Rhapsody of Entertainment Rebirth

On the day of the semi-finals, Shanhe visited all the senior players one by one.

Looking at this youngest reviewer present, all the leaders in the fields of education and literature can be said to be happy and mixed. They are happy that there are successors to Chinese literature. What is complicated is that not only the successors are coming, but also the successors of the successors are coming.

After accepting the praise and encouragement from the seniors, Shanhe walked into the examination room.

The rules of the competition are to ask questions on the spot and write on the spot. Each contestant’s questions are different.

This requires contestants to have agile thinking and deep skills, and even a certain speed.

When the exam began, the judges set questions for each contestant, distributed paper and pens, and reminded them of the rules.

Shanhe was not a judge. He stood aside and looked around, but he couldn't find the face that should be familiar to him.

Is there any mistake? Did I slap away a future iconic figure in the field of literature?

Shanhe suppressed his doubts and stood quietly in the corner of the examination room, watching the literary teenagers writing furiously.

Shanhe didn't need to be here today. The purpose of his coming was to meet Han Han and witness the infancy of the great god. Unexpectedly, I missed it, and the mountains and rivers were puzzled.

Shanhe felt a little lost and couldn't help but recall all the things in his previous life.

Quietly walking out of the examination room, Shanhe rubbed his forehead. Han Han didn't refer to it. Is it because of me? Fortunately, Aunt Qu had already noticed Han Han and would not miss out on a good talent.

Shanhe was about to walk back, when a father and son came to the door. The father looked anxious and the son looked ugly.

Shanhe took a closer look and saw that a familiar boy was here.

The father and son explained to the staff the reason for being late, hoping to continue entering the venue to compete. But the staff rejected their request on the grounds that they were too late.

After listening for a while, Shanhe walked over. "Are you a contestant?" Shanhe asked.

"Yes, the car we built broke down halfway. I was not late on purpose. Can I continue to compete?" Han Han did not recognize Shanhe.

"It's true that you came too late, and entering now won't bring good results. Let me go and talk to the organizing committee to see if I can give you a separate test." Shanhe said to Han Han and his son.

"Excuse me, who are you?" Father Han was a little doubtful.

"My name is Qiu Shanhe, and my pen name is Shanhe. Uncle, don't worry, I'm not a liar."

Han Han looked at the mountains and rivers in disbelief, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. "Hello, my name is Han Han."

Shanhe smiled at Han Han, "Uncle, please wait for a while, I'll go find someone."

Shanhe turned around and walked towards the venue.

The father and son stared at Shanhe's back intently. "This is Shanhe, you are really young and extraordinary!" Dad Han sighed.

"Well, it's unusual." Han Han nodded in agreement.

"Xiao Han, you have to learn from others. Looking at his interviews, his words are full of arrogance, but in person he is so humble, eager for justice and righteous. It's extraordinary!"

"Dad, I don't dare to compete with him now, maybe in the future." Han Han was indeed confident.

Father Han patted his son's arm and breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Have a rest. Shanhe is right in rushing here. There will be no good results if you take the exam. Just wait for Shanhe's reply!"

The father and son sat down on the steps and waited. After a while, Shanhe came over with Qu Ling.

"Aunt Qu, this is Han Han, and this is Han Han's father." Shanhe introduced to Qu Ling.

Qu Ling stretched out her hands to hold Han's father's right hand and introduced herself: "I am Qu Ling from Sprout Magazine. Han Han once submitted an article to our magazine and it has been accepted."

When Dad Han heard this, he quickly held Qu Ling's hands back and said, "You are the music editor of Germinal Magazine. I have long admired your name. Hello, I am Han Han's dad."

"Aunt Qu, they were late because their car broke down. Please see if you can postpone the test again." Shanhe begged for Han Han.

"Xiaohe, you take Mr. Han and Han Han to sit in the office at the venue, and I'll go find the organizing committee."

Shanhe watched Qu Lingfeng leave angrily and led Han Han and his son into the office.

Shanhe poured tea for the two father and son, "Uncle Han, Han Han takes a sip of water and takes a moment."

The two of them took the water glasses and sat down. Dad Han asked, "Shanhe, where are you?"

"Uncle Han, I am just a guest invited by the organizing committee. Seeing that I am young, the seniors made an exception and allowed me to come over and learn from each other with my peers."

"Shan He, you are so humble. They all have to learn from you."

Han Han, who had been silent until now, asked: "Shanhe, how long did it take you to write "We Are Young People"?"

Shanhe looked at Han Han and replied: "It was very difficult to write. It took nearly ten months, not counting the time to collect materials."

Han Han pondered for a while, "You are one year younger than me. I admire you for writing such a novel that is suitable for all ages!"

Shanhe laughed and pretended to whisper to Han Han: "Aunt Qu told me about you. She said that we are the two swords in her hands, extremely sharp. Haha."

Han Han stared at the mountains and rivers in amazement, slowly feeling a sense of sympathy. "Shanhe, I am also writing a novel about students, parents and teachers, which is a bit sensitive."

Shanhe felt Han Han's trust, "I'm not sensitive at all! As long as it reflects real issues and allows people to reflect on it, it's a good article, but sometimes you have to hide your edge. It's too helpful and hurts others and yourself!"

Han Han nodded thoughtfully.

"I'm very happy that you can believe me. There are too few authors of our age. I'll keep in touch from now on. It's too weird to call you by your full name. I'll call you Lao Han, right?" Shanhe said sincerely.

"Old Han, why do you feel like you are calling me dad!"

Hahaha…

"I will also come to Shanghai to study in Shanghai next semester. We can chat more when I have time in the future. I also have a good friend in Shanghai. I will introduce you to him then." Shanhe said to Han Han.

The two were chatting happily when Qu Ling came back and said calmly to Han Han: "Han Han, I will give you a separate test in a while, come on!"

Han Han and his son were overjoyed and thanked him profusely.

"Aunt Qu, Han Han said that he is writing a novel. Do you have time to help review the manuscript?"

Qu Ling asked Han Han in surprise: "Han Han, if you have an outline, I can help you with it."

Dad Han was overjoyed when he heard about it. Dad Han was also a literature lover. He had heard of Qu Ling's name, and the mountains and rivers were the results of her excavations.

Han Han also looked satisfied after being recognized by the editor of Sprout Magazine. "Editor, I will send it to you when I get home."

"Okay, I believe you. I've read your article. You're so talented. Keep up the good work!" Qu Ling encouraged.

At this time, the staff came over to notify Han Han to prepare for the competition. Leaving Dad Han resting in the office, the group walked into the arena.

The examination room had been cleared, leaving only a few wooden tables.

Editor Zhao and several judges came over, discussed for a while, brought a glass, crumpled a piece of paper into a ball, stuffed it into the glass with water, and said only one sentence: "On this topic, you write Bar."

After just over an hour, the paper ball sank to the bottom of the cup, but Han Han's article surfaced.

"Looking into the cup".

Finally back on track.