Rhapsody of Entertainment Rebirth

The weekend is here, and the Shanhe family has tidied up the house since early morning.

"Mom, I've washed the squid and put it on the stove." Shanhe shouted while looking at his mother and mistress who were busy preparing the ingredients.

"I know, it's none of your business." Xie Meiyu kept working, "Your dad and the others are waiting at the street corner to welcome guests, you should go and have a look too."

As soon as Shan He walked out of the house, he saw Qiu Jiang and the others walking towards him with an elegant middle-aged lady.

"Editor Qu, this is my son Qiu Shanhe, the author of "From City to Field". He is thirteen and a half years old this year and is still in the second grade of junior high school." Qiu Jiang took his son and introduced him to Qu Ling, "Xiaohe, this lady is Editor Qu Ling of Sprout Magazine."

Qu Ling looked at the young man in front of him who still had baby fat. He was almost as tall as him. He had a delicate face, and his eyes were eager and a little hesitant.

He is a refreshing big boy.

"Shanhe is a good friend, my name is Qu Ling, the editor of Shanghai Sprout Magazine." Qu Ling stretched out his right hand.

"Hello, Sister Qu, I am Qiu Shanhe, and my pen name is Shanhe." Shanhe did not have any stage fright, and stepped forward to introduce himself.

"Editor Qu, come in, come in. The sun is too bright outside. Could you please come all the way here?" Qiu Jiang quickly summoned Qu Ling into the yard.

"Editor Qu, this is Xiaohe's mother and grandma. They started preparing lunch early in the morning."

Xie Meiyu and Mrs. Xie also heard the sound and entered the living room. After exchanging pleasantries, they got down to business.

"Shanhe, what was your original intention in writing this book?"

"I got sick at the beginning of the summer vacation. My parents both worked and had no time to take care of my sister and me, so I sent my sister and I back to my hometown to stay with my grandparents..." Shanhe narrated his summer experience.

"Are all the illustrations in the book your work?"

"Yes, I drew it for my sister at first, and then my sister pestered me for a follow-up, so I drew more and more." Qiu Jiang handed the diary he had prepared to Qu Ling, "This is the earliest version. A summer diary.”

Qu Ling carefully flipped through the diary, "Were the later revisions made under the guidance of my father?"

Shan He raised his head and glanced at his father, "Oh no, my dad has always encouraged me. It was Uncle Wu who helped me review manuscripts and gave me suggestions. Uncle Wu is a very powerful writer. My master also told me many folk stories. and customs, and also shared a lot of personal experiences. My grandma helped me organize the drawings, and my grandma taught me how to draw since I was a child."

Shanhe told Qu Ling one by one about the selfless help given to him by his elders.

"Mr. Qiu, the magazine values ​​Shanhe's creative talent very much. Before coming, the editor-in-chief had already prepared to recommend this book to the Department of Education." Qu Ling put down the manuscript in his hand and said solemnly to Shanhe and his son.

"We at Sprout Magazine want to sign Shanhe and make Shanhe a contracted writer of the magazine. The salary will be the same as that of top young writers. The magazine will do its best to promote Shanhe's works."

Qu Ling's words made the people on the opposite side a little confused. Qiu Jiang's blood surged and his face turned red.

It was Yu Zhengchong who broke the silence, "Editor Qu, I'm very grateful to Shanhe from the magazine for taking this seriously. We still want to understand the rights and responsibilities in the contract."

"No problem, this is the contract prepared by the magazine. Take a look." Qu Ling took out the contract from his bag and handed it to Yu Zhengchong.

Yu Zhengchong and the three of them began to take turns reading the contract text, while Qu Ling and Shanhe chatted again.

"Shanhe, you are creating and taking care of your studies at the same time. Do you feel a lot of pressure?"

"Fortunately, my grades are above average, so the pressure is not great. I promised my mother that I would go to college."

"You are a smart boy. Does the school know that you write novels in your spare time?"

"I don't know. Apart from my family, my teachers, my father-in-law, my grandmother, and Uncle Wu know about this."

"Why don't you want to tell other classmates or teachers? Are you afraid they will laugh at you? Or is there some other reason?"

"My father and my master both told me not to spread the word, saying it would have a bad impact. I don't want to, well, I can't tell. Maybe I'm a little different from them."

“…”

Qiu Jiang and the other two people have already finished their discussion, "Editor Qu, the conditions given by the magazine are very good, and we are very satisfied with it. But the term is only one year, and we don't quite understand it."

"Mr. Qiu, the term "contracted writer" is also a new concept after the marketization of literature. The current practice of magazines across the country is one year. In view of Shanhe's young age, we did not assign any tasks to him in the contract. Of course, if Shanhe If there are new works during this period, our magazine will have additional rewards, and I can add this to the contract."

"Look, what else is wrong?"

Qiu Jiang and Yu Zhengchong, Wu Zhiwei looked at each other, "Nothing else for now."

"Okay, I'll leave you a copy of the contract. You can find a lawyer to review it. If there is no problem, we will call to contact you for the specific signing time." Qu Ling left one of the contracts.

"Okay, okay, thank you, editor. Could you please teach Xiaohe more?"

Unable to shirk the Qiu family's attentiveness, Qu Ling hurried back to the Magic City after having lunch at the Qiu family.

Shanhe ended the midterm exam calmly. I declined the invitations from several classmates and walked out of the campus pushing the new car that my mother had given me as a reward.

"Xiaohe, ride faster, there's someone chasing me over there!" The back seat of the bicycle suddenly sank, and the voice of my deskmate Li Xiaohui rang in my ears.

Shan He didn't hesitate and immediately accelerated towards the police station.

"I didn't catch up," Li Xiaohui gasped and said to Shanhe, "Thank you very much, Brother Haqiu, I'll treat you to fried cakes tomorrow."

Shanhe slowly stopped the car on the side of the road, "Xiaohui, what happened? Why is there still someone chasing you?"

"Jin Liang, the classmate next door, and his brother blocked me at the school gate. Did he hit me last time by sliding on the handrail of the stairs? He didn't even apologize, so I just cursed a few times?"

"For this matter, Jin Liang must be sick!" Shanhe was speechless, "Do you want to sue the teacher?"

"It's no use asking the teacher. I think Jin Liang just wants to use me as a stick. His brother is a gangster in the movie theater. The teacher can ask his brother!" Li Xiaohui said angrily.

"I heard that several boarding students in the high school were beaten and robbed of their money."

"Ah, how about I go home and tell my dad about it? I haven't even heard about it."

"You go home after classes all day, pick up your sister in the evening, and don't come to study in the evening. We have expelled you from the team, haha."

Li Xiaohui got out of the car and said to Shanhe with a smile: "Don't tell your dad, it will be more troublesome then. I'm not afraid of Jin Liang at school. His brother can still block me at the school gate every day. Even if he wants to block me, he can't." "

"Okay, then be careful. How do you feel about the midterm exam?"

"It's okay, but I'm definitely not as good as you. Did you take some magic medicine this semester? You don't come out to play anymore." Li Xiaohui asked in a mean tone.

"My parents said harsh words during the summer vacation. Not only did they get a new car as a reward, but now I basically can't leave the house."

"Then I'll go and bring you a big meat pie tomorrow morning." Li Xiaohui said goodbye to Shanhe.

Shanhe sighed and pushed the cart slowly towards the experimental primary school.

The world of teenagers is not always full of sunshine.

After picking up his sister, Shanhe put her in the back seat and pushed her home.

"Dad, dad is here to pick up Xixi." Little Chuxi's sharp eyes immediately saw his father coming towards him.

"Dad, why are you here? We agreed that I would pick up Xixi today."

"I just came out of the Education Bureau. You're on your way. Come on, your dad and I will treat you to ice cream today."

Seeing the two brothers Shan He sitting on the bench holding a box of ice cream and licking it fiercely, Qiu Jiang smiled and said to Shan He: "I discussed it with your mother, and in two days' weekend I will take you to Shanghai to sign a contract with a magazine. .”

"I know, I don't understand this, you decide." Shanhe helped his sister wipe the cream on the tip of her nose.

Qiu Jiang looked at his son proudly, "According to the terms of the contract, the manuscript fee for your book is nearly 4,000 yuan, and there will be a sum of money for the later publication of a single book. I asked your mother to save it for you. If you need it, ask your mother want."

"I know. When the money comes, I want to buy a TV for my grandparents."

"Okay, I'll go talk to your mother." Qiu Jiang touched his son's head with a happy face.