The revised version of the novel "Half a Billion" is serialized in chapter 70

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Chapter Seventy

All that should come will come. What shouldn't come comes quickly. After lunch today, I planned to lie down on this old black paint-like square table handed down by the old ancestors for a nap, still just thinking wildly, and did not want to listen to Yu Mei's and put it into action.

Yu Mei is too blind, enough to be blind, and she was alone for half an hour was actually all blind, and the words of blindness actually used a "lie" several times, I began to listen to it once when it was "climbing", making jokes about Yu Mei, what age is still climbing the grid? To climb is not a pen to climb, direct five strokes, faster than your pinyin, do not believe, we two to try the test. She said that I bullied her big belly, the little belly dared to bully, suddenly felt deceived, yelled that I was not climbing the grid, is the foot eight that "lying down", you said that you were lying on the square high table to come to the inspiration to write "my father this tramp", especially in the nap often sleep on it, but also said that that summer lying on the top of the sleep the most.

Say broken, say broken, I understand it all. Yu Mei wants to straighten me out, what materials are the same as me, many questions are you personally saying? Did I pry open your mouth and say? Did you say you didn't want to lie down on that table in the future? If you don't admit that you are a cheater on marriage, you will not be able to spare you if you deceive me into losing money.

The day before yesterday, when Mei Mei straightened my material suddenly, she suddenly revealed her original form. Before she was always entangled in what bullshit writing I slammed her, the day before yesterday said that it is not to see that you wrote "my father this tramp" on I will not finally make up my mind to marry you, I choked her and pleased her, reminding her that she is looking at my height of one meter eighty two is not good, there is no meter eighty-two, just write that shit thing, your small determination will not go down, then your belly is still not big, and will beat the fetus. Yu Mei did not talk to me poorly, nagging, nagging about what to marry the loss of marriage to win the marriage to lose. , as soon as I became a woman, I love to nag, I said I make a lot of money for you, she even said that I lost the marriage, oh I want so much money to do, money is not brought to life and death is not brought, in the coffin you Liutian uncle can take a point? You go to the coffin and see, did his three children put a penny coin or a penny of paper money in the coffin?

It seems that since noon yesterday, I don't want to doze off for a while, I have to lie down on this old square high table, and I am thinking about an important question, whether I should listen to Yu Mei's words, what else can I lie on this square high table, and really stretch and stretch "My father this tramp" into what kind of bullshit long story? Yes, stretched long, pulled very long, the longer the better, in Yu Mei's view, she did not marry a loss, did not marry and lose, but married to win, won her life. Big belly woman Yu Mei now hangs a "marry" word in her mouth, it is no longer a girlfriend, it is a wife, my wife does not figure me a needle and a thread, but I am lying on this table, am I just lying on this table to sleep and take a nap?

It seems that Yu Mei's devotion to literature and the magic of literature cannot be extinguished, and the day before yesterday said very sadly, if she has not met me, she has not met a horned master like me, which means that she cannot marry out, and like-minded people do not want to marry, even if the "three views" of two people overlap together and do not want to marry, always feel that there is a lack of a certain taste. I asked what the taste, she said that it is not clear and unclear, immediately speak quickly, can not say clear is literature, literature is not reasonable, only talk about taste.

At most half an hour of ear lifting life, I was all bowing my head, did not look up, several times looked at Mei, and when I heard her open her mouth and nag, I bowed my head again.

The worn-out black paint-like square high table was specially restored for me as an "heirloom" gift. She was the wife of the man named sheep in ancient times, and she wanted me to be a husband like a sheep: "The sheep feel his words and return the final karma." ”

Yu Mei hoped that I would lie on top of that worn-out table and make a bigger name, and I had already retroned that table, and it was very stable and stable. Yu Mei did not issue an initiative, but suddenly did not know where to go, the three female teachers all looked for her, called her she did not answer, anxious to die. Fortunately, she appeared, holding a strong adhesive and fine wire. Female teachers all asked what to do, Yu Mei did not say, only said on the street, suddenly decided to go to the street, did not bring a mobile phone. It turned out that the motorcycle of the next two was broken, driving a walking tractor to the street to buy accessories, Yu Mei said that I also went to buy something, and I had to climb into the walk-behind tractor compartment. The next two also asked Yu Mei what to do with buying a few bottles of strong adhesive and a few pounds of fine wire, and Yu Mei did not answer. The next two ask why buy this little thing why bother with the tractor bump, I bought it for you back is, Yu Mei said that you must buy it personally, let a person understand me, only say a sentence and a half, the next two will understand, raise your hands in favor, take the initiative to ask Miao to participate in the repair work.

The restoration of the dilapidated table was carried out on the same night that Yumei bought back a few bottles of strong adhesive and a few pounds of fine wire in the afternoon, and it is said that it was carried out in the dead of night. The three female teachers knew it, and shouted away early, go, go, go to see the old antiques handed down by the old ancestors of your in-laws' mother-in-law's house, Yu Mei said and so on, and so on. Wait for the second, wait until the next two to repair the motorcycle has been more than seven o'clock, eat more than eight o'clock, the next two insist on taking a bath, Yu Mei said not to wash, the next two said no, must be washed, washed clean, the table only has spirit, the next pen if there is a god, the text is also clean. Yu Mei sent a dozen thumbs up to the next two.

The next two received more than a dozen likes of course to take a bath before coming, holding a hammer, pliers, wood saw - these three things met Mei also wanted to buy it, the next two understood the adhesive and fine wire intention to stop buying, said that I have it at home.

Yu Mei shouted to Niangniang, come with the key. My mother did not find the key for a while, complaining that my father opened the door that day and took something to put the key in a mess. Dad was called back from the pigsty by his mother, and at the same time came back my round-headed nephew and two of his school-weary truancy buddies. Dad found the key and came over, and looked at several women standing in front of the door of the compartment where I slept, and said to himself, do you have any antiques in my house, if you don't have to make a fortune early, and don't hide in the attic of the back room.

Like her father, my mother didn't know what antiques were, and she didn't dare to use the worn-out table handed down from the old ancestors as an antique. The three female teachers who came understood the taste, and they all had already read "My Father this Tramp", which contained my description and narrative, describing the shabby, describing the instability of the four feet, describing the unevenness of the four feet, describing the black paint, describing the once used to eat, and the narrative experienced by an unknown number of people eating could not be verified. There is a passage that details the past and present lives of this table, and I clearly remember that there is a sentence in it that "it is not an antique is better than an antique." No wonder everyone who has read that Xinjiang newspaper has become my dear reader friend, and there is really an antique in my house, a real antique.

Seeing is believing, when antiques are very logical, ah ——, ah——, ah——, it is said that the three women who see the truth are more than ah so loud at that time, Yunnan Po lian ah, really antiques, only lying on the antique can write "my father this tramp" it. It is said that Yu Mei did not say half a voice, but whispered that he should be careful, slowly moving slowly, and the feet of the table against the wall were loose and collapsed. Really, with a gentle move, a little bit of movement, the feet of the two tables against the wall were crooked.

It seems that people who like words will have a sharp mind, and the second wife Lotus also came, and brought a small axe and a few thin bamboo pieces. It is said that my father said nonsense that this is an antique, it is clearly a firewood, it should have been burned a long time ago. Lotus yucked my dad, you don't understand, do you understand the cultural output, from where the output to where do you understand, don't understand it, don't talk too much, give me away. My father knew that Lotus spoke strongly and seemed to understand the word "culture", but he wanted to argue strongly and there was no culture, and the cultural output was even more incomprehensible, so he had to walk away with pity, and when he left, he insisted on pulling my mother away. My mother was very reluctant to be pulled away, and my father pulled away forcefully.

As soon as Dad and Mother left, the next two were easy, natural and solemn to repair this dilapidated table, and several people turned the table upside down with a few pairs of hands. Chao Tianhou said, the next two said, I am going to knock, hold steady, steady. Bang bang, knock so many times, all four feet of the table almost "bounced" out. The next two shouted to hold steady, steady, perpendicular to the earth, vertical to ninety degrees, do not deviate, they let go of their hands with an axe to cut bamboo pieces, cut into a pick, saw, cut, cut into a pick, saw. He also said that he was stable, perpendicular to the earth at ninety degrees, holding the small bamboo piece in the shape of a cut out piece in his left hand, and tapping the back of the axe in his right hand, and then tapping it hard, knocking the small bamboo piece into the gap between the table and the foot of the table. Next, the next two commanded the round head like a commander and the three of them crawled to the ground, responsible for the reinforcement of the gap, and one handed a bottle of strong adhesive. The next two did not idle, went home and brought a few small wooden sticks and a dozen nails and a long-handled screwdriver, compared to the distance between the table foot and the table foot, said to himself that the length was the same, and sawed off four as long. The table was turned over and turned over wrong, and then turned over, and then wrong, and half of the mistake was stopped, stopped, stopped, and just like that, the two feet of the table were right on the ground. The next two took the axe back and knocked the nails, knocked a wooden stick, everyone knew how to turn the table. After the four wooden sticks were knocked, the next two said to be better and better, to add icing on the cake, shouting wire, tiger vices, Yu Mei quickly handed it, the next two quickly cut, cut a dozen more than two feet long. Lotus said long, wasted, scolded by the next two sentences you know a fart, you also know to let you be a carpenter teacher. Carpenter teacher Fu of course or the next two to dang, the wire folded into a pair, from the cross through, the vise to twist the wire has been very strong enough is not enough, and with a screwdriver penetrated into the hole and twisted and twisted, while hanging said, construction site shelf is like this twisted wire, the tighter the twister, understand? Deliberately said to the lotus flower. After hanging my wire for a while, the next two were proud and squealed, joking about who can break dance, pointing to Yunnan Po, you, Teacher Zhao, you will dance, give me up to the thunderbolt thunderbolt.

This old antique that my family has inherited is so retro, retro and stable. It is said that the antique table is "invited" into the hand-held tractor compartment, obviously it is carried in, no one says "lift", all say "please", and also compares "antique" to "old man", say come, let go, ask the old man to get on the car, slow down, pay attention, uh, good, put the old man up, flat and stable.

At this moment, am I lying on a dilapidated antique table or on an old man's body? Lying down for a long time, I think it is lying on the old man's body, it seems to feel the temperature, according to the reason, in the winter, lying on the table to sleep more and more cold, but I am not cold, there is heat and temperature, and even the blood is boiling.

The blood boiled up and really had the impulse to write, just like the blood boiling of the year, just like the impulse of the year, just like the writing and writing of the year.

But I couldn't write a word for a long time, only a few words, and all I wrote was me, me, me, me, me, me, me. Seven or eight of me in a row.

They all say that life is a big book, everyone is writing me, and everyone writing it is a big book of life. When I was eighteen years old, I lay on a shabby black paint-like square table and drew up "My Father's Tramp" without much thought, and I wrote from the early thinking, I started by writing yellow words, scolding my grandfather and grandmother for being old enough to find what fun to do, or a day earlier or a day later, but not sooner or later to choose that day. The two of you must be beasts, not playing marches on a wooden bed, but in the grass, not uncontrollably, but animalistic, not mating, but mating, and Grandpa's bullet-like ejaculation into Grandma's womb is the beginning of the big book of my dad's life. Because the beginning of this big book of my father's life was not opened well, the date of birth was the first day of October in the lunar calendar of 1949, that is, the first day of October in the lunar calendar, and the first day of October in the previous 1949 solar calendar, that is, the first day of October in the Gregorian calendar, my father's surname was Zhan, zhan surname, and Zhan Tongjian, and the cadre said that my grandfather also named zhan guo day for my father, and the founding day was the first day of October in the lunar calendar of 1949, that is, the first day of October of the lunar calendar? It was established a month ago on October 1st, what crime have you committed, you know? Tell you that you have committed the crime of cursing the country, shortened the life expectancy of the country for thirty days, and even the country dares to scold, and the crime is extremely evil, and it is pulled out and killed. Fortunately, he was not pulled out on the spot and killed, but the next day, my grandfather escaped at night and hung himself on the big camphor tree in my village of Ba Lan Shan.

Girlfriend Luo Yumei, no, is the old wife Luo Yumei, since watching "my father this tramp" seems to be particularly into the literature, always envious of me to write a good homeless story, the editor actually changed the title of a word, "that" change "this", the full text published, is not your family's dilapidated table to bring you inspiration You can write, otherwise I will really marry you, let you dip so much cheap contentment, Hugh want me to give you a lifetime.

Every time I heard Yu Mei laughing like this, I would not answer, and when she acquiesced to her bullshit, she had to go in and out, and from time to time she rang the alarm bell to knock on me. Knock more, I sometimes think about the table, think about inspiration, think more, even can think of some inevitable connection between them, do not lie on the table do not want to story, a lying table to think of the story, the story one after another, the big story set small story, the small story more into the whole story, the novel is not to write a story, write the whole story is more than thirty thousand things, first of all, in line with the layout, plus the editor is a blind cat, at least blind one eye, everything is better than crooked to the east into the west.

I had foolishly thought that writing had to be done with everything in place, that it was necessary to go to a university, and that it was Chinese department, preferably in the Faculty of Letters or even directly in the writers' class, which was not difficult to write. I didn't expect that literary writing I am different from others, mainly whether there is inspiration or not, is the inspiration is too important, what is the table of the lying down table is too important, no wonder I was a soldier in Xinjiang even if I became a clerk can no longer write any literary works, even the tofu block small prose can not be written, the reason is indeed the table problem, the table is different leading to the head is different, a table is worn black paint-like, of course, write the story of the tramp, one is shiny, Only the summary reports and report materials that can be written by comrades who write documents can be written.

The table has been lying down for a long time, there is really the impulse to crawl on top of the grid, but the impulse is impulsive, and the crawl does not climb out of the grid is two different things, lying on the stomach for two noon has been just impulsive, the grid has not yet climbed a grid, learned the computer five strokes of typing, really want to come to inspiration, there is a story in the brain, not a random climb of the grid is the sentence is the paragraph is the chapter, I want to write is still writing a novel, still want to do it in one go, it is best to really elongate "my father this tramp" into a long story.

But inspiration is not thought out, it comes suddenly, it comes suddenly is inspiration, bullying is not conceivable, and thinking out is not called inspiration. When writing "my father this tramp", I have accumulated a certain amount of experience, the bully thinks out of not inspiration, what is written is waste paper, I don't know how many sheets are torn, I don't know how many sheets are burned, the inspiration comes, the time is grasped and sprinkled, it is all respectful square text, although it is not beautiful and not gorgeous, but it can impress the editor - the purpose is not to impress the editor.

I don't know, maybe the homeless man story has been written, it is not interesting to write it repeatedly, the inspiration is hard to suddenly jump into the brain shell, it is impossible to be ambitious, and it seems that the editor of a publishing house does not dare to touch it.

However, it is too documentary writing, and the editor is blind and insists on publishing the novel. Also came the editor's note, saying that it was a short story. It is almost a short story. Because there is never a long story. If there has always been a short story to write, I think the blind editor must have written a short story.

Without inspiration, I thought about the past and present life of this old and old black paint-like dilapidated table handed down from the old ancestors. It wasn't something about it, he was him, or even her, and she was the old lady who asked to get on the tractor. The old grandmother gambled with her life, and only when she won the bet did she have the old grandmother, and if she lost the bet, she did not have her life. Nowadays, the life of the old grandmother can not be better, the house is spacious and bright, the windows are clean, and the "old man" who has long been old has been repaired and is young and strong.

A young and strong table like this after rejuvenation and childhood let me lie down, I should lie down better than "my father this tramp", do not start from her past life story, first think blindly, think of where to count, play a belly draft -

My old ancestors were generous in those years, so wide that my grandfather's generation was not wide, wide to my father's generation was not wide, not my father's fault, it was not wide for a long time, I can't blame my grandfather and my father and me. My father told me that my grandfather had gone to Shanghai alone after planting seedlings in March 1949, and that he had returned on the second day of October in 1949, the lunar calendar, that is, the lunar calendar. My grandfather also fought with my grandmother, grandma forced grandpa to give the baby a good name, grandpa obviously knows that it is the first day of October, deliberately asked the first few births, grandma answered yesterday, the first day of October, grandpa opened his mouth to come, take it well, it is called National Day, National Day is also OK. Grandpa should not have wandered into Shanghai, if he did not break into Shanghai, he would not be able to drink the kind of foreign ink in Shanghai, he would not know what "liberation" is, he would not learn to write the word "liberation", and it was also written on the wall of my family's adobe hut, he would not speak so funny radio called wooden box, and later he would not correct the wrong wooden box called the radio, he did not know that the country and the people were "liberated" means that the world is turned upside down, of course, there is no money to invite people to drink happy wine, and he will not talk nonsense at the banquet to name the baby Zhan National Day or Occupy national day.

Blindly think about it here stagnated, or inspiration is important, inspiration did not come, blind thinking can not continue, stuck. Lying on the desktop for a long time, the head seems to be restarted, a start seems to rotate at a high speed, can think of another way: fortunately liberated, my grandfather is going to be shot, otherwise my grandfather wrapped around his waist with so many silver dollars and lace back is not crazy, not to forget the shape, the tobacco business is a loss, not another flat burden to go to Shanghai, that is wrapped in more silver dollars and lace back will also do tobacco business, then not the first time to buy land and land, liberation is always going to be liberated, once liberated, my grandfather is not divided into landlords? Still under the gun. Anyway, my grandfather was a gun shot. Or early liberation is good, early and late are all suffered, tobacco business is a good loss, the field is not allowed to buy and sell well, let my grandfather bathe in the harmonious liberation spring breeze, poor and idle, rich and worried!

Blindly thinking of this and stuck, and can not think about it, and then lie on the dilapidated desktop hard to think about it, suddenly thought of grandpa's cleverness, and not the general wisdom, political foresight, and even called a political strategy, better than the strategy, just imagine, grandpa is not hanged on the camphor tree but shot, his later grandson I was a soldier when I passed the political trial that level, can not pass the pass to become a soldier, then the grandson I am a son to succeed the father's business, pure pig raising, which is today's appearance? I would like to thank my grandfather for naming my father Zhan Guo Day or Zhan Guo Zi, he should be as good as that is a good thing, it is a good thing to provoke a flying disaster, it is a good thing to hang a camphor tree, it is a good thing to die well, so that his grandson and I can successfully pass the political trial as a soldier.

It is really this time and another time, the teenager remembers, countless times lying on this dilapidated desktop is not like this, thinking that it is to give my grandfather a reversal of the case, rehabilitate Zhaoxue, and return my grandfather's innocence. My grandfather's surname is Zhan, Zhan surname, hundreds of family names, and Zhan Tianyou's Zhan is not in line with the boundary, and the construction of the party, the army, and the founding of the country is even less in line with the boundary, but the cadres at that time insisted on bullying and saying that Zhan and Jian's harmonic sound, but also false, others called Liu Guo ri Liu Guoqing is fine, Zhang Guo Ri Zhang Guoqing is fine, your surname is Zhan, Zhan surname, you can't give the baby the name Zhan Guo Day or Zhan GuoQing. My grandfather's sinister intentions, sinister intentions, shortened the life of the republic, cursed the country, committed the most heinous crimes, wanted to be arrested, wanted to be shot -- where did my illiterate grandfather know that the harmonic sound is not harmonious and the sound is not false? How is the mental technique so wrong but so bad? Where did the lifespan of the Republic shorten? What is the greatest evil? Ah, oh, oh, one oh, one oh, October 1, 1949, the first day of October in 1949, two dates that cannot be hit by eighty poles, the time between the solar and lunar calendars is said to be just thirty days, the previous days are the founding day, the next days are not the founding day, not the founding day of the occupation of the country children can not be named Zhan Guo Day or Zhan GuoQing, because the zhan and jian harmonic sounds are again false, shortening the life of the republic. They, the cadres, actually reasoned in this way, how did the cadres of that year understand logical reasoning? Western logic has not yet been introduced to China, why invent a set of bullshit logic that puts a good citizen to death? I couldn't understand that the only explanation was that the emperor had to die, but was the rural grassroots cadre at that time a jun? Was my illiterate grandfather a vassal? At that time, I thought that one day I would be admitted to the most powerful political science and law university in China, and as soon as I graduated, I would become an official and go to Dali, and when I was old enough, I would overturn the case for my grandfather, rehabilitate Zhaoxue for my grandfather, and return the innocence of a few bones in my grandfather's pit.

Lying on this dilapidated square stilt table at noon today, I thought I was radiant, and when I stood up, I actually felt very good and angry, standing on the position of the cadres of that year, I used their logical thinking at that time to think that I thought it perfectly, my grandfather scolded the country, shortened the life of the republic, even the country dared to scold, it was time to be shot. If you are good, you will not be hanged on the camphor tree, then his grandson I will never have today. I had to carry the logic to the end— and to the end — to my head.

Lying on the table at noon today is very worthwhile, more than yesterday's value, the old grandmother did not think much in the past life and this life, but the whimsical thoughts were so much, and only then did I think of a clock to come up with so much, it is indeed worth it.

Don't think about it, or stay half sober and half drunk, because in reality there is my obsessive follower of YuMei.

A few days ago, my uncle Liutian, who was originally a villager in Balanshan Village, died, and before he died, he insisted that the leaves fall back to their roots, so he returned to Balanshan to wait for death. Since there was no filial piety and no wife in front of the bed for a long time, it was his wife's nephew and niece who took care of his last journey in life, which caused the people of Ba Lan Shan to be disdainful. But, in the last two months or so after he returned home, he was forgiven by those who saw him. He longed for someone to listen to him, and every time he waved his hand to ask his wife's nephew and niece to avoid it for a moment before taking the initiative to shake hands with people, the first thing he said was "I'm sorry", it was a big man, and he also called Brother Xian. I am talking about the heart: I have no brain, how can I listen to my wife arrange my life, I am not worthy of the position, the high-ranking official Houlu can't stand it...

It turned out that the father-in-law of the cadre of the municipal party committee whose wife begged his daughter, that is, he asked the "pro-family" to solve the problem of turning him from agriculture to non-agriculture, and then transferred to the county, and later joined the Education Bureau as an administrative cadre.

Uncle Liu tian on the hospital bed is eager for someone to listen to him, but also eager for someone to tell him, a series of real news stories that happened in Ba Lan Shan Village are of course inevitable, even when the hot topic, everyone is passing on a word, can not spread my acquaintance and love with my girlfriend, only to spread that my girlfriend alone has not yet passed the door to Ba Lan Shan Village as if she is a Ba Lan Shan person, from above to win a lot of funds to build this beautiful new countryside of Ba Lan Shan.

Girlfriend Luo Yumei told others that the source of funds was blown by the wind in their ears, and let them talk about it. But to my uncle Liutian gently asked the pouring bamboo tube pouring beans: I can't always embezzle my blind grandfather's private money, embezzle the purchase of a house and buy a car, spend the days and years quietly, and raise the day and year early.

"Well, I'm relieved, you child is smart, that huge amount of money can't be done, after all the heavens, everyone asks to divide it up, you are entrusted by others, a promise of gold, I also have to see him in the face." ——This is what I heard with my own ears when Yu Mei played the recording to me.

I didn't ask a word about Yu Mei, it was her own to say, did not tell me the truth as if she was uncomfortable, then said very carefully: "I don't say you don't know, in fact, I didn't expect Grandpa to have such a huge amount of money, I just listened to him and told the story, and did my best for him to survive in the last few days of the world." I Luo Yumei is a suffering person, like to listen to the story of suffering, Grandpa's story of suffering is well said, I secretly recorded it, I did not expect him to be so aware, he secretly recorded that he actually knew, asked me what to do, I said useful, keep your history your voice. He was very happy, said that it was worth it, and the day before he died, he suddenly handed me a passbook and asked me to go to the county bank to handle the transfer procedures and transfer it to my account, and the day of the transfer was very dramatic..."

"Well, don't say it, I know, don't mention the money is not money, how much money can he save in his life, but three or four hundred thousand, what a huge amount of money, you didn't spend it randomly, Grandpa knows underground, laughing nine springs, when the time comes to give the people of Ba Basket Mountain to the sky, for now continue to keep secrets."

"You know a fart," Yu Mei slapped me, "at this time it is time to mention the money, of course, to mention it, tell you, Grandpa's money has not actually used a cent, Grandpa took out a good deed, my mother was moved, without hesitation also took out a good deed, a give is a million, follow-up funds are still coming." ”

"Figure what?" I wondered, "What is your mother-in-law's picture?" ”

"Just you!"

"Figure me?"

"Figure you must not freeze and shoot in the snowstorm." Yu Mei's head was left and right, trying to search for memories: "My mother said that you are going to engage in writing in your life, she fully supports, full support is what support you understand, that is, how much money my mother has for you." ”

"How many?"

"How many, at least four or five million."

"So little, not enough."

"What you say, it's still a little, enough for you to sit and write for a lifetime." She said that people who love literature, if they have money, they will not be bad enough to go anywhere, and it is only by betting on your advantages that I can rest assured with you and help you get pregnant. ”

"So, you're a mother who can't break your life?"

"I'm also betting on you, betting on your new life from the age of eighteen, and if you're not interested in literature, you won't be able to attract me to fly to Xinjiang to give it to you." I believe that my mother was right at that time - a person who has a special love for writing and literature can not go any worse or worse, and no matter how messy it is, it can't go anywhere. I figured it out, if the big chaos comes and doesn't mess up, if the little chaos comes, you can't mess around, I can't control it, I won't care about you. ”

Yu Mei's words echoed above the table where I was lying on my stomach, and the volume of more than a hundred cubes above not only had air but also sound, and the volume was as big and small as a switch, just like the mourning music that could be debugged a few days ago. Uncle Rokuda died well, not dead, I did not have such a stable square high table for me to lie on it and take a nap was particularly comfortable, the lunch break when the bed was just right, the evening break when the bed was also just right, the early break was not rested, and it was also good to be a bed. This originally uneven, shabby black paint-like square high-legged table When the old grandmother was invited to come to the dorm of the concentrator where I worked, there was a credit to my uncle Rokuda, who instigated the fire, and there were words in his words, there were extraneous sounds. When the ancestors of the previous three generations separated the family, this table was given to his grandfather, and his grandfather and my father who hanged the ghost grandfather, that is, my grandfather, were brothers, that is to say, my grandfather was smarter than his grandfather, and he exchanged it for a large wine altar. Which exchange won, won on the surface, at that time to buy a big wine altar to a few buckets of rice, and the old table was burned as firewood, after having a big wine altar, my grandfather and my father are wine bags, decades later, looking back now, losing and losing.

Yu Mei told me that Uncle Liu Tian, who was going to die, was full of anger when he mentioned the table, and in his generation, he could read books and wanted to read books, unlike the previous two brothers who always wanted to eat every day, and the two brothers ate a lot, did not have to eat early, and starved to death. "Your Uncle Liutian said that the table changed the wine altar is equivalent to changing the feng shui, and the Wenqu star is in your father-in-law's house, just out of your husband Zhansheng, lying on that table can not write an article." When I was a child, I read his compositions, and so many words to write were the inspiration brought to him by the table, others had nothing to write, and he wrote five or six pieces of paper and seven or eight pieces of paper. ”

"You and Uncle Rokuda are also telling you stories, have you recorded them?"

"Of course, you still use you to remind you now?" superfluous. "Meet Mei Yu me," your uncle said poor but three generations rich but three generations, your grandfather and his grandfather separated from the family did not do well with his grandfather's family, no wine altar can not drink, can not afford to invite guests, the evening scene is desolate, count the second generation is your hanging ghost grandfather, not his father's family to do well, your father's family is not good, is the third generation of poor. However, in your hands, it is the fourth generation, and the poor are only three generations poor..."

"It means that when I reach the fourth generation, I start to get rich, right?" At least three generations rich, right? That's enough, rich me, rich my son, rich my grandson, just three generations, enough is enough, the fourth generation is poor when he is poor, I can't control it, it doesn't matter if he is poor or rich. ”

"Do you want to do that much so far?" You Liutian Uncle means that you want to think about it in front of you, the square high-legged table is your grandfather got it, passed into your hands, out of your Wenqu star, I want you to make good use of your head and then go up one step two steps a few steps, in the future to create brilliant. ”

"Why did he, the dead ghost, say such a thing?"

"The two dead ghosts are both kind,the first dead ghost is blind, and the latter dead ghost is your uncle Rokuda, both of whom have pinned their hopes on you and hope that you will contribute to the revitalization of our Balan Mountain Village.""

"You go, aren't you already contributing to the construction of a new rural area in BaLan Shan Village?"

"I do mine, you do yours, I have funds, two dead ghosts add up to six or seven hundred thousand, what do you have?" How do you do it? Your uncle Tian's meaning could not be clearer, to make you a spirit, what is the spirit, you still do not understand? ”

Specifically recalling the conversation with Yu Mei, I lay on my stomach and entered a half-asleep state. Half asleep is actually a different kind of life that I most want to enter. The day before yesterday, I went home to mourn the village of BaHuanShan, which arrived at one o'clock in the evening, and the next day I came back to the concentrator at more than four o'clock in the night, and the full dozen was counted as twenty-seven hours. For twenty-seven hours, I only kept a few hours for Uncle Liutian's vigil, and after dawn, yumei expanded the miniature tape recorder countless times to broadcast it, and everyone scattered like a displeasure, and no one was like me and Yumei who were giving Uncle Liutian a mantra. It is really good that the lively scene of the funeral is canceled and not to be engaged in, and it is only to let the mourning music continue to mourn and rejoice. It is precisely because I have been mourning and rejoicing that I have heard the word "humanities" from time to time, like talking to myself, and it is not like: No wonder the blind man hung "humanities" and "humanities" on his mouth when he was born, scolding people is not like scolding, scolding lack of "humanities", lack of "humanistic care", which can understand, which is afraid of him, which is afraid of him, which is afraid of him. Someone answered the call, the blind man scolded people too Sven Wen, scolded the lack of "humanities", scolded the lack of "humanistic care", which is scolding, than scolding "lack of morality" is not like scolding, now, who scolds who "lacks morality", the scolded people are laughing, not like the year with you anxious, and even want to fight.

The chat people very much want to listen to my high opinion, I have a high opinion, I am just a mountain resident and a villager and a peasant in Ba Lan Mountain Village, because I have been a soldier, even if I understand a little bit of "humanities", understand a little bit of "humanistic care", I dare not show so many words in front of my father and fellow villagers, afraid of those few words with contempt or even insult. I don't answer questions, I just look down and listen. When three or four people sat with me to build a coffin and conclude Uncle Liutian, instead of asking questions but expressing their respective feelings, all I heard in my ears was Gao Yuan: You, Uncle Liutian, when you were young, you had a very "humanistic" momentum, when you were busy farming, you double robbed ah autumn harvest, no less help this family, that is, after becoming a private teacher, you still have it, and you also go home from school early to help. Who knew that the peasants had changed from the other side, that they had eaten the grain of the state, and especially after they were transferred to the city, they had changed and changed greatly, and the "humanities" on their bodies had disappeared at all.

I listened carefully, nodded my head from time to time, and some people also sighed with emotion: people's hearts, I can't think through it, no one thought that Liutian would also change, he changed, the cub girls did not change, the three college students and cubs trained lacked "humanities", and they should end up in a desolate evening. Shunlai and I have long been very affectionate, his two sons have been playing with me when they were young, and when they grow up, they have rarely interacted with each other's future, I have been a soldier for two years, and I should have not seen the above for seven or eight years. Shunlai gave a thumbs up and said: Zhansheng, you, you, you are like this, the top is stronger, stronger than the sum of my two science studies, there is a lot of "humanity" on the body, no wonder I married such a good wife with "humanistic temperament" and "humanistic momentum".

In the village of Ma basket mountain, I say "humanities" and listen to "humanities", and I always feel where to go. I just made a break, don't say goodbye, don't praise me, was blocked by Shunlai back: my big, as soon as I graduated from high school, I went to learn to repair cars with his uncle, specializing in learning automotive integrated circuits, circuit books Bought several copies, there are more than a dozen at home. That kind of book is more and more less "humanistic", no human literacy, no humanity, no understanding of taste, all are forgivable, because there is no time to look at "humanistic" books. But the second oldest beast should not be ah, should not not understand the "humanities", teaching in the university, only a few classes a week, a lot of time to read books, "humanities" books did not look? Look, understand the "humanities", how can a girlfriend who has been in love for several years blow him, a decent love letter can not be written, do not blow it strange, always call to get together? The female teacher of the second middle school came to my house three times, and the second time she came to help this and that help, this help, that, very "humanistic", very understanding of "humanities", that temperament is called "humanistic temperament", informed Dali, the books that know are "humanistic" books, not science books.

Listening to Shunlai's nagging, I laughed, and the roaring mourning sound was beautiful music, and the other uncle laughed, and he also had a good eloquence: my two daughters were sensible early, and it was good to take him to Qinghai, and the debt collector came, and the two sisters looked anxious in their eyes. As soon as the creditors left, I duly conducted social education, humanistic education, and hardship education for them. Fortunately, my business was at a loss, and I was idle and looked at the book. Otherwise, smooth sailing, smooth sailing, the two sisters rely on throwing money to cultivate, where do I have the money to smash the two sisters to me today? Rokuda is the opposite of me, the three college cub girls are not trained by themselves, they are throwing money, spending money on the training class during the winter vacation and summer vacation, and which one of the English mathematics, physics, chemistry and chemistry has not been smashed? Just what dance yoga the second daughter practiced, she smashed tens of thousands, trained a good figure, and fell in love with the son of the cadre of the Shanghai Municipal Party Committee.

Shunlai answered the call quickly: Of course, the family helped the family, and the help came to help and helped Liutian to the coffin early. A finger of the hand: the cadre's family does not help this kind of help, the mountain treasures and seafood can not be eaten, the birds and animals cannot eat, the coarse tea and light rice are the most nourishing, with his body in liutian, which will be the five organs and six lungs are sick, so early to sleep in the spiritual hall?

I suddenly felt that it was the death of Uncle Liutian, it was Uncle Liutian's last words that were well left behind, and the people of Ba Lan Shan suddenly became very "humanistic", and they did not feel ashamed in the bottomless shorts, and they were willing to tell the truth and express their emotions.

Listening to these one by one, the emotions expressed are sincere, I am a little shy, my emotional expression of the Ba Lan Shan people and the Ba Lan Shan Shan landscape seems to be very bad, I decided not to participate in the second night of my Uncle Liu Tian's vigil, want to sleep for a while, and then use the afternoon time to go around the Ba Lan Shan Village alone.

At this moment, I was lying on the dilapidated square high table to sleep in the morning, what writing inspiration did not come, the more I thought about it, first of all, I thought about how I took a nap at noon on the day I went home for the funeral a few days ago. At that time, I just leaned against the edge of the bedside frame of the wooden shelf bed in my box house, my hands were pillows, the quilt was put on my belly, and I touched my belly by the way, but there was no bulge, and I naturally remembered yumei's belly bulging for me. Her belly bulged for me, this is an ironclad fact, a long-lasting fact? Such a talented woman bet on me for her life since she was eighteen, can I control her well?

After Uncle Liutian's soul returned to the West, the nieces and nephews of the wife and nephew wanted to show their skills as if to get a funeral committee member to make a big show, saying that the next morning to go to the market to purchase a hand-held tractor to eat and drink back, the next two slept and woke up and suddenly became sober, to consult with me, no, it was to find Yu Mei to discuss. Yu Mei took out a miniature tape recorder to broadcast the same broadcast, and everyone quietly listened to the words of the dead ghost that the megaphone expanded countless times and then consciously bowed their heads and went home to solve the breakfast problem. Although there is not much pomp and circumstance, the simple pine tree spiritual hall still has to tie one, and everyone initiates itself to help cut down pine branches and tie it for more than two hours. The spiritual hall is well tied up, and the three words "when the big thing" is missing, and who will write it has become a problem. Someone pushed me to write, and I waved my hand and said I didn't dare to dare. Someone recommended Yu Mei to write, yu Mei did not even wave her hand, did not even say that she did not dare not dare, only said that I had never written such a big word. Some people say that you have several large brushes in the pen holder on your desk, aren't you ready to write big letters? Yu Mei cried and laughed, the big brush is written in big characters, not "when the big thing" is written.

Yu Mei did not write the words "when the big thing" was written, but the square white paper was still very skilled at folding into writing, and like a calligrapher, the four corners also pointed to the southeast, south, and northwest. Yu Mei's left hand protects the big belly, and the right hand holds the brush dipped in ink, dipped and put down, put down and dipped, dipped and dipped, that is, does not splash ink. Fortunately, no one urged her. She took a stride, closed her lips, held her breath and calmed down, her legs together a little. It is when the legs are together that the vertical of the word "when" is not vertical, pressed heavily on the white paper, motionless for a few seconds, pulled down very slowly, slowly lightened by force, suddenly lifted up, a vertical like an exclamation point.

I was thinking that if Yu Mei was at the scene of participating in the calligraphy competition, she would be applauded and applauded every time she wrote a word, but she was not at that scene, but at the scene of the spiritual hall where the words "when the big thing" were written, there was no one to applaud. Someone wanted to drum, but when the drum sounded, they were choked.

Yu Mei then wrote The Link, the Calm Breath, the Breath Holding Spirit, the Spirit Spirit, the Solemnity, the Misery and Misery, really like Li Qingzhao.

Yu Mei wrote a good bang and was surrounded by her three female teachers. The next two stopped me, asking me to stand in the distance to see the distance between the high and low gaps of the three words "when the big thing", I stood more than ten meters away to look closely, I felt that the word "thing" and the word "big" were a little tighter and shorter, and I was directing the right point and then a little right a little higher and a little higher, and the lotus flower tiptoed up and whispered a sentence, don't you want to see your hand of hard pen calligraphy when you meet Mei? You can't be scared to death.

I originally planned to rest in bed, and after lunch, I went around the village of Ba Lan Shan, of course, I would transfer to the so-called primary school in Ba Lan Shan Village to visit well, and after repeated urging by lotus flowers, I visited the school ahead of schedule. Saying that it is a school, in fact, there is only one classroom, which is not like a primary school at all.

Lotus was a bit of a prank on me, treating me like a tourist, and she was a tour guide, leading me under the windowless wall at the back of the classroom and saying stand up, I'll take a picture of you "visit here." Who knew that Lotus's prank would continue, pull me to the side of the wall with a window, and said to stand well, and another "visit here." I didn't stand well and couldn't wait to push the door in, but unfortunately the door was tethered and the window was curtain closed. Just staying, Lotus booed, and whispered that this is the third class, you think this is not a regular school, let you go on a rampage, and be criticized by your boss, the principal. I ordered the lotus flower that you could walk away.

Lotus flower has no idea, I want to go around in Ba Lan Shan Village, of course, mainly to transfer schools. I am a ba basket mountain person, lotus when I am a tourist, I am uncomfortable.

The school was so quiet and surprisingly quiet. The whispers behind me could be heard, but I wasn't in the mood to hear them. No one around me was silently reciting the words, words, words, and sentences on the walls. After reading the first edition, I took pictures well, read them again, and took pictures again.

I felt Yu Mei being surrounded by female teachers walking towards me, with more than a dozen students behind me. I didn't want to turn back, because the tears were not in contention, and the bully wanted to hold back and couldn't hold back, and he couldn't stop flowing, hanging his cheeks, and falling to the ground. Yu Mei knew that I would flow, so she took a tissue in her hand early, and when she handed it to me, I was embarrassed to look at her, and her face was left or right.

I thought to myself, no wonder the people of Bahuanshan Village suddenly accept the word "humanities" so easily, the blackboard newspaper on this wall has long given the people of Bahuanshan one vivid "humanistic" lesson after another!

"May!" I cried out very affectionately in front of the four crowded people: "Thanks to you, the diligent gardener, who woke up my Ba Lan Shan people, who have been sleeping for hundreds of years, you woke up as soon as you came, you are the historical hero of the Ba Lan Shan people!" ”

Yu Mei turned around, left a word of no compliment on me, and was surrounded and left. Lotus stayed and whispered about your performance just now, yu mei gave you a hundred points. Do you understand when you suddenly ask her what is the good intention to fix the old table in your house? I didn't nod, Lotus also said that she understood, she asked you to pull away personally.

"I pulled away?" I exclaimed, "Can I pull away?" How to pull? Square tables, four tall feet, the door that is a little wide enough to fit in? Is it safe to put on the roof of the car? ”

Lotus laughed and said that if you promised to take it away, it would be easy to do, and there was a way. Turning around, he left, and also went to surround Yu Mei.

That's when I noticed a dozen students, who were all trained and stood in a horizontal, standard soldier posture.

"Report Uncle!" The nephew of the big head of the circle was serious: "We haven't taken the standard physical education class of your troops for a long time, please uncle give us a lesson!" ”

"Did you take PE class?" Who taught it? ”

"Report Uncle!" The round head is no longer a stupid round head: "Your two comrades-in-arms often come to give us lessons, your uncle the chairman of the board has been derelict in his duties, not a lesson has been given to us, today must be attended, the fourth class was originally a physical education class." ”

"Uncle is the chairman?" Who sealed it? ”

"Report Uncle!" Round Datou is still a serious book: "My aunt said that if you understand things, you are the chairman, and if you don't understand things, you will be removed." ”

I want to be sensible, afraid of removing the chairman, an order: "LiZheng"! - "Take a break"! - "Standing straight" - "looking forward" - "looking left to right" - "standing straight" - "turning left" - "turning left and running". I also followed a dozen of my soldiers to the left and run.

Fortunately, it was elementary school students who were running, and I dared to pretend to be a physical education teacher to give them a physical education lesson, and after a few laps, I shouted to stop, stop. As soon as I stopped, in order to make them happy, I said that the next physical education class, I will put on the camouflage uniform to give you, play a few sets of military body boxing for you to see, you will go one by one as an armed police officer in society, see the bad guys doing bad things, when it is time to shoot, catch a quasi. good no good? I asked out loud. Strangely, none of the soldiers answered "Good—"

Isn't that sensational enough? I am sensational kung fu is there, just want to stir up, the lotus flower came out at the right time, seriously criticized me: you meet Mei has an explanation, today tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, three days, students are not allowed to laugh and laugh, all in the classroom self-study class, free learning. This ——, this ——, this is equivalent to the second half of the red mourning, for your uncle Liutian, understand?

I sighed, really put myself in the position of teacher: next, I announced that the team was disbanded, and everyone went back to the classroom for self-study classes.

In the evening, after eating Uncle Liutian's first "night dinner on the mountain", Lotus solemnly said to me that you should go to sleep for a while, at twelve o'clock, you met Mei and had something important to find you.

I overslept, and before I woke up at twelve o'clock, Mei Zhen was surrounded by three female teachers and knocked on the door. Unexpectedly, Yu Mei ordered me to pull away the repaired, dilapidated black paint-like square table in the bedroom.

Pulling away is the table I am lying on my stomach now, pulling too hurriedly, saying that pulling is pulling, there is no strong argument, I argue strongly that I came back to carry Uncle Liutian up the mountain, beaten by the lotus, you are a nephew, nephew can not carry uncle up the mountain, there is a special coffin up the mountain. I also said that I have never been in my own Ba Basket Mountain Village to turn around well, in the afternoon I want to turn around, and I am beaten by lotus flowers, and you will always do big things outside before returning to Ba Basket Mountain? Do you have to come to Japan this time? It's almost New Year's, and that time back let you turn enough. I smiled and wanted to say that you don't understand, don't understand the "humanities" realized during the funeral. But when the words came to his mouth and swallowed his throat, he only looked at the lotus flower and asked if the second brother had come up with such a bad idea? Be sure to take such a worn-out table away tonight, take it away, and I'll... I just... I just... Can you write shit? Who thinks so childish and naïve and lacks liveliness? Yu Mei crossed her hands and looked at me tenderly--the gentleness of a pregnant woman was far worse than the gentleness of a woman who was not pregnant, and she wanted to be gentle and gentle, and her eyes were decadent: your two comrades made up for a lot of your physical labor, filling in the open space behind Grandpa's house was time-consuming and laborious, that is, the playground and the basketball court, they both came at about eight o'clock in the past ten days, rode your motorcycle, and rested in your bed at noon. One day I suddenly remembered a sentence from you, it was you who said it yourself, you have to face the old black paint table on your ancestors before you will return to the previous state of entry.

Did I say that? I forgot. Even if I said it, it was just a joke, the two of them were not used to me playing cards with leading cadres, drunk and dreaming of death, they both persuaded me to go back to my desk and root it in literature, Lü Pin also solemnly said that ten years of trees and a hundred years of tree people, or how can Lu Xun be called Zhou Shuren? Crooked reasoning is all persuasion on me.

I did not nod my head to admit that I said a sentence I faced the old black paint table on my ancestors I would return to the previous state of Wen Si Quan, but the Yunnan woman who did not have much mouth, now standing on the podium to teach mainly her teacher Li Hongchun, when I acquiesced to that sentence, suddenly Oh Oh: "I remember, The copy of the information sent to me by Mr. Chairman has not been returned to you, you urged me several times I did not take it seriously, the purpose of the urging is to elongate and stretch "my father this tramp" longer, right? Well, wait a minute, I'll go get it. ”

you? you? As soon as I was you, I was choked by Yu Mei: "What are you, have you not urged, what is the purpose of urging?" Don't you just want to crawl the lattice on this shabby table? ”

The seventeen-year-old little teacher spoke quickly: "I definitely want to climb, and there must be a breath after another in my bones, but if I don't lie on this dilapidated table, I can't climb a word and can't climb a word, and that breath can't come out of half a strand." ”

you? you? You too?

This little comrade also dared to say to me: "What are you?" Do you dare to harden your bones without a breath of gas in your bones? So those who like to read essays, as soon as the qi comes out, they can write the positive energy that has made great contributions to society. ”

Fart! I dared to stare at this seventeen-year-old boy without a roar. But she also dared to be hard-mouthed, saying that farting is farting, and it must be released to you. I thought to myself that it was different from this prostitute I met in Xiushui Bay who had one leg, and that I was training me like a trainer.

Three women a play, not to mention more than three, is five, five women are laughing at me I am angry, I still admit a little bit: "Lalala, how to pull?" You guys give it a reference. ”

"How to pull is your business, elongating is long, pulling as much as you want."

"I'm asking how to pull the table away!"

"Haha, the breath came, finally the gas came, it's easy to do it well, just wait for your words, the way is that the next two mornings are rubbing their fists, invite the old man to the handheld tractor, you drive slowly in front, please the old man to slowly please, understand?"

I dared not understand at that time, the next two hand tractor has been driven to my home grass flat, please the old man's hands have been on the shoulders, neck, arms, waist and legs of the "old man", slow down, come and go, let one let go, is said to me to listen, tell me to let go.

Today is very generous, want to take a nap can also continue to sleep, want to lie on the worn-out square high table can also continue to lie down, the height is too moderate, one inch short and one inch short lying on the stomach is not comfortable, the most comfortable is the brain, the brain was still lying on it as before at home in the same state of half asleep but it is particularly good, can think of thousands of thoughts, many of the thousands of thoughts are inspiration, good lying down and crawling, maybe it will really be literary. I was a little tickled by my hands, and I wanted to revel in lying down and crawling.

Due to the maintenance of the line, today's power outage time from seven o'clock in the morning to seven o'clock in the evening, the blackout person is definitely a party member, and will ensure that everyone watches the news sweet. But after the sweet broadcast, it is difficult to say whether anyone asked me to play cards and drink, maybe another phone call came to me to rush to karaoke or massage and wash my feet or even a one-stop service, not only did my co-defendants become a payer or pay. My mind was wild again, and I went down to the backyard and caught fire.

It is said that the leper literati surnamed Wang Mingshuo in the capital wrote a book in thirty days, with a lot of words, more than 400,000 words, an average of more than 10,000 words a day, in order to complete the task of more than 10,000 words a day, he sent 30,000 yuan to a downstairs to repair a bicycle, so that he would not knock on the bottom every day and make loud noises. Fuck, when I first heard Park Gelu's comrades joke about Wang Zizi, I was very envious and jealous and hated him. Listen more, don't fuck, don't envy and envy and hate him, I am a man, he is him, and my brave passage into the literary world will also flow into society in the future and be rumored as a good story by the world.

The table has been lying down for a long time, the inspiration is really coming, try to start with my name. My surname is Zhan, called Zhansheng, originally called Zhan surname, that is, surname Zhan, the illiterate father praised himself, saying that this name was good to avoid being troubled by the current situation. Another inspiration, Grandpa Zhan Farm died well, hanged well, and achieved me, otherwise I would have something to write today? The "my father's wandering" written earlier is not "today" better than "today"!

He stood up and paced back and forth in the newly built ceiling-hanging dormitory. I was still worried that even with this old black paint-like square high-legged table, no matter how to lie on it, it would not be able to climb the grid, and the table and the room would complement each other and complement each other, that is to say, this worn-out table must be placed in my low adobe hut, so that I could suddenly find the sense of language, spew out words, language, sentences, and piece together paragraphs and chapters, and if there are more chapters, it is a long story.

It seems that there is a full certainty, to write a big one, not a short story. Short stories were submitted to newspapers, called publications, and soon died because the pages were left for others to write and publish. Long articles are submitted to the publishing house, called publishing is not called publication, the layout is directly their own, perhaps long life for decades or hundreds of years.

It's not that everything is difficult at the beginning, it's not difficult at the beginning, what's difficult is that it's like a decent eight classics. I have to pay attention to the Eight Classics of Zheng'er, and if others don't pay attention to it, I can't control it, and I can manage it myself.

Here's how I'm particular, and here's how I manage myself: make a loud thud, give a long knee to the worn-out black paint-like square table, kneel long, and then crawl to the ground, kiss the cement as kiss the earth, call a mother, call a mother, call a mother. Together, they lay down on the side of the table with a pen and paper, and as soon as they write, it is formal, like a book that has been published, and first of all, the order should be ordered:

preface

My mother taught me no less than a hundred times before she was born, from the age of seven or eight to the almost twenty-five: You have to be a good person! I thought that as long as I didn't do bad things, I was a good person. It took many years to understand, and it was considered to be early. The mother's "good person" originally meant to be very simple, that is, to be a person who has clothes, clothing, food, food, a house, a bed, a bed, a person who has money, a wife and children, is a good person. I never asked my mother, and another layer of good people I don't know if there is any meaning, that is, don't be a person who does bad things. I guess, even if there were, the bad guys meant it in second place. I also guess that my mother didn't have the bad intention of not doing bad things at all. Years later, maybe I really deserve to be a writer, and I dare say that even if my mother's teachings have two meanings, the second layer I am not ashamed of, because writing is definitely a good person doing good deeds, definitely not doing bad people doing billet things - whoever says I write is negative energy or bad things I will fart when he farts. Just because the good people who do it are writers, that is, they have the ability to write about people, but there are too many bad people in our society, and they give me endless bad people material to write, I have to write about bad people.

Marx's assessment of 19th-century novelists such as Balzac and Dickens had more to offer than politicians, moralists, and journalists about the social conditions of the time.

This assessment has not yet expired. Today's novelists still have to think, what is that "more than that"? Where is that "more stuff"?

The preface was written, I was frantic, and I just did it, my fist as a hammer, a hammer on the old black paint-like boxy high table handed down from the old ancestors.

Zhang madness is not zhang madness, zhang madness is self-confidence, not nervousness is not confident, the novel has a novel language, usually speaking into a sick sentence, writing a novel language sick sentence is more beautiful, learning to use the brain hole, the master teaches it in this way. The next story narration starts from the "introduction", which is different and unique - I use "ingenuity" to polish it -

Eager to Read Aloud (Suffering Novel)

Part I

introduction

When I recorded my father's history of non-revolutionaries, I never stopped worrying: Will the people I see read it with relish as a novel, then don't you have readers, readers are writers who write books, I am just a post-born boy who has just debuted in the countryside, try a long story with a small test, eat leopard bile, but I insist on eating it, what about the editor? The things written out are intended to be submitted only to the People's Literature Publishing House in Beijing, it is the boss of the publishing industry, male editors and female editors are first attached to ideological and then value literary and artistic language structure is messy, will not first go online Baidu, enter the word "winning" - of course, not to me - will not be stupid to ask themselves how dare to write a long story without a little fame? But after reading the whole book, it is no longer uncertain, but willing to decide—definitely give me a long-distance call and ask me to write an author profile. I slowly and logically, swallowing and spitting: Zhansheng, male, ethnic, Han, graduated from high school and became a soldier for two years, and when he was a soldier, he was a clerk, for nine months and seventeen days. Now he is a farmer at home, growing rice while raising pigs and creating literature. That's it, no.

When another long-distance phone call came and said I'm sorry, I said it was okay, knowing that the world has changed now, and that the responsibility for the text is not the author, but will be spread to the president and the editor-in-chief. I will be angry and say: Let your company publish the kind of years that can win several first-class project awards written by the true writers in the system, go publish those Yongzheng Dynasty Kangqian prosperous times written by Comrade February River in Henan, and publish the kind of shit soul chicken soup that poisons the next generation and the song and swallow dance of horse ass warblers to entertain death. After saying that, I said I'm sorry, I drank too much, I lost my temper with you, not at you, not at the president and editor-in-chief, as for who to rush, you guess for yourself. The other party smiled and wanted to say something I didn't want to hear, and I didn't accept an apology. I hung up voluntarily.

I knew that I would end up being poor or so poor that I could only go up the mountain as a monk. Because I've written all my life about suffering literature. This is out of tune with the new era. As long as the times are always new, the works I wrote later will not be published, no matter how old and mature they are. So I had to go poor to the mountains and become a monk. I'm poor I'm willing. I want to be a monk.

Many years later, "now," I was chanting the "Monk" sutra on the mountain. He wore a "monk" suit, and his trouser legs were so wide that they could be used as rice tanks and not as water tanks, which was very different from the Japanese "kimono". Sometimes knock on the "wooden fish". Sometimes good men and women who squint half their eyes to do merit stuff how much cash they have into the merit box. Sometimes I help the master open the merit box and fill the cloth bag with cash, help the master count five pieces and ten pieces and fifty-one hundred pieces, and then give one to the master. I have completely regarded money as dung, and the purpose of being a monk is only to buy daily necessities in exchange for three meals a day and a monthly salary of three or four yuan. Sometimes I am called by the economically minded brother to participate in the "Water and Land Festival", and the brother of the master and brother will share as much as I want, I will not be too much, let alone dare to be too little, too little, the master brother will not call me next time, will lose the money and the way. The most spoken sentence on the mountain is "Amitabha Buddha", which is both chanted and nagged.

The monk didn't know how long. Anyway, I wouldn't be in the last life. When I first went up the mountain, the master wanted to shave my head, and I was willing to, honestly kneeling down to shave him. The master later said that I was a very religious monk, and "Amitabha Buddha" said that the words were round and round, and the most important thing was a good material for the monk, and he wanted to embroider two black circles on my forehead, the size of a penny coin. I don't agree, I don't admit that I'm a good material for a monk. I said that one day I would go down the mountain and return to the vulgar, and I would like to marry a wife to warm the bed. I said that I have a forward-looking: the times, can not always be so new, so new is not new, is old, older than the old. I said the other one came to power, is it new to add new? Is it a new era? What about the next one on stage? Are there three new ones? Called New Age? And so on, how many "new" are in front of you? How ugly is that, isn't it hard to hear dead?

The old monk master understood very well, more than I did, and recited dozens of sentences of "Amitabha Buddha" orally.

Later, the master always looked up at the sky and learned from me. The head is at a certain angle to the earth, which is also learned from me. The master said that when he looked up at the sky, he deliberately recited "Amitabha", "Amitabha", "Amitabha" and "Amitabha" for me alone...

Long stories should have an introduction, which was invented by Ming and Qing novelists, and modern contemporary novels rarely use long stories, they have become a family and do not know how to use, I did not start a family but knew how to use. I just want to be different from the boss, the necessary novelty is indispensable, less, I can't write a long story.

Next, it is time to officially write the first chapter, I have already sneaked into the abdominal draft, it is time to turn the abdominal draft into a stroke, and one of the sequels of "My Father this Tramp", two, three, and four are very good abdominal manuscripts, which can be independently formed into chapters, just as the first chapter to draw strokes. She is a long story of pregnancy in my head, I believe it is definitely a beautiful girl with thick eyebrows and big eyes, yes, she must give birth to a thick eyebrow and big eyes——

(The following is in italics)

Chapter 1

My dad was dumbfounded, and my dad was justifiably dumb, and I knew what it meant to "put satellites" and "make the Great Leap Forward." These two terms were originally organically combined: from 1958 onwards, in order to cooperate with a movement of socialist construction that was in a hurry, exaggeration prevailed everywhere, falsely reporting and exaggerating agricultural and industrial output, and reporting false "wheat satellites", "rice satellites", "Baogu satellites", "sorghum satellites", "sweet potato satellites", "soybean satellites", "steel satellites", etc. from the bottom of the first level to the upper level, and all the satellites that could be released were dutifully and loyally reported to the country.

White paper and black words, there is evidence, wow, so much production, then you have to pay more "public grain" to the country's grain station -- pay is to pay, public grain, as the name suggests, is the public grain, which of course the farmers pay it -- because the public family does not grow grain, the grain is planted by the farmers, although the farmers are not the public family, the public grain must also be paid by the farmers. Because the satellite is put, in fact, it is not so high-yielding, but the "public grain" paid is paid according to the satellite, then it is no wonder that the above is sorry for the peasant comrades below, there is not much left, not enough for you peasants to eat half full, and finally the small half full does not have to eat, starving you, it is no wonder that it is above.

When there was not enough to eat, there was still a meeting, because the secretary of the brigade, under the leadership of the secretary of the commune, went to the county to hold a congress and returned. Last year, the people produced 7,900 catties per mu, and changed the notorious "backward brigade" in the whole county back to the original "Luohou Brigade" with many people surnamed Luo; the small meeting meeting was opened all the way up, the county was opened four times, the city was opened three times, and the one opened in the province was on the front page of the provincial newspaper the next day.

On that day, at that time, there was a central idea in the meeting of our brigade, how to learn from the "Luohou Brigade" in the next county, because the name of my brigade was not good, what is the name of the "West Bay Brigade", the pronunciation is not accurate is "Porridge Brigade". It is so easy for people to change "backward" back to "Luohou", and our "porridge" must also be changed back, and if we do not change, we will not be able to eat rice, we will not be able to compete for the yield per mu, and we will continue to drink porridge, so it is no wonder that the commune cadres and district cadres have changed our "West Bay" to "porridge". But to change, we still have to ask the above to change, still the leading cadres have the final say, open a conference, one pass ten, ten pass a hundred, of course pass a thousand, spread many people know that "West Bay" is not "porridge", changed back to the original "West Bay", since then there will be food to eat, just like "Luo Hou" is not backward, a progress is a big step.

Well, today lie on this old old ancestor handed down the old black paint on the square high table top climb the grid to climb here, next time climb again. I was young, lying on my stomach for a long time, and my waist was a little sore and sore.

Chapter Seventy-One