【Night Reading】Walking in the Night- Ye Qianyun Impression | Left left

Never met, but already a close friend, the two women's affection, do not need too many presets, do not need too many words, understand as if it is the highest courtesy.

The first time I met her was in 2018 at Kunming Changshui Airport, and I went to pick her up.

I said that I didn't want her to go back to Xuanwei alone, it was her home, a city in Qujing, Yunnan, and I wanted to pick her up and send her back to Xuanwei. She refused, saying she was too tired. I added that this is my pity and respect for a writer. She was on the phone, with a sigh, and said, "Okay." At the exit of the airport, I recognized her at a glance, tall, with long hair, and bright eyes, and she did not belong to a petite and feminine woman, but to the kind of woman who was a relative at first sight. From afar, she waved at me, and we recognized each other, and a hug supported each other's pity in each other's hearts.

Previously, we had many exchanges on WeChat and telephone, but most of them were limited to literary discussions. One day, something earth-shattering happened in her home, and the story that Kong Shangren had said about "watching him rise up a tall building, watching him entertain guests, and watching his building collapse" happened in her home. Her family fell into a debt crisis because of careless financing for others, and the wind and frost were forced to fight with the sword. She kept putting up with it, and finally one day she couldn't help it, and told me on the phone, and she cried as she spoke. Those things she couldn't bear in her life, like Tarzan crushing the top, almost took her life. Countless times, in the middle of the night, when I received her call, she cried in Beijing, I cried in Qujing, from Beijing to Qujing, and from Qujing to Beijing. It is said that when persuading people, we must persuade with a black heart, and we must persuade with a dark heart, and those disasters that are enough to destroy other people's worlds can only be known how painful it is when it is their turn.

People who haven't experienced it see just a string of numbers. And I, many years ago, was also framed by others with huge debts, and later I sold my house and sold my shop to pay it back. Those years of suffering, life is better than death, it pokes the heart into a thousand holes. Now, hearing that Ye Qianyun was also so deeply involved, I felt the same feeling, and my heart was so painful that I couldn't help myself. I really don't want others to go through this again, while living, while paying off debts, in the face of money, the face of human nature, so that life is crushed and deformed. In the face of the hard blows of life, we all live like a man, quickly becoming the pillar of the family, holding up a piece of the sky for the children. Fortunately, she had words to accompany her, so that she could see a glimmer of light in countless desperate situations, illuminating her to run in the darkness. Looking at her tiredness, her pain, her helplessness, and her strength, stoicism, and hard work, I really wanted to hug her and tell her, brother, I am here.

Life never spares a person because she is kind, and the same thing that should come will not be less. When she returned, what awaited her was a mess. Even if Ye Qianyun is a writer, the reality is beyond her imagination. In the face of money, the malice of human nature transcends boundaries. She collapsed several times and was physically and mentally exhausted. She once fought for righteousness and neglected money, she once regarded money as dust, she was suffocated by the debts that flew in, and these things that her family did behind her back left her in a quagmire and unable to extricate herself. Once proud, she was so overwhelmed that she couldn't lift her head. She hated herself for being stupid, why not be aware. But she had a wise mother, and she said to her my son, what man doesn't do much behind a woman's back? Only if you can't bear it, it's your turn, God rewards you for what day to live, what day to live well, there is a mother, only hate the mother is old and useless, can not go with you to bitter money to pay off the debt. Her mother's words brought her to tears and woke her up.

In those days, I was afraid that something would happen to her, and I had to make a few phone calls every day, and I was a little relieved to hear that she was safe. As long as she doesn't answer the phone, I will go crazy, afraid that she will never want to live. When she hurts, I may be acting as her painkiller for the time being. But I really can't do anything for her, because I also have to raise children and raise a family. Having transferred money to her several times, each time refusing, she said that she could not add any burden to me, and that companionship was the best comfort. It wasn't until one time, when she probably thought we were relatives, that she accepted a little bit and seemed embarrassed. Money puts a person's self-esteem to a great test.

Life is always a dog blood drama, in me, in her, in countless people, staged in different plots, completely illogical. We have no choice but to endure and endure. Ye Qianyun always told me that she wanted to cut these sufferings into materials one by one and make up for them with words. Wait for the day when we can laugh and talk about the past. She didn't believe that she would continue to suffer, and she didn't believe that her luck was so bad. She has a fierce force for herself, the more bitter she is, the more stubborn she is, she asked me to write a short article every day, practicing penmanship. She said that words are the outlet of life, and without words, she does not know how to persevere. Later, I didn't stick to it, and she kept insisting. Where she couldn't use her computer, she used her phone screen on the train, the waiting hall, the subway, closed her ears, and delivered her mind to the text. For her, words are no longer literature in the simple sense, but a kind of redemption, a kind of release, a kind of support, and a kind of hope.

She once told me that many people also reached out to her and gave her warmth and support, which is the reason for her to live. She can't live up to her mother, she can't live up to the good intentions and kindness of the world. In life, the last straw that crushes the camel often comes from nowhere. Therefore, she especially cherished these people who had helped her in her suffering, and let her see the glorious background of human nature. It is said that the people who can write well have experienced inhuman tribulations, and she has supported herself by this exit and has not fallen.

When we encounter something happy or unhappy, we call the other person. Talk about literature, talk about life, and talk about some meaningless words. From Márquez to Chi Zijian, from Yu Jian to Wang Dandan, from Lu Yuan to herself, from poetry to prose, from novels to life, we talk about literature and life from the north and the south. It's more like a confirmation that we want to know each other still exists, and let each other live affectionately in this cold world. I wish I could give her some strength so that she could emerge from the clouds of suffering and become another intention of the White Lotus. She is a good writer, a writer whose bones are permeated with words, and words are her blood. She used words to drive out the night, and used words to prop up her own world.

She created a platform called "Xuanwei Has Its Own Yan Ruyu" in Xuanwei, allowing female authors who love literature to publish articles on the platform, promote each other, communicate and progress together. At first, she insisted on writing a reading afterword to the author every day, which lasted for 54 issues, which had a great influence on Xuanwei, and finally she found funds to publish a collection of female authors of Xuanwei. It greatly encouraged the creative enthusiasm of female authors. The team has grown from the initial two dozen people to more than a hundred people now, and this column has become a literary brand of Xuanwei. She instilled in everyone that she should be a down-to-earth writer, not to compare with no kitsch, to be serious, and to write sincere and grounded words. A person running forward is not a skill, being able to lead a group of people to run forward is a skill, Ye Qianyun is such a capable person. Many people have become lead characters in books because of their words, and have since embarked on the road of writing, and have achieved excellent results, becoming the best in their fields. Now, she has left that place in Sherwin-Williams, but Sherwin-Williams still has her legend, and she not only helps Witherworth's literature, she also pays attention to those who are helpless in their suffering. She is most unable to see human suffering, and hates that she cannot give birth to a thousand hands to save the world. She has the compassion of a writer, she loves the world with her kindness, and she pays attention to the heavens with her tenacity. She said that literature for her is a favor and a reward.

Ye Qianyun's father died early, and she was the eldest in the family, and she took on the heavy responsibility of the family very early. I just want to be able to live a little better and help more people. Unfortunately, a black swan flew over her doorstep and her world collapsed. Fortunately, she had a strong mother who supported her to quickly get up and run. I had met her mother, and this old man deserved all the words that praised her mother. At a literary lecture, Ye Qianyun rushed from Xuanwei to attend, taking her mother with her. The moment she walked into the venue with her mother in her arms, many people burst into tears, and the white-haired mother became the most eye-catching audience in the audience, which is not only the power of literature, but also the warmest support and companionship in the world.

That day, Ye Qianyun received a fine ticket, and when parking, the front of the car did not match the parking space arrow, so we laughed wildly on the phone. She is this kind of rough and direct, childlike and loving woman. I remember once, she came to my house, I took the toothbrush to her, she looked at the package and unwrapped it, and asked me, is this a new toothbrush? I whitened her eyes and asked her, double pack, can you wait for you to open it together and use it together? She laughed, and we were together, like two teenage girls, forgetting the years, forgetting the imprint of time. The world has not overwhelmed us, we are still the young teenager, we talk about life, but also talk about men. We envy Yu Xiuhua's bluntness, and we also covet the Yangchun white snow of Xue Xiao zen, but our favorite is still ourselves, laughing silly, crying stupidly, wiping tears and lifting our heads.

Last year, my father died, and Ye Qianyun rushed to the funeral home to accompany me to guard the spirit. That night, we wept before the body of our father, weeping for the parting of our loved ones and ourselves. We burned pieces of paper to dad one by one, and chatted with dad as we burned. She told her father, burn more money for you to use, you are happy to spend money, don't be reluctant, we burn more for you, if you can't use it, you will use the money to help people in need. I was laughed at by her, she couldn't see others suffering, she was always the kind of person who would help others when her ass was still blown by the sea breeze. How many times, she was forced by the creditor to eat and sleep, but when she saw where she needed more help, she would quickly take out her money and give it to others. Because at that time, she forgot that she was a person struggling with suffering, and only wanted to help others get through the current difficulties. She can't remember the malice of others towards her, and she always thinks of the good of others in her heart. Even her mother reminded her not to harm people's hearts, but she must be a little wary of people. After suffering so much loss, she still couldn't remember how to guard against others, and always grinned widely, like a fool.

In the Qujing literary circle, no one does not know Ye Qianyun's name. Because she has made great contributions to Qujing's literature, she has always supported Qujing's literary lovers, and she encourages everyone to discuss literature with everyone in the group and serve Qujing's literary obligations for many years. At this year's qujing literary annual meeting, she came to celebrate with everyone as always. She shared her writing journey with everyone, told everyone about the embarrassing scenes she had encountered in submitting papers, and told everyone that this was a normal thing to do, don't be discouraged. In front of a group of literary lovers who are new to writing, she does not have any appearance, and she is followed and imitated by many people. She has never been arrogant, she said, at any time, you must weigh up a few pounds of yourself, she is just an ordinary little writer. In front of so many excellent works and excellent writers in the world, she is always worried that she herself is creating word garbage. I have reason to believe that such an introspective writer will get better and better. Judging by the five books she has published so far, each one is a big improvement over the previous one. She is not modest about this, she said, her best article, must be the next one, at least the current state must be. I hope that her wonderful pen can produce fragrant flowers, full of fragrance, beautiful world.

Ye Qianyun is a glowing woman, although she herself is struggling in the sea of suffering, but as long as someone invites her to encourage everyone, she is obligated. In the past few years, she has given lectures to everyone in various schools and units, sharing her life feelings and writing paths, without any disguise and delusion, and sincerely communicating with everyone. Some students lined up to find the hug of the "color mother" in their minds, and a small child used the "mother" group word, grouped the mother, aunt, and color mother, which scared her to hurry to correct, because in the teaching, the "color mother" must be forked. It shows that the children love her, I always feel that she is a person who has done the wrong thing, she should be a teacher and lead more children.

The most impressive thing was that during that job, she volunteered to give a lecture on "Literature Changes Life", and many students present ran to the stage to hug her with excitement. A disabled classmate told her in tears that many times she wanted to give up her life and give up learning, but she relied on words to support her, and she could only have the courage to come to power today by relying on words, and today she finally saw such a vivid writer, very excited, and would live well in the future and strive to make herself excellent. Ye Qianyun hugged the child deeply and told this child that with her, she was willing to accompany her through all suffering at any time. The student took the book that Ye Qingyun had given her and bowed deeply to Ye Qianyun. That is gratitude, but also redemption, Ye Qianyun has helped many people in this way, not only students, but also people around her. She lights herself up and illuminates others. She has become a kind of faith, and in the hearts of many people, she is the motivation and pursuit of others.

Recently, the October Literary and Art Publishing House published Ye Qianyun's new book, The Gate of Life, which is her fifth essay. This book, which took five years to write, condensed her great efforts, which is her personal and the history of blood and tears in this era. In her words, she finally had a book of pillow coffins. Qujing's literary friends have almost a hand, and this book has been highly praised and recognized by everyone. Don't look at her usual screaming, in fact, she is a thoughtful person, in the text, she is a general, but also a military division, commanding thousands of words to fight, after her layout, the words in the vast world seems to have extremely deep meaning. Her "Gate of Life" wrote about the pain and pride of women all over the world, and women who experienced childbirth said that reading her words as if they had given birth to another child, and their flesh was painful. Women who have never given birth say that this is simply a popular science book that three generations have read. Ye Qianyun's book seems to peel off the veil of women and show the naked pain of childbirth. There is also the ugly custom of preferring sons to daughters in the countryside, and the complex entanglement between people. Through the series of great essays on gold, wood, water, and fire, she arrived at her love for her hometown, and she leaned over the earth and stuck to the land to feel the fireworks of the world. Thick love, analysis of life and survival, exploration of human feelings and human nature, her pattern is broad, her vision is broad, and her heart is compassionate. Ye Qianyun's "The Gate of Life" is the first half of her life, the child she has raised for many years, and it is also a generous gift she has dedicated to the world.

Déjà vu with her, later I finally understood, because we have all experienced so much suffering, but we have not complained about fate, let alone been crushed by life, we are in different fields, are using our own meager strength to help others, to infect others to love the world, to believe in the beauty of the world. I am very happy that Ye Qianyun's new book is listed, and I post it in the circle of friends: my girlfriend's new book. As a result, she was criticized by Ye Qianyun, who said that we are not girlfriends, we are eternal brothers. She had a psychological shadow on the word "girlfriend", and as soon as she saw it, she felt that it was a bomb full of screens, that it was pain, a hole in her heart. She once wrote an article called "Trying to Push Herself Down," and I thought, it must be that she was rebuilding herself.

Because of literature, she was transferred to the Yunnan Provincial Federation of Literature and Literature. There, she started from scratch and started from scratch. I believe she will go a higher and farther path. Because, she deserves a better life. Because she has a lamp in her heart, she walks in the night, and she no longer needs others to cheer her up, she is becoming more and more confident and walking sonorously. I bless her.