On New Year's Eve, after dinner, Yu Dong's family hung out for a while and then went home to watch the Spring Festival Gala.
The fireworks outside are as bright as flying stars, and you can't even hear them unless the TV is turned up loud.
Because there were serious accidents when fireworks were set off in Shanghai in the past few years, the city has been trying to control fireworks and firecrackers in recent years. Over the past few years, many measures have been used.
Previously, there was a blanket rule that no fireworks and firecrackers were allowed in the ring, and a responsibility system and unified control were implemented.
However, as soon as the regulations came out, the public debate in Shanghai was abuzz. People thought that it had been a tradition for generations since it had been released for so many years. How could one say that it would not be released if it was not released? At worst, just be careful when doing so.
This year, the city government could not resist the pressure and relaxed the policy. The areas where fireworks were previously prohibited were changed to restricted areas.
However, these policies have little impact on Jiwang Town. This is considered a rural area, and the government's control over fireworks and firecrackers does not extend here.
The Yu family also bought two barrels of "Gaosheng" this year. One barrel was put away after dinner, and the other was planned to be kept for the Lantern Festival.
Listening to the sound of fireworks outside, Qin Fang tutted and said, "Whenever, son, you bring your wife back, I will also buy ten or eight barrels and put them back."
Yu Hansheng watched the TV and said with a smile: "What kind of fireworks and firecrackers can I buy with this money? How about buying something delicious and delicious? Why don't you just watch the fireworks and listen to the noise? Every household outside
They are all playing, the light can be seen, and the sound can be heard."
"According to what you said, we can just put on a rag when we go out every day. Anyway, we can't see the clothes we are wearing. If you think so, can we still hear the sound of firecrackers in this world..."
As Qin Fang was talking, the phone at home rang again. She got closer and went into the house to answer it.
When Yu Hansheng saw his wife entering the house, he whispered to Yu Dong: "Son, don't listen to your mother. Leave this money to buy some clothes, jewelry, etc. for your partner. She will be reminded of you when she wears it.
These fireworks and firecrackers are over once you hear them, they won’t last long.”
Yu Dong smiled and said, "Can you buy clothes and jewelry with just a few buckets of fireworks?"
"I can't buy jewelry, but the clothes are still okay. Besides, what does it mean to gather armpits to make fur, to gather a few to make a lot? If you don't accumulate steps, you won't be able to reach a thousand miles, if you don't accumulate small streams, you won't be able to become a river, or a tall building..."
Yu Dong raised his eyebrows and interrupted his father: "Dad, why do you keep dropping your book bag when you talk recently?"
Yu Hansheng laughed: "Aren't you always introducing yourself to others as a great writer? I also need to enrich myself."
"Hey, the sketch is here."
After spending some time watching the song and dance drama, Yu Hansheng had long been bored out of his mind. When a skit happened, he immediately started watching it attentively.
After finishing the sketch, Qin Fang was still in the room and did not come out. Yu Hansheng muttered: "Whose call did you answer? Why can't we finish the conversation?"
"Maybe they are her good sisters who usually play well." Yu Dong said nonchalantly.
Yu Hansheng shook his head, "It's absolutely impossible. We see her sisters every day, and each one of them is more picky than your mother. Are you willing to pay for the phone call? I'll go and listen."
As soon as Yu Hansheng stood up, Qin Fang shouted in the room: "Son, Xiao Cheng is looking for you."
Yu Dong slapped his head, stood up and ran into the house. Qin Fang was holding the phone and said to the other side: "Xiao Cheng, come to Shanghai to play when you have time. Auntie will cook braised pork for you. Yu Dong is here. I
Give him the phone."
After saying that, Qin Fang gave the phone to Yu Dong with a smile.
Yu Dong took the phone and didn't speak at first. After watching Qin Fang go out, he said, "Have you been chatting with my mother just now?"
Cheng Yanqiu on the other end of the phone smiled and said: "Yes, I called you before, and my aunt answered the phone several times, so you are quite familiar with it."
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After New Year's Eve, Yu Dong stayed at home for several days. On the fifth day of the lunar month, his mother took him to visit relatives.
"If you don't see people every day, others will say that you have become a great writer now and don't take these relatives seriously. I know you don't care, but you have to think about me and your father. Do you think we can still hang out together every day when we are old?
Are there relatives and friends by your side? We can save you a lot of things when we are old."
After his mother's words reached this point, Yu Dong naturally did not dare to say any more words of rejection.
But thinking about it carefully, my mother is right. Sometimes I am still too selfish. I always feel that I don't care, but I don't think about my parents too much.
His parents want to take him out to show off to others. He should understand this. It is said that parents love their children. Parents treat their children as treasures, and naturally they also hope that others can see the goodness of their children.
Today we are going to cousin Yudong’s house. All the relatives on my father’s side have made an appointment to go to his house.
As soon as Yu Dong arrived, a crowd of people greeted him. On the one hand, he was now a well-known writer and was considered a family celebrity. On the other hand, he often did not show up and was considered a rare visitor. Therefore, after seeing him, everyone showed a strange attitude.
A burst of enthusiasm.
After dealing with the whole room, Yu Dong's old cousins ​​gathered around. These old cousins ​​were almost the same age as Yu Dong. They often played together when they were young, and most of them didn't go on to study further until they reached junior high school.
They didn't know much about literature and didn't usually read novels. They only knew that Yu Dong had become a great writer, and they all thought it was quite amazing.
In their minds, a great writer should be born with an abnormality, and be different from ordinary people in both appearance and family background.
But Yu Dong is not. Although he has been smart since he was a child and is good at studies, his image is still very different from that of a great writer.
One of the old cousins, Li Xiaobo, also said: "I remember that your Chinese scores were not as good as mine before. You said that if I become a writer, is it okay?"
Another echoed: "Yeah, I heard that writers don't need a diploma these days. People like Yu Dong who graduated from university all have high diplomas."
"What kind of diploma does a writer rely on? It depends on luck. Look at our old primary school principal who wrote so good poems, but he is still so depressed. The real masters have to be among the people..."
Yu Dong listened to these sour words and was not annoyed at all. Instead, he encouraged: "Yes, there is no technical content in writing novels. I can just recognize the characters. I know a few writers and only know a few hundred common characters."
, but the books sell very well. You can also write at ordinary times. If you write more, you will always meet people who appreciate it. And writing books makes more money than working. A novel that costs several thousand is very small. If you write long
A little, tens of thousands is not impossible."
This statement immediately attracted all his old cousins. Their attitudes changed and they began to ask Yu Dong how he could publish his novels and which magazine offered the most remuneration. They seemed ready to start writing when they returned home.
"That's right, that's right. Shen Congwen only has a primary school diploma. If he can write, of course we can too."
Chapter completed!