Four o'clock in the afternoon.
The company got off work early. It was the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Zhang Ye wanted to rest for another day tomorrow, so he stayed at the office for another half an hour to record the next day's episode of "The Wizard of Oz" before returning home. His mother had called him in the morning, asking him to go to his grandmother's place. Zhang Ye naturally had to obey, so he first returned to the rented apartment in Jiaomen to change into something more presentable.
As soon as he entered the corridor, he coincidentally bumped into Rao Aimin, who was taking the elevator downstairs.
"Eh, Landlady Auntie?" Zhang Ye greeted, "Where have you been these few days? Why haven't I seen you around? I've stuffed the rent into the crack of the door. See? "
"Yes, wait for me." Rao Aimin threw the trash bag in her hand into the dumpster by the door before taking the elevator with Zhang Ye. She glanced sideways at him, "Not bad, kid. You are in the limelight again. Did you get first place at the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet?"
Zhang Ye said proudly, "I guess so."
Rao Aimin flicked a thread off her arm. "You're still panting when I say you're fat. It's only those people who don't understand. What kind of poem is that? It's so good!"
Zhang Ye exclaimed, "Ah? My poems? "
"How did you write it? Recite it," Rao Aimin said.
"Alright, then why don't you analyze it for me? I don't believe it." Zhang Ye picked a quarrel with her. He thought to himself that there was actually someone who could find problems with Su Shi's most famous work? Wasn't this bullshit? The bunch of people from the Writers' Association were speechless. You can do it? He shook his head and recited with deep emotion, "When will the moon appear …"
"That's nonsense! When will there be? August 15th! "Rao Aimin pouted.
Zhang Ye was stunned. He suppressed his speechlessness and continued, "With a cup of wine, I ask the clear sky …"
Rao Aimin interrupted, "Do you still need to ask the heavens? Don't ask it, just ask me. I'll tell you, it's August 15th! "
Zhang Ye was already speechless. "… I wonder what year it is in the Heavenly Palace."
Rao Aimin interrupted again, "Didn't I tell you? Today is August 15th! 15th day of the 8th month of the 14th lunar calendar! Don't you have a calendar? "
Zhang Ye: "...% ¥# @ @ # @) (* &!"
Rao Aimin once again demonstrated her venomous nature. This was the first time Zhang Ye had heard such a sharp poem review. He was momentarily dumbfounded!
F * ck you!
Do you think "Shuidiao Getou" has a hundred thousand whys?!
Zhang Ye could no longer communicate with a person like the landlady, who did not have any literary accomplishments. He turned around and immediately went home to change his clothes. If he continued talking to the landlady, Zhang Ye estimated that there were only two outcomes. Either he would die from anger, or Su Shi would come back to life from anger! But thinking about it, Zhang Ye also hoped that there would be such a person among his fans. If a sharp-tongued queen like Rao Aimin were to participate in the troll army war, she would definitely be a valiant general. The landlady alone could match the battle power of a thousand people. That was the battlefield where she could truly showcase her strength. Well, on this point alone, the landlady was a rare talent!
…
Half past five.
The sky was still cloudy, and it looked like it was going to rain.
Zhang Ye came to Liu Li Qiao's maternal grandmother's house. This was an old district. It was slightly different from what he remembered. The district had been refurbished, so the houses looked newer. Clearly, this was also a result of the game ring's changes. Many things in this world had been slightly adjusted. Well, he did not know what changes had happened to his relatives. This was also the reason why Zhang Ye did not dare to come to his maternal grandmother's house after he started working. Strictly speaking, this was no longer the world he was familiar with. He was afraid of exposing himself.
Upstairs.
The inner door was open, but the anti-theft door was not closed. A few of his sisters' laughter could be heard coming from inside.
Zhang Ye opened the unlocked anti-theft door and entered. The first people he saw were his mother and third aunt, who were cooking in the kitchen, "Mom, Third Aunt."
His mother smiled, "Son, you're here?"
Third Aunt smiled and said, "Heh, our superstar is here."
"What superstar? I'm just a radio host. Don't belittle me." Zhang Ye said modestly. He turned around to look at the sofa, "First Uncle, First Aunt, Second Uncle, Third Uncle." He greeted them one by one, "Everyone is here? Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! "Only his second aunt was not around. He did not know what she was doing.
"Hey, Little Ye."
"I haven't seen you in a while."
"Quick, go in and see your grandparents."
Zhang Ye said, "Alright," and went into the house. The door was closed. His uncles were smoking, and his grandmother was afraid of the smoke. When she opened the door, he took out the nutritional and health supplements he had bought from the supermarket and handed them to the two elders, "Grandma, Grandpa, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival. How are the two of you?"
His grandmother liked Zhang Ye the most. The moment she saw him, she pulled him to sit down, "I'm doing well. My health is pretty good. I just miss you. Why haven't you come for a month?"
His grandpa also doted on Zhang Ye. There was no other way. Although Zhang Ye was his grandson, he was the only boy in the younger generation. The elderly were more traditional and had a soft spot for boys, "Little Ye is busy with work. He just started working, so how can he be as old as before?"
His grandmother said, "Heh, why did you buy so many things? How much did it cost? "
Zhang Ye smiled and said, "It's not much. It's just to show filial respect to the two of you. Eat it to nourish your body."
"Look at our Little Ye. He's so sensible." His grandmother beamed.
At this moment, there were shouts coming from the house. A few of them were like larks, clear and pleasant to the ear.
"My brother is here!"
"Brother! Quick, let me take a look! "
"A superstar! I have to pay my respects too! "
The three younger sisters squeezed into the small house.
His mother's family situation was quite interesting. His mother was the eldest sister in the family and was the oldest. She had three younger brothers, who were Zhang Ye's first, second and third uncles. The three uncles' children were all girls, who were also Zhang Ye's three female cousins.
The eldest sister was called Cao Dan. She was in her early twenties and was not much younger than Zhang Ye. She was currently studying in university.
The second sister was called Cao Tong. She was in high school and had a very straightforward temper. She was like a boy and liked to play around.
The third sister was called Cao Mengmeng. She was in junior high. This little girl was the most mischievous one. She would cause a ruckus all day long. There was nothing she did not dare to do.
In short, none of these three girls were easy to deal with.
When Zhang Ye saw them, he called out, "Little Dan, Little Tong, Mengmeng."
The eldest sister, Cao Dan, was considered the quietest among them. She obediently called out, "Brother."
The second and third sisters were not so particular. Cao Tong patted Zhang Ye on the shoulder, "Not bad, Brother. I haven't seen you for a few days and you've become a star!"
His grandmother gave her a sidelong glance, "This child, how can you speak to your brother like that?"
Cao Mengmeng was even worse. She giggled as she held onto Zhang Ye's arm, "After hearing my aunt's story, I specially went online to check. I really found quite a number of your works. Our school has even promoted 'Little Bunnies Be Good'. I only found out yesterday that it was written by my brother. How awesome. Hehe, Brother, how much money did you earn? Quickly tell us the truth. The few of us don't have any money to spend. My parents don't give us any pocket money either. We are all counting on you. "
Money?
Hur Hur, what kind of problem is that!?
You are my sisters. If you want money, how can I not give it?
Yes, but talking about money is too hurtful. Let's change the topic first!
Zhang Ye changed the topic and chatted with them about other things. His first and second uncles had also arrived, and they began chatting.
After a short exchange and some pleasantries, Zhang Ye had more or less figured out what was going on. It turned out that his relatives had not changed much, but there were still some changes. For example, his younger sister's school was no longer the junior high school that he remembered. His eldest younger sister's college entrance examination scores were several tens of points higher than he remembered. His first aunt's workplace had also changed to a place that he could not remember. These were considered small changes to him. After all, the world had become a new place. Many of the cultural industries had changed, so it was impossible that his family would not be affected. After understanding this, Zhang Ye also dared to speak. He did not need to be afraid of making too big of a mistake.
When it was almost time to eat, everyone was still talking about Zhang Ye.
"Little Ye has really grown up."
"When did Little Ye get involved in writing? I couldn't tell in the past? "
"That's right. I really couldn't tell in the past that Little Ye had talent in this area. Even if he was suddenly enlightened, it shouldn't be so big, right? I heard from Big Sis that Little Ye has even written poems? "
Third Aunt's tone was a little suspicious, but she did not have any ill intentions. She really could not understand. Other than Zhang Ye's studies and getting into a pretty good university, he was not outstanding at all. He had been too ordinary since he was young. Hence, they had previously discussed that Zhang Ye would at most find a behind-the-scenes job at a radio station or newspaper office after he graduated, writing documents or tinkering with lighting. Who knew that Zhang Ye had really found a suitable profession and was now firmly sitting as a broadcasting host at Beijing Radio Station!
His father did not say a word.
His mother did not like what she heard and was about to retort.
Suddenly, Second Aunt opened the door and came back. She was carrying a bag of mantou. She had gone to buy groceries. The moment she entered the house, she started chattering. She pulled out two newspapers from under her armpits, "Eh, Little Ye is off work? Quick, look, look. I just bought a newspaper from a newsstand. Little Ye has reported it. It's this afternoon's Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet. Little Ye has crushed all the professional writers from the Beijing Writers' Association and got first place! "
"Ah?"
"There's such a thing?"
"Quick, let me have a look."
"What newspaper? Tabloids? "
Everyone was very surprised.
Second Aunt said, "What tabloids? It's the Beijing Evening News. There's also the Beijing Times. They are all big newspapers. Their circulation is huge!"
Zhang Ye also turned his head to take a glance. He had passed by a newsstand just now, but did not buy it. He felt that the afternoon's matter would not be reported in the afternoon. The newspaper office had to prepare a draft in advance, so there was no time. Who knew that it would be published today? He had not seen the specific content.
His third sister, Cao Mengmeng, snatched it over, "Holy sh * t, Bro, you've really become famous. I thought it was just a small matter. So you've become so famous?"
The relatives passed the newspapers around and only then did they believe that Zhang Ye had really made a name for himself.
His maternal grandparents were very pleased. They kept praising their grandson's ability.
There was a female university student who wanted to commit suicide, but after she heard my son's poem, she immediately did not want to die. The next day, her whole family came crying to my son's office to thank him. As for the promotion of that fairy tale in Beijing, it might look like an ordinary story, but how could it be that ordinary? Back then, when my son published 'Little Bunnies Be Good', it shocked the entire country … Even the Education Bureau was shocked. I think it might even be written into primary school textbooks in the future. And the last time … "Zhang Ye's face was filled with pride as she began to boast about her son again," That's because you don't know. Little Ye is really awesome. Let's just talk about the last time.
During the meal, he listened to his mother's bragging.
Zhang Ye would sometimes blush when he heard it. He thought to himself that he was so awesome!
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