The world of film and television begins from childhood

There were two people standing behind the cart, a woman who looked very old, and a very young woman.

"Hello, would you like to buy some candied haws?"

When Zheng Juan saw someone coming to her stall, she immediately asked with a smile on her face.

Zhou Chen looked at the young woman in front of him. With her special hoarse voice, he could almost confirm that she was his target, Zheng Juan.

Zheng Juan was wearing a worn cotton-padded jacket, her face was dry and red from the wind, there was a black mole on her lips, and she had two pigtails, which did not look very pretty at all.

But if you look closely, you will find that her facial features are delicate and her eyes are big and bright, giving people a soft and fragile feeling.

"How much does it cost?"

"Two cents."

Zhou Chen was stunned after hearing this. He had lived for so many years, and although he had seen one-cent and two-cent coins, he had never used them.

A string of candied haws costs two cents, and a hundred strings only cost two yuan. But it is hard to say whether one can sell a hundred strings in a day, not to mention the cost has to be deducted.

The key point is that in this era, money is not the most difficult thing. Food coupons, meat coupons, industrial coupons, etc. are more difficult to obtain.

People who don’t have a household registration and a job cannot get these tickets at all.

From this we can see that Zheng Juan and her family of three really had a hard life, otherwise she would not have followed Tu Zhiqiang in the TV series, and even when she knew that Tu Zhiqiang had problems, she was unwilling to leave.

"Give me a bunch."

"Ok."

Zheng Juan swiftly took a string of candied haws for Zhou Chen and took two cents from him.

Zhou Chen took the candied haws and did not stay. He smiled at Zheng Juan and left.

Zheng Juan has been found, and there will be plenty of opportunities to contact her in the future. There is no need to be so anxious. The top priority now is still work. It is getting late, so he has to go back and prepare.

Zheng Juan did not disappoint him. Although she did not look good now, that was without any make-up. She believed that she would look completely different after making up.

People all admire beauty. If there is a pretty one, they will definitely not choose the ugly one.

The candied haws were not delicious, but Zhou Chen had not been eating well these days, so the candied haws gave his mouth a different taste.

The next day, at about the same time, Zhou Chen came to the cinema again.

"Give me a bunch of candied haws."

Zheng Juan looked up and saw Zhou Chen's familiar face. She was a little surprised, but still quickly took a string of candied haws.

Zhou Chen paid the money, smiled at Zheng Juan, and left again.

Day three...

Day ...

the fifth day;

"A bunch of candied haws, thank you."

It appeared at almost the same time for five consecutive days, making it hard for people not to remember it.

This time, Zheng Juan did not take the candied haws immediately. Instead, she looked at Zhou Chen and asked, "Do you like candied haws very much?"

This was not the first conversation between Zhou Chen and Zheng Juan, but it was the first time they talked about something unrelated to business.

Zhou Chen asked: "What's wrong? Can't I buy it if I don't like it?"

Zheng Juan shook her head: "No, it's just that I ate too many candied haws, which is bad for my teeth."

Zhou Chen laughed immediately. Zheng Juan was really interesting. She sold candied haws, but she said that eating too much candied haws was bad for teeth.

What a simple and kind girl.

"It's okay, my teeth are fine, I will come again in the future, let's go first."

Zhou Chen picked up the candied haws and waved at Zheng Juan: "By the way, my name is Zhou Bingkun, and I live in Guangzi Pian."

After saying that, he turned and left. Zheng Juan watched silently until Zhou Chen's figure disappeared.

"Juan'er, this young man, he seems to like you."

Aunt Zheng, who had been standing nearby and had been silent, suddenly spoke to her daughter Zheng Juan.

Zheng Juan immediately said shyly: "Mom, don't talk nonsense, it's impossible, who would like me?"

Aunt Zheng sighed, "Juan'er, don't say that. You are so pretty and sensible. It's my incompetence that has dragged you down."

In fact, Zheng Juan could have gone to the countryside, but she was worried about her elderly mother and blind brother, so she avoided going there.

But because of this, she could no longer find a job and had no household registration, so her life became extremely difficult and she could only follow her mother to set up a stall.

"Mom, don't say that. If it weren't for you, Guangming and I would have died long ago. I should be filial to you."

Life was very hard, but Zheng Juan never complained. She just wanted to make her mother and brother live a better life through hard work.

Aunt Zheng changed the subject: "The young man just now said that he lives in Guangzi Pian, which is next to our Taiping Hutong. Juan'er, how about I go back and ask around?"

She knew very well how difficult it was for people like them who did not have a city hukou to survive here. If they wanted to change their current situation, they could only find a man with a city hukou and a job.

But she also knew that things were not that easy.

So when she saw that Zhou Chen seemed to have a good impression of her daughter, she couldn't wait to find out.

Zheng Juan became even more shy: "What's there to ask, Mom? Don't say anything."

Of course she also wanted to find a good man, but she knew better that with her conditions, she was not qualified to choose.

The man just now looked young and not bad looking. Most importantly, he lived in Guangzi area, where everyone had urban hukou and the living conditions were much better than those in Taiping Hutong.

In the next few days, Zhou Chen did not go to the cinema to buy candied haws because the weather was bad and it was too far and too troublesome to go back and forth.

Zheng Juan felt a little uncomfortable after not seeing Zhou Chen for several days. Although she had no hope in the first place, she still felt sad when Zhou Chen really didn't show up.

Zhou Chen found the location of the publishing house by asking around. After spending a few days there and asking many people, he confirmed that Shao Jingwen is now the editor-in-chief of the magazine.

"Golden Land" magazine is part of Jiangliao Publishing House, a formal state-owned enterprise. The fact that Shao Jingwen can serve as editor-in-chief of a publishing house shows that he is a very capable person.

After waiting for a few more days, Zhou Chen finally found an opportunity one day and saw Shao Jingwen coming out of the publishing house.

After get off work, Shao Jingwen pushed his bicycle out of the community with a frown on his face.

He has been quite worried these days. The publishing house and the magazine "Golden Land" have not had a good time in recent years because many knowledgeable people have left the company.

Although the city arranged some more people to come, to be honest, the level of those later people was much worse than the previous editors, which also led to the increasingly poor sales of their magazine.

State-owned enterprises don’t have to worry about profits, and the people below them don’t have to worry about their jobs, but for him, a responsible editor-in-chief, he is really anxious.

Recently, the content of the magazine editor has been getting worse and worse. Many things cannot be written or published. He is really in a difficult situation.

He had something on his mind, so he didn't ride the bike and just pushed it slowly.

"Teacher Shao."

Hearing someone calling him, Shao Jingwen looked up and saw a young man standing in front of him.

"็ Hello Who are you?"

The one who stopped Shao Jingwen was naturally Zhou Chen.

"Teacher Shao, hello, let me introduce myself first. My name is Zhou Bingkun, and I live in Guangzi Pian. I personally like poetry and writing. I came to you today because I wrote some poems and a story and I want you to help me review them."

"Your own poems and stories?"

Shao Jingwen's face was full of doubt. He could tell that the young man in front of him was only about twenty years old at most. How much experience could such a person have to be able to write good poems and stories?

Zhou Chen could see Shao Jingwen's doubt, but he still said humbly, "Yes, I have a literary dream, but I can't go to school now, and I don't know my writing level. I heard that you are a very famous editor in Jichun City who is willing to support the younger generation, so I took the liberty to bother you. I hope you can spare some time to give me some comments."

As the saying goes, don't reach out to hit a smiling person, let alone what Zhou Chen said so nicely.

Shao Jingwen himself was worried about the development of the publishing house, but Zhou Chen's sudden appearance aroused his interest. Regardless of whether Zhou Chen had talent or not, he was indeed interested in supporting the younger generation.

"Is that so? Then I'll help you take a look, Zhou, Zhou..."

"Zhou Bingkun, Mr. Shao, my name is Zhou Bingkun."

"Okay, come on, let's go over here."

Shao Jingwen pushed the bicycle and asked Zhou Chen to follow him to the side of the road.

"Zhou Bingkun."

Zhou Chen immediately took out the notebook he had prepared long ago from his bag, opened the page, and handed it to Shao Jingwen.

"Teacher Shao, this book contains some modern poems I wrote, and the other book contains a short story I wrote. This is a novel about family and country. Here is part of the beginning that I wrote. Please comment on it."

Shao Jingwen took the notebook, put it in front of his eyes, pushed his glasses up, and began to read carefully.

At first, he was still careless and didn't take it too seriously, but after reading a few sentences, his expression suddenly changed. He pushed his glasses up and read seriously.

A few minutes later, he was very shocked and asked Zhou Chen: "Did you really write these poems?"

Zhou Chen nodded and said, "Yes, Mr. Shao, this is what I made some time ago, and you are the first person to read it."

"Good, good, good, these poems you wrote are very good, very good."

After getting a positive answer, Shao Jingwen shouted excitedly, but soon realized his mistake and lowered his voice.

Zhou Chen felt relieved when he saw the excited Shao Jingwen. Fortunately, he developed the habit of reading after traveling through time.

Although I have not specialized in modern poetry, I have read a lot and remembered quite a bit, which are finally coming in handy now.

Shao Jingwen suddenly closed the notebook and asked Zhou Chen, "Xiao Zhou, you haven't eaten yet, right?"

Zhou Chen smiled embarrassedly. He indeed had not eaten yet because he did not know when Shao Jingwen would leave from get off work, so he came early to wait for him. Naturally, he had no time to eat.

Shao Jingwen enthusiastically grabbed Zhou Chen's hand and said, "Come on, I'll treat you to a meal, and we can talk while we eat."

Zhou Chen quickly said, "Teacher Shao, let me treat you."

Shao Jingwen said: "Okay, you should not have gone to work yet, stop talking, I know a place with good food, come with me."

Led by Shao Jingwen, they came to a restaurant, and Shao Jingwen even asked for a private room.

Seeing several dishes being served in succession, Zhou Chen quickly said, "Teacher Shao, you ordered too much."

"It's okay. I still have a lot of tickets. Just eat without worry. We can talk while we eat."

Shao Jingwen was very generous. He treated Zhou Chen to food and drink, and then took out Zhou Chen's notebook.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 552: The job is settled, Zheng Juan is excited

Some of the poems Zhou Chen gave to Shao Jingwen were excerpts from poems by famous poets in the real world, and some were poems he wrote based on his own insights.

He is very aware of his own level of poetry writing. It is estimated that the modern poems he wrote would hardly even get a passing score.

However, some of the poems borrowed are absolutely the best of the best. Even decades later, they are still widely circulated and even included in textbooks.

Those masterpieces were also carefully selected by Zhou Chen. After all, this is a special era. He would not choose any poems that involve politics in the slightest. He would naturally not choose other poems that contain explicit or implicit satire.

Shao Jingwen was completely moved by Zhou Chen's poems, especially when he saw one of them, he was so excited that tears filled his eyes.

"Did you really write this poem?"

Zhou Chen stretched his head and saw the page that Shao Jingwen was pointing to. The poem written on it was actually "Facing the Sea, Spring Flowers Bloom".

"Yes, Mr. Shao, I did write this poem."

This poem can be said to be one of the best poems in this book. Even decades later, this poem is still extremely well-known, and its meaning is even more thought-provoking.

"Okay, okay."

Shao Jingwen praised repeatedly. Although he felt that Zhou Chen should not have such experience at his age, as a writer, he also knew that sometimes writing poetry depends on talent and inspiration. A talented person, once inspired, can write a good poem.

The poem was so good that he didn't know what words to use to express his excitement.

As a literati, what he desires most is to encounter a good poem, and this poem is exactly the good poem he has always dreamed of.

In addition to this poem, there are many other poems in the book, some of which are of excellent quality.

Shao Jingwen was so excited that he almost couldn't control himself. He didn't eat a single bite and was completely immersed in Zhou Chen's work.

After reading these poems, Shao Jingwen took another notebook and carefully read the novel written by Zhou Chen.

This novel was originally written by Zhou Chen based on his own experience. It is about war, love, and patriotism during the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression.

It is definitely not feasible to write online articles in the future in this era. Fortunately, Zhou Chen's current rhetoric skills are quite good. Although it may not have strong literary value, the plot characteristics are still very good.