Yuan Chunhua defected to her sister Yuan Qiuhua and went to Guangzhou.

Yuan Qiuhua first returned to Yaoshan Island in his hometown of Fushui Lake from Beijing, and after a period of recuperation and recuperation, balancing his mind, smoothing his emotions, and repairing his mentality, he returned to his ancestral house in Hubu Lane, Wuhan. After experiencing gathering and parting, grievances and hatreds, she has understood that the world is impermanent, life is fragile, the world is unprovoked, people's hearts are obscene, social disorder, and life is cumbersome. When the weather is good and she happens to be in a good mood, she will visit relatives and friends, and occasionally skip meals.

The third uncle, who also lived in the ancestral house, watched Yuan Qiuhua abandon himself decadently, and gradually came to such a point, he changed from distress to panic, changed from angry and scolded to gentle persuasion, and then hinted at directions. After dinner, he called out to Yuan Qiuhua and said, "You are anxious to go, please stay! Uncle has something to discuss with you, please move to the study."

Yuan Qiuhua pressed his hand to his chest, bowed his head, bowed to him, and coquettishly smiled: Ouch, uncle, what else do you have to tell the old man? Well, the little nephew listens!

Cousin Yuan Bozhi laughed and laughed: You two sing, Dad, you have a long beard, sister, you don't wear a Western top hat. Through the drama yes.

The third uncle gave him a roll of his eyes: Don't make trouble!

Go into the study. Yuan Qiuhua sat on the sofa, and the third uncle made her a cup of coffee and put it on the coffee table. He pulled out a book from the bookcase, brought it over, and put it on the coffee table. Yuan Qiuhua raised his eyes and saw that it was "The Biography of Li Shicheng". Her heart was pounding, and she didn't know when or what made the third uncle angry?

The third uncle said: Look at you, your face is as tight as a steel wire, stiff as a wooden plank, as if you are facing a great enemy. Let's chat, as for the nervousness, I don't eat people, take it easy!

Yuan Qiuhua stretched out his hand and rubbed his temples, shrugged his nose, blinked, and smiled at him: It's all because this study is too Xiao Mu, you are fierce and powerful, so scaring people!

The third uncle said: cough, if you go to Beijing, you will learn to play poor?

Yuan Qiuhua pouted: Hey, don't mention Beijing, if you say it again, I'll raise my legs and leave.

The third uncle said: You have the ability and talent, but you only lack a platform to show. As long as you are willing to cooperate, I can make you popular, make you popular, and then become a professional writer who leads the country. If you work hard enough, you can also get a special allowance from the State Department, just like your dad did.

Yuan Qiuhua said: Wow, everyone says that he is a good person, and everyone bullies good people. Since I was a child, I vowed that I would never live like my father, and if I was not suffocated to death, I would be mad. I don't want it.

The third uncle said: The troubled times are unkind, the traitors are in power, and the gentlemen do not exist. But after all, the times are advancing, and you are much luckier than your father! Your father has been writing all his life, and he is still an amateur writer, and he is still at the level of science and technology.

Yuan Qiuhua said: Thirty years ago, my father worked in the commune, ran errands, and entered the administration by mistake, and later worked as a secretary for Xie Qingxi, but he also failed to rise to the top. On the contrary, because of Xie Qingxi's ascension, he became the object of revenge for Xie's rival Wang Weimin, who was suppressed and stuck in his neck, depressed, and did not raise his eyebrows in his life.

The third uncle said: After the New Year, the eldest brother will be fifty years old, if he can't go to the deputy director level this time, he will have no singing at all. Well, age is a knife, and if you cross the red line, you will be cut.

Yuan Qiuhua said: There are still ten years before retirement, so let's suffer slowly. Babbling wow, die before leaving the school, and the beautiful scenery of the good day is not a good day!

The third uncle said: I was talking about you, but you digressed, stop it. Why are you so ruffian? So unserious! I really want to spit on your face.

Yuan Qiuhua spread his arms and leaned back against the sofa: Naughty and mischievous things, haven't you never done it? Come on, I'll wait! Tsk, since I was a child, how many fingers have I eaten of you? Uh, the protrusions make you bounce, see your forehead? Almighty God, come and save me!

The third uncle picked up the book and threw it on her chest: "Bark, I haven't used my power yet, you just quack, chirping, chirping, pretending to be crazy and stupid, trying to alarm who will save you! Phew, the best savior is yourself!

The book slipped to the ground, Yuan Qiuhua picked up the book, and silently put it on the coffee table.

The third uncle said: I helped you create the opportunity, can you seize it, I don't mean to take advantage of the situation to come to power, listen to it!

Yuan Qiuhua said: I'm tired of singing on stage, I didn't sing well and was knocked down, I was embarrassed, or standing under the platform to watch the play, the most comfortable and elegant.

The third uncle said: You are a smart person, but you are not tactful enough, you can't integrate resources, and you can't use them flexibly. What's going on, it's a little stupid, and it's still old-fashioned, is your father's arrogant and lofty gene inherited from you!

Yuan Qiuhua said: Parents don't have to choose, who is engaged in genetic screening? I only want the good ones, not the bad ones, you tell me, and I will find them.

The third uncle said: "Cynicism, why? You keep mixing like this, do you mix yourself up like a bad guy?"

Yuan Qiuhua said: To be a bad guy also needs capital, I don't have enough IQ, I can only be willing to be ordinary.

The third uncle said: Alas, you think about it for a while, and then reply to me.

At this time, the third uncle was the head of the Propaganda Department of the Provincial Party Committee, not only in charge of the propaganda media, book publishing, but also in charge of literary and artistic groups. The third uncle's intentions, Yuan Qiuhua understood, literature is not easy to mix, but the literary circle is easy to mix. As long as there are people above, it is easy to make a name for yourself, and after stepping into the literary world, you will be familiar with the face, the association, the competition, the award, the job, fame and fortune, and the film and television, which are all open secrets.

Initially focusing on pure literature, Yuan Qiuhua only wanted to speak with her works, she worked hard, writing hard day and night, but when her works were written, no one cared about them, neither could they be published in journals, nor could they be published in newspapers, and it seemed that they were only suitable for printing in tabloids. When she wrote the biography of "Li Shicheng" later, whether it was character building, plot arrangement, detailed description, or language narration, she no longer racked her brains and bothered to work hard, but just copied the common clichés and used the usual route without thinking. Because of the background and status of the character prototype, and the social influence, coupled with Xiao Lizi's dark box operation, the green light all the way and the successful publication, there is no doubt that it was successful, the prototype was named, the author profited, the state collected taxes, and win-win cooperation, all of which were happy. Of course, this kind of difference, she will not be stupid enough to tell the truth, this is related to the face of the literary circle, it is wise to try her best to maintain the window paper, you have to pierce it, it is a provocation, and you will become a public enemy. Although everyone knows that in addition to making money, these books are meaningless, uninteresting, not elegant and not fine, and in a few years they will be waste paper, and they will not escape the fate of being disposed of as garbage.

My father climbed the lattice all his life and wrote countless official documents, news, essays, and scripts, which have long been sleeping in the pile of old papers with the changes of the times. Yuan Qiuhua felt pathetic, confused, and wandering for him and his words. But no matter how down, he has never slackened, his articles have also been compiled into the textbooks of the Department of Journalism of Wuhan University, and have also been compiled into the textbooks of the Municipal Teachers College, and he has also been a visiting professor, and his name has also been listed in the county annals. Yuan Qiuhua understands better in his heart that for the bare-handed educated youth in the countryside, his father can achieve such an achievement, and he is also worthy of the respect and admiration of future generations. However, the Internet has changed life, the emergence of blogs, and the rise of literary websites have not only broken the industry fortress of reading and writing, but also made the threshold for writing and publishing lower, the cost lower, and the return higher. Yuan Qiuhua is also an Internet writer, after all, the Internet is simpler, faster, and a shortcut. Although the traditional media is in decline, and although young people do not worship the iron rice bowl in the system, the third uncle wants her to take the last train of the last train to love her and lick the calf affectionately, but she can't bear to decline. If her father had a close relative like the third uncle at her age, I believe he would agree without hesitation, and then completely changed his fate. Time cannot be turned back, and life cannot be replicated, this is a purely false proposition.

The taste of pears is not appetizing, and you will only know after eating it. No matter what the result is, Yuan Qiuhua decided to try, and only after trying can he speak out, so that he did not complain, and he did not regret it. She replied to the third uncle and said, "Give it a try." The third uncle asked her to bring her work. Yuan Qiuhua rummaged through the cabinets, found a pure literary manuscript written more than ten years ago, revised it slightly, and handed it to the third uncle for review.

On the third day, the third uncle reported a person's name and address, and asked her to bring the manuscript to the door to learn art. This person is the head of the Provincial Writers' Association, and he has long been famous at home and abroad, Yuan Qiuhua has admired him for 20 years, and he has been the president and editor-in-chief of the magazine. These manuscripts, which she once sent to this magazine, were shot and returned.

Yuan Qiuhua said: My manuscript has already been sentenced to death by him, so there is no need to hit the wall again, right?

The third uncle said: Back then, you and I were nobodies, and we couldn't get into his eyes at all. The manuscript was shot at the first trial, and there was no chance to send it to his desk. I said hello to him, and he said yes, you just go, he knows how to do it.

When Yuan Qiuhua saw him, he was respectful, calling "teacher" in his mouth, and sincerely asked for advice. He flipped through the manuscript and gave sincere guidance, from the idea of the characters to the unfolding of the plot, from the development of events to the trajectory of fate, from the beginning to the end of the blank space. His eloquence is too good, his mouth is like a river, he talks endlessly, and he is quite tireless, which is equivalent to popularizing literary knowledge to Yuan Qiuhua for free. He kept talking, not only Yuan Qiuhua couldn't interject and couldn't ask questions, he himself forgot the time, his tongue spit lotus until midnight, his wife sat next to him and watched TV, and they all began to fall asleep, and finally couldn't stay up to the biological clock of going to bed early, so they went to sleep first. It wasn't until the third uncle honked the horn downstairs that he stopped.

When escorting Yuan Qiuhua downstairs, his hands covered with age spots seemed to inadvertently touch her chest once, and seemed to deliberately hug her waist from time to time. Yuan Qiuhua got into the car and said goodbye. He was still unsatisfied, opened the door of the cab, and reported to the third uncle on the operation of the magazine, reflecting the shortage of funds.

The third uncle yawned: Your old man, please go back, if you have any needs, just submit a report, if you can approve, I will definitely approve, and if you can allocate funds, I will definitely allocate funds.

On the way home, the third uncle said: publish it first, then hold a work reading meeting, win another award, and then join the Provincial Writers Association. Write the script again, whether it can be filmed or not, first organize a group of people to say "can shoot", create momentum, and expand the influence.

Yuan Qiuhua said: It's a big deal, it's a momentum, and it's hype. As for whether it will be filmed in the end, no one cares.

The third uncle said: The master creates the current situation, and the current situation creates a celebrity.

Yuan Qiuhua said: People are popular, but they are not popular, learn to be a dummy. How long can a celebrity be popular if he is not a talent?

The third uncle said: As long as it becomes popular, even if it is a year and a half, it is enough to get a compilation index.

At dawn, Yuan Qiuhua resigned: I miss Shenzhen, I want to go south.

When the third uncle heard this, he sighed, reached out and touched her head, and smiled again: Okay, there are arrogant bones and ambitions, and the surname Yuan is not in vain. I wish you a smooth journey!

Yuan Qiuhua came to Guangzhou and worked as a copywriter and graphic editor in a cultural technology development company.