Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 433 "Kaihui" is Here

Compared with later generations, the wedding ceremony is much simpler now, and it ends in half an hour.

Then the wedding banquet started, and He Ping stayed until the end.

Liang Yuejin was helped by Yu Jiajia to see off the guests, and sat slumped in front of a table of leftovers.

He Ping walked over, Liang Yuejin wanted to stand up, "Brother..."

He Ping held him down, "Today is your day of great joy. I, the eldest brother, am happy for you. I will treat Jiajia and her family well in the future."

Liang Yuejin didn't react at first, "Brother, don't worry, I..."

Halfway through the conversation, he also felt that something was wrong. He told He Ping how Jiajia's family made things difficult for him.

"When she's married, her parents are your parents, and your parents are also her parents, understand?"

Although Liang Yuejin was a little too much, he was still conscious. He understood the meaning of He Ping's words, and he took a look at Yu Jiajia.

Yu Jiajia's eyes were red. Because of the dowry, she was caught between Liang Yuejin and her father. For a while, she even had the idea of ​​making a clean break. Fortunately, Liang Yuejin still cared about her and satisfied her father's wishes. will.

Today He Ping's two words touched her tears, and the tears flowed down.

Liang Yuejin hurriedly stood up to comfort her, "I'm sorry Jiajia, it's all my fault."

He Ping patted him on the shoulder, left without saying a word.

After attending Liang Yuejin's wedding, He Ping rarely experienced some psychological fluctuations that can be called sad.

He was already middle-aged when he traveled through time, and anyone who has had this experience should understand the hard work of a middle-aged man.

Sometimes he would rather stay alone in the car in a daze after get off work than go into the house.

It's not that he hates his wife, children and parents, it's just that he knows that after stepping through that door, he is not himself.

Behind that door he is the Son of Man, the husband, the father, but not himself alone.

The unspeakable pressure and responsibility is the burden of life. He dare not get sick, lose his job, let alone show slack.

Because he knew that he would disappoint his beloved and make that seemingly happy family shatter in an instant.

God gave himself a chance to do it again, he seemed to have thrown away the troubles of the future generations, but whenever he thought of it, he couldn't stop the pain in his heart.

He threw the burnt cigarette butt under his feet, it was useless to think, let's look ahead.

In this era, he has a wife and a son, and only by earnestly living this life can he be worthy of himself and his relatives.

Back home, He Ping received a call from Sister Wang Fu.

It turned out that "Red Sorghum Family" had already been serialized in "People's Literature", and the editorial department planned to publish it according to the old rules.

This time He Ping did not agree to Sister Wang Fu's request.

"Why?" Sister Wang Fu was puzzled.

"Sister, you know, I have also set up a publishing house myself, and I plan to publish my own works in the future."

Sister Wang Fu was silent for a moment after hearing He Ping's explanation, and said with some regret: "Since you want to publish it yourself, I can't persuade you anymore, but in the future, you will need to find Eldest Sister for serialization of your new works!"

"Sister, don't worry about this. "People's Literature" has helped me so much, and our previous cooperation has been very pleasant. If there are new works in the future, my first choice will be yours."

After receiving He Ping's affirmative answer, Sister Wang Fu's mood improved a lot. After joking with him a few words, the two hung up the phone.

Now that he decided to publish "Red Sorghum Family" by himself, He Ping called Liang Yuejin. At this time, he was preparing to travel for his honeymoon.

"The serialization of "Red Sorghum Family" has been completed, and I plan to publish it in our publishing house."

On the phone, Liang Yuejin was very happy to hear He Ping's decision. Whether it was "Fugui" or "Jiahui", Liang Yuejin had been coveting He Ping's best-selling books for a long time. How much money would he make if he published them himself.

This time He Ping finally got his book published by the publishing house, which is great news.

Liang Yuejin immediately wanted to stay and finish the publication of "Red Sorghum Family" before leaving.

"I'm just telling you, just think about finishing this matter when you come back. The most important thing now is your wedding trip with Jiajia. What does it matter if the book is published a month earlier or later."

Liang Yuejin was persuaded by He Ping, "Well, I will do this as soon as I get back."

Liang Yuejin took Yu Jiajia on a honeymoon trip, but he couldn't escape those places, Beijing, Shanghai, Yangzhou, and Nanshan.

He Ping specifically explained to him, "Call me if you have any difficulties in getting to the place. At least I know a few people."

"Don't worry, I will definitely trouble you if something happens."

Time passed quickly, and the commune reform in Ping County officially started before the [-]th. Mao Xueshan, the deputy county magistrate in charge of propaganda, was once again very busy.

He Ping often staggered with him when he went to eat at home, and the father-in-law basically returned home after eight o'clock in the evening.

Compared with the busyness and restlessness of the government, the influence of the people is much smaller. No matter how the grassroots organizations change, there is always a level of government that will directly control them.

Whether it is called a production team or a village committee, there is no essential difference for the majority of farmers.

The National Day passed in a rush, and this busyness of course refers to other people. It is impossible for an idler like He Ping to be busy.

But he was really busy that day, and he ran to the train station early in the morning, with the old man Mao Xueshan standing beside him, and He Ping chatting with Hao Jianjun.

"What kind of guests are you picking up today?"

"Haven't you heard? The crew of National TV."

"I really don't know. The station has been so busy recently. Is it the one who said I was going to shoot "Jia Hui"?" He Ping is now a celebrity in Ping County, but anyone who has a relationship with him will not take a few days. It can be passed on to everyone in the county.

"Well, isn't this the pre-production preparation, and now it's time to enter the shooting stage."

Hao Jianjun sighed: "It really made you stand up, I just finished filming "Northeast Love Story", and "Jiahui" is coming again. Are you really planning to turn your Hantun into a place dedicated to filming TV?" !"

"It's all for publicity!"

While the two brothers were talking, the train pulled into the station, and He Ping and the others who came to meet them gathered together on the platform, which was very recognizable.

A hale and hearty old comrade got out of the car first, followed by a group of people followed by Wu Yang.

Before He Ping could speak, the old comrade grabbed He Ping's hand first, "Teacher He Ping, hello, I'm Wang Fulin."

He Ping was a little surprised, "You always know me?"

"Hehe, I saw your photo when the Mao Dun Literature Award was being judged."

He Ping didn't expect that there was such a connection, "Hello, Director Wang, welcome, and welcome to all comrades in the crew."

He introduced to Wang Fulin: "This is Comrade Mao Xueshan, the deputy county magistrate in charge of propaganda work in our Ping County."

"Hello, County Magistrate Mao."

"Hi Director Wang, welcome to Ping County."

(End of this chapter)