Rebirth 2004: A lone figure in the literary world

Chapter 21 Same news, different night
Bishui'an Community in Changfu County is the first luxury real estate project in the county. The unit price reached a staggering 2200 yuan per square meter. A large four-bedroom house costs nearly 30 yuan, which is close to the housing price in Fuhai City.

Song Shiyu's home is the most expensive duplex on the top floor of Bishui'an, with two floors and 280 square meters. The family of three was also eating and watching the Changfu County news.

Song Shiyu's father, Song Tiancheng, looks elegant and easy-going. He is the CEO of "Jingying Media", the largest advertising company in Fuhai City. He usually stays in the city, and only returns to his hometown Fuhai to live when the Chinese New Year is approaching.

Song Shiyu's mother, Liu Meijun, was originally a soprano in the city music troupe. After Song Shiyu decided to return to Changfu to attend high school, she took a long vacation and came to Changfu to take care of her daughter.

Seeing Song Shiyu's wonderful performance on TV, his father Song Tiancheng smiled happily and said, "Yuyu sings really well and plays the guitar well. It's just that the camera of this county station is not good, the picture is a bit blurry... I told Director Xu to change the equipment a long time ago, but he refused."

Liu Meijun's expression was not so good. After the program was over, she asked seriously, "When did you start playing the guitar again?"

Song Shiyu's face suddenly lost color again, and she whispered, "...at school, occasionally..."

Liu Meijun said: "I have said it before. It is easy to form calluses on your fingertips when playing guitar, which will affect your piano touch. And is the guitar an instrument played by serious people? To put it nicely, it is playing, to put it bluntly, it is playing. I have only heard of 'playing guitar', have you ever heard of 'playing piano'?
Also, the Central Conservatory of Music entrance exam will be held next month. If your performance is affected, you will cry!"

Song Shiyu could only nod and say, "Yes."

And every time this happened, Song Tiancheng could only pretend to read the newspaper.

Song Shiyu put down the remaining half bowl of rice, stood up, and said, "I'm full, I'm going to practice the piano."

When the pleasant sound of "ding ding dong dong" came out from the piano room at home, Liu Meijun's expression eased a little, but she still glared at Song Tiancheng fiercely and said, "It's all your fault."

Song Tiancheng put down the newspaper, smiled bitterly, and had to change the subject: "Yuyu's song was actually written by her classmate, the Zhang Chao who was interviewed at the end, right? He writes well, and has good conversation skills. He is a talented person."

Liu Meijun said disdainfully: "It's just a little cleverness. Just write some pop songs, which will be blown away by the wind."

Song Tiancheng shook his head, knowing that his wife had deep prejudices in music, and stopped talking.

In another community in Changfu, a family was also watching the news.

If living in "Bishui'an" in Changfu symbolizes wealth, then living in this community in Changfu symbolizes power.

This community has no official name, only a house number, "No. 2 Shengli South Road". People in Changfu are used to calling it "No. 2 Courtyard".

Lanting's family lives here, but today is a big party, in addition to Lanting's family, there is also her uncle's family. So the living room is very lively.

After Song Shiyu finished singing, the family started chatting.

Lan Ting's uncle is Yin Ping, pen name Yang Ping. He is the vice chairman of the Municipal Federation of Literary and Art Circles. He is a well-known local writer and poet. He is also a researcher of the city's folk art and mountain song opera.

Of course, his most formal identity is an associate professor in the Department of Chinese Language and Literature at Fuhai Normal University.

Yin Ping praised: "This Zhang Chao is not simple. This song is very well written! Tingting, you are a talented classmate!"

Lan Ting said happily: "Didn't you read the poem "I am one of the many things that make my parents old" last time? Did you know that he gave a lecture to all the senior high school students last night to share his experience in the Chinese language exam? It was a great lecture."

Yin Ping said: "Not only can he write the exam papers, but he can also speak well. He is indeed a talent."

Lan Ting said: "What a pity... What a pity that he is only a mediocre talent."

Yin Ping asked curiously, "Partial talent? How partial?" Lan Ting said, "His total score this time was just over 330, with only 8 points in math and 24 points in English."

Yin Ping was surprised and said, "Is it so biased? Isn't it the same as Han Han a few years ago, 'Seven red lights illuminate the future'?"

Lan Ting's words also attracted the attention of other adults. Lan Ting's father, Lan Yong, was nearly fifty years old, with gray hair on his temples, but he looked very dignified. He was originally reading a document, but he was also attracted by her words and put the document down.

Lan Ting said, "Don't joke. He is different from Han Han. He is not that rebellious. Maybe he just put all his attention into writing and fell behind in his studies. But if that happens, he won't be able to go to college in the future."

At this time, Lan Ting's mother came over with the washed fruits, and said with a smile: "Don't beat around the bush, just tell your uncle if you have anything to say." Lan Ting's mother, Yin Shengmei, works in the Municipal Women's Federation. She is good at observing people's expressions and understands her daughter well, so she immediately pointed out her little thoughts.

Lan Ting blushed, but soon she said calmly, "Mom knows me best... Actually, I just want to ask you, does Fuhai Normal School have any special policies for 'special talents' like him? Don't you think he is born to study Chinese?"

Yin Ping laughed loudly and said, "Our Tingting has grown up..." Seeing Lan Ting's face turn red again, he said seriously, "It doesn't matter whether I think so or not. Enrollment must be based on policy. His score is too low, and he has no awards to show for it. I'm afraid it won't work."

Lan Ting was a little anxious, and hurriedly asked, "Don't schools like Yanda, Qingdao University, and Fudan University make exceptions to admit first-prize winners of the 'New Concept Essay Contest' every year?"

Yin Ping said, "Those are the 985 and 211 universities. The Ministry of Education has given them quotas. How can a small university like us have such treatment? Besides, don't you know what happened in the past two days? Yanda has stopped making special admissions for the first prize winner of the essay competition."

Then he recounted what happened in Shanghai, leaving Lan Ting stunned.

Lan Ting said, "I never thought something like this would happen... It's so exciting. By the way, I have a classmate who is going to participate in the semi-finals this year. Before he left, he told me that he wanted to win the first prize and the admission to Yanda University. His name is Pang Yun."

Yin Ping said: "I don't think I saw this name in the first prize... But it's useless even if I win. The door is already closed."

Lan Ting said: "The one called 'Midnight Tide' is really amazing. It only used three articles... Fortunately, I didn't pass the preliminary round this year. Otherwise, I would be so embarrassed on the spot, and I might even cry to death."

Yin Ping said: "Who made you so stubborn that you refused to revise my article. Otherwise, you would have gone to the semi-finals long ago."

Lan Ting said: "If you change it, is it still mine? Uncle, you relied on yourself back then. I also want to go my own way!"

Everyone was chatting and laughing, and time passed by unknowingly.

It's quiet at night.

Yin Shengmei said to her husband, "Do you think our Tingting is interested in Zhang Chao... I have never seen her like this tonight."

Lan Yong said, "That Zhang Chao is indeed quite talented. Our Tingting also loves to write, so it's normal for her to have some little thoughts."

Yin Shengmei said: "Aren't you afraid..."

Lan Yong said, "What are you afraid of? Can you keep her tied to your belt forever? Tingting is 18 years old and sensible. Don't worry about her. If she had something to hide, she wouldn't have mentioned Zhang Chao in front of us today. This just shows that she has an open mind and it's purely a mutual admiration between classmates. Go to sleep."

Upon hearing this, Yin Shengmei had no choice but to lie down, but she still kept her eyes open.

After a while, Lan Yong said, "How about... tomorrow you talk to Tingting about this issue of male-female separation... just in case. After all, Tingting is a girl, and she's going to take the college entrance exam soon."

Yin Shengmei burst out laughing, but said nothing more. She turned off the bedside lamp and went to sleep.

(End of this chapter)