Entertainment Era: My Good Sister Is All Over the World

Sure enough it was him!

From the moment Huang Wenbin saw him, he had a premonition.

Shi Tiesen is also an important NPC that will definitely appear if you travel to this era.

His life is so legendary that it inspires boundless admiration.

Even a simple retelling of his life would be unbearably bitter, but he persevered and ultimately found redemption through writing, leaving behind words that can inspire future generations.

Shi Tiesheng was born in 1951 and showed extraordinary literary talent in elementary school. While studying at Tsinghua High School, he enjoyed sports, often playing football, and was especially good at the 80-meter hurdles.

In 1969, 18-year-old Shi Tiesen volunteered to go to Yan'an to work in the countryside. In April of the same year, he returned to Beijing for treatment due to severe back and leg pain. He was diagnosed with congenital spina bifida and was unable to do heavy work. After two months of treatment, his pain subsided, and he returned to the village to feed the cattle.

In 1971, while herding cattle, Shi Tiesen was caught in a rainstorm and hail. He drove the cattle back to the shed in the rain and developed a high fever that night. His spinal disease also relapsed, and he had to return to Beijing for treatment again.

After a year and a half of hospitalization, he was left with complete paralysis of his lower limbs at the young age of 23. He attempted suicide multiple times afterward, but was rescued each time. With his mother's devoted care and encouragement, he finally gave up the idea of ​​suicide.

In 1974, he found a job in a factory, making small handicrafts in a small workshop, barely earning a little income. His mother sought medical treatment everywhere, taking him to try all sorts of remedies. But Shi Tielin had already given up, becoming irritable and easily angered, and failing to understand his mother's feelings, which he would later deeply regret.

In the autumn of 1977, his mother suddenly said to him, "The chrysanthemums in Beihai Park are in bloom. Let me take you there to see them." This time, Shi Tielin couldn't bear to refuse and agreed. His mother was overjoyed, but then she said something wrong. Afraid of hurting her son's pride, she ran out.

As soon as he went outside, his mother collapsed, coughing up large amounts of blood. Even so, she was still worried about her disabled son and underage daughter.

Unfortunately, fate did not favor their family.

Stierson's mother still passed away.

Two years have passed, and Stierson still hasn't recovered.

At the beginning of this year, he published his first public work, "The Law Professor and His Wife," in the journal "Contemporary," which immediately caused a sensation in literary circles.

Huang Wenbin sighed silently in his heart, because next year Shi Tiesen would suffer from acute renal failure, azotemia, hydronephrosis, and multiple diseases at the same time; later, he developed epididymitis, and finally uremia, until he died of a sudden cerebral hemorrhage in 2010.

It can be said that he spent the latter half of his life battling illness every day, suffering inhuman torment. Even so, he remained optimistic, lived actively, and wrote countless inspiring and comforting literary works.

Shi Tiesen was very curious about Huang Wenbin because he had read some of his works and wondered how anyone in the world could have such a wonderful and realistic imagination, especially "Heart-Shaped Stone," which almost perfectly described the various postures of those celebrities, as if similar things had really happened.

However, Shi Tiesen did not find any relevant historical materials from the Republican era.

This imagined reality is even more real than reality itself, which shows that the author is truly a genius.

What he didn't expect was that the author was such a young man.

Shi Tiesen couldn't help but strike up a conversation with Huang Wenbin.

Before his transmigration, Huang Wenbin was a Chinese language teacher. He had not only read many novels but also analyzed and interpreted them in detail, so he had a certain level of literary literacy.

Therefore, he answered Shi Tiesen's questions fluently and without any flaws.

Before long, everyone became familiar with each other and began to speak freely, discussing everything under the sun, from the smallest things to the biggest ones, without any restraint or inhibition.

Stierson loved this feeling. He hadn't had such a pleasant chat with anyone in a long time, especially with a group of people he had just met.

Towards the end of the conversation, everyone was in high spirits and began to perform their own acts.

Xu Xiaoming performed a set of punches and sang several Cantonese songs, one of which was Sam Hui's "Half a Catty Eight Taels".

Everyone present, except Huang Wenbin, couldn't understand what he was singing, yet they were completely captivated by it.

Shi Tiesen himself also sang a "Toast Song": "The wine is fragrant, the song is soaring, my friend, please drink to me, please drink to me!"

This is one of the most popular songs in China in recent years.

In 1976, the turmoil finally came to an end. Lyricist Li Wei felt the joy and celebration and wrote the lyrics for "Toast Song," which was then set to music by composer Shi Guangnan.

Singer Li Guangxi loved this song so much that he sang it at a state banquet in 1977, and then again at CCTV's Spring Festival Gala in 1979, making it an instant hit across the country and a song that has remained popular ever since.

Zhou Qiyue cleared her throat and sang a selection from Peking Opera, showing that she had some skill.

Zhang Guoli performed a rather abstract dance, which he said he learned from a foreign musical film. However, he danced so badly that it was impossible to tell what kind of dance it was.

Li Xuejian then recounted his years as an extra in a drama troupe, but he didn't talk about the hardships he endured; instead, he talked about the funny things that happened, which made people laugh.

Zhang Yimou imitated a character from a foreign film and performed a one-shot scene. Everyone else thought, "Wow, that's incredible!" and were completely immersed in his performance.

Huang Wenbin wasn't surprised, after all, Zhang Yimou had won the Best Actor award before, so his acting skills were naturally not a problem.

When it was Huang Wenbin's turn, he thought for a moment and then recited a poem by Hai Zi.

"Starting tomorrow, I will be a happy person."

Feeding horses, chopping wood, traveling the world.

Starting tomorrow, I will pay attention to food and vegetables.

I have a house facing the sea, where spring is warm and flowers bloom.

Starting tomorrow, I will communicate with every one of my relatives.

Tell them about my happiness.

That's what the lightning bolt of happiness told me.

I will tell everyone.

Give every river and every mountain a warm name.

Stranger, I also wish you well.

May you have a bright future.

May you and your loved one be united in marriage.

May you find happiness in this world.

I only wish to face the sea, with spring flowers blooming.

Shi Tiesen's eyes lit up, and he murmured, "Facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming, that's beautifully written!"

Huang Wenbin smiled and said, "If you like it, then I'll give you this poem as a gift, hoping it will encourage you to live well."

"Thank you, thank you!" Shi Tiesheng was deeply encouraged.

This poem uses very simple and plain language, but the artistic conception it expresses is fresh and profound, full of endless sincerity.

Although Xu Xiaoming didn't understand poetry, he could still sense the vitality and energy in the poem: "Truly a great talent, he can compose poetry on the spot!"

"I can't compare, I can't compare!" Zhang Yimou smiled bitterly. It was both an honor and a tragedy that he was in the same era as such a person.

Li Xuejian murmured the poem, clapped his hands, and exclaimed, "It's damn well written!"

Zhou Qiyue also felt like she was about to be washed ashore before she even became a part of the "older generation."

The group had a very pleasant chat, and it was the first time in two years that Shi Tiesen had laughed so happily.

He reluctantly said goodbye to everyone when his family came to pick him up.

After returning home, Shi Tiesen eagerly copied down the poem and wrote a letter to a pen pal he had known for more than two years.

This pen pal is named Chen Ximi, an editor at the Hope Magazine of Northwest University. His first non-public work, "The Fate of Love," was published in this university's internal publication.

"Himi, you have no idea what a group of kind people I met today."

They were unrestrained and unconventional, with refined speech, and full of vibrant vitality.

There was a young man named Huang Wenbin among them, and he was simply a genius. I told you last time that the works he wrote were things I could never have written.

To encourage me, he even wrote me a poem; he was so kind. I've copied it down and attached it to another sheet of paper.

My favorite line is the last one: "I only wish to face the sea, with spring flowers blooming."

If that day ever comes, Himi, my dearest Himi, would you come with me to a land where spring is in full bloom?

Meanwhile, Huang Wenbin and his group tidied up the mess and then rode their bicycles back to the Beijing Film Studio.

As soon as I entered the gate of Beijing Film Studio, I ran into Director Wang, who was also riding his bicycle back.

"What have you all been doing?" Wang Yang looked at the group with a puzzled expression. "Your faces are as red as monkey bottoms, where have you been gallivanting around?"

Zhou Qiyue laughed and explained, "He went to Beihai Park to fight, and his face was red from the fight."

"Nonsense!" Wang Yang curled his lip, then saw Huang Wenbin: "Ah Bin, come with me, I have something to say to you."

Huang Wenbin nodded, parked the car, and followed Wang Yang to the factory director's office.

"Old factory director, what do you want to see me about?" Huang Wenbin waited for a while and, noticing that Wang Yang hadn't spoken for a long time, couldn't help but urge him on.

Wang Yang stared at Huang Wenbin for a long while, then said slowly, "Two things!"

Huang Wenbin said, "Please speak."

Wang Yang raised a finger and solemnly said, "First, the seminar about you has ended, and it has been confirmed at the meeting that there are no problems with your work. From now on, as long as your work does not violate any principles, there will be no restrictions."

"This is a good thing!" Huang Wenbin laughed.

"That's a good thing!" Wang Yang was still a little excited, after all, it was the old man personally endorsing a young man. "However, don't be careless and don't make any mistakes that violate principles, otherwise the criticism you receive will only be more intense."

Huang Wenbin asked, "Then what constitutes a fundamental error?"

This question stumped Wang Yang. He thought for a moment and then said, "You must always remember the four basic principles! You cannot relax your vigilance in the slightest."

Huang Wenbin felt relieved and nodded, saying, "Of course, upholding the Four Cardinal Principles is the duty of every Chinese person."

"Secondly, I just went to Yenching Film Academy."

Wang Yang paused for a few seconds, then raised his second finger and said, "Go ask your Dean Lu for the person."

"Who do you want?" Huang Wenbin was taken aback. "It's not me, is it?"

"Who else could it be but you!" Wang Yang glared at him and said irritably, "I owe him a huge favor, which is why I had you transferred here."

Huang Wenbin asked, puzzled, "I'm only a sophomore, is there really a need to be in such a hurry?"

We have to hurry!

Wang Yang was a little worried that it would be too late. Once the content of this seminar and the old man's message were published in the newspaper tomorrow, Huang Wenbin would become a hot commodity, and many departments would definitely be vying for him.

Although Lu Meng, the acting dean of the Beijing Film Academy, was unaware of what had happened, she still managed to extract a large favor from Wang Yang.

But in order to win over Huang Wenbin, he gritted his teeth and accepted it.

Wang Yang instructed Huang Wenbin: "Now, you are a third-level planner at our Beijing Film Studio. You will be temporarily assigned to the Literature Department. Go to Director Jiang Huaiyan later to complete the temporary transfer procedures."

Huang Wenbin couldn't help but ask, "Did something happen at the seminar?"

"Don't ask about that!" Wang Yang interrupted Huang Wenbin with a serious expression, then said, "Just focus on writing the script and assisting with the filming. Director Chen asked me to inform you that you should go to Jiangmen in a couple of days to finish filming the remaining scenes of 'Let the Bullets Fly'."

"Understood." Huang Wenbin nodded.

"What are you waiting for?" Wang Yang urged, "Go and complete the formalities!"