Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 30 "The Heartbroken" by He Ping

"Today it's my turn to recommend works to everyone. I chose a novel recently published by Comrade He Ping in the new magazine "Science Fiction World", called "The Heartbreaker."

Mao Chunhua introduced it generously in front of everyone. He Ping didn't expect that the work he was going to read today was written by himself.

"Since our original author is here today, I don't want to do it for me. Let us invite Comrade He Ping to read the work "The Heartbroken" for us."

Mao Chunhua surprised He Ping again, and he even wanted to read aloud. He Ping felt a little ashamed in his heart.

I'm really sorry, Mr. He Xi.

Li Feng sat down and felt very tired, but he just published two novels, so he was embarrassed.

It never occurred to him that He Ping hadn't said a few words since he came in, and it was his sweetheart, Comrade Mao Chunhua, who was flattering He Ping.

Amid the applause from the crowd, He Ping stood up calmly, "Thank you, thank you all. It is a great honor to be invited to participate in this book club today. I am ashamed to say that this is the first time for me to read my work in front of everyone. What's the matter?" Please bear with me when it’s not in the right place.”

The crowd applauded again with great dignity.

"The Heartbreaker" by He Ping. The market is at its busiest in the morning. I watched Xia Qunfang walk through the crowd. Her back is very bloated. From a distance of two or three meters, I couldn't see what she bought. What kind of dishes, but the bargaining between her and the hawkers can be heard clearly..."

It was the first time for He Ping to read this kind of thing in public, and he didn't know any skills. He could only try his best to make his tone calm and powerful, and full of emotion.

Literature lovers in this era know relatively little about science fiction. They are more interested in realistic works. There are some views that this kind of novel is unrefined.

The great advantage of He Ping's "The Heartbroken" is that it is a relatively soft science fiction novel. It is very friendly, even for readers who have never read science fiction, it is not that difficult to accept.

The morning sun was shining brightly, shining into the room through the glass windows, and the dust appeared under the sunlight. There was only He Ping's warm and magnetic reading aloud in the room, and the hot water in everyone's water glasses was simmering upwards.

He Ping suddenly felt that beauty.

This is probably why Mao Chunhua and the others love reading and reading clubs.

"'I can't convince them.' Liu Qing looked into He Xi's disappointed eyes apologetically, 'the school does not agree to list the microcontinuum theory as a research topic, the reason is—'he said hesitantly, 'no one thinks this Useful stuff. You know, school money is tight, so the book thing...'
He Xi didn't make a sound, he somewhat expected Liu Qing's words.Now his last hope is gone, and the only way left is to publish a book at his own expense.He Xi subconsciously touched the passbook in his pocket. It was his mother's 27 years of service. From youth to gray hair, her mother gave it to him without even asking.He Xi suddenly hesitated, he didn't know what power he had to control his mother's 27 years of life - although he took it from his mother without caring..."

The plot of the story gradually advances as He Ping reads aloud, and the setbacks encountered by He Xi in the book make the listeners empathize.

Their emotions fluctuated with He Xi's joy and anger, and they could feel everyone's devotion and concentration.

"The young voice suddenly rose, 'My God, the patient is talking, he's talking!' 'Impossible,' said the thick voice, 'he hasn't said a word in 20 years, and there's no way he'll have the strength to speak .' But the thick voice stopped suddenly, as if something had been discovered. The surroundings became quiet, and at this moment, a voice that had been corroded by moisture for many years could be heard speaking forcefully.

'Mum—Mom—' the voice murmured somewhat vaguely.

'M-m--' he called again, with unmistakable clarity. "

He Ping finished reading the last paragraph with a choked voice, his eyes flushed.

The surroundings fell into a brief silence. He observed the crowd, many of them had red eyes, and a few sensitive and delicate girls were even wiping the tears from the corners of their eyes.

The applause gradually sounded until it became enthusiastic, which lasted for a long time.

He Ping greeted all around politely, "Thank you, thank you everyone."

"It's really well written."

"It's very touching, it's really touching."

"That cry of mother broke my heart."

"Wow, He Xi is so pitiful!"

Everyone's praise came rushing towards him, leaving He Ping with no time to care about others, he could only smile humbly.

Fortunately, Mao Chunhua came out to control the field in time, "Okay, everyone, calm down. Now everyone will share their feelings after reading, say what you have to say, don't worry about the author He Ping, let's eat all the eggs, don't be too nervous. Care about the feelings of the hen."

Mao Chunhua's joke really relaxed the originally excited atmosphere a lot.

Li Feng thought to himself that this is the atmosphere that a book club should have. Those who didn't know like just now thought it was a reader meeting.

"Let me start by saying that science fiction is rarely seen. I used to think it was written for children. Today, after reading Comrade He Ping's "The Heartbroken", I realized that I was really a frog in a well. Good literature is not good. Regardless of national boundaries and genres, I believe this novel, like other classic novels, will be forever engraved on the monument of Chinese literature and science fiction literature."

The gay man who was the first to rush to speak had obviously become He Ping's little fanboy, and He Ping was a little ashamed to hear it.

Brother, it's over, it's over, your boasting is too much.

Li Feng despises this group of people in his heart because he has never seen the world. He admits that the novel is so well written, and that's all. Can it compare to Lao She and Shen Congwen?

Everyone got up to speak one after another, talking about their feelings can be said to have received rave reviews.

It was the first time that He Ping felt the sense of accomplishment brought by writing a novel, and he reminded himself that this is not your own credit, so don't drift away.

After everyone expressed their feelings, Mao Chunhua stood up again, "Everyone's sharing is very sincere, which is very good. Today we rarely invited the original author, and asked Comrade He Ping to talk to us about the mental journey of creating this novel. Everyone Say yes or not."

"it is good!"

"No problem."

Mao Chunhua's proposal was warmly supported by everyone, and He Ping was stunned. He didn't say that there was such a thing when he came, and he would not be able to come if there was such a thing.

He Ping stood up in embarrassment, his mind quickly recalling the plot of the novel he had just read.

Alright, close your eyes and brag.

(End of this chapter)