Entertainment Reborn Rhapsody

Chapter 37 Chapter 37: Everyone is a book
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 Qingming. His sister's attachment made him forget about the prosperity and beauty of the city, and quietly enjoy the peace and tranquility of the small county.

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 the memories of past lives cannot bring superb skills and profound heritage to Shanhe.

Now that he has chosen and embarked on this road, Shanhe must move forward without hesitation.Taking this awkward ancient prose as a mountain peak, the mountains and rivers are trying to climb up.

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

The old curator was born in the 20s, received his enlightenment in a private school, and did not receive modern education until he was 15 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 prose hidden in the study of the old curator.

"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 hall for two months, why haven't I come for the high school entrance examination!" Li Xiaohui shouted to the sky.

Miss Zhou was tutoring Yuan Datou and Feng Jingliang with math problems, while Shanhe was holding "Guwen Guanzhi" and watching leisurely.

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

Shanhe cast a glance at him, "Why don't you come and read my book, and I'll write the test paper?"

"forget it."

Lao Feng raised his head and looked, "Qiu Daxian, you will go to Shanghai next semester to attend high school. You still have to take an exam in high school. Now you read heavenly books all day long. What about 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 has been finalized.With a thick manuscript, he walked towards Yu Zhengchong's house.

On the way home, Shanhe ran into Wu Zhiwei, "Little Uncle Wu, so happy, the draft is finished!" 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 Shigong's courtyard and saw Wu Zhiwei and Yu Zhengchong chatting happily. Shanhe stepped forward to pour water for them to make tea.

"Xiao He, come quickly, your little Uncle Wu is complaining, tell him how you got here in the first place, haha..." Yu Zheng laughed loudly.

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 continued to serve tea for the two of them again, "Uncle Wu, I have always been curious about how you could write a story thousands of miles away, can you tell me about it?"

Wu Zhiwei's question made Wu Zhiwei silent for a long time, his expression suddenly became confused and long, he unconsciously picked up the teacup, and the hot tea made him suddenly wake up, "Almost ten years have passed, I was just working at that time, a very accidental The accident caused me to live with herdsmen in the pasture at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains 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 the memory for a while, unable to extricate himself, kept talking and 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 were silent for a long time.

Yu Zhengchong sighed and said, "Sometimes the reality is more fantastic and cruel than the books! Xiao Wu, you have already written them all into novels, you should let it go."

Shanhe was shocked by Wu Zhiwei's narration, not only because of his experience, but also because of the life of herdsmen 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 finish reading Wu Zhiwei's novel, and he couldn't comment on it, 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 help."

Yu Zhengchong replied: "Xiao Wu lacks confidence, but I agree with his choice, sometimes talent decides everything!"

Yu Zhengchong continued: "Xiaohe, sometimes people do things not for profit or success, but for recognition and self-needs. You are still young, so you have already succeeded, but don't be fooled by success. Benefits and success are useless in the end. , 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 senior 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.

Minbei No. [-] Middle School even had to forcibly select the top [-] students in the senior high school entrance examination to ensure the source of high school students.

For people living in the small and remote county of 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 technical secondary school.It's just that when he graduated from technical secondary school, the state 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.

(End of this chapter)