said aggrievedly.

"With your widow's mouth, who can believe it." He Ping said sarcastically.

Han Zhaoshe gave He Ping a look, the object is here, please save me some face.

"Aren't we thanking you, the matchmaker, for coming? If you hadn't recruited Wenzhi to the chicken farm, we wouldn't have gotten married."

He Ping received a message from Han Zhaoshe, okay, his date is here today, so give him some face.

"Thank you and come empty-handed?"

"I'll give you a big red envelope when you get married."

"Then I'll be waiting for the red envelopes from you two." He Ping said with a smile.

Mao Chunhua said: "This is really a destined marriage. If He Ping hadn't recruited Wenzhi, you two wouldn't have known each other. It's really fate."

Han Zhaoshe answered, "That's right, why don't you say Brother He Ping is my lucky star."

"Stop flattering. Wenzhi, if this kid dares to bully you, just tell me and I'll help you deal with him."

Zheng Wenzhi has been very restrained since entering the door, which is very different from her previous personality performance, which may be the reason for her shyness.

"Hmm." She nodded slightly.

"Don't talk nonsense, the two of them are fine, and you don't need to meddle in your own business." Mao Chunhua said angrily.

"Didn't I just mention him, I think this kid is really floating now. By the way, when did you buy that motorcycle?"

"I've bought it for more than a month, it's the Liming brand."

"If you earn money, keep a low profile and save yourself from cleaning up." He Ping urged.

"I'll pay more attention in the future."

Han Zhaoshe knew that He Ping was doing it for his own good, but sometimes this kid couldn't control his restless heart.

He Ping didn't bother to talk about him anymore, he didn't always have a long memory if he didn't suffer.

(End of this chapter)