"Okay, it's time for dinner. The dishes are getting cold." Seeing the harmonious family, with children and grandchildren all around him, Zhang Ercheng felt an indescribable sense of happiness and satisfaction in his heart. He had nothing else to ask for in this life.
"It's time to eat." Zhou Guihua also said with a smile.
"Dad! I toast to you."
"Aunt, your braised pork is delicious."
“Delicious! So delicious.”
The whole family spent a happy New Year.
It is not customary for them to eat dumplings and stay up all night during the New Year. After the New Year's Eve dinner, they chat and eat the fruits prepared for the New Year. At around ten o'clock, everyone goes to bed.
As for setting off fireworks and such, their production brigade did not exist at all.
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Zhang Qiurui was not woken up by the firecrackers. In those days, many people did not have enough to eat. Generally, firecrackers were set off when worshiping ancestors or Buddha on New Year's Eve, erecting beams of the house, or getting married. At other times, people would not spend their spare money to buy these things.
On the first day of the new year, after dinner, the Zhang family did not go to pay New Year's greetings or anything like that.
Zhang Ercheng and Zhou Guihua's parents, brothers and sisters are all gone, and they have no elders, so naturally they don't need to go to pay New Year's greetings.
As for visiting other members of the production team’s homes to wish them a happy new year, that didn’t happen either.
When you enter the house to pay New Year's greetings, you have to take out something to entertain people. These days, there is not enough food for your own family, so how can there be enough for outsiders to eat and drink?
If you meet someone from the production brigade on the road, just smile and say Happy New Year and that's it.
On the second day of the Lunar New Year, according to custom, married daughters must return to their parents' home.
The three brothers and their sisters-in-law also packed up and went back to their parents' home. The sisters Zhang Qiuyu and Zhang Qiujin would also come back on the second day of the New Year. Early in the morning of that day, Zhou Guihua got up to prepare today's food and drinks.
After entertaining the sisters Zhang Qiuyu and Zhang Qiujin with dinner, Zhou Guihua took Zhang Qiurui and Zhang Mingqi back to the county.
Mushrooms were still being grown in the county. No one had looked after or watered them for two days after they returned home. Zhou Guihua was worried that it would affect the growth of the mushrooms, and she didn't want to rest at home for another day. After the sisters Zhang Qiuyu and Zhang Qiujin left, she couldn't wait to return to the county.
Leisure days always pass quickly.
The school starts soon and the second semester of junior high school begins.
Two days before school started, Zhang Qiurui finished writing the novel "The Convenience Store of Sorrow", copied it, and mailed it to People's Literature.
As for not being accepted, Zhang Qiurui had never thought about it.
"The Convenience Store of Sorrow" became a popular best-selling novel in later generations. It has been translated into many languages and has countless readers around the world.
Later generations have proved the value of this book.
This year is 1976. If nothing unexpected happens, news of the resumption of the college entrance examination should come in September next year.
She must go to college. As for which school and major, Zhang Qiurui already has an idea.
Since she has read so many novels and watched so many movies in her later life, and remembers them clearly in her mind, she doesn't want to waste this gift. She wants to study screenwriting and join the film and television industry in the future.
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Beijing, People’s Literature.
Cui Liang is an editor-in-chief of People's Literature. After the resumption of publication of People's Literature, not many writers knew about it, so there were very few writers who submitted their works. The submissions they received were basically those mailed by writers they had previously commissioned.
That day, Cui Liang took today's letters back from the doorman. He first checked the names of the senders one by one. If he saw a writer he was familiar with or had some impression of, he would pick it out separately and put it aside to check first.
The others will be viewed last.
"Hey! It's from Xiaoxiang Qingkong. It's so thick, could it be a novel? I'll read it first later." After seeing the letter from Xiaoxiang Qingkong, Cui Liang unconsciously showed a hint of surprise on his face.
Xiaoxiang Qingkong, although not a very famous author in the literary world and having only written three novels, two novellas and one novel, his writing is delicate and his emotions are sincere, which always touches people's hearts. He is an author that Cui Liang admires very much.
Especially the third chapter, "Parental Love", made Cui Liang feel an unprecedented resonance and a sense of substitution, as if he had also experienced that ordinary yet profound period.
"What type of novel is "The Convenience Store of Sorrow"? " After sorting out the letters, Cui Liang poured a cup of tea, tore open Xiaoxiang Qingkong's letter, and sat down to read slowly.
As he read on, Cui Liang gradually became deeply attracted to the novel.
Cui Liang discovered that "The Convenience Store of Sorrow" is not just telling independent stories, but exploring the connections, responsibilities and redemption between people.
The intertwined destinies of the characters in the book form an intricate network, which makes people sigh at the fickleness of fate while also feeling the warmth and kindness in human nature.
Especially when Cui Liang read those choices about dreams, love, family and career, he couldn't help but recall the difficulties and choices he had faced.
"It's so good. The unique narrative technique cleverly connects several short stories together.
Xiaoxiang Qingkong is meticulous and has a strong grasp of the story." After reading it, Cui Liang stood up with a look of surprise.
Then he quickly walked to the editor-in-chief's office, knocked on the door, and was told to come in.
Cui Liang couldn't wait to open the door and said to Zhang Guangnian excitedly, "Editor-in-chief, Xiaoxiang Qingkong has received a manuscript.
I just finished reading it. It is very well written. It is not a scar literature, nor a suspense or mystery novel. Instead, it is a bit like a fantasy and inspirational novel.
With its unique narrative style, it has opened up a whole new perspective.”
"Oh, let me take a look." When Zhang Guangnian saw that another writer who had been commissioned to write a manuscript had replied, a smile appeared on his face.
So far, eight of the writers they commissioned have responded, bringing their newly written manuscripts, which have all been reviewed and are awaiting publication.
Xiaoxiang Qingkong is the ninth person.
Zhang Guangnian took the manuscript handed to him by Cui Liang and read it carefully.
The faint scent of ink emanating from the paper made him involuntarily indulge in the world constructed by words.
Xiaoxiang Qingkong's writing style is delicate and emotional, and his words reveal a profound insight and unique views on life, which makes people very touched when reading it.
While reading, Zhang Guangnian silently weighed this article higher on the scale in his heart.
An athlete faces the choice of giving up training to accompany her boyfriend who is suffering from cancer.
A musician who was torn between dreams and reality, and finally sacrificed himself to save others.
A teenager facing a huge change in his family struggles between family affection and his future.
Three modern thieves who accidentally enter a grocery store become letter responders and eventually find their own direction in life.
It also intersperses the history of the grocery store and the growth story of granddaughter Qingya, depicting the beauty of human nature with delicate brushstrokes. Zhang Guangnian felt warmth and hope while reading.
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