A kind of inheritance

Listening to Ou Liyao's rising intonation, she became somewhat interested in the awards ceremony.

But is that kind of occasion suitable for her? She has never been to one before, nor has she ever gone to a social event with her parents. It requires social interaction, doesn't it?

I felt a little nervous just thinking about it, but I still asked the question, "Yaoyao, do you think I can go to the awards ceremony?"

"Why can't you go? Just ask Sister Mei for an invitation."

What she didn't say was that, given her best friend's current status, sitting there would make her a sugar daddy in the entertainment industry, and getting her to attend a small awards ceremony would be a piece of cake for her.

Xu Changjia calculated in her mind that she still had three or four months. She would continue north from Zhaonan and return to Nan'an in time for the awards ceremony, witnessing the highlight of her friend's life.

"Jiajia, by the way, there's another piece of good news that my senior from the Literature Department told me."

The literature professor told her that in addition to designing some awards from TV series and movies, there have been some changes this year, including the inclusion of domestically submitted documentaries and variety shows.

In this way, Zheng Ruoqian's "Survivor Game" and some brain-training variety shows that Zhang Yuning has participated in since returning to China will have the opportunity to appear at the awards ceremony.

She suddenly began to doubt the prestige of this awards ceremony. If even the brain-training variety show "One Percent of the Truth" that Zhang Yuning participated in could be selected, could it really be the top of the entertainment industry?

He put the phone he was using to video chat with Ou Liyao aside and then opened his computer to search for the keyword "Huayi Golden Goblet Award" on Weibo and Baidu.

It is indeed an award held every two years in the entertainment industry, covering fields such as film, television, and music. It is a comprehensive art award that attracts nationwide attention. Its value is reflected in its extremely high popularity among the general public and its market recognition. It is definitely not the dubious award she thinks it is.

In addition to public voting, this award also considers various industry data and the selection of annual honors by a professional team that has received the Lifetime Achievement Award of the Huayi Golden Goblet Award in previous years.

This triple approach ensures that the award winners are artistic masterpieces in the entertainment industry, and that their social influence can be proven by data.

She closed her laptop. Since it was a place where so many stars gathered, it wouldn't be unreasonable for her to go and see it for herself.

With this in mind, she quickened her pace, but she still got caught up in the moment just before leaving Tinghuayu.

The village chief sent He Qingqing over to deliver a message just as the two of them had packed their bags and were about to leave.

Tell her that the master of Dongba script has finally agreed to see her.

Xu Changjia looked at him standing opposite him, his mind racing.

She doesn't have much work pressure, so it doesn't matter whether she leaves early or late.

However, Zheng Ruoqian is about to start filming, and if he misses this flight, he doesn't know if there will be another one.

Before she could speak, he took a step forward. "Jiajia, I can go with you. Have your assistant change your ticket so we can leave tonight."

"But are you going to stay here another night?"

She glanced at Zheng Ruoqian's serious gaze, then turned to see He Qingqing's expectant face.

There are only two fixed high-speed trains a day from Tinghuayu to Zhaonan, both during the day. I don't know when I'll be able to return, so I definitely won't make it in time.

"Yes, I'll stay one more day and see you off tonight."

Without saying a word, Zheng Ruoqian put their luggage in the main room on the first floor, took her hand, and followed He Qingqing to meet the legendary master.

Along the way, the two listened to the little girl say that she and Uncle Zhang originally did not want to see her, and had even pretended to be sick to avoid seeing her.

It seems that he met her one day while taking a walk in the village. He noticed that she was quite interested in the whole flower language and was able to patiently listen to the stories of each villager.

In particular, the fact that he contacted the village chief before leaving and donated a sum of money really impressed him.

Uncle Zhang knew that she was different from the tourists who used to come to the village to eat, drink, and have fun, and casually say that they wanted to learn Dongba script, so he asked the village chief to take you to meet him.

As soon as she heard that, she knew what was going on.

She took out the book of Dongba script that she had prepared from the small bag she was carrying and hugged it to her chest. Then she asked Zheng Ruoqian to help her carry the camera and hold the voice recorder.

She breathed a sigh of relief, hoping to leave a good impression on Master He Zhang.

After walking for more than ten minutes on the bluestone path, we arrived at the Confucian Temple.

After turning behind a huge tree that looked like it would take five to ten people to hug it, we arrived at Master Zhang's house.

Upon entering, you are greeted by the fresh scent of ink, and you can faintly hear the sound of running water.

As you walk further in, you can hear two men talking in a loud and energetic voice.

The little girl said timidly, "Village Chief, Uncle Zhang, Sister Xu is here."

Master Zhang grabbed a handful of candy from the table and gave it to her, then saw her run away in a flash.

The master looked them up and down. "Alright, enough with the questions, let's get down to business."

She hurriedly took out a booklet of Dongba script that she had written and handed it to the master, and began to talk about her views and opinions on it.

The two talked back and forth for hours on end.

Surprisingly, Master He Zhang did not object to them bringing equipment to film him, and even showed them some of his manuscripts.

Before leaving, he also gave her a unique copy of the book, which was absolutely rare on the market, as well as some manuscripts that were collected and exhibited in museums.

After the two left, the village chief came over and asked, "Why do you like that girl Xu Changjia so much?"

He was a little thirsty after talking all day, but he was in exceptionally good spirits and handed a cup of tea to the village chief.

"She is knowledgeable, intelligent, and has a broad perspective."

“I even understood my desire to take her as my apprentice, but then I thought, it really shouldn’t be that I confined her to this small, square world of listening to the language of flowers.”

She has a broad vision and deserves to see a wider world and fall in love with the traditions passed down from ancient times to the present.

He muttered to the village chief, "With her gone, there are fewer people to help build the village."

Master Zhang smiled without saying a word, not telling him that the little girl would definitely come back.

She listened to Master Tonghe's conversation many times, and was still thinking about it even after she was already in Zhaonan.

The master told her: Dongba script is a living fossil, and someone has to carry it on. He didn't know if others could do it, but he did it and had a clear conscience.

Life is like a journey, and I am but a traveler.

With this mindset, I have been studying with Master Zhang for over forty years.

Besides "admiration," she really didn't know what else to say.

As we await the harvest season in autumn, everyone seems to have become even busier.

They're either checking their WeChat steps while traveling to various villages to investigate, or they're putting on costumes and acting out other people's exciting lives.

Others stir up trouble in the business world, shine on stage, make appearances in various film crews, and use their paintbrushes to depict the myriad aspects of life...

In short, they are all becoming better people.

Hsu Chang-chia returned to the south bank after New Year's Day.

On the day she arrived, only Ou Liyao was available to pick her up.

But because she's already somewhat famous, he could only wait for her to come out from the nanny van in the parking lot.

She couldn't sit still any longer, so she got out of the car to get some fresh air, wearing a thick mask and hat. In the blink of an eye, she made eye contact with a few people. When she saw them turn around and look at her a couple more times, she felt inexplicably guilty. She turned around and leaned against the car in a different direction, continuing to wait for Xu Changjia's arrival.

Her assistant also got out of the car with her. "Sister Yao, wasn't Miss Xu supposed to arrive at the airport at 2 PM? It's been an hour, and she still hasn't come out?"

She shook her head expressionlessly.

There's nothing we can do; Jiajia is just a slowpoke. How can we expect her to come out in half an hour?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

Her assistant waited with her for a while before getting back into the car. Bored, she took out her phone and scrolled through Weibo for a while before she faintly heard the sound of wheels. She put her phone in the pocket of her black coat and looked up to see a slender figure enter her field of vision.

Before she even reached her, she smiled and said, "It's been months, Jiajia, you've gotten tanned, but you look more down-to-earth now."

The person ignored her, pushed the suitcase in front of her, and kept saying that she was tired.

She helped load the things into the van, and the two of them sat in the back and chatted endlessly.

The car had already driven halfway when the assistant came to ask them, "Sister Yao, Miss Xu, shall we go eat first, or take Miss Xu back to her apartment?"

The two looked at each other and laughed awkwardly.

She nudged Xu Changjia, urging her to speak.

The person who was poked moved half a step to the side, cleared his throat, and said, "Take me back to my apartment first. I need to drop off some things before I go out to eat with Yao Yao. You and the driver don't need to keep us busy. Just treat it as a holiday and rest for a day."

She arranged everything for them with just one sentence.

The assistant didn't say anything, but instead turned her gaze back to her own artist.

After Ou Liyao accepted it, she shrugged, indicating that she would listen to her. What else could I say?

After her assistant and driver left, she collapsed onto the sofa in Xu Changjia's apartment.

"Jiajia, it's so comfortable here. I can just lie down on the sofa and not have to worry about anything."

As Xu Changjia packed his luggage, he replied, "I'm not completely carefree either. I've collected a bunch of data, which still needs further processing before I can send it to my professor for review."

She had barely mentioned the professor when her phone rang.

The person sprawled on the sofa picked up the table, glanced at it, and couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Look, your dear Professor Xu called you."

He answered the phone; it didn't seem to be anything serious. He just asked if she was back and if she was, to come to the school to see him when she had time.

The implication was that they had conducted on-site investigations and needed to come back and work on the written work, conducting serious research.

"So when are you going back?"

Xu Changjia shook her head. She wanted to rest for two more days before making a decision, but the messages popping up on her phone wouldn't allow her to relax.