Rhapsody of Entertainment Rebirth

The only thing that left an impression on Shanhe during the Spring Festival Gala in 2002 was the sketch "Selling Cars" by Uncle Zhao and Fan Wei.

After watching this classic program with his family laughing, Shanhe helped grandma move the dumplings to the kitchen.

"This magical city doesn't even allow firecrackers to be set off during the Chinese New Year, which makes the Chinese New Year a bit boring." Qiu Dahai complained as he watched the TV.

"Brother Qiu is right. The Chinese New Year atmosphere in big cities is indeed much worse than that in my hometown. We have no relatives and friends here, and none of our neighbors are familiar with us. It is impossible to have the lively and joyful atmosphere in our hometown. Qiujiang, next year How about we go back to our hometown for the New Year?" Yu Zhengchong also asked Qiu Jiang sadly.

Qiu Jiang nodded, "Dad, teacher, next year we will go back to our hometown to celebrate the New Year. We have spent two New Years in Shanghai in a row, so it's time to go home to celebrate the New Year."

"That's good, my hometown has already started opening the door and setting off cannons at this time. It's much more lively than here!" Qiu Dahai said, patting his thigh.

"Xixi, where are those fireworks sticks that dad bought for you? Go get them. Let's put out some light without hearing the sound in the yard!" Qiu Jiang said to his daughter.

Qiu Chuxi couldn't wait any longer. She took out the fireworks sticks from the cabinet in the living room and shouted to the kitchen, "Brother, come quickly, we are going to set off fireworks."

Shanhe pulled Grandma, and the whole family waved the fireworks sticks in the yard, talking and laughing loudly. Qiu Chuxi ran around with the barking Doudou, and from time to time he used fireworks to scare Doudou, making clear laughter.

The New Year's Eve of 2002 passed like this.

Early in the morning on the first day of the new year, Shan He was woken up by Qiu Chuxi. She was eyeing her brother's lucky money.

Most of the New Year's money from other family members cannot reach her, only her brother's can hide part of it.

As soon as Shanhe opened his eyes, he saw Qiu Chuxi's big watery eyes, "Brother, I wish you all the best in the new year, success in your studies, great sales of your new books, and lots of wealth!"

"Well, your New Year's greetings are well written. I received them from your brother. I also wish you success in your studies and all the best!" After saying this, Shanhe lay down again, deliberately teasing his sister.

Qiu Chuxi quit, and jumped on the bed without taking off her shoes, lying on the quilt, "Brother, don't pretend to be asleep, my New Year's money is here, I will withdraw half of it first, you can't tell mom!"

Shanhe deliberately slapped his forehead, "Oh, I forgot, Xixi, how about I replenish it for you later?"

Qiu Chuxi squeezed Shanhe's cheek with her small hands and said coquettishly: "I don't believe it, my brother will never forget his sister. My brother is the best brother in the world, brother~"

"Haha..." Shanhe laughed out loud at his sister lying on him, "Okay, okay, it's on the bedside table. Get it yourself."

"Yeah!" Qiu Chuxi jumped out of bed and started tinkering secretly in front of the bedside table, "Brother, I'll pull out half of it, don't let it slip!"

"I don't say it's okay, but you can't spend money randomly, otherwise you won't want me to bring you anything in the future." Shanhe warned his sister.

"I know, I have to save up!"

Seeing his sister jumping out of the room, Shanhe smiled, stretched, got up and washed up.

After a while, Shanhe also received red envelopes and New Year's money from everyone in the family, and the new year began with New Year greetings to the elders.

Shanhe spent the whole morning answering and making phone calls, and the number of people greeting him and calling him increased as he grew older.

Even when Hu Ge came to the door, Shanhe just joked and threw him into the room to move around freely.

But his gains were not small. Not only did he receive red envelopes from his family, but he also plundered many good things from Shanhe's room.

After lunch, Shanhe had some leisure time.

"You are getting busier and busier now. I just heard from Xixi that you have started writing a new work again. I really admire you. How do you find so much time? I have not had an easy time during the six months since I was in theater!" Hu Ge sat on the edge of the bed and asked with a sigh.

"Old Hu, you are still so bad at playing games. You have trained such a strong swamp hero like a logistics expert." Shan He looked at the game screen left by Hu Ge on the computer, "Time is like water in a sponge. I can always squeeze in some, and I’ve been in a hurry these past six months!”

"Did Lao Han call you? He's almost become a missing person?" Hu Ge walked to the computer, picked up the mouse and started sliding, "There's no time to play games. I hate swamp heroes the most, except for steel plates. Useless.”

"It's just a dish. I made so many excuses. Han called me in the morning. He was still the same as before, pretending to be cool and then hung up after a few words." Shan He replied contemptuously.

Hu Ge let go of the mouse and said with memories: "Sometimes I really miss the first two years of high school, where I didn't have to worry about anything. With friends like you and Lao Han, I can't find that feeling in college. By the way, Tang Yan, are you still in contact? She was chasing you back then."

"I haven't contacted her for a long time. I don't know her situation. Everyone has their own things to do when they grow up, so it's normal to have less contact." Shan Hebian replied while operating the game.

Hu Ge suddenly laughed, "That's right. News about you and Hollywood stars is everywhere. Tang Yan may have given up."

Shan He turned his head and rolled his eyes at Hu Ge, then changed the subject, "Have you ever played a role in a theater? Do you have any chance to practice?"

"What a heck, you're just too busy studying theory and practicing basics. Our performance department has a quota for students to drop out. Almost all the girls in our class have gained weight. Do you know why? It's too stressful!" Hu Ge complained angrily. road.

"It's all the same. My head is getting big from memorizing books!"

The two began to complain to each other about all the dissatisfaction in college.

Just as I was squirting, the door was opened with a "Peng" sound, "Brother, why don't you always answer Aunt Qu's call on your cell phone?"

"From now on, when there are guests at home, I have to knock on the door. I have grown up a lot!" Shanhe glared at his sister with dissatisfaction, "I don't know where I put my phone. It should be in the bathroom. Lao Hu, you can do whatever you want. I'll pick it up. Telephone."

Shanhe looked at his sister's grimace and walked out of the room.

"Hey, Aunt Qu, something's up. Didn't you call me on the phone this morning?"

"I just received the notice that the Magic City Writers Association is holding a Spring Festival group meeting the day after tomorrow. You have been invited, and it is probably difficult to refuse."

"I know, I will go and go through the motions! I'm not a member of the Writers' Association, so I can just join in the fun!"

"You will be soon. I heard that Wang Meng has recommended you. You will be eighteen this year and will soon become the youngest member of the Chinese Writers Association."

"Oh, let's talk about it then."

"That's it, I'll pick you up the day after tomorrow."

"Okay, bye, Aunt Qu!"

On the third day of the Lunar New Year, Shanhe came to the Garden of Cupid again. The place was exactly the same as a few years ago. The statue of Cupid still stood in the garden, but the season was different and there were no flowers blooming around it.

Shanhe walked into the foreign-style building and soon saw Wang Anyi, who was already the chairman of the Magic City Writers Association, "Shanhe, Qu Ling, you are here, let me introduce you!"

During the introduction and greetings, Shanhe met Zhao Changtian, the old president of Germination Magazine.

Due to the occasion, the two did not talk much about old times. After a few simple greetings, the group visit began.

A very normal process, the leader gives a speech, summarizes the results of the past year, and looks forward to the prospects for the new year.

The names of mountains and rivers are constantly mentioned.

Then, representatives of outstanding writers came to the stage to speak. Since Shanhe was not yet a member of the Writers' Association, he didn't need to speak and just sat there quietly in a daze.

The Spring Festival group visit of the Writers Association ended in peace, and Shan He and Qu Ling were left behind by Wang Anyi.

In the office of the chairman of the Magic City Writers Association, Wang Anyi, Zhao Changtian, Qu Ling, and Shanhe were sitting around the coffee table.

Wang Anyi poured tea for several people, "Shanhe Quling, I have nothing else to do with you here. I just want to reminisce and chat. The four of us are quite destined. We haven't seen each other twice this year. We should have a good chat if we have the opportunity!" "

Zhao Changtian picked up the cup and took a sip of tea, and said with a smile: "An Yi is right, Qu Ling and An Yi are good friends, Qu Ling and I have been colleagues for many years, and now I work with An Yi in the Writers Association, Shanhe Needless to say, the three of us have watched him grow up, one level at a time, and he is almost reaching the peak!"

"When I look at Shan He, I think of that little boy who stood on the stage to receive the award. In just a few years, he has become a world-class writer. It's incredible!" Wang Anyi said while looking at Shan He.

Shanhe felt a little embarrassed, "Teacher Wang is overly praised. It was just the right time and luck. There is still a lot of difference between me and my seniors."

Zhao Changtian said with a smile: "It's all polite words from acquaintances. Saying you are great is not to flatter you. Look, you have poached the backbone of our magazine. But in retrospect, the fate between you and Qu Ling is indeed It’s very deep, Qu Ling, do you still remember the first time you saw Shan He’s summer diary?”

Qu Ling also laughed, "How can you forget that I cut off his beard from another column?"

"Haha..." Zhao Changtian laughed and said, "I remember you came to my office with Shanhe's manuscript. Although you didn't say it clearly, your look was determined by the appearance of that manuscript, and then you ran all the way away. After a trip, a young genius unexpectedly appeared!"

Qu Ling looked at Shanhe and said, "To be honest, when I called Shanhe, it was his father who answered the phone. I hiccupped in my heart. Isn't this child cheating? His father is a Chinese teacher. Don't look at it. Don’t worry about it!”

After hearing this, Shanhe raised his head and looked at Qu Ling. There was also this matter. No wonder he had to travel all the way. "Aunt Qu, you never said this. You will know that I am not deceitful when I meet you?"

"Hi, when I first saw you, I knew that you were different from ordinary children. You couldn't fake what you saw in your eyes. At that time, I felt that you gave me an indescribable complex feeling. He is mature, independent-minded, and a little bit melancholy, which cannot be faked." Qu Ling recalled with a smile.

Shanhe smiled coquettishly, wasn't it? I had just been reborn at that time, and I hadn't fully entered the drama yet!

"Qu Ling, your aura has increased since you stopped working as an editor at Moya. You have a strong-willed attitude that has completely overshadowed your original literary aura." Wang Anyi teased Qu Ling.

"Anyi, please don't laugh at me. I was forced to go on the shelves and forced myself to do it. I don't dare to compete with our chairman!" Qu Ling responded with a smile.

"It's all the same, they were rushed to the shelves!"

Zhao Changtian watched the two women start bickering and asked Shanhe: "Shanhe, I have read "Under the Zhengyang Gate". The writing is plain and vivid, with flavor, and the white space is appropriate. The level is very high. How is it? Do you have any new works?" Got an idea?"

Shanhe looked at Qu Ling and replied: "I just had an idea. The story is still being conceived. I don't dare to show my shame and say it out now. It's quite messy."

"It's true, Qu Ling, what I said at the beginning was right, you're a prolific writer and a quick shooter!" Zhao Changtian sighed to Qu Ling.

"Shanhe, your talent is truly amazing. After I finished writing "Song of Everlasting Regret", I was in recovery for a year and couldn't think of anything to write. You kept writing one after another, it's unbelievable!" Wang Anyi also said in surprise! sigh.

Shanhe didn't reply, he just smiled and touched his head. I was reborn as a cheater. Pictures pop up in my mind from time to time. What can I do?

The four of them talked until dinner. During this period, Wang Anyi asked Shanhe about the award-winning situation of Country M, and also introduced Shanhe to the Chinese Writers' Association. It seemed that Shanhe's joining the Writers' Association was a certainty.

Shanhe has no objection to joining the Writers' Association. It's normal to have good and bad things in the system. Just be a late learner and learn from the bottom up. Live in a low-key manner and do things in a high-key manner!

After a simple lunch at the Magic City Writers Association, Shanhe left the Garden of Cupid.

Standing at the intersection of Julu Road, I looked back at this place I had longed for before turning around and leaving.