Entertainment Reborn Rhapsody

Chapter 6 Finalization
After returning to the small courtyard in the county seat, Shanhe reorganized the diary and confirmed that there was no content or thought beyond his own age. He didn't want to be seen as a monster, and he didn't want to start his future life as a strange person.

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

He intends to spend some time reviewing manuscripts repeatedly, first to meet his own aesthetic standards, and to submit the manuscript or not, let nature take its course.

School starts the day after tomorrow, and the experience of the previous life has placed a heavy burden on Shanhe.The unfamiliar classmates and environment made him a little overwhelmed.Perhaps slowly blending in, a low-key life is the best choice.

Shanhe was assigned to Class [-], Grade [-], and lined up with many familiar or unfamiliar peers.He stood silently among the crowd, watching their noisy conversation and fighting, looking a little out of place.

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 and becoming one of them, Jiang Shanhe is a little dazed. He is even a little afraid of the campus life that will come one after another. He is afraid that his differences will be discovered, his secrets will be made public, and his happy days will pass away with the wind.

"Students from Class 1 of the second year of junior high school go this way, Qiu Shanhe, where are you going? I want to go to high school so soon."

Shanhe's bewilderment made him not 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.

It can be said that 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 daughter slave. He can often be seen strolling on the playground with his daughter in his arms.Will this teacher's child bring her some surprises?

Shanhe looked up 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, so she was never to be trifled with.

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

He did not hold a position, nor was he named, and became the most common student in Class 1 of the second year of junior high school.

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

"Dad, I went to find you after class, and when I saw you were busy, I went home by myself. I can pick up my sister later."

"Okay, let's all go home by ourselves in the future. The job of taking care of my sister is my responsibility." Qiu Jiang watched his son help his parents reduce the burden, and a warm current rose in his heart, "Hurry up and change your diary, your little Uncle Wu is waiting Check it out for you."

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

After dinner, seeing their son playing with their daughter at the door, Qiu Jiang and his wife sat by the patio to enjoy the shade.

"Why do you think this matter is a bit mysterious to me? Now my son's diary has the level of being published?" Xie Meiyu asked Qiu Jiang puzzled.

"Xiao Wu is also a writer. He is a professional. If he says he can try it, then there is a [-]% chance." Qiu Jiang responded while making tea. "Let's not take it too seriously, don't put pressure on the children, try it first, and it doesn't cost money."

After handing over his younger sister to his mother, Shan He went to the teacher's house next door. "Grandma, can you take a look at my drawing? I've been working on it for two days and I really can't change it."

"Okay, bring it here, I'll give you some advice after we've agreed, but I won't draw for you." Mrs. Xie took the drawing from Shan He.

"Xiaohe, how are you organizing your diary? After you finished writing last time, your Uncle Wu and I both read it. We all think that your idea of ​​connecting animals and plants in a world in an anthropomorphic way is great. It is also in line with the reading habits of teenagers, and it does not feel awkward from the perspective of adults." 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, the pictures of rural life, and came back to his senses after a long time, "Uncle Wu is really amazing, he is indeed a professional writer. Teacher, can you tell me more? I don't know many of them. Understand."

Yu Zhengchong's enthusiasm for being a teacher came up, he put down the teapot and said: "Xiaohe, let me tell you about bats first. Bats have always appeared as beneficial animals in Chinese civilization. There is a pattern of bats, bats are the same as blessings, bats entering the door is equivalent to blessings entering the door, it is a symbol of auspiciousness and longevity..."

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

Yu Zhengchong has a wealth of life experience, and he is familiar with the customs and customs of the mountainous areas of Fujian Province, and at the same time, he can distinguish the unique parts one by one.

Shanhe listened fascinatedly, and gradually had a clear direction for the revision of the diary, and vivid cartoons were slowly forming in his mind.

As soon as Wu Zhiwei entered the courtyard, he saw this harmonious teaching scene between the old and the young.He didn't make a sound to disturb, but stood quietly and listened.

After a long time, Yu Zhengchong's teaching has come to an end, and Shanhe records the inspiration and inspiration brought about by it.There are new ideas for the revision of 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 something was missing, but I just I can’t figure it out.”

"Haha, the little monkey has become a little writer, Xiaohe, you want to impress people." Wu Zhiwei teased.

"Hey, I used to just think about playing, and I couldn't observe what happened around me. After working with my grandfather in the countryside for a while, I saw things differently." 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, don't talk about this in front of the children, are you busy or are you here for a stroll?"

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

"He hasn't finalized the draft yet, you will check it after it is finalized."

Wu Zhiwei laughed heartily, "It's what I wish for. When the article is published, Brother Jiang has 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.

Shanhe looked at the two selfless elders in a complicated way, and quietly felt the pure mutual help between human beings, which was missing in his more than twenty years of memory.

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

The two elders are now willing to open up their wealth to themselves. Shanhe is really moved. He has been working alone for more than 20 years, and he has experienced a lot of human feelings.

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

Looking at Shanhe's leaving back, Yu Zhengchong and Wu Zhiwei glanced at each other.

"This child will definitely be able to write, and now I am even more sure that God will send forth talents!" Wu Zhiwei exclaimed.

The days passed in such non-stop exchanges, and the first book of Shanhe was constantly being fully formed.

Finally, two days before the 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 13. It lived up to expectations!

(End of this chapter)