The Complete Works of Lu Xun's Novels

Chapter 2

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preface
I also had many dreams when I was young, but I forgot most of them later, but I don’t think it’s a pity.Although the so-called reminiscence can make people happy, sometimes it can't help but make people lonely. What's the point of keeping the thread of the spirit still lingering on the lonely time that has passed away? A part of it has become the reason for "The Scream" until now.

For more than four years, I used to go in and out of drugstores and drugstores almost every day, but I forgot my age. In short, the counters of drugstores are just as high as mine, and the counters of quality stores are twice as tall as mine. I sent clothes or jewelry outside the double-height counter, received the money in the insult, and went to the same height counter to buy medicine for my chronically ill father.After returning home, I have to do other things, because the doctor who prescribes the prescription is the most famous, and the medicine used for it is also strange: reed root in winter, sugar cane that has been frosted for three years, crickets should be right, and seeds. The flat wood, ... probably is not an easy thing to do.However, my father finally passed away day by day.

Is there anyone who fell into poverty from a well-to-do family? I think that on this journey, you can probably see the true face of the world; different people.My mother had no choice but to set up a Sichuan fund of eight yuan, saying that it was up to me; but Yi cried, which was just a reasonable thing, because at that time studying and taking exams was the right way, and the so-called learning Westernization was thought by the society. He is a desperate person who has no choice but to sell his soul to the devil, who will be double ridiculed and rejected, and Kuang Yi can no longer see his son.However, I didn't care about these things, and finally went to N and entered the K school. In this school, I learned that there are so-called Gezhi, arithmetic, geography, history, drawing and gymnastics in the world.Physiology is not taught, but we have seen woodblock editions of "New Treatise on the Whole Body" and "On Chemistry and Hygiene".I still remember the previous doctors’ comments and prescriptions. Compared with what I know now, I gradually realized that Chinese medicine is just a kind of deceitful or unintentional deceit. At the same time, I felt very sorry for the deceived patient and his family. sympathy; and from the translated history, we also know the fact that most of the Japanese Restoration originated from Western medicine.

Because of this childish knowledge, my student status was later listed in a medical school in a rural area of ​​Japan.My dream is very fulfilling. I plan to come back after graduation and treat the sufferings of patients who have been wronged like my father. During the war, I will work as a military doctor.I don’t know how the method of teaching microbiology has improved now. In short, at that time, movies were used to show the shape of microorganisms. Therefore, sometimes a paragraph of the lecture is over, and the time has not yet come, and the teacher will Show some pictures of scenery or current events to students to use up the extra time.At that time, during the Russo-Japanese War, there were naturally many pictures about the war. In this lecture hall, I had to always rejoice in the clapping and applause of my classmates.Once, I suddenly saw many Chinese people whom I had not seen for a long time on the picture. One was tied in the middle, and many stood on the left and right.According to the explanation, the one tied up was a military spy for Russia, who was about to be beheaded by the Japanese army to show the public, and those who surrounded him were people who came to appreciate this grand display.

This school year is not over yet, and I have already arrived in Tokyo, because since then, I have felt that medicine is not an important matter, and all stupid and weak citizens, no matter how healthy and strong they are, can only do nothing. There is no need to consider it unfortunate that there are more or less sickness and death among the public display materials and spectators.So our first priority is to change their spirits, and what is good at changing their spirits is that I thought at that time that it was natural to promote literature and art, so I wanted to promote literature and art movements.The international students in Tokyo are very good at studying law, politics, chemistry, and even the police industry, but they don’t rule over literature and fine arts. However, in the cold air, I was fortunate enough to find a few comrades, and I also invited a few necessary people. After discussion, the first The first step was of course to publish a magazine, the title of which meant "New Life". Because we had a retro tendency at that time, we just called it "New Life".

The publication period of "New Life" was approaching, but at first some people who were in charge of writing were hidden, and then they fled the capital, and in the end there were only three people who were worthless.We have lost our minds at the beginning, and of course there is nothing to say when we fail, but after that, even these three people are driven by their own destiny, and they can no longer talk about their future dreams together. This is our future. The resulting "Newborn" ending.

The boredom I've never experienced is something I've never experienced since.I didn't know why at the beginning, but later I thought, when a person's opinion is approved, it will push him forward; , neither for nor against, like being in a boundless wilderness, helpless, how sad it is, so I take what I feel as loneliness.

This loneliness grew day by day, like a big poisonous snake, entangled my soul.

However, although I have my own unreasonable sorrow, I am not resentful, because this experience made me reflect and see myself: that is, I am by no means a hero who raises his arms and echoes.

It's just that my own loneliness must be expelled, because it is too painful for me.So I used various methods to anesthetize my soul, sinking myself into the people, and returning me to ancient times. Later, I also experienced or watched several more lonely and sad things, all of which I did not want to recall. I am willing to let them and my brain be wiped out in the mud, but my anesthesia seems to have worked, and I no longer have the impassioned meaning of my youth.

There are three rooms in the S Guild Hall. According to legend, a woman was hanged to death on the locust tree in the yard. Now the locust tree is too high to reach, and no one lives in this house; for many years, I lived in the house. There are ancient monuments in this room.Few of the guests came, and there were no problems or doctrines in the ancient steles, but my life quietly disappeared. This is my only wish.On summer nights, when there were too many mosquitoes, I would sit under the pagoda tree with a cattail leaf fan, looking at the little bits of blue sky through the gaps in the dense leaves, and the silkworms that came out late would often land coldly on my head and neck.

At that time, an old friend, Jin Xinyi, occasionally came to talk. He put his large wallet on the broken table, took off his long gown, and sat down opposite him. Because he was afraid of dogs, it seemed that his heart was still beating.

"What's the use of you writing these?" One night, he flipped through my copy of the ancient monument and asked a research question.

"It's useless."

"Then what do you mean by cashing in on him?"

"It doesn't make any sense."

"I think, you can do something..."

I understood what he meant. They were publishing "New Youth", but at that time it seemed that not only did no one agree with it, but also no one objected to it. I thought they might feel lonely, but they said:
"Suppose an iron house has no windows and is indestructible. There are many sleeping people in it. They will soon be suffocated to death. However, they don't feel the sorrow of dying when they go from sleep to death. Now you shout Do you think you are doing them a favor by awakening those who are more sane and causing this unfortunate few to suffer irreparably dying pain?"

"However, since a few people got up, you can't say that there is absolutely no hope of destroying the iron house."

Yes, although I have my own conviction, but when it comes to hope, I can't erase it, because hope lies in the future, and I must not convince him that I have nothing with the proof that I have nothing, so I finally I promised him to write a fuss too, and this was the first "Diary of a Madman".Since then, it has been unacceptable, and every time I write some novel-like articles to perfuse my friends' entrustment, there are more than ten articles accumulated over a long period of time.

In myself, I thought that now I am no longer an urgent and unspeakable person, but maybe I haven't forgotten my lonely sadness back then, so sometimes I can't help shouting a few times to comfort those who The warrior who gallops in loneliness makes him not afraid of the front.As for whether my cry is brave or sad, disgusting or ridiculous, that is beyond my consideration; but since it is a cry, of course I have to obey the command of the general, so I often use a cursive pen, in "Medicine" A wreath was placed on Yu'er's grave, and in "Tomorrow" it is not mentioned that Shan Si's sister-in-law did not realize her dream of seeing her son, because the general at that time did not advocate negativity.As for myself, I don't want to infect my self-sufficient loneliness to young people who are dreaming sweet dreams like when I was young.

In this way, the distance between my novels and art can be imagined, but to this day I can still bear the name of novels, and even have a chance to be a collection. This is a fluke, but although luck makes me uneasy, I am still happy to guess that there are still readers in the world for the time being.

So I put together a collection of my short stories, and put them in print, and called them The Scream for the reasons stated above.

On December [-], [-], Lu Xun recorded it in Beijing.

diary of a madman

A certain gentleman, Kun Zhong, whose name is now hidden, is still a good friend from the middle school days; after many years of separation, news has gradually disappeared.A few days ago, I even heard about one of his serious illnesses. When I returned to my hometown, I only met one person when I went to visit him.Mr. Lao came to see him from afar, but he has recovered early, and he went to a certain place to wait.Because of laughing out loud, I showed two volumes of the diary, saying that I can see the symptoms of the day, so I might as well dedicate it to my old friends.After reading it, you will know what you are suffering from, such as "persecution maniac".The language is quite messy and incoherent, and there are many absurd words; there is no moon or sun, but the ink and color fonts are different, and it is known that it was not written at one time.There are also those who have a little contact with each other, and this article is summarized for research by doctors.The words in the record are wrong, and one word is not easy; but although the names of the people are all from the village, they are not known to the world and have nothing to do with the general situation, but they are easy to get rid of.As for the title of the book, I will write it later and will not change it.Know on April [-], seven years.

一
Tonight, nice moonlight.

I haven't seen him for more than 30 years; seeing him today, I am very refreshed.Only then did I realize that the previous 30-odd years were all in a daze; however, one must be very careful.Otherwise, why did Zhao's dog look at me twice?
I'm justified in fear.

two

There's no moon at all today, and I know it's bad.When going out carefully in the morning, Zhao Guiweng gave strange eyes: he seems to be afraid of me, seems to want to harm me.There are seven or eight people who are talking about me in whispers, afraid that I will see them.All the people along the way are like this.The most vicious one of them opened his mouth and smiled at me; I felt cold from head to toe, knowing that their arrangements were all in order.

I am not afraid, I still go my way.A group of children in front were also talking about me; their eyes were the same as Zhao Guiweng's, and their faces were ashen.I think I have something against the child, and he does too.Can't help but say loudly, "You tell me!" They ran away.

I thought: What enmity do I have with Zhao Guiweng, and what enmity do the people on the same road have? Only twenty years ago, I kicked Mr. Gu Jiu's old journal①, and Mr. Gu Jiu was very unhappy.Although Zhao Guiweng didn't know him, he must have heard the rumors and complained about the injustice; he agreed that people on the road would fight against me.But what about the little ones?At that time, they were not born yet, so why do they open their strange eyes today, as if they were afraid of me, as if they wanted to harm me.This really makes me afraid, makes me wonder and sad.

I understand.This is what their mother and father taught them!

three

Always can't sleep at night.Everything has to be studied before it can be understood.

They—some have been shackled by the magistrate, some have been slapped by a gentleman, some yamen servants have taken his wife, and some old women have been forced to death by their creditors; their faces at that time were not as scared as they were yesterday, nor were they so fierce.

The strangest thing is that the woman on the street yesterday beat his son and said, "Old man! I will bite you a few times before I get angry!" But he looked at me.I was startled, and I couldn't hide it; the group of green-faced and long-toothed people burst into laughter.Chen Laowu caught up and dragged me back home.

When they dragged me home, everyone in the family pretended not to know me; their eyes looked the same as everyone else's.After entering the study, he slammed the door behind him, as if shutting a chicken or duck.This matter, the more I can't figure out the truth.

A few days ago, the tenants of Langzi Village came to complain about the shortage, and told my elder brother that a big villain in their village had been beaten to death by everyone; a few people dug out his heart and liver, fried it with oil, and ate it to make him stronger. Emboldened.I interrupted, and both the tenant and the eldest brother looked at me a few times.It was only today that I realized that their vision was exactly the same as that group of people outside.

Thinking about it, I was cold from the top to the heels.

If they can eat people, they may not eat me.

Look at the woman's words of "biting you a few bites", the smiles of a group of green-faced and fangs, and the words of the tenants the day before yesterday, they are all signs.I could see that his words were full of poison, and his smile was full of knives.Their teeth are all lined up sharply. They are people-eating people.

In my own opinion, although I am not a villain, since I kicked the Gu family's book, it is hard to say.They seem to have an ulterior motive, I can't guess at all.Besides, when they turned their faces, they said that people are wicked.I still remember that my elder brother taught me how to write an essay. No matter how good a person is, if you read him a few words, he will mark a few circles;From there, I can guess what their thoughts are; besides, it's time to eat.

Everything must be studied before it can be understood.In ancient times, people often eat people, I still remember, but I don't know very well.I opened the history and looked it up. There is no date in this history, and the words "benevolence, righteousness and morality" are written crookedly on each leaf.I couldn't sleep anyway, and after reading carefully half the night, I finally saw the words between the words. There were two words "eating people" written all over the book!
There are so many words written in the book, and so many words said by the tenant, but they all look at me with strange eyes and smiles.

I'm human too, and they want to eat me!

four

In the morning, I sat quietly for a while.Chen Laowu brought in the rice, a bowl of vegetables and a bowl of steamed fish. The fish's eyes were white and hard, and its mouth was open, just like the group of people who wanted to eat people.After eating a few chopsticks, the slippery one didn't know whether it was a fish or a human being, so he spat him out.

I said, "Fifth, tell my elder brother that I'm so bored that I want to go for a walk in the garden." The fifth refused and left; after a while, he came to open the door.

I didn't move either, studying how they manipulated me; I knew they wouldn't let go.really!My eldest brother led an old man and walked slowly; his eyes were full of fierce eyes, afraid that I would see it, he just lowered his head to the ground and secretly looked at me from the side of his glasses.The elder brother said, "You seem to be fine today." I said, "Yes." The elder brother said, "I invite Mr. He to come and see you today." I said, "Yes!" Actually, I didn't know that the old man was an executioner Pretend!It's nothing more than borrowing the name of watching the pulse, and thinking about fatness: because of this credit, I also share a piece of meat.I am not afraid; although I don't eat people, I am more courageous than them.Stretch out two fists to see how he starts.The old man sat, closed his eyes, touched it for a while, and stayed there for a long time; then he opened his ghostly eyes and said, "Don't think about it. Just keep it quietly for a few days, and you'll be fine."

Don't think about it, just raise it quietly!If they are fattened up, they can naturally eat more; what benefits do I have, how can I be "healed"?They are a group of people who want to eat people, but also are sneaky, trying to cover up, and dare not directly attack, it really makes me laugh.I couldn't help it, so I laughed out loud, very happy.I know that there is a lot of courage and righteousness in this laughter.Both the old man and the eldest brother turned pale, and were suppressed by my courage and righteousness.

But I have the courage, the more they want to eat me, a little bit of this courage.The old man stepped out of the door, and after walking not far, he whispered to the eldest brother, "Hurry up and eat!" The eldest brother nodded.It turns out that there is you too!This great discovery, although it seems accidental, is also expected: the person who eats me together is my brother!

It's my brother who eats people!
I am the brother of the cannibal!
I myself was eaten, and yet I am the brother of the cannibal!
五

In the past few days, I have taken a step back and thought: If the old man is not an executioner but a doctor, he is still a cannibal.On the "Materia Medica" made by their ancestor Li Shizhen, it is clearly written that human flesh can be fried; can he still say that he does not eat human beings?
As for my eldest brother, he was not wronged at all.When he was lecturing to me, he himself said that he could "eat his sons and eat them"①; and once he happened to talk about a bad person, he said that not only should he be killed, but he should also "eat his flesh and leave his skin behind."②.I was still young at that time, and my heart beat for a long time.The day before yesterday, when the tenants of Langzi Village talked about eating heart and liver, he was not surprised and kept nodding.It can be seen that the mind is as cruel as before.Since it is possible to "eat by changing seeds", everything is easy to get, and anyone can eat it.I used to just listen to his reasoning, and I was confused; now I know that when he is speaking, not only is there human oil on his lips, but also he is full of cannibalism in his heart.

六

It's pitch black, I don't know if it's day or night.Zhao's dog barked again.

The viciousness of a lion, the cowardice of a rabbit, the cunning of a fox,...

Seven

I know their method, they are not willing to kill them directly, and I dare not, for fear of disaster.So they all united, covered a net, and forced me to kill myself.Just look at the appearance of men and women on the street a few days ago, and what my elder brother has done these days, and you can fully understand it.It is best to take off the belt, hang it on the beam, and strangle it tightly; they were not charged with murder, and their wish was fulfilled, so naturally they all let out a sobbing laughter with joy.Otherwise, you will be frightened and sad, and even though you are a little thinner, you can still agree a few times.

They only eat dead meat! ——I remember what book said that there is a kind of thing called "Hai Yi Na" ③, which has ugly eyes and appearance; it often eats dead meat, and even very large bones are chewed and swallowed. Thinking about it is also scary. "Haiyina" is the relative of the wolf, and the wolf is the family of the dog.The dog of the Zhao family looked at me the day before yesterday, and it can be seen that he is also in the conspiracy and has already contacted me.The old man stared at the ground, how could he hide it from me.

The most pitiful thing is my eldest brother, he is also a human being, why is he not afraid; and he will eat me together?Or have you always been used to it and don't think it's wrong?Or have you lost your conscience and committed crimes knowingly?
When I curse the cannibal, I start with him; if I want to persuade the cannibal, I also start with him.

Eight

In fact, by now, they should have already understood this truth...

(End of this chapter)