Reborn in the world, starting from looking for relatives for Zheng Juan

In the Zhou family, Lu Tian is no longer an outsider.

In addition to being Zhou Rong's boyfriend, not only was Zhou Bingkun his spiritual mentor, but Zhou Bingyi also often communicated with him and discussed his experiences.

After Hao Dongmei found out through Zhou Rong that Lu Tian had a birthmark on his left armpit and that he had type O blood, she felt a little more close to Lu Tian. Unknowingly, she regarded Lu Tian as her own relative.

Other families spend New Year's Eve playing poker and mahjong, but the Zhou family's New Year's Eve is very different.

Lu Tian, ​​Zhou Bingyi, Hao Dongmei, Zhou Rong, and Zhou Bingkun, five young people in their twenties, sat together and thought about the future.

Although there were more high-pitched talks, several young men and women absorbed nutrients and sublimated their realm from the high-pitched talks.

"Brother Lu, after the Spring Festival, my brother and I will report to the Construction Corps. The outline of my new book has been released. Please help me take a look.

If it works, I will start writing." Zhou Bingkun said.

"Bingkun, I'm only thirty today, and it's half a month before my fifteenth. Why are you so anxious?" Zhou Rong said with a smile.

"It's only been half a month. It may not be easy to get them together. Now that everyone is here, I also want to hear your opinions."

"Bingkun, bring it here and let us look at it together and help you come up with ideas," Zhou Bingyi said.

"Okay, brother."

After saying that, Zhou Bingkun entered the hut and soon took out a stack of letter paper.

Sitting on the chair, he said seriously: "Brothers and sisters, you are all talented people. Listen to what I say and give me lots of advice."

"Okay, don't be silly." Zhou Rong patted Zhou Bingkun on the shoulder.

"Then I'll say it.

Brother Lu is right, in this booming era, we should create works from the booming era.

The newly created storytelling is adapted from the novel "Lin Hai Xue Yuan" written by modern writer Qu Bo."

Hearing this, Hao Dongmei said: "I have read "Linhaixueyuan", which describes the battle to suppress bandits in the Northeast in the early days of the Liberation War. Bingkun, how did you come up with the idea of ​​adapting this book into storytelling?"

"Sister Dongmei, I was inspired by the martial arts that Brother Lu Tian told me.

The text structure, narrative style, and character design of "Lin Hai Xue Yuan" are very consistent with the traditional aesthetic taste of Chinese folk martial arts and legends.

If the main heroes are shown in major conflicts and thrilling plots, and their actions are moderately exaggerated, they will inevitably appear legendary.

And the length is appropriate, whether it is adapted into storytelling or allegro, it can attract the audience.

More importantly, the story of "Lin Hai Xue Yuan" takes place in our land of Northeast China, which can resonate. If you join the Corps Art Troupe and perform this show, you will definitely be welcomed."

Zhou Bingkun said in one breath.

Lu Tian nodded after hearing this, "Bingkun, you are already enlightened, you don't need me to teach you anything more.

This idea is very good, especially "Weihu Mountain" can produce very good jokes.

However, I would also like to remind you that in the current environment, when creating art, you must not have any special tendencies, you know?"

"Brother Lu, if you say this to me every time, my ears will get calluses." Zhou Bingkun said with a silly smile on his face.

"Bingkun, what Lu Tian said to you is good, you must remember it. If you can't remember it, don't join the art troupe." Zhou Bingyi looked serious.

"Brother, I remember."

"Then show me the outline. If I think it doesn't work, you can delete it, you know?"

"Brother, I'll give you a hard time. Don't delete everything for me. It's not easy to create, so please be merciful." Zhou Bingkun scratched his hair.

…

Unknowingly, it was almost eleven o'clock. Zhou Rong said: "Lu Tian, ​​it's almost eleven o'clock. Go and bring Feng Yue back."

"Okay, I'll go right away," Lu Tian said.

"Sister, if Yueyue comes back, the house will be too crowded. If I can't, I'll stay at Brother Lu's place at night, so I can stay here."

"That's okay. You and Lu Tian will bring Yueyue back first, and then we'll talk."

"Okay, sister." With that said, Zhou Bingkun and Lu Tian left home.

When they arrived at Zheng Juan's house, they saw Feng Yue bundled up and standing at the door from a distance.

Seeing Lu Tian and Zhou Bingkun, Feng Yue hurriedly ran forward and said, "Brother Lu Tian, ​​you are lying."

"Why did I lie to others?" Lu Tian bent down and asked.

"You said you would pick me up at eleven o'clock, and it is already ten past eleven. Isn't that a lie?"

Feng Yue's words made Lu Tian amused, "Yue Yue, I said I would pick you up at 11 o'clock. I left home at 11 o'clock. Of course I have some time here."

"Yes, does that mean?" Feng Yue looked confused.

"Of course, that's what I mean." Lu Tian smiled.

At this time, Feng Huacheng also came over and asked: "Lu Tian, ​​Zhou Rong didn't come here?"

"No." Lu Tian replied angrily.

Feng Huacheng was a little disappointed, "That's right. I have several new works, all about Jichun. You can take them back and let Zhou Rong have a look."

After speaking, Feng Huacheng handed Lu Tian an envelope.

Lu Tian took the envelope and said, "Teacher Feng, I will bring it to you. I will take Feng Yue away first and bring it to meet you early tomorrow morning."

"Okay, okay." Feng Huacheng nodded repeatedly.

"Brother Lu, let's go quickly."

Feng Yue seemed to be in a hurry to leave, pulling Lu Tian and Zhou Bingkun along with him.

"Okay, the road is slippery, let me hold you and walk." With that, Lu Tian picked up Feng Yue.

Watching his daughter go away, Feng Huacheng couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Why is fate so unfair?

The person you love has drifted away from me, and now even my daughter doesn't want to care about me.

I didn't do anything wrong, why should I suffer such torture?

I wish this continent and the world would be so beautiful without him.

But Lu Tian is younger than himself, more handsome than himself, and equally talented.

What do you compare yourself to him for?

Thinking of this, Feng Huacheng was speechless and choked.

I stood in the cold wind for a long time, until my feet were numb from the cold, and then I returned to the house.

…

After the Spring Festival, Zhou Bingyi, Zhou Bingkun, and Hao Dongmei left Jichun together and went to the Construction Corps.

A few days later, Zhou Zhigang also boarded the train to the southwest and left Jichun.

During the Spring Festival, the bustling Zhou family suddenly became deserted.

Zhou Bingkun went to the Construction Corps, and Zhou Rong met the employment conditions and reported to Jiangliao Publishing House.

The editor-in-chief of Jiangliao Publishing House is Shao Jingwen, a veteran, a knowledgeable and affable elder.

In addition, before Zhou Rong came to the publishing house, Ma Shouchang and Qu Xiuzhen also sent messages to Shao Jingwen through others, asking him to take care of Zhou Rong.

If the chief has something to say, he will naturally pay more attention to it.

After working for a period of time, Shao Jingwen discovered that Zhou Rong had strong writing skills, so he arranged for her to work in the editorial department to collect manuscripts and proofread texts.

The two tasks of manuscript collection and word proofreading were not very intensive, and Zhou Rong had more time to read. Especially the foreign language books collected by the publishing house, Zhou Rong couldn't put it down.

Zhou Rong was so happy that she could finally use the English that Lu Tian taught her.