Chen Xing went back home first to put away his things, but there was no one at home. I don’t know what kind of job my father works, but my mother must be in the store anyway.
Taking the gift for his mother, Chen Xing went downstairs to the mahjong parlor, pushed open the curtain and went in. The familiar smell of cigarette smoke, air conditioning seasoning, and the constant wear and tear of all kinds of things instantly poured into Chen Xing's nose. .
The air is so bad!
"Mom!" Chen Xing shouted. This sound attracted everyone in the store. Chen Jiannan's son is back?
They were just here yesterday listening to Chen Ma read the article written by Chen Xing. It was so well written. Just by listening to the words, they could feel how beautiful the scenery of that place was and how simple the folk customs were.
It's only been a day, even people with Alzheimer's disease should have memories. Mother Chen was even more surprised.
She didn't even hear Chen Xing say when he would come back.
"Damn it!" Chen Xing walked up and put the gift for his mother in front of her, then looked around the store strangely and said, "What's wrong?" He silenced them all. Already?
Why did he stop talking and playing mahjong when he saw me coming in? What's going on?
"Xiao Xing, why didn't you tell us that you were going to be a family?"
"Yes, yes." Chen Xing snorted and said, "What writer? There isn't one."
"You still want to hide it from us. Yesterday, someone else sent the book here. It's so well written. If it were close, I'd want to take a look." Chen Xing immediately thought if the magazine was sending samples. The magazine is here.
This was the only possibility. After he got the talent of writing, he wrote an article in China National Geographic. As for the travel notes just uploaded on the Internet, it is impossible for these uncles and aunts to see them.
"Mom, did someone send me a sample magazine?"
"Yes, you kid, you didn't even tell us." Chen Xing was finally convinced and explained: "I'm not a writer, I'm just a photographer, and I wrote travel notes..."
"Why not? We have already submitted a letter!" The uncles and aunties who were watching were all talking. Chen Xing's head was getting big. If Chen Xing had admitted it elsewhere, he would have admitted it, and he could even brag about it with his friends. Just kidding or something.
But not here. Grandpas and aunts will make all kinds of corny jokes and inappropriate compliments to make you die of shame.
In the end, it was my mother who came to the rescue for Chen Xing. Chen Xing breathed a sigh of relief and made up his mind never to come here again. Or could he ask his parents to change their profession?
He thought it would be great to open a small shop. The door is open, the air is good, and the light is good. Apart from not making any money, it is better than the chess and card room.
He also sat at the counter and gave his mother a gift bag.
"A gift for you."
"You know how to bring me a gift, my good son, you didn't raise it in vain." Inside the white gift bag is a black box, with not many signs on it, only the text "givenchy".
After unpacking, it is a hand-knitted scarf that is mostly beige.
"It's a scarf."
"Well, winter is here. Please put it on and try to see if it feels comfortable." Mother Chen touched the material of the scarf and said, "This wool feels so comfortable. You can buy some of this wool back some time and I will give it to you with my own hands." You can buy it, it will definitely be cheaper than buying the finished product, how much did you pay for it?"
"About five hundred." Chen Xing said.
"Oh, that's not bad." Chen's mother happily gathered around. Compared with other families with deep hatred and bitterness, Chen Xing's mother has never suffered much. She is very young in age and mentality, so she can accept more fashionable accessories.
But the clothes are a bit old-fashioned and not suitable. I will take my mother to the supermarket tomorrow, Chen Xing thought. He had just made a small windfall, and being rich means being arrogant.
After playing for a while, Chen Xing was ready to go home. He still didn't feel comfortable staying here, so he stood up and said, "Then I'll go back first?"
"Let's go, let's go." As soon as he stood up, an aunt in the store suddenly remembered something.
"Chen Xing, your brother Yang Ping will be on winter vacation from Southwest University of Science and Technology in two weeks. Then you can play together. He also writes often, so you should have a common language." You are already an adult. What can we play together?
It’s not like Yang Ping and Chen Xing didn’t know that he was a nerd and couldn’t play with him. But when she mentioned things about college, Chen Xing remembered another thing.
Next year I will go to Paris to study at university. But don’t talk about it here. Let’s talk about it later in the evening when your parents get home.
As soon as Chen Xing came out of the mahjong parlor, he met two classmates whose names he couldn't remember. The two subconsciously shouted: "Hello, Brother Xing!"
"Well, hello." The end of the year is coming soon, and many people working outside have rushed back to the New Territories at this time. Only some college students have not come back yet. College students will have to wait until around the 10th of next month for their vacation.
7 p.m. The food tonight is very rich. There are a few cold dishes that Chen Xing bought on the road, and six hot dishes, three meat dishes, two vegetarian dishes and one soup. However, they were all cooked by Chen Xing’s mother after she got home. Chen Xing is not that good. craft.
In fact, as long as he knows how to cook, he can cook quite well, but he knows very little.
"I have something to tell you."
"What's going on?" Father Chen asked.
"As long as you want to do it, just do it. You don't need to ask for our permission. If you need money..." Chen Ma thought about it seriously and said,
"Within 100,000 at most, okay, you tell me."
"..."
"No, no, I don't want to start a business, it's just about going to school."
"read?"
"Are you going to drop out of school?" Before Chen Xing was still in the New Territories and had not gone to France or even to Tibet, Chen Xing had discussed studying with them at home. At that time, Chen's father called the school to confirm But if Chen Xing really doesn't want to go, then he doesn't have to go.
This matter is settled. To be honest, if Chen Xing hadn't insisted on continuing to study, Chen's parents and Chen's mother would have wanted to find him a restaurant to serve as an apprentice.
It’s not for studying anyway. If you learn a craft early, at least you won’t be hungry in the future.
"It's not about dropping out, it's about transferring. I was admitted to an art school in Paris and I need to transfer from Sweet City."
"Huh? You want to study abroad?"
"Have you been cheated?" Dad Chen didn't believe it. What's your son's level? Studying abroad, to put it harshly, do you have the keys?
I couldn’t even pass the high school entrance examination, so after a few years of dawdling, I even went to study abroad.
"I'm not cheated. I passed the serious art exam and am exempted from the exam." Chen Xing used his mobile phone to search for the video of his acceptance of the Winter Camera Best Story Award, showed it to them, and said, "Look at this. "In the video, Chen Xing was chattering, holding a trophy in his hand.
Mother Chen looked at the video, then at her son in real life, and asked, "Do you think I understand foreign languages?"
"Ahem, this is a photography festival in France, and I won one of the grand prizes. Although this doesn't mean anything, it at least shows that I do have some talent in this field. The teachers at other schools like it and are willing to accept me. Be a student." The second elder's heart was beating loudly.
My son has gotten better and better since he left that junior college.
"When did you start speaking a foreign language?"
"Self-taught." Father Chen was excited and angry at the same time. You are so smart, why didn't you study hard in junior high school?
I didn't pass the high school entrance examination, which made me lose a lot of face! The colleagues where they work are all his peers and have been in this town in the New Territories since they were young.
Other people's sons often get 90% or more than 100% in the exams. They can easily pass the college entrance examination, and occasionally even pass the key points.
This kid in my family failed the high school entrance examination. Now you are enlightened and can learn foreign languages by yourself?
Why don't you go to college! Um...huh?
"Are you going to study abroad next year? Go to university?"
"Yes."
"Is it a serious university?" Chen Xing couldn't help but nodded, "Of course it's a serious university, a world-famous school, the Ecole Supérieure des Arts Décoratifs in Paris."
"Studying decoration?"
"No." Chen Xing introduced the school to his parents.
"The course duration of this school is five years. After graduation, you will receive a diploma issued by the state. The academic level is equivalent to a master's degree from an ordinary comprehensive university, but the gold content of this diploma is more useful than an ordinary master's degree."
"Really? How did you get into such a good school?"
"Submit your work as normal and wait for the interview. If you pass the interview, you will pass. However, foreigners don't know what degree I am studying in. I will be transferred to another school like an ordinary university. I will be a senior in the past." Bang!
The kuaizi fell. Chen's mother didn't have time to pick it up, so she said calmly: "My son is going to be successful!" A few years ago, Chen's father wanted to give Chen Xing a younger brother. He felt that Chen Xing's account was exhausted, so he opened another one.
Chen's mother refused to agree and almost started a fight with Chen's father. Now it seems that it is useless? You are useless!
"How much does it cost for you to study? We will pay you any amount." Mother Chen said generously.
"Yes, we'll pay whatever the price is." Father Chen was so happy that his mouth twisted. You can't make a lot of money by opening a mahjong parlor, but you can make a small profit of 20,000 to 30,000 yuan a month. I have saved a lot of money over the years.
Now it seems that buying a house is a secondary issue, let my son continue reading first.
"Are you so straightforward?"
"Then you must study it carefully, but we don't understand what you are doing now, and we don't have much money. The tuition fees must be enough, and you won't be missing anything in living expenses."
"That's not the case, I have money myself." Chen Jiannan returned to his room, rummaged around and took out a bottle of Maotai in an old package, and said, "I'm happy today, let's open this bottle of wine." Some years ago, my father bought it to celebrate when the country successfully bid for the Olympics. It has been at home for almost twenty years.
The wine is very fragrant. As expected, Chen Xing got drunk early, but he slept peacefully at home.
Father Chen and Mother Chen have been studying the Ecole Supérieure des Arts Décoratifs in Paris that Chen Xing talked about for a long time. Watching netizens talk about how awesome this school is, they would wake up laughing from their dreams in the middle of the night.
To them, even if Chen Xing became a writer, it was far less than a university diploma. Even they couldn't tell what the diploma was used for.
Chen Xing woke up the next day and went to find Chen's mother, who had not yet gone to the store, to ask for a sample of National Geographic China.
This was also the first time that he saw his words appear on paper books, which made him feel more proud and particularly satisfied.
He took a picture of some text on the second page with his mobile phone and sent it to Song Xingwen. Song Xingwen is the young man in the Dai village who went to college outside and then returned to his hometown to start a tourism business, Song Shulan's brother.
Chen Xing had more contact with Song Shulan, but Song Xingwen had not talked with him since he left southern Yunnan.
Song Xingwen:? ? Song Xingwen: Did you write it? Have you written a book? what book? He probably zoomed in to read the words, but Song Xingwen didn't speak for two or three minutes.
Chen Xing: Thank me. There will definitely be many people traveling to your village in the future. I think you should contact the poverty alleviation secretary and set up a serious tourism company to develop tourism.
Song Xingwen: Not really. Have so many people read your book? When he and Chen Xing met, Chen Xing was just an ordinary person. Even if he wrote a book in more than half a year, how good would the sales be?
Not to mention that someone would come after the book. Chen Xing: Let me remind you, next month, on the 7th, China National Geographic.
Song Xingwen: National Geographic! Chen Xing: It’s China National Geographic. That’s it. Come on, I’ll go to Chunman Village when I have time.
National Geographic is a very powerful magazine in the United States. It also cooperates with China, but it is not China National Geographic, but called China Geography.
So why are the logos of China National Geographic and National Geographic so similar? They are both framed, but one has a red frame and the other has a yellow frame?
Then we can only talk about Chinese characteristics. When Chen Xing returned home, he simply let himself go and didn't exercise. He played games at home every day, and occasionally went out to get together with Zhou Peng. Then more and more old friends came back to get together.
Drink and eat. On December 31, the results of Huawei's "New Image Contest" came out.
Since it is an official website selection, people can see the final selection results on the official website in advance. Chen Xing's works here are like tigers entering the flock of sheep, killing indiscriminately.
His photos of the same style are called "Snow Mountain Climbers" and "The Power of Faith". These are both works that can win awards at international photography festivals.
Although Huawei's entries were shot with mobile phones, Chen Xing's creative style remains the same.
He can be regarded as a second-rate or even first-rate photographer in the world. If he came to a mobile phone photography competition to fry fish, if other participating photographers knew about it, they would definitely cry out that it was unfair.
unfair! unfair! Rematch! Rematch! Click on Huawei's official website, and three photography works are scrolling in turn on the homepage.
One of them is related to Chen Xing. [Photographer of the Year: Chen Xing] [Award-winning work: "You Under the Sunset"] Comments: This work is a close-up portrait, highlighting the upper body posture and appearance of the subject. Such a scene has a profound impact on the character's demeanor and appearance. It can be described with exquisite detail... This is a textbook-level snapshot.
