All the rituals have ended, and everyone can disperse and go into the bamboo forest to pluck bamboo shoots.

This is like a habit, after the Qingming Festival to worship the ancestors, everyone will go into the bamboo forest to pull bamboo shoots, and after everyone fills a burlap bag, they will wait at the foot of Lingzhu Mountain. The bamboo shoots pulled out today will be separated from the ones pulled in the future, and after drying, they will only be eaten in the Mid-Autumn Festival and the New Year.

Reunion Festival: Eating bamboo shoots on this day will bring good luck to the whole family.

"Qinghe, Qinghe, what's wrong? Why don't you talk all of a sudden? Qinghe? Lu Qiang was frightened by Lu Qinghe's sudden froze.

There used to be children who came to worship their ancestors, and their souls were lost in the middle of the day, and when they woke up from sleep, they wouldn't say anything and wouldn't do anything. I also have to find the old man in the village, and I will go up the mountain in the middle of the night and throw the dark coin to invite the soul to wake up.

Lu Qiang thought that Qinghe had also lost his soul, and his screams were louder, and Lu Sanmin and Lu Sicai both came out of the bamboo forest again: "What's wrong?" What happened? ”

"Huh? It's okay, Dad, third uncle, fourth uncle, brothers, I'm fine. It was suddenly standing on the land of the grave of his previous life, Lu Qinghe felt a little emotional.

Lu Qiang's face turned white with fright just now, and he hugged Qinghe and hurriedly comforted: "It's okay, it's okay." The third brother, the fourth brother is okay just now, just now, Qinghe couldn't be called for a while, I thought, I thought, "Why don't you say it, they can guess it at their age."

I don't believe in these ghosts and gods, but there are many things in the countryside that really can't be explained by science.

As for the little kid who lost his soul just now, the kid didn't have anything to do. He sleeps and eats, but he shouldn't talk to anyone. It's really like the guy on TV, the walking dead. This is the reason why the children who worship their ancestors in the village must be over eight years old.

"Ah Qiang, you guys go down to the foot of Lingzhu Mountain early. Qinghe must be tired, we will go to the foot of the mountain to share some bamboo shoots for you to take home. Lu Sicai received the meaning of the third brother and said it.

"Okay, let's go down first. Thank you. Lu Qiang's voice was a little choked.

When Lu Qinghe was still inexplicable, she had been taken down the mountainside by her father, and when she saw the bamboo shoots on both sides of the mountain road, she wanted to try it: "Dad, let's pull the bamboo shoots while walking." She already knew from the fourth child the meaning of pulling bamboo shoots today.

All that has not been done in previous lives. Lu Qinghe wanted to try again. She also wants to bring good luck to her family and eat the bamboo shoots from Lingzhu Mountain that she plucked with her own hands.

Lu Qiang began to disagree, Lu Qinghe immediately coquettish, and under the attack of Lai Qiang, Lu Qiang doted on the compromise. But the requirements can only be in his line of sight. In this way, Lu Qinghe also happily accepted it, but several times, because there were a lot of bamboo shoots, he couldn't help but climb deep into the bamboo forest.

If it weren't for her father shouting in the back, she would really forget about it unconsciously. Only starting from the halfway up the mountain, Lu Qinghe and his father worked together. actually pulled out half a bag of bamboo shoots, all of which were the size of my father's thumb and about 20 centimeters long.

Dad said that this kind of bamboo shoots are the most beautiful, and the fried bacon is super delicious when dried and put on the plate.

"Hey, little four, you also pulled out the bamboo shoots, I thought you wouldn't pull them out." Lu Qinghe was tired like that, and the fourth child was very distressed and wanted to accompany her. But his father, the fifth brother and the third brother all pulled him into the bamboo forest. But he soon filled the sack with burlap and came down to wait.

"Fourth, yes, so fast." Lu Qiang is in a good mood. patted the fourth child's little shoulder. Inexplicably, he looked at the daughter who was picking bowls of flowers there, if it was a son, why not a son?

"Little Four, you can't pick it, you can't pick it up for dinner at night, let it go." That's why the bowl flower is named. If you pick a bowl flower, your hand will shake that night, and the bowl will fall out of your hand and break. These are all handed down by the elderly, and the flowers are beautiful, but because of rumors, they have never been picked.

Mainly, it costs a lot of money to break a bowl. How could there be a bowl to break at that time? No bowl to eat, right?

Anyway, Lu Qinghe doesn't believe it, how can there be so many weirdness.

didn't wait for Lu Qinghe to successfully pick it off, but he was already pulled away by the fourth child: "Little Si, don't be willful, the bowl flower in Lingzhu Mountain is very good." No, everything in Lingzhu Mountain is very spiritual, my grandfather said, here are all our ancestors lived, we can't break the rules of the old. ”

The first time he saw the fourth child teach himself so seriously, Lu Qinghe subconsciously touched his nose, and then smiled at the fourth child: "Okay, I won't pick it off, I'll sit there and rest." "It's really embarrassing to be taught a lesson by someone younger than me.

Lu Qiang also sat next to the bamboo shoots, watching Qinghe and Lao Si chatting there, and the corners of his face were raised.

It's better to be a son than a son, and there's nothing to be ashamed of. A daughter is not necessarily better than a son.

His eyes looked at the highest place of Lingzhu Mountain.

In the three hours after coming back, Lu Qinghe was on his father's back, and when he returned to Lingu Village, Lu Qinghe was picked up from Lu Qiang's back by Cheng Jixiang, washed her feet and face with hot water, and then went to sleep on the bed prepared for Lu Qinghe last time. For more than two years, Lu Qinghe's family has lived in the store, and they don't fire when they come back.

"Little Four, I'm really tired. Ah Qiang, don't take her next year, you see, her feet are full of blisters. If it weren't for Lu Qinghe's sound sleep, when Lu Qiang picked up a blister for her after washing her feet, she would have woken up in pain.

Lu Qiang didn't say yes or no, but after thanking Cheng Jixiang, he went to the ancestral hall to help cook.

Qingming ancestor worship is a major event of the Lu family in the village, not only everyone has to contribute money, but also to eat together, cultivate feelings, many people who have already gone out to work, will ask for leave to come back.

During the three-day holiday, Lu Qiang and Lu Qinghe both spent time in Lingu Village, and when Lu Qinghe returned home, Cheng Kun came to find Lu Qinghe, saying that he had her letter.

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Ansa City, Student Monthly Magazine Agency, Editorial Department of Primary School Student Monthly, Editor-in-Chief Office.

Chu Anhui, who was wearing glasses, looked at Song Jiji, who was transferred from college for an internship, and asked with a not very good face: "Xiao Song, is there anything wrong?" If you have nothing to do, take a look at the submitted letters, and ask your seniors how to have a pair of eyes to find good articles, and don't stare at me all day long. ”

Song Jiji was transferred to study at the magazine because of her family relationship, and it was not her intention to come to the student monthly magazine club. It's true that she likes literature, but she doesn't like to be in charge of elementary school students' compositions. Naturally, work is not careful.

Many people in the editorial department have taken her through the back door. Newcomers who can't endure hardships and squeamishness are very despised, and it's normal to have a bad attitude.

It's just that Song Jiji is particularly excited about this meeting. Even if Editor-in-Chief Chu insinuated against her, she was not angry, and the hand that handed him the manuscript trembled a little: "Editor-in-Chief Chu, I, I." I found good articles. I can't tell if such an article was written by a third-grader as the letter says it says. ”

Chu Anhui took the letter in Song Jiji's hand, as well as five manuscripts full of words. The words are written very delicately and properly. Indeed, at a glance, you can tell that you have worked hard to practice, and the five articles are all short stories, like essays and novels or poems. In particular, this proposition is "Me Ten Years Later".

There will be homework in the primary school Chinese textbook of "Me Ten Years Later", and many primary school students write it ten years later. I became a scientist, a singer, an inventor, a clothing store owner, a military commander, a general manager, etc., like a child, full of unrealistic fantasies about the future.

And this one is quite different, she seems to write about her own goals or aspirations for the future. The names of the poems or novels mentioned in it are all real.

Tempus fugit. The sun and the moon are like edges.

Ten years later, I am the first writer to make the rich list. Every day is to sit in a café, drink a cup of coffee, and bang on your laptop. The novel "The Legend of the Ancient Sword", which has just been completed, has been bought the rights to the film and television. The modern poem "Ten Years" written yesterday was uploaded to the blog for only ten minutes, and the famous singer bought the copyright of the arrangement.

Many of the modern poems I have written have been arranged and become the most popular songs, such as "Little Dimples" written by me to my classmate He Wei, and "Father" written to my father, which have become the most popular songs.

"Me Ten Years Later" mentions about a dozen modern poems and several novel titles. There are also short stories.

Among them, it is written in "Ten Years",

Ten years ago

I don't know you, you don't belong to me

We were still with a stranger

Walk through the familiar streets

Ten years later

We are friends and can also greet

It's just that that gentleness can no longer find a reason to hug

Lovers inevitably end up being friends

Since the arms can not stay

Why not leave at the time

Tears streaming while enjoying it

"Father" was even more moved to tears

I always ask you for it but never say thank you

It wasn't until I grew up that I understood that it wasn't easy for you

Always pretend to be relaxed every time you leave

Smiled and said, go back, turn around and wet your eyes with tears

I want to hold your warm palms as before

But you are not by my side to carry the breeze to your well-being

Time slows down, don't let you get old anymore

I would like to exchange my qiē for your long stay

"How about it, Editor-in-Chief Chu, can you use these copies?" Song Jiji obviously found that Chu Anhui, a strict old master-like figure, had red eyes after reading several manuscripts in his hand. Especially for the modern poem "Father", I don't know whether I was excited or moved, my hands were the same as Song Jiji, a little shaky.

"Nice, quite, exceptional. You write me back now, ask her if she has submitted the novel in her hand, and if not, let her submit it to us. Such a good manuscript, if it is published in the literary edition of the daily newspaper in Ansha City, the sales will definitely explode. ”

Chu Anhui completely lost the usual image of Yan Sù, such a good modern poem, if it was really written by a third-grade elementary school student, it was really a genius. And was such a treasure really the first thing he discovered? In the end, Chu Anhui made a decision, and the five manuscripts were directly entered into the third, fourth, and fifth grade primary school students' monthly magazines in the first half of the year.

I personally wrote a letter and sent an urgent letter to reply to the past.

Use the highest author's manuscript fee to send money to this child named Lu Qinghe.

After finishing a qiē, he immediately called to make an appointment with the editor-in-chief of the literary section of the Ansha Daily, who was also his mentor.

I finally had the opportunity to repay the cultivation of the teacher.

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Lu Qinghe looked at the letter and asked her for an appointment. This surprised her, and the other party said that he could help recommend the novel mentioned in "Me Ten Years Later" to the editor-in-chief of Ansha Daily. even asked her for other manuscripts, the manuscript fee for novels is 1 cent per word, and 20 yuan for a modern poem.

It's good, but the remittance order hasn't arrived yet, and Lu Qinghe didn't reply immediately. For the ancient sword and strange tales, she remembered them all when she watched TV in her previous life, and if she wanted to describe it in words, she would need a lot of time to cultivate it without changing the original flavor.

It can be seen that Lu Qinghe is busier than his three sisters at night, and he often does not sleep until eleven or twelve o'clock at night. It was in this way that Lu Qinghe began to sleep during class, and her classmates had even greater opinions about her.

The students in the top class, but they are all stronger than the ordinary class, discipline, academic performance, learning atmosphere, there are no all kinds of bad behaviors, now Lu Qinghe is a halfway transfer student, or a skipping student, there is such behavior, many people are not unbearable, she destroys the collective honor.

"Lu Qinghe, come with me to the office." As soon as Ding Zhenjiang's Chinese class ended, he invited Lu Qinghe to the office: "Lu Qinghe, He Jiayi has already memorized your name six times this week, you can't think that you have good grades and sleep in class every day, you have to call your parents like this again." Did you know that more than half of the class doesn't like you now? ”

This student with good grades has such a bad habit, which really gives Ding Zhenjiang a headache.

You say that others are sleeping, and the teacher shouts to answer the question, it must be out of trouble; And this Lu Qinghe, even if the teacher called her up to answer the question, her eyes were closed, and the answers she said were extremely accurate. It's such a headache, such an outlier, such a misfit.

"I'm sorry Mr. Ding, I won't do this next time." Lu Qinghe rubbed her eyes, and was called to the office by Teacher Ding, and Lu Qinghe was sober.

She still has a history of thinking that someone who dares to sleep when the head teacher and school director is in class.

"Forget it, this Saturday class will hold a spring outing. I hope you can seize the opportunity to build a good relationship with your classmates. "Good seedlings are liked by any teacher, Ding Zhenjiang is a little helpless when he encounters Lu Qinghe.

Lu Qinghe returned to the classroom, and He Wei came around: "Little girl, did Teacher Ding say you?" I think He Er is just idle and panicked, and deliberately remembered your name for you. "He Er, is He Wei's nickname for He Jiayi, why is it called He Er? Because one plus one equals two, as a member of the disciplinary committee He Jiayi, she is really dedicated.

Every day in class, every class, the name on the discipline book, the three words Lu Qinghe are the most.

With such an obvious targeting, can He Wei not hate her?

"Sister Wei, I'm fine, I brought bubble gum, you can eat one." Lu Qinghe didn't take this kind of named trivial matter to heart, and after more than a week, Lu Qinghe finally straightened out the text of Gu Jian Qitan, and when she wrote it in the future, she believed that she would write it very smoothly.

Tomorrow, I will send the 30,000 words I have written to Editor Chu, and by the way, I will receive the manuscript fee.

"Alas, little girl, you bring such candy to eat every day, aren't you afraid that your teeth will break? However, I envy your family for opening such a shop, you can eat whatever you want at any time. When I grow up, I want to open one, so I have to eat it every day. He Wei took Lu Qinghe's bubble gum unceremoniously and ate it deliciously. (To be continued.) )