Entertainment Reborn Rhapsody

Chapter 4 Flags of the Fathers

At noon two days later, Shanhe, with his sister on his back, led a group of small radish heads, and drove the buffaloes in the team to the main road at the entrance of the village.

My sister's hearty laughter rang back and forth in my ears, Shanhe's emotions were like the mane on the buffalo's tail, swaying up and down.

Life is so good, fate is so generous, how can I live up to it!
"Xixi, we've reached the intersection. Why did you promise your brother just now that you'll come down and leave by yourself!"

"That's good, then I want to keep the big straw hat and the canned fish, and you have to tell grandma that Xixi caught the fish herself." Xiao Chuxi slid down Shanhe's back obediently, "Hey, that's Dad, I saw it, brother, brother, that is dad, and dad is back." Xiao Chuxi shouted excitedly.

Qiu Jiang strode forward and hugged Xiao Chuxi, kissing her little hand, "Xixi, seeing daddy so happy, she is really my good girl, daddy brought you a big bag of QQ candy, come, would you like to kiss her?" Dad?"

"Dad, didn't you say that you won't be free until next week? Didn't the graduating class of No. [-] Middle School not make up lessons? Didn't my mother come with me?" 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.

Seeing his son proficiently dividing the cattle, driving the cattle, dropping the fence, and laying dry straw, he couldn't help but praise: "Xiaohe, you can do this. The cattle are well herded. Your father and I are at the same level as me."

Shanhe smiled when he heard it, "Grandpa said that when you were young, you herded cows. After playing with others, you fell asleep. The cows were still soaking in the river. Even the whips used to drive them couldn't catch you."

"...Don't always listen to your father's nonsense. When you were young, your father's grades were always among the best, and the commune secretary always used me as an example...Boys, go home, don't mess around, go to your Haiye's house in the afternoon to share sweets, Xixi 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 was the second child in the family. He originally had an older brother and a youngest brother. The past years were full of disasters and famines, and the level of medical treatment was extremely poor, so they all died of different reasons.

People of their generation have experienced hardships, witnessed turning points, and always have a feeling in their hearts. These are fertile soils for literature, where seeds, water and sunshine can germinate and grow beautiful flowers.

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.

It was discovered that his son was talented, so he couldn't sit still. After two days in the city, he 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!"

"It's not easy. Look, the diary I bought for you from your dad has large pages, and they are all large white pages, which are also convenient for you to draw inset pages. You can type the manuscript first in these two days, and dad will write it in two days later." 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 like it," Shanhe replied decisively: "I can write my own feelings and knowledge into words, and I enjoy the process of writing very much."

"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 overjoyed when he heard his son's answer without hesitation. As expected of my old Qiu's seed, he had exactly the same ideas as your father and me. No wonder I couldn't write it. This talent has been passed down to his son.

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

"Mr. Yu, this is Xiaohe's country diary, please take a look."

Yu Zhengchong was born in the late [-]s 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 especially respects his character and ability to know people.

More than ten years ago, Yu Zhengchong denied Qiu Jiang's dream of being a writer with his mechanical and dull writing; the overall rhythm was disordered, and his talent was insufficient.

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 at you, you're already in your teens, and you're still so frizzy. Why, you've degenerated into a monkey again. Didn't you say the day before yesterday that we'll talk about this before school starts? I can't figure it out on the other side of Meiyu. .” Yu Zhengchong put on his reading glasses, teasing Qiu Jiang with a ridiculous face.

Yu Zhengchong is skeptical about the judgment of this proud student, because he has seen Qiu Jiang's fanaticism in the past, and he has also read the crappyness of his writing. "It seems that your literary torch is still not extinguished!"

"Teacher, don't make fun of the students. I'm thinking about the future of the child. Besides, Xiaohe grew up in front of you and his wife. You need to work harder!" Qiu Jiangyi He rubbed his hands helplessly.

Yu Zhengchong took the diary and opened the title page. A cartoon full of childishness came into view. Two big swallows led two little swallows to fly back to the old swallow's house from the north.The swallows are drawn in an anthropomorphic way, and their expressions are more revealing. Yu Zhengchong can seat himself right at a glance, especially the sickly one that represents the mountains and rivers. Xiaohe can draw plots!"

Mrs. Xie, who was watering the flowers in the outer hall, pushed the door in and took the diary in Yu Zhengchong's hand, "This is drawn by Xiaohe. I have never taught him to draw comics. He has been learning lines and layout. Although the brushwork is still very naive Rough, but the drawing is vivid and lively, and I have used all the things I have learned. Look, Lao Yu, I have long said that Xiaohe is talented! I didn’t settle down before, but now that I have done it, look at this spirituality. out."

Mrs. Xie continued to browse through the diary, and gradually got into it seriously, forgetting about Yu Zhengchong and Qiu Jiang.

Yu Zhengchong glanced at Qiu Jiang in surprise, "My wife, look, this is what Xiaoqiu brought here to let me guard Xiaohe, or I'll take a look first."

"I have taught my children how to draw, what are you proud of!" Mrs. Xie replied disapprovingly, but she handed the diary back to her husband, "Xiaoqiu, Xiaohe is enlightened, the emotions in the article It’s stronger than what’s shown on the screen, cultivate it well, and you’ll be a great writer in the future.”

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

"Leave the notebook, you go back first, come over to have dinner with Meiyu tonight, and we'll talk about it later." Yu Zheng drove Qiu Jiang home without raising his head.

"Meiyu doesn't quite agree with letting Xiaohe follow the path of literature." Qiu Jiang looked troubled.

"Look at your potential, with me and your teacher's wife here, what are you doing, bring a bottle of good wine 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."

"Children who are talented in this area 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.

(End of this chapter)