Wen | Jianjun
The wind of the steppe, the love of Paris, the romance of the bone...
Contemporary Chinese Writers' Novel Library Works "Back of Paris"
Introduction:
The Back of Paris is a novel. The novel adopts a two-line narrative structure, telling the story of two men who come out of Horqin, a university teacher, and a wandering poet, with their first love that ended without a disease, meet in the romantic capital, the dream of Paris. No, the beautiful first love will be between different cultural backgrounds, under the impact of Chinese culture and Western culture, phoenix nirvana, the collision of the two civilizations is like a rock collapse cloud, the waves crack the shore, so that the long-lost love is about to come out. Both were inspired by the downcast french poetess, and both had their first love from the charmingly beautiful girl. In the interlacing of time and space, they travel through the romantic years that have passed, cracking the sad love fairy tale of the 1940s; in search of the Seine River, they have interpreted the unforgettable poignant love affair after entering the 21st century in the romantic capital...
I was a wild goose flying out of the Horqin steppe, skimming the steppe, skimming the yurt, flying all the way, flying over the Sillamulun River, flying over the Eurasian subcontinent, landing in a distant and unfamiliar place. I am a wandering poet who came out of the Horqin steppe, a year ago, with a passion to break through life, break into the world, after several tosses, came to a romantic capital far away from first love.
Paris is a city full of desire, the beautiful Seine River meandering through the paris city, piercing the ancient and splendid French culture like pearls and radiating a dazzling brilliance. This brilliance reminds me of the colorful and colorful culture of the steppe nomadic culture, and the restless genetic factors that this culture has derived from my bones. Because my grandmother studied in Paris more than half a century ago. A descendant of a golden family, a talented woman studying in Europe, was once a proud capital for me. In my imagination, Grandma must have had a beautiful and lingering love story in this romantic capital. I don't know why Grandma never mentioned it. I only vaguely heard Abba say privately to Eji that Grandma's first love was in Paris and that she had a boy. At that time, I was still young, and I didn't understand what was going on, and I thought to myself, what should I call the boy if I saw him?
The day before I arrived in Paris, I made a point of rushing back to the pastoral area and sat with my grandmother in a yurt for a whole night. I seemed to see an inexplicable look on her face. I stared into my grandmother's eyes, smiled and said, "Grandma, I'm going to follow in your footsteps, is there anything I need to explain?" ”
Grandma sighed and said, "I've been thinking about it for more than 60 years, so I don't think about it." Children, when you get to Paris, don't indulge in the world of flowers and flowers, the object is still coming back to find it. The girl's business, just let it go naturally, and there is no need to deliberately force it, the twisted melon is not sweet. ”
I thought that Grandma must have thought of the unforgettable past of that year, so she advised: "Grandma is relieved, I will not bring you back a Parisian girl." The French are too romantic, and we Orientals can't afford to enjoy it. ”
Grandma shook her head, sighed and said, "I don't mean that." Grandma's heart you don't know. ”
I didn't speak, but I knew what Grandma was referring to, and once I accidentally found a picture of a foreign baby in Grandma's box. The picture of Grandma is never shown, but I somehow assumed it was Grandma's child in Paris.
Although people have arrived in Paris, my heart is still stuck in the vast prairie. When I boarded my flight to Paris with 200 euros, I had a fear of uncertain future, I didn't know what was waiting for me? Before leaving, my junior high school classmate Baoquan called me to comfort me, and as a result, I was scolded. I suspected earlier that he was using his authority to hunt Sarina's heart. Despite Sarina's strenuous denials, I still didn't believe it. This kind of scandal has been raging in Ulanhada for a long time, and I didn't care, this time I did. I even suspected that Sarina had left me for a relationship with Po Quan. In the first days, I experienced loneliness and helplessness, especially realizing that maybe I would leave the goddess in my heart forever, and that I might henceforth live a life of wandering that I did not want to live. In the year of coming to Paris, I regard Paris as the grassland of my heart, and in my boredom, I always like to find a green lawn in the park to graze, and I lie on the greenery, fantasizing that the acacia grass that has revived the old dream will re-sprout and dye the green world.
But the grassland in my dream was a withered yellow, the grass was all broken stems, bitten by the merciless sandstorm, desolate, full of skeletons of the poetry of the steppe. My beloved woman is a flower alone in the wilderness, and she is helplessly waiting for the kiss of the spring wind. Thinking of this, I burst into tears, and my liver and intestines were broken. Until one day, I met a girl from Hangzhou, Liu, and Fang was relieved from this extreme sadness. Love cannot be forgotten, and the girl in the heart cannot be forgotten, but this does not mean that love cannot flow along the stream of love to a bend, just like the Seine River that meanders in front of you, crossing the English Channel and eventually flowing to the magnificent sea of love.
Willow and I pushed open a café on the left bank of the Seine called Prokope in the afterglow of the setting sun. We sat in a window corner on the second floor of the café, where a hemingway chair with the literary name engraved on the bronze plaque on the back of the chair remains. Liu and I are both literati, and we are only here to dip the aura of the literary masters and feel the Europa civilization. I told Willow that before I came to Paris, I knew about the left bank of the Seine, which was full of hereditary literati, so the next day after coming to Paris, I ran like a madman to the Seine in search of the poet's shadow. That day, I came to a café on the left bank in a Mongolian robe, and people were looking at me like rare animals. Someone actually came up to me and asked me to take a group photo. I recited a love poem in French, and it won the applause of the whole house. I was pleasantly surprised to think that the people who came here were all crazy.
Willow was so happy that she almost squirted the coffee out of her mouth. This café was recommended to me by Willow, she originally wanted me to grow up to see, no, I have already seen it. She told me without any secret that she had been drinking coffee with her boyfriend, David from Scotland, before. She looked at me frankly and said, "You wouldn't be jealous, would you?" I had a very close relationship with him. ”
I know what she means by "very intimate" to what extent. I vaguely realized that Willow was a very open girl, and my first love girlfriend was two different types of women. Liu graduated from the China Academy of Fine Arts in Hangzhou, but was good at writing love poems. This is also the reason why we see it as we are. She has been in Paris for two years and is now pursuing a master's degree in oil painting at the Paris Academy of Arts. Our first meeting was dramatic, not on the fragrant Champs Elysées or on the romantic banks of the Seine, but in a police station in the heart of Paris.
That was six months after I came to Paris. I wanted to go through the formalities of studying at the University of Paris III at my own expense, but I couldn't afford the expensive tuition fee, so I had to work in a Chinese restaurant, and in my spare time, I often showed up in the alleys where Chinese tour groups gathered to sell gadgets such as Eiffel Tower key chains, cheap electronic watches, and nude girls' lighters to tourists.
In those days, even I didn't know who I was, with a bachelor's degree in literature from Peking University, but I was doing the next three indiscriminate jobs that even illiterate people could do, and I knew that, why did I light a lamp in a pastoral area and study hard for twelve years, jumping from the grassland to Beijing; and then jumping back from Beijing to the grassland for the girl in my heart; and finally fleeing to a strange place on the European continent with lost love? A few years ago, there was news in China that Peking University students sold pork and sugar gourds after graduation, and I was not surprised. Isn't there a Peking University friend who wrote a bestseller book called "Peking University Graduation Equals Zero"? To be fair, how much better am I doing than selling pork and sugar gourds? Walking on the streets of Paris, will someone recognize me, a bearded, slightly bald, and round-waisted Mongolian man, as a romantic poet who came out of Peking University? Even my collection of poems, "Drifting Romance," which resonates with many boys and girls in China, has become penniless here. Man, don't talk about yourself!
No, I deserved to be unlucky, but that day I was obsessed with money, and ran to the Galeries Lafayette department store in Paris to sell gadgets, so that the patrol officers could get caught in the booty. Later, I heard a friend say that if I had a better attitude, I would be fine if I went back to get my passport and paid the fine, but I was not good at French, and I was a bit of a thief, and the policeman saw that I looked very exaggerated, mistakenly thinking that I was a stowaway, or even a terrorist, and escorted me to the police for interrogation. Before I could step into the door of the police station on my front foot, I heard a sharp voice shouting in the distance: "You are racist, you are violating human rights!" You have no right to do this to me!" I heard this stiff and crisp French coming from a girl, needless to say, a hapless ghost from a foreign land like me. Immediately followed was the brutal shouts of the police and the fluent arguments of a man. The policeman behind me, thinking something was going on, threw me aside and ran in first. At this moment, my spirit was slightly relaxed, and my heart said that there was finally a girl who was tied up. Even if he scolded himself for not being a thing, how could a high-ranking peking university student have such a dark psychology?
When I entered the house, I found that the girl was also a Chinese with long black hair. Bright eyes and bright teeth, the face plate is very beautiful, with the characteristic figure of the girl in the southern water village, but has a stubborn personality that does not match the appearance. The tall and tall young man next to her must have been her flower protector. I noticed his thick blond hair, tall, angular face, and a black T-shirt printed with a beautiful oriental girl with long flowing hair. The foreigner is engaged in a reasoning struggle with the police with exaggerated gestures. From the quarrel, I learned that the girl worked as a black worker in a restaurant owned by Taiwanese people after school, and had friction with the boss over the issue of salary, and the boss was denounced. The girl not only did not receive her wages, but also went to the police station. In my heart, I immediately generated a sigh of "the same is the fallen man at the end of the world, why should I ever know each other when I met?".
In the end, the girl and I both ended up with the same fate, and the police could not say anything, and gave us both a 300 euro ticket. My losses were even greater, and even the goods in the suitcase were confiscated. The foreign boy very righteously paid the girl a huge amount of money that seemed to me, but I couldn't get the damn 300 euros on me anyway. Embarrassed, the girl took out the money on her body and paid the difference of 126 euros for me. I was almost grateful and asked for her contact information. The foreign boy rudely pushed me aside, in blunt Chinese: "You, don't get inching forward!" At first, I was still inexplicable, and after thinking about it carefully, I saved the taste, and people were afraid that I would think about his beautiful girlfriend. I was a little crying and laughing. My intention was that I would return the money to the girl in the future. I didn't think about it, but I was stunned that the foreigner wanted to be crooked, and I was really kind enough to be a donkey's liver and lungs! In China, it is strange to change my temper and not to throw him three laps on the spot according to the Mongolian wrestling routine, and then fall to the grass five meters away! The girl saw my thoughts, smiled at me, and said, "No need, it is not easy for anyone to go out, and it is not easy for me to be personal." The girl said and lovingly took her boyfriend's arm and walked toward a Citroën outside the door, and I stayed where I was for a while, until the French sedan disappeared in front of my eyes. I thought with regret that I didn't even know what her name was, how could this great Paris be repaid in the future?
That night, I lost sleep, and the girl's shadow lingered in front of me, especially the talking eyes that made me suddenly think of some resemblance to her in the distance on the grassland. I turned over and couldn't sleep, originally read a rotten novel can be hypnotized, who knows or can't sleep, I simply got up from bed to go online, just the domestic female netizen cloud online, we chatted on QQ, nothing more than talk about some boot itching words. I have seen the photos that Yun sent to me from the mailbox, short hair, round face and phoenix eyes, is a very Peugeot knowledge female surname, or a famous university master of philosophy, a few years older than me, let me wonder why Yun would take this kind of young and beautiful girl is willing to take the way of dating to enjoy married life? Yun does not hide that she has a husband, but also a learned handsome brother, unlike me, who is alone overseas, idle and hungry, wanting to seek spiritual sustenance, and wanting to find a girl to relieve her boredom. However, she also unabashedly confided in me that her married life was not happy, like a pool of backwater with green floating objects. Her husband is the kind of man who doesn't know how to live and love, and seems to be a little tired of her. She has maintained a relationship between the two and does not want to divorce. After chatting on the Internet and talking casually, I jokingly said that I wanted to have a one-night stand with her. Yun scolded me for being bold and daring to lust across the ocean. I said these words under the inducement of the cloud, but she turned her hand to the cloud and covered her hand to the rain, so that I could not understand. I explained online that the person I love the most in the world has turned his back on me, and I am almost depressed to death in a foreign country, I am just a mouthful, don't take it seriously. Paris is seven hours apart from you, and I have that thief's heart and thief's guts, and I don't have that thief's space. Yun said sympathetically, deep sympathy, do not take the example, otherwise I will ignore you.
A few months later, just as I had almost forgotten the righteous girl I had met at the police, we bumped into Saint-Germain again. It was providence, I thought with surprise. I tentatively asked her, "What about your flower protector?" She smiled and said, "I'm a plum, and he's going to take care of other flowers." I said, "How can that be a man?" She said generously: "I think it's normal, don't think that breaking up is always a tragedy for women." 」 Both men and women find joy in the process of getting along, and I have no regrets. In the face of this self-reliant woman, I had nothing to say, and said in passing: "May I invite you to have a cup of coffee?" She said cheerfully, "Yes, but don't exceed 126 euros." I was so captivated by her humor that I said, "What if interest is included?" Make it all together, just 200 euros. "What, got rich?" She glared at me in surprise and said, "Okay, generous enough!" "Cough, punch the swollen face and make it fat," I said with a smile, "I'm poor and thinking about robbing the bank." "Really?" The girl laughed and joked, "Then I will be your accomplice, in case of escape, I can continue to help you count money, don't look at my art studies, the math results were not too bad that year." I saw her with a bright face and said bluntly, "Just you? Or spare me, if we commit crimes, then I will be miserable, you can't help the wind, the wind swings willows, like Lin Daiyu, don't drag me down? You, ah, still paint your oil paintings, it's a big deal to be a street painter, quasi-guaranteed to starve to death. By the way, I'm going to be desperate anymore, but I can help you count the money on the side, as long as you don't give up. She glanced at me, nodded, and said, "I see the line, the waist is big and round, I look like a bodyguard, standing on the side at least has a sense of security, counting money, I won't bother you." I was a little disappointed and said, "Do you really think so?" No wonder even the Paris police looked at me unfavorably, stopped me for interrogation at both ends for three days, and repeatedly checked with their passports. In fact, people can't look, what's the harm in having a little hair grow? Are there still fewer artistic fans like me in Paris? The girl laughed and said, "What, hurt your self-esteem?" I'm just kidding, if I'm not mistaken, you're a Mongolian, and you're a cultured, hierarchical Mongolian. I was surprised and said, "Hey, how do you know I'm Mongolian?" "What am I doing, not only good at portraying people, but also good at examining the mind." 」 She said triumphantly, "As soon as we met, your physical characteristics reminded me of Tengger, and if you put on the Mongolian robe, you would be fake." "Is it?" I smiled and said, "It's an honor, but am I that old?" She looked at me carefully and said, "I'm talking about shape." Really, the shape of your face, your beard, and even your silhouette are very much like Tengger's. Tell you what, I'm Tengger's star-chaser. His song "Heaven" first brought me to tears. ”
I told her, "I am a Mongolian who was born and raised in the steppe." Tengger is a wanderer, and so am I; Tengger loves his hometown, and I love my hometown. You've found the right person. Simply, you worship me as Tengger. As I spoke, I couldn't help but hum the song softly:
Blue sky, clear lake, oh yes,
Green prairie, this is my home oh yes.
Galloping horses, white sheep,
And your girl, this is my home oh yeah...
The girl was obsessed with my singing, tears flashing in her eyes, and said, "Then I will call you Tengel II." "I love listening to Mongolian songs and want to make a Mongolian friend like you." ”
So, she knew my name: Bayin Menghe; I also knew her name: Liu Lingling. That day, Willow led me into the café and told me, like a docent, about celebrity anecdotes about prokope café for half a day. She said it was the first café in Paris, more than 300 years old, and in 1686, the Italian Prokope decided to open a completely new type of cultural café here. So he bought a piece of land on The Street Saint Germain and named it after himself. Rousseau, Voltaire, diderot in the 18th century, Hugo, Zola and Balzac in the 19th century, Camus, Sartre, Simon Beauvoir in the 20th century all came here to talk about literature, society, history, and left many good stories. I looked at the extremely beautiful girl sitting across from me, and listened quietly to her speak a very feminine Wu Nong soft language, soft, with a magnetic force that made a man's heart move. Willow said to me imaginatively, "I love the steppes, but unfortunately I haven't been there yet, and I think it must be beautiful there, full of green fields, blue skies, white clouds, yurts, Lele carts, and snow-white sheep, as Tengger sings." ”
I smiled at the coffee cup and thought the girl in front of me was so cute, innocently like a chick who had just jumped out of the eggshell, facing the world with a beautiful fantasy. I said, "The grassland is beautiful, but its beauty is that rough beauty, definitely not like the delicate beauty of your Hangzhou West Lake." Willow stared at me with her hands on her cheeks and said, "So, that rough beauty is like your image?" ”
I was immediately inspired and said, "Yes, The shores of Xizi Lake will not raise a strong Mongol like me, just like in our steppe, it is difficult to raise a delicate beauty like you." ”
Willow said with great interest: "One side of the water and soil to raise the other side of the people, nature is amazing!" However, I like rough men, and hangzhou men are too feminine and lack masculinity. ”
I smugly drank the cup of coffee. Willow couldn't help but smile and said, "Tengger II, coffee is not drunk like this, you want to taste, you know?" ”
I pretended to be silly and said, "In our grassland, drinking milk tea is like this, the color of the coffee is the same as our milk tea there, but it is a little bitter." ”
Willow chuckled and said, "Are the Mongols like you?" ”
I said, "I'm restrained enough, and in the pastoral areas you don't see civilized Mongols like me." If you go to the grassland, you will know that even three bowls of horse milk wine will be poured so that you can't find the north. Willow threw out her tongue in fright and said, "Really? It was so terrible that I didn't dare go. ”
I couldn't help but be interested in the well-behaved and mischievous girl around me, and I could see that she was the kind of girl who had been cultivated by a good family, smiling and smiling, and her speech and demeanor showed an elegant temperament and good conversation. I stared at Willow, pondering her origins. What did her parents do? Scholar, businessman, or high-ranking official? No matter which lineage she came from, she must have been lucky not to suffer the wind and frost of the years on the desolate steppe in winter like I did from the day I was born. I couldn't help but ask about her origins, and she narrowed her smile and suddenly fell silent, and her face darkened. I was stunned, sensitive to the fact that, if I was not mistaken, there must be an unspeakable story in it.
Jianjun, whose real name is Liu Jianjun, is a member of the China Writers Association, who was selected as a writer on sina's super reading popularity list, and now lives in Beijing to engage in literary creation. So far, he has published 9 novels such as "Love Distance", 5 long biographical literatures such as "Dawn And Departure Again", 9 essay (poem) collections such as "Love Letters to the Years", accumulating more than 20 books and more than 5 million words, and editing 8 anthologies such as "Beacon Years" and "The True Colors of Soldiers". At present, 17 e-books and physical books are being sold on Dangdang.com, JD.com, Amazon, and read online on media platforms such as China Mobile, China Telecom, Chinese Online, and Today's Toutiao.