Rhapsody of Entertainment Rebirth

In the kitchen, Xie Meiyu and Mrs. Xie were choosing dishes while sharing interesting stories about the post office.

Mrs. Xie turned around to observe Xie Meiyu's expression, then took the broken long pea pods. "The day before yesterday, I heard from Xiaoqiu that Xiaohe's painting skills have improved a lot. He even drew comics by himself?"

"Really, I also saw Xiaohe's paintings. Didn't he take his sister to the countryside for a while? What he painted was about playing with his sister." Xie Meiyu responded enthusiastically.

In the past two days at work, she and her colleagues often showed off that her son had become more sensible. "Xiaohe has become a lot more sensible these days. I heard from his grandmother that he started taking care of his sister early in the morning. He also drew comics, wrote stories, and took care of her." I'm so happy that I can still help his grandparents with some housework. Mistress, these two days, I've been stamping the postmarks and trying to get something out of them."

"Boys, they are skinny when they are young, and they grow up in the blink of an eye."

Xie Meiyu scooped up cucumbers skillfully, "You know that Xiaohe used to be very annoying, Madam. She was crazy outside all day long, and her clothes and pants were not clean, and she didn't pay attention to her studies. I took Xixi with me, so how could I have time to keep an eye on her? Yes. Lao Qiu looks very fierce, but in fact he doesn’t want to take care of the child at all. I used to be so worried."

"I used to say that Xiaohe is a spiritual child. Lao Yu said that Xiaoqiu used to be more naughty than Xiaohe. Don't you think he also came from the countryside?" Mrs. Xie turned on the gas valve, "Xiaohe will be in the second grade of junior high school next semester. Come on, I think I’ll let him come to Master’s house to study after dinner, and I can teach him more about painting when I have time.”

"Teacher's wife, I don't even know what to say. Xiaohe has already troubled you enough before. If you and Teacher Yu hadn't sent Xiaohe to the hospital last time, I really don't know what would have happened." Xie Meiyu looked at Mrs. Xie gratefully. .

"You and your wife are still talking about this. Our two families have a close relationship. I also like the two children Xiaohe and Xixi very much."

In the courtyard outside the house on the other side, Qiu Jiang sat at the stone table and handed the brewed tea to Yu Zhengchong, "Is Xiao Wu still in the study?"

"Look at you, you have to be calm when things happen. You don't know who Xiao Wu is. You let him figure it out." Yu Zhengchong took the tea cup and tasted it briefly.

"Your wife is right, Xiaohe is enlightened. The diary is creative and novel from the beginning, the story is eloquent, and the love for family is revealed between the lines. It is full of aura. I think it can be published. Let’s give it a try, Xiao Wu is quite familiar with this aspect, let him give his opinion later.”

Qiu Jiang was stunned as he held the teapot. This would be published. He didn't know whether to be happy for his son or sad for himself.

"Brother Jiang, your family is going to produce a genius. I am ashamed of the writing of the essay. The writing may be a bit childish and rough, but its spirit is vivid on the page. It is not only the interesting things about the countryside in childhood, but also popular science. It contains various animals and plants, mixed with some folk customs. Especially the emotional world outlined in the article is fascinating." Wu Zhiwei started shouting under the courtyard wall.

"This is still the first draft, right? It's not finished yet, right? The whole rural life is only half revealed and it's already amazing. The inserts are also very vivid and creative, suitable for all ages. Just based on this half, it's amazing. It’s as good as a popular science book for children.” Wu Zhiwei took the tea and drank heavily.

"Don't I want to ask your opinion? You have submitted a lot of manuscripts and are familiar with various newspapers and publishing houses. Where do you think there are better opportunities to invest?" Yu Zhengchong looked at Xiao Wu who looked excited.

Wu Zhiwei put down the tea cup, wiped the corners of his mouth, and thought for a few minutes before replying: "Teacher Yu, Brother Jiang, I think "Sprouting" is quite suitable. It has a large circulation and is good at discovering new people. It is mainly aimed at young people." . It’s just that this is a novel magazine, and I don’t know if the subject matter of Xiaohe will suffer.”

"Hey, isn't this still a half-finished product? I didn't even think about publishing it or anything. I just wanted you to check and see if Xiaohe has talent and whether he has the hope of inheriting his father's wishes. Let's talk so soon. I can’t believe it when the article is submitted for publication!” Qiu Jiang said gratefully to Xiao Wu.

After Wu Zhiwei listened, he put down his tea cup and said to Qiu Jiang with some solemnity: "Brother Jiang, we have all been on the road of literature, and we all know how talented this road is. Your son Qiu Shanhe is the most talented I have ever seen. Yes, we must not let it go to waste, maybe we will all witness the rising star of Wenqu in Northern Fujian County!"

"I said, Xiao Wu, why are you more excited than Xiao Qiu? Xiao He is only in the second grade of junior high school next semester. He is very young and has a long time ahead. Young people should calm down and don't put so much pressure on Qiu Jiang and Xiao He right from the beginning. Come, drink tea ." Yu Zhengchong took over the words with a hint of reproach, "Don't talk about this during dinner. We still need to consider Meiyu's thoughts. She is not a literary young man. Let's wait until Xiaohe finishes writing."

Shanhe had no idea about the entanglement his diary brought to the three literary lovers. In this perfect summer, one day led to the next, and every day he lived a life of incomparable fulfillment and happiness.

The cicadas chirping on the treetops at the entrance of the village are getting louder and louder. Midsummer is slowly leaving. The ears of rice in the terraced fields have turned golden, and the harvest is just around the corner.

After grandpa finished clearing the accumulated water in the fields, Shan He looked at his grandpa reluctantly: "Grandpa, after harvesting the rice in two days, Xixi and I will go back to the county town. Can you and grandma come to the city after finishing the farm work?"

"Xiaohe, grandpa can see that you have gone through things and overcome obstacles. You are not old at this age, but in grandpa's generation, some people your age have to support their families. Grandpa is uneducated, isn't it? I know a few words, but I can't speak horizontally or vertically, but grandpa knows that once a person is born, how can he not suffer without suffering? The past is over, don't hold it down, suffer!" Qiu Dahai touched Shan He's forehead. , put his arms around his grandson’s still immature shoulders.

Shanhe hugged Grandpa tightly: "I know, Grandpa, it's okay. I don't know how good it is now!"

"That's good. I trust my grandson. Go home. Your dad is coming tomorrow. He's been very busy these days. He looks like a monkey. I don't think he's holding anything back." Grandpa Qiu Dahai said to him. Qiu Jiang never had anything nice to say.

Shanhe laughed, grabbed his grandfather's rake and put it on his shoulder, "My dad saw my writings and drawings and thought they were very good, so he wanted to take them out and let others see them too."

"He is discerning. My grandson is a young teacher. Look at the kids in the village who don't listen to my grandson. I think you teach literacy more freshly than the teachers in the village." Qiu Dahai was extremely confident in his grandson. Grandparents and grandson walked toward home in the sunset, chatting and laughing.

In the next two days, the Qiu family entered the hardest and most intoxicating harvest years for farmers. The mutual assistance and cooperation that have been passed down for thousands of years have made the whole village return to their warehouses, and the air is filled with the fragrance of rice and pickled fish.

"...The terrace base has completed its mission for a year. Sister Rice buried her body in the fertile soil, but left the numerous fruits to the world. After the cold wind passes, they will meet again, and that will be another story." Shanhe Connecting several animals and plants together into an entire rural world.

Shanhe finished his summer diary.

Looking at the stories and comics, Shanhe no longer has confusion and emptiness. This is the world he lives in, a real and warm world worth his efforts.

He titled his first book: From City to Field, It Was a Different World.