I’m Really a Superstar

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

The work unit got off work early. It’s the Mid-Autumn Festival. Let’s take a break early.

Zhang Ye wanted to have another day off tomorrow, so he stayed with the work for an extra half hour and recorded the next day's "The Wizard of Oz" before going home. His mother called him in the morning and asked him to go to his grandma's place. Zhang Ye naturally had to obey the order, so he went back to the place where he rented a house in Jiaomen to change his clothes and dress more decently.

As soon as I entered the corridor, I happened to see Rao Aimin taking the elevator down from upstairs.

"Hey, auntie, landlord?" Zhang Ye greeted: "What have you been doing these past few days? Why haven't I seen you? I stuffed the rent under the door for you, did you see it?"

"I saw it, wait for me." Rao Aimin held a garbage bag in her hand and threw it away in the trash can at the door. Then she took the elevator with Zhang Ye and glanced at him sideways, "Okay, you kid, you are in the limelight again this time. Ah, you won first place in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition just now?"

Zhang Ye said proudly: "Absolutely average."

Rao Aimin flicked a small thread on her arm and said, "You are said to be fat and you are breathless. This means those people don't understand. What kind of poems are you doing? You are so stupid!"

Zhang Ye said, "Huh? My Shijie?"

"How did you write it? Just read it." Rao Aimin said.

"Okay, then you can analyze and analyze what's wrong with me. I still don't believe it." Zhang Ye argued with her, thinking that there are still people who can find out the problems in Su Shi's most famous work? Isn't this nonsense? The people in the Writers Association are speechless. Can you do it? He shook his head and recited affectionately: "When will the bright moon come..."

"This sentence is nonsense! When is it? August 15th!" Rao Aimin curled her lips.

Zhang Ye was stunned for a moment, suppressed his speechlessness and continued: "Ask the sky for wine..."

Rao Aimin interjected: "You still need to ask Qingtian? You don't need to ask it, just ask me. I tell you it is August 15th!"

Zhang Ye already had black lines on his forehead.

"...I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky."

Rao Aimin interrupted again: "Didn't I tell you? Today is August 15th! August 15th of the 2014 lunar calendar! Don't you have a calendar at home?"

Zhang Ye: "...%￥#@@#@) (*\u0026!"

Rao Aimin once again showed the nature of her venomous tongue. This was the first time Zhang Ye heard such a sharp poetry review, and he was dumbfounded for a moment!

your sister!

Co-authored "Shui Tiao Ge Tou", why do you understand why?

Zhang Ye could no longer communicate with the landlady, who had no literary qualities at all. He turned around and went home to change clothes. If he continued to talk to the landlady, Zhang Ye estimated that there were only two outcomes, or he would be angry. He has to die, otherwise Su Shi will be so angry that he comes to life! But think about it, Zhang Ye is also looking forward to having such a master among his fans. If a poisonous tongue queen like Rao Aimin participates in a navy war, she will definitely be a fierce general. The landlady can stand up to a thousand people by herself. That's the battlefield where her strength can really be brought into play. Well, at this point, the landlady is a truly rare talent!

…

Half past five.

It's still cloudy and looks like it's going to rain.

Zhang Ye came to his grandma's house in Liuliqiao. This was an old community. One thing that was different from what he remembered was that the community had been renovated, so the house looked newer. Obviously, this was also changed by the game ring. When it moves the whole body, many things in this world have been slightly adjusted. Well, I just don’t know what changes have happened to my relatives at home. This is why Zhang Ye has never dared to come to his grandma’s house after working. The reason is that strictly speaking, this is no longer the world he is familiar with, and he is afraid that he will be exposed.

upstairs.

The door inside was open, but the security door was not closed, and the laughter of several sisters could be heard.

Zhang Ye unscrewed the unlocked security door and went in. The first people he saw were his mother and third aunt who were cooking in the kitchen. "Mom, third aunt."

The mother smiled and said, "My son is here?"

The third aunt smiled and said: "Oh, our big star is here."

"What kind of star are you? I'm just a broadcast host. Don't step on me." Zhang Ye said modestly, turning to look at the sofa over there, "Uncle, aunt, second uncle, third uncle." He said one They greeted each other one by one, "Are you all here? Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!" Only my second aunt was not there, and I didn't know what she was doing.

"Hey, Xiaoye."

"But I haven't seen you for a long time."

"Quickly go inside and see your grandma and grandpa."

Zhang Ye said okay and then entered the hut. The door was closed. Some of his uncle and the others were smoking. Grandma was afraid of the smell of smoke. As soon as he opened the door, he took the nutrition and health products he had just bought from the supermarket and handed them to them. An old man said, "Grandma, grandpa, happy Mid-Autumn Festival, how are you two doing?"

Grandma liked Zhang Ye the most. As soon as she saw him, she pulled him to sit down and said, "It's okay. I'm in good health. I just miss you. Why haven't you come here for a month?"

Grandpa also loves Zhang Ye very much. He has no choice but to do so. Although Zhang Ye is his grandson, Zhang Ye is the only boy among the younger generation in the family. The old man’s ideas are more traditional and he has a soft spot for boys. “Xiao Ye is busy with work. , I just started working, how can I come here as usual as before?"

Grandma said: "Hey, why do you buy so many things? How much does it cost?"

Zhang Ye smiled and said, "I don't have much money. I respect you two elders and eat to replenish your body."

"Look at our Xiaoye, how sensible he is." Grandma said with a wide smile.

At this time, the shouts of warblers and swallows came from the big house. Several small voices were like larks, clear and melodious.

"My brother is here!"

"Brother! Let me take a look!"

"Big star! I have to pay my respects too!"

The three sisters crowded into the small hut.

The situation in my mother's family is quite interesting. She is the eldest sister in the family and is the oldest. She has three younger brothers, namely Zhang Ye's eldest, second and third uncles. The children of these three uncles are all girls without exception. They are also Zhang Ye's three cousins.

The eldest sister is Cao Dan, who is in her early twenties, actually a few years younger than Zhang Ye, and is studying in college.

The second sister's name is Cao Tong. She is in high school and has a very straight temper. Like a boy, she can play and make trouble.

The third sister's name is Cao Mengmeng. When she was in junior high school, this little girl was the naughtiest one. She yelled and made trouble all day long. There was nothing that this girl didn't dare to do.

In short, there is no good fault among these three girls.

When Zhang Ye saw them, he called out one by one, "Xiao Dan, Xiao Tong, Meng Meng."

The eldest sister, Cao Dan, was relatively quiet among the others, so she called out obediently, "Brother."

The second and third sisters were not so particular. Cao Tong patted Zhang Ye on the shoulder and said, "Okay, brother, I won't be a star for a few days!"

Grandma glanced at her and said, "Why is this kid talking to your brother?"

Cao Mengmeng was deeply moved, and held Zhang Ye's arm happily, "I heard what my aunt said, and I checked online yesterday, and I found a lot of your works. Our school has promoted "Little Rabbit" Well, I just found out yesterday that it was my brother who wrote it. It’s really cool. Hey, brother, how much money did you make? Tell me honestly, we don’t have any money to spend, and my parents don’t give us pocket money. But it’s pointing at you.”

money?

Haha, what a problem is that?

You are my sisters, can I still give you money if you want it?

Well, but asking for money is too emotional, so let’s change the topic first!

Zhang Ye changed the subject and talked to them about other things. The uncle and uncle over there also came, and they chatted together.

After a short exchange and chatting, Zhang Ye had already figured out that his relatives had not changed much, but there were some changes. For example, his little sister's school was no longer the junior high school he remembered. For example, the eldest sister's score in the college entrance examination was several dozen points higher than in memory, and the eldest aunt's workplace was also changed to a place that Zhang Ye had no memory of. These are considered small changes to him. After all, the world has become a new place, and many cultural industries have changed. It is impossible that his family will not be affected. After understanding this, Zhang Ye dared to speak without fear of making big mistakes.

When it was almost time to eat, everyone was still talking about Zhang Ye.

"Xiao Ye is promising."

"When did Xiaoye get into creating? Didn't you notice it before?"

"Yeah, I really didn't see that Xiao Ye had any talent in this area before. Even if he suddenly becomes enlightened, he can't open it so much, right? I heard from the eldest sister that Xiao Ye has also written poetry?"

The third aunt's tone was a little suspicious, but she didn't mean it maliciously. She really couldn't understand it, because apart from studying and getting admitted to a good university, Zhang Ye was really not conspicuous at all. He had been too ordinary from childhood to adulthood, so They had discussed it before, and they thought that after graduating from university, Zhang Ye would at most find a behind-the-scenes job with a radio newspaper, writing documents, lighting, etc. Unexpectedly, Zhang Ye actually found a corresponding major, and now he is still working there. He has firmly become the host of Beijing Radio Station!

Dad said nothing.

My mother didn't like hearing it anymore and was about to refute.

Suddenly, the second aunt opened the door and came back with a bag of steamed buns in her hand. She had gone to buy groceries. As soon as she entered the room, she started chirping and took out the two newspapers tucked under her arm. "Hey, Xiaoye is off work. ? Look, look, look, Xiao Ye submitted the newspaper I just bought from the newsstand. Regarding the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival at noon today, Xiao Ye stunned all the professional writers of the Beijing Writers Association and won the first place. name!"

"ah?"

"Is there still this matter?"

"Come and take a look."

"What newspaper? Tabloid?"

Everyone was surprised.

The second aunt said: "What tabloid? It's the Beijing Evening News, and the other one is the Beijing Times. They are both big newspapers, and their circulation is huge!"

Zhang Ye also glanced sideways. He had also passed by the newsstand just now, but he didn't buy it because he felt that the incident at noon would not be reported in the afternoon. The newspaper office all finalized the manuscript in advance. It was too late, but who thought it would be published today? , he has not read the specific content.

The third sister, Cao Mengmeng, grabbed it and said, "Damn, brother, you are really famous. I thought it was just a little fuss, but you are so famous?"

Relatives passed the newspapers one by one and watched, and then they believed that Zhang Ye was really promising.

Grandma and grandpa were very pleased and kept praising his grandson for his ability.

The mother looked proud and started to play to her son again, "That's because you don't know that Xiaoye is so awesome. Let's just talk about last time. A poem saved a life. A female college student originally wanted to He committed suicide, but after listening to my son's poem, he immediately died. The next day, the whole family came to my son's work with banners and cried loudly to thank him. Besides, the fairy tale was promoted in Beijing. It looked like an ordinary person. The story is actually so ordinary. When my son published "Little Rabbit, Be Good", it shocked the whole country... even the education bureau was shocked. I think it may be included in primary school textbooks in the future, and the last time …”

After one meal, I listened to my mother bragging.

Zhang Ye sometimes blushed when he heard this, thinking that I am so awesome!