Film and TV: Starting from childhood, I will give up Zhong Yi

Chapter 271 Wen Qinghua and Wen Xue, a science fiction enlightenment work

On weekends, Wu Xiulan usually goes out early and comes back late. She doesn’t go home for lunch, leaving her two children to solve their own eating problems at home.

Lin Yuan now has good academic performance and can earn money to support the family in his spare time, which has relieved Wu Xiulan of a lot of pressure. She is happy to go to work every day.

When Qiao Sanli knew that Lin Yuan was going out, her eyes suddenly lit up and she begged to go out with him.

Her favorite thing is to go out with Lin Yuan.

Seeing her eager look, Lin Yuan readily agreed and took her out.

At this time in 1978, campus management was not so strict. He held Qiao Sanli's hand and easily walked into the gate of Nanjing University.

Although Lin Yuan didn't know where Wen Qinghua would be at this time, he remembered that in the original drama, Wen Qinghua completed all the university courses in just two years and later was admitted to graduate school.

I guess he spends his weekends either in the study room or in the library.

Of course, there is also the worst possible outcome: Wen Qinghua goes home for the weekend, and his trip would be in vain.

The two children definitely couldn't enter the library, so Lin Yuan planned to take Qiao Sanli to the study room first to try their luck. If Wen Qinghua was not in the study room, they would go to the library door to wait.

Qiao Sanli raised her little face and looked around the campus like a curious little bird.

As the spring breeze blows, the newly sprouted buds of the sycamore trees sway gently, and on the walls of the blue brick teaching building, tender green vines are winding along the cracks.

Lin Yuan squeezed her little hand and said, "You should study hard in the future and try to get into a university like this."

Although seven-year-old Qiao Sanli didn't understand what college was, it didn't stop her from nodding her head firmly.

She just remembered one thing: her brother would not harm her.

She responded crisply, "Yeah."

In a few months, Qiao Sanli will also become a first-grade student.

Although she had never attended preschool, with Lin Yuan teaching her how to read and count, she didn't have to worry about not being able to keep up with the progress in school.

After finding out that the study rooms were located on the second and third floors of the teaching building in front, Lin Yuan rubbed Qiao Sanli's head and reminded her, "You have to keep quiet wherever your brother takes you later, do you understand?"

Qiao Sanli grabbed the corner of Lin Yuan's clothes and nodded repeatedly.

Lin Yuan took Qiao Sanli and searched along the corridor room by room, and finally found Wen Qinghua in a study room.

He was burying his head, reading a book carefully, making some excerpts from time to time, and the tip of his pen made a fine rustling sound on the manuscript paper.

Lin Yuan pulled Sanli to sit in the corner, and Sanli shrank closer to Lin Yuan.

Qiao Sanli felt a little bored. In the past, when she went out with her brother, she could always have all kinds of fun, but today she could only stay still and could not even speak loudly.

But she was still a quiet person after all, and just looked at Lin Yuan eagerly.

Lin Yuan found her look very amusing, and the corners of his mouth lifted unconsciously. He couldn't help but touch her two new braids. Her once dry and yellow hair was now shiny black, but the ends of the braids still retained a light brown color due to malnutrition.

Lin Yuan took out a piece of White Rabbit milk candy from his pocket and put it into her palm. The familiar milky white candy wrapper made Qiao Sanli's eyes light up instantly. She recognized this. It was the sweetest thing she had ever eaten.

After she peeled off the candy wrapper, she stuffed the candy into Lin Yuan's mouth and said softly, "Brother, you eat it."

Whenever there was something delicious, her brother would always give it to her first, but he never tasted it himself. She also wanted to share this sweetness with her brother.

Nearing lunchtime, Wen Qinghua and a beautiful young woman walked out of the study room side by side.

The beautiful young woman looks intellectual, with an innate cool aura lingering around her.

She was born with a standard oval face with slightly raised brow bones. Under two slender crescent-shaped eyebrows were a pair of almond-shaped eyes that looked faintly distant and hidden behind half-frame tortoise-shell glasses.

She is not flamboyantly gorgeous, but rather exudes a restrained and determined charm in her every move.

Lin Yuan, who was sitting in the corner, stood up immediately after seeing this. His eyes fell on Wen Qinghua and he called out, "Teacher Wen."

Qiao Sanli beside him also stood up.

"Lin Yuan?" Wen Qinghua was slightly stunned, showing a surprised look, and asked puzzledly, "Are you here to see me?"

Wen Qinghua was deeply impressed by this student who jumped from average grades to top grades.

Lin Yuan nodded and said, "Yes."

Wen Qinghua turned to look at the young woman beside him and said softly, "Sister, why don't you go eat first."

Wen Xue nodded slightly, glanced at Lin Yuan inconspicuously, and then walked away slowly in light leather shoes.

Coincidentally, Wen Qinghua and his sister, who was nearly 30 years old, turned out to be classmates in the same department.

Wen Xue once went to the countryside as an educated youth and married the son of the local village revolutionary committee director. She only returned to the city after receiving the notice that the college entrance examination had been resumed.

After Wen Xue left, Wen Qinghua asked with a smile, "You haven't eaten yet? I'll take you to eat outside the school."

Wen Qinghua is very enthusiastic, no wonder he has always been Qiao Yicheng's "white moonlight" in his youth.

The reason why I don’t go to the cafeteria of Nanjing University to eat is because universities generally use meal tickets to eat, and meal tickets are issued according to quantitative standards. It is not allowed to lend meal tickets to others privately.

Lin Yuan didn't hesitate to thank him: "Thank you, teacher."

Wen Qinghua led Lin Yuan and the other two out of the school and asked gently, "What's the matter with you coming here to see me?"

Lin Yuan held Qiao Sanli's hand and followed Wen Qinghua's steps: "Teacher Wen, I have encountered two problems recently. You are the most knowledgeable person I have ever met. I heard from Teacher Li that you went to college here, so I was thinking, let's see if I can meet you here."

Wen Qinghua couldn't help but smile at these words. He didn't think he was the most learned person. It was only after entering Nanjing University that he realized that there were so many heroes in the world. However, he still felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart at the young man's straightforward and simple admiration and trust.

"Let's go to a small restaurant outside and talk while we eat."

The three of them walked into a small restaurant outside the school, and Wen Qinghua said to the boss, "Three bowls of duck blood vermicelli."

"Two bowls will be enough." Lin Yuan said quickly, "My sister and I will share one bowl. We can't eat more."

Wen Qinghua nodded and did not force it. He did not care about the money for a bowl of duck blood vermicelli, but the kid was not greedy for small gains and had great ambitions despite his poor condition, which made him look up to him.

The three of them sat down at the slightly old dining table. Wen Qinghua sat directly opposite Lin Yuan, while Qiao Sanli sat next to Lin Yuan with her hands placed obediently on her knees.

Lin Yuan took out a notebook from his schoolbag and handed it to Wen Qinghua. It was his handwritten manuscript.

For Lin Yuan, embarking on the path of writing and publishing is a future direction he has already determined.

In this era, being a writer is undoubtedly a highly-regarded profession, and once one's work is recognized, one can quickly become famous.

He has so many high-quality literary resources from later generations in his mind, and it would be a waste if he did not make use of them.

It’s just that we are currently in the early stages of ideological liberation, and the mainstream tendency in the literary world is obvious.

The focus is on works that reflect major changes of the times and closely follow political themes. A large number of literary creations revolve around reflections and criticisms of special periods and preliminary explorations of social changes.

Scar literature has emerged like a tide and occupied a dominant position in the literary world. Other themes can only temporarily occupy the margins. Works that involve sensitive content in special periods and works that are not suitable for the current style of writing are unlikely to gain favor from publishing houses.

But Lin Yuan didn't want to follow the trend. After all, he didn't have any "scars" at all. Plus, he was still young, so he might be suspected of forcing himself to express his sorrow.

It would be better to wait patiently for a few more years and then release a bunch of blockbuster works.

What he took out now was a science fiction enlightenment children's book he wrote himself - "Time Companion in the Notebook"

The story mainly tells about a twelve-year-old boy in 1978 who accidentally got a notebook from a twelve-year-old girl in 2028. The two communicated every day through this magical notebook, which showed the huge differences between the two eras and the earth-shaking development and changes in China in the next fifty years.

As a science fiction work, the most important thing is imagination. There are many real parts in it, but also some exaggerated parts.

After all, it is created for current readers and is a literary work, not a prophecy of the future.

The current first edition only has 50,000 words, and only a quarter of the entire story has been unfolded. There are sporadic typos on the manuscript paper, and some places are marked with questions in pencil, such as the doubtful choice of certain words. After all, Wen Qinghua has to have some sense of participation.

Wen Qinghua found the subject matter very interesting when he opened the first page.

However, when it comes to science fiction, he doubts the depth of Lin Yuan's imagination as a child.

Wen Qinghua raised his head: "Did you write this?"

Lin Yuan said seriously, "Teacher Wen, I want you to help me see if there is anything that needs to be revised."

Wen Qinghua gently stroked the edge of the manuscript paper and curiously asked, "How did you come up with the idea of ​​writing such a story?"

It is not easy for a child to complete such a thick stack of manuscripts.

"I had a special dream some time ago, and I thought of writing them down as a story. And I want to publish the book so that my mother doesn't have to suffer so much."

Wen Qinghua's eyes softened when he heard this and he nodded slightly. He did not laugh at the boy's wild ideas. With just this effort and ambition, Lin Yuan has surpassed most of his peers.

"Writing all this hasn't affected your studies, has it?" Wen Qinghua said seriously.

"No!" Lin Yuan shook his head and explained, "I only found time to write after I finished my homework after class."

"The teacher will help you read it carefully, but the teacher cannot guarantee whether it can be published."

Lin Yuan nodded calmly and thanked him sincerely: "Thank you, Teacher Wen. I know that publishing is very difficult, but I just want to try my best. If it doesn't work, I'll just treat it as a gift to my mother."

Wen Qinghua also began to admire talented people. He had a premonition that such a child would never be an ordinary person in the future.

"Okay, then come see me next weekend. I'll still be in the same classroom."

As the saying goes, if you want to be successful in life, you have to occupy four lines.

You have to do it yourself.

Some people say you can do it.

Those who say you can do it are capable.

You need to be in good health.

Although Wen Qinghua is just an ordinary student at Nanjing University now, his father is very powerful. Even if he has not yet resumed his work and status, it is only a matter of time before he becomes the president of Nanjing University.

As long as you demonstrate your true talents and knowledge in front of Wen Qinghua first, you will naturally have the opportunity to meet his father in the future.

When you come to this world, completing tasks will give you generous rewards, so naturally you should do your best.

With such ready-made connections and resources, of course we should make use of them.

At this time, the owner of the small restaurant gently put down two bowls of steaming duck blood vermicelli soup.

Lin Yuan asked the boss for another set of bowls and chopsticks, and put the duck blood, duck offal, and crystal vermicelli in the duck blood vermicelli soup into the small bowl in front of Qiao Sanli with chopsticks.

"Brother, you eat too!" Qiao Sanli waved her hands anxiously and put the fresh duck offal into Lin Yuan's bowl.

Wen Qinghua couldn't help but smile as he watched the interaction between the two.

After lunch, Lin Yuan said goodbye to Wen Qinghua. He took Qiao Sanli back, while Wen Qinghua walked towards the gate of Nanjing University with Lin Yuan's manuscript.

Now that spring is here and flowers are blooming, it is a good time to go fishing.

I haven't fished for the whole winter and I miss it quite a bit.

"Sanli, do you want to eat fish tonight? Can I take you fishing?"

Qiao Sanli was about to nod, but then she lowered her head and said, "But mom won't let you go fishing."

Lin Yuan bewitched and asked, "If you don't tell her and I don't tell her, how can she know?"

Qiao Sanli's little face showed a conflicted look.

Lin Yuan smiled and took Qiao Sanli to the place where he had fished before.

As they walked, Qiao Sanli's steps slowed down to small steps: "Brother, I'm a little tired."

Lin Yuan squatted down in front of her and said, "Come up, I'll carry you on my back."

Qiao Sanli giggled and pounced on him. She no longer felt strange towards Lin Yuan as when they first met. She hugged Lin Yuan's neck tightly and rubbed her little face gently against the side of Lin Yuan's hair.

When he reached the river, the fishing rod he had made last time was still in the storage space. Lin Yuan went to the reed marsh nearby and took out the "hidden" fishing rod.

Move a stone to the shore, repeat the previous fishing steps, and then wait patiently for the fish to take the bait.

After Lin Yuan caught the first fish, Qiao Sanli clapped her hands and jumped excitedly.

"It's your turn?" Seeing Qiao Sanli's eager look, Lin Yuan handed the fishing rod to her.

Qiao Sanli held the fishing rod, her hands trembling with excitement, and she finally calmed down.

Suddenly, the fishing rod trembled violently, startling Qiao Sanli so much that she shivered and even let the fishing rod slip out of her hand. Lin Yuan quickly grabbed the end of the rod and pulled up the fish that had taken the hook.

……

When Wu Xiulan returned home in the evening, she saw a few more live fish splashing in the water in the bucket.

"Where did these fish come from?"

Qiao Sanli was a little excited: "I caught one of them!"

Wu Xiulan looked at Lin Yuan, frowning slightly: "Did you take Sanli fishing?"

Lin Yuan consoled her, "Well, I used a bamboo pole to test the depth, and it didn't even reach my chest. Besides, I was protecting Sanli, so she was safe."

Wu Xiulan sighed softly: "I know you have grown up and have your own ideas, but the river is still dangerous. Since Sanli has come to our house, she can't get into trouble."

Since this is her adopted child, she has to treat him with more care. If something really happens, she won't be able to explain to others.

"I won't let anything happen to Sanli." Lin Yuan looked at Sanli again and warned her, "Sanli, from now on, you are not allowed to go near the water without me by your side."

Qiao Sanli nodded quickly.

Looking at this docile appearance, Lin Yuan suddenly remembered that Sanli, the only obedient and worry-free daughter of the Qiao family, was taken to his home, and Qiao Yicheng would probably still be destined to be busy and toilsome.

After the last accident, Wu Xiulan no longer allowed Lin Yuan to touch anything involving knives in the kitchen. She cooked the meal herself, and when the steamed fish was served on the table, the family started dinner.

The snow-white fish meat was wrapped with shredded green onion and ginger. After being dipped in fresh vinegar, the sour fragrance instantly exploded on the tip of the tongue. The three of them were eating happily under the warm light.

The weekend always goes by extra quickly, and in the blink of an eye a new week arrives.

(End of this chapter)