animal ferocious

Chapter 3
——The Sequel to "Stubborn Lord"

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"Tell me," I asked An Jia, "if a person is full and has nothing to do, what is the best way for him to spend his time?"

"sleep."

"Have you slept? Have you slept too much?"

"Does he have any other skills? For example, governing the country, picking cotton, pickling pig heads, etc."

"No, nothing at all, the four limbs are not working hard, and the five grains are not distinguished."

"Is he very pursuing?"

"The pursuit is a mess."

"How many words does he know?"

"Including typos, there are three to five thousand."

"Then let's be a writer." An Jia looked at me calmly, "Since he can't do anything and he doesn't want to be confused with ordinary people."

"That's the way it is." I agreed, "It seems that there is really no other choice."

"Then let it be."

"Be it." I stood up, walked to the mirror of the big wardrobe and looked at myself pitifully, "Look at what you've become."

"Let me ask you." An Jia also stood up, walked to the mirror, looked carefully at me in the mirror, and asked, "If a person holds empty fists, has no money, no power, no virtue, no good looks, how can he get married overnight? Jian Xiao's family suddenly became rich and rose to the top, suddenly transformed into something..."

"To steal, to snatch, to use up the country to marry rich people and so on."

"I have neither the courage to steal nor the wrist to do business, nor impotence."

"Is the face thick? Is the heart dark?"

"Thick and invisible, black and colorless."

"Then be a writer. His condition is simply a born writer."

"Then why are you hesitating?"

"Don't hesitate, make up your mind, do it! Who is Meng?"

"Yes, you must have the courage to go all the way to the dark."

"Alas—" I sighed, stroking my cheek, "I suffer because I am too kind, and I can't sleep well when I do immoral things, and I wake up crying in my dreams, fearing retribution and going to hell. "

"It doesn't matter, you are not the only writer, you will have companions in hell."

"Is there any way that writers can go to hell without going to hell?"

"It's impossible not to go down. Maybe we can live on a higher floor if we fix it."

"I'm going to write, hey, I'm going to write!"

An Jia, who was stacking and being swept, washed clothes and warmed milk to feed her children, turned her head to look at me with disheveled hair.I sat in a comfortable chair and smoked leisurely. There was a manuscript paper and an assortment of pens, ballpoint pens, pencils and brushes in front of the desk.

"I'm going to write." I said with a smile.

"Let's write." An Jia looked at me and said, "You washed your face, your hands, your shit, and you even ate my breakfast together, smoking a cigarette, drinking tea, and sucking your teeth. What's wrong with you? of?"

"I haven't taken my medicine yet."

"...Is there such a thing as special?"

"Of course, writing requires the use of the brain. Myrrh makes the brain either write smaller or bigger. All in all, it needs to be deformed."

"Our family has the aspirin that I take, the quick-acting cold capsule erythromycin, and the leftover encephalitis vaccination you used when you were a child. Do you take it or take the vaccinia vaccine?"

"I can also take it. I don't care about the form. The question is, do these medicines supplement? I don't know much about medicine. Should I get some traditional Chinese medicine? It is said that traditional Chinese medicine generally supplements."

"How about this, I still have some Wuji Baifeng Wan here for you to eat first, and in the afternoon I will go out and dig some bark for you and dig some grass roots to make soup for you."

"Then please."

An Jia rummaged through the drawer and found a box of pills: "How many pills to take?"

"Just take a large dose, to replenish, you have to strengthen it."

I swallowed the ball, drank the water, straightened my neck, closed my eyes, convulsed, and then gasped and laughed tearfully and with relief.

"How does it feel?"

"Sure enough, it's refreshing."

"Then let's take advantage of the energy and not write."

"Will you wipe the dust in the house again, fold the quilt more squarely, and keep the diapers away from me, so that I will be in a happier mood."

"can."

An Jia quickly rearranged the house, making everything in order and spotless.

"Any more requests?"

"What am I writing?"

Button sat in the cart and made a fuss.Pointing to the half-eaten gruel, he babbled and babbled, leaning on the railing of the car to stand up vigorously, and fell back down again and again, making a lot of noise.

"Don't make trouble!" I yelled at her, "You look ignorant, you know what to eat except for eating, you don't feel like a scholarly lady."

"Don't make trouble with the buttons." An Jia went over to coax the child, "Your father is doing something important for you. Mom has to protect him. He's done well, and we're all living for nothing. Please bear with it."

Or else the children of the poor are sensible early, after An Jia spoke, the button fell silent and sat obediently, with a look of taking care of the overall situation.

"Don't know what to write?" An Jia stroked her hair, sat down next to me, and looked at me, "Just write what you are most familiar with."

"What I am familiar with is three full and two hanging upside down playing mahjong."

"Isn't that good, as a negative teaching material."

"But what about the sense of social responsibility? Where is it? I am a writer now, I have to be taller than others, and it is better to teach others, and the people are looking at me."

"According to you, what is good to teach the people? How to live? You don't need to teach it?"

"You have to teach! Tell the people that it's not enough to just make their own life better, but to make the government's life easier. For example, if the government can't solve the problem, can you subsidize one meal three times a day? On the street If there are bad people in the government and the police can’t control them, can you sacrifice your life for righteousness? You have to make it clear to the people that the top priority now is to let the government live on. Think about it, there are more than 2 million illiterates and more than 5000 million disabled people...is it easy? Everybody hold out your hands..."

"It won't make the people feel that the government is a burden?"

"Yo, I didn't expect that."

"Look, I didn't warn you that you're about to make another mistake."

"That's it."

"If you want to help the government share its worries, it's good to have intentions. But helping requires strategy. Who doesn't have any self-respect? It's a well-known republic. You can't treat others as beggars. Our people don't have a good face. We should be more proud Start with pride."

"You mean writing ancient times?"

"I think it's okay to write about the reform and entrepreneurship of the ancient people, labor and love."

I raised my face in a daze for a while, then took a puff of cigarette: "When was this country established?"

"It was [-]." An Jia said.

"Who was it before [-]?"

"It seems to be the gang in Taiwan."

"This group of people can't write." I said clearly, "I can't praise them when I write. How about going forward?"

"Further ahead, it seems to be a group of braids and mandarin jackets."

"That's right, I remembered. The leader of those people is an old woman, who seems to be not of the same family as us. Foreigners can't write."

"Going forward, I can't figure it out anymore. It seems that there are only young ladies and queens with black heads and white faces. The words are not in the same taste as we are now, and I like to sing with my sleeves and boots at every turn."

"I think we should come back." I said, "There are only rich people in ancient times, and we have never been able to guess the hearts of rich people."

"Do you have to teach the people how to learn?" An Jia asked after a while, breaking the silence.

"I have to!" I said, "I am determined to propagandize the people, educate the people and encourage the people, telling them not to worry about their own good deeds and good fortune in this life and good fortune in the next life."

"Are you a little cynical?"

"Then what if I don't do this? Think carefully, how can I take advantage if I don't call on everyone to contribute, so that I will be willing to suffer a disadvantage?"

"Did the government say that? Don't forget that the government is for the people."

"Of course, why don't we writers do it? It's just to let us whisper to the people in a soft voice that we will blow up and turn our faces when we say it."

"It has nothing to do with literature."

"Literature? What literature? Wild or cultivated? How much is a catty?"

"I don't even know literature. Aren't you going to be a writer?"

"I want to be a writer. What does being a writer have to do with literature? You really should study hard."

"I don't want to be a writer, why should I learn that?" An Jia stood up, walked back to Button, and continued to feed her the cold porridge, "It doesn't matter to you, you can write whatever you like."

"I can't write until I understand this problem." I finally found a good reason for myself to leave the desk, tease her while looking at the button to eat, and said to An Jia seriously: "Write in a daze, don't talk about it, If you don’t pay attention and turn it into literature, you will regret it.”

After dinner, the sun had already set, but it was still bright, and there were men and women walking with fans on the courtyard and road.

Fatty Wu stood on the balcony of his house, smoking a cigarette while looking around with a children's binoculars.

In his camera lens, there is first the delicate face of a young girl talking and laughing, and then an old man with loose skin... A group of half-sized boys with their legs straddling the beam of the bicycle and elbows bent over them, smoking and chatting together... two A young woman pushing a stroller stood opposite me, and my face was captured by his lens—it was a deep face, with tightly closed lips, disheveled hair, blank eyes, and infinite brows. mind.Stop and go, search and search.

Fatty Wu turned and went back to the house, quickly poured a glass of cold water, and ran back to the balcony.At this time, I had already walked under the balcony, and he aimed steadily at me to pour the water in the glass.

I stopped suddenly, and raised my head in grief and indignation. Fatty Wu was laughing up and down on the balcony of his house.

"You comrade, why are you so immoral? Whose family are you from?" I accused him below.

He just grinned and waved, "Come up, you come up."

I shook off the water on my body, turned around and walked to the back door of the building, just as I ran into his mother, Fatty Wu, who was carrying a bamboo chair out to enjoy the shade.The old lady was taken aback when she saw me, and looked at the sky: "Why, is it raining?"

"Well, there were a few raindrops, and I caught up with them all."

I went upstairs, and the door of Fatty Wu's house was unlocked, so I pushed it open, and Fatty Wu was still watching from the balcony.

"What are you looking at again?" I walked across the room and onto the balcony, "It's so bright, the poles aren't even in place yet."

"No, I found out why all of you are so deep, like you have been hit by hailstones." Fatty Wu put down his binoculars and said to me with a smile.

"Is there anyone who is deep besides me today?"

"Look." Fatty Wu handed me the binoculars, smoked with his arms crossed, and pointed to the upstairs opposite.

I raised the binoculars and aimed at a window opposite, only to see Liu Huiyuan lying on the bed reading a book, covering his face and motionless.

"Call him and tell him to come over."

Fatty Wu went back to his room to make a phone call, and I continued to look at Liu Huiyuan.I saw him turn over from the bed and sit up, go to another room to answer the phone.

"Are you Liu Huiyuan?" I heard Fatty Wu say in a tone, "I'm from the "Marriage and Family" magazine, and I'm going to interview you..." Liu Huiyuan changed hands to hold the phone over there.

"I heard that you are divorced, it is very painful..."

Liu Huiyuan looked up and saw me, I beckoned to him, he turned his head and quickly spoke to the receiver.

Fatty Wu laughed loudly: "Don't be so rude, Comrade Liu Huiyuan."

Then he changed into a normal voice and said, "Come here... what's the matter, isn't it just reading a broken book, we know your every move here, come here quickly, waiting for you."

Fatty Wu put down the phone, turned on the lights in the room, turned on the TV, picked the channel with the remote control, and stopped on the "News Network" program.

Liu Huiyuan dawdled, read two more pages of the book, took a pack of cigarettes, and walked out.

I also went back to the house from the balcony, threw the binoculars on the sofa, and stood in front of Fatty Wu's combination cabinet, opening the doors and drawers one by one to look at the items inside.

"Why do you have this problem, you rummage around when you come to people's homes." Fatty Wu said while watching TV.

I dug out an exquisite craft lighter, weighed it in my hand, and ignited it.

"Why is this lighter the same as the one I just lost?"

"What did you just throw away, our buddies brought it back to me from Tonga - put it aside."

I lit a cigarette with this lighter, sat down next to Fatty Wu, and said, "Give it to me."

"No, I'll just have this one." Fatty Wu leaned forward to grab it, "Our lighter is meaningful."

"Why are you so boring?" I dodged, but Fatty Wu snatched the lighter away.

"I'll give you a shirt." Fatty Wu said, "Small collar and round hem will look good on you."

"Have you worn it?"

"I just wore it once, and the water didn't even go down."

"Yes, you can expose another shirt after wearing it for half a year without going into the water."

Liu Huiyuan came in and said when he entered the room: "It's just you two who dare to be affectionate, and I will still be one of three."

"When you come, you will be missing one of three." Fatty Wu instructed me, "Go to the door opposite our house and call Ding Xiaolu."

"You should do all of this." I criticized Fatty Wu, "I am also from a working people's background, so don't develop the habit of instructing others."

"Why do you think this person is so fussy?" Fatty Wu stood up, "Then you move the table and spread the blanket to get the cards."

"I don't suffer at all." Liu Huiyuan pointed at Fatty Wu and said.

Liu Huiyuan and I moved the table, set up the chairs, spread out the blanket, dumped a box of mahjong tiles on the table, and picked the "bastards" from the inside out.

Fatty Wu Ding Xiaolu came in while talking and laughing, and we saw Yu Guan also coming in, so we nodded at him: "Oh."

"You play you." Yu Guan pulled another chair and sat on the side, "I'll show Ding Xiaolu the cards."

Everyone sat down, coded the cards, established the rules, and started to play.

"What have you been doing lately?" I played a "Limelight" card and asked Yu Guan, "I haven't seen you for a long time."

"Ashamed, it's not worth mentioning." Yu Guan played a card for Ding Xiaolu, and said to me: "It's embarrassing to say it."

"People are writing novels now—touch!" Ding Xiaolu hastily touched three "whiteboards".

Liu Huiyuan and I looked at each other and smiled.Liu Huiyuan said: "Why are we all so miserable?"

"Why, you guys have started writing novels too?" Yu Guan said with a smile, "Isn't it? Aren't you guys doing well?"

"Red Zhong! I don't have enough prefixes." Fatty Wu straightened his waist and took a puff of cigarette, and said to the audience, "No, business is not easy, haven't you heard? Now the idle people in the city are turning to art Those with a voice are singers, those with quick legs are dancers, and those who can make up nonsense are writers. The country can’t do anything about it. There are shops in the houses facing the street. There’s really no way to accommodate them. Give it a policy.”

"So do we people." Yu Guanguan smacked his lips and said, "We know that we are poor but we still have to do it. I feel ashamed for always eating idle food."

"Sigh." I sighed with sympathy, "Forcing a good woman into prostitution."

"I don't agree with what you said." Liu Huiyuan played a "Nine Barrel" and said the whole card, "No matter how dirty or tiring the job is, someone must do it. If we don't do it, we have to find other unlucky ones. Do you have the heart? "

"That's right." Everyone agreed, "Anyway, we're not going to get better, so let's be smashed to pieces. It's worth it if we can save one teenager from going into the water."

"It's okay for others to look down on us." Liu Huiyuan said to me excitedly, "We don't complain about fate, we blame ourselves, who told us that we didn't study hard when we were young, and now we deserve to be writers! But we can't look down on ourselves , although we are lowly, but our heart is higher than the sky, the mud is not dirty, we don't know the smell, we have gone through all kinds of disasters, brothers meet each other and smile to wipe out our grievances..."

"But I'm just sad." With tears in my eyes, I played a card indiscriminately, "I was so idealistic and ambitious when I was young. In my dreams, I always dreamed of traveling thousands of miles in the sky with iron shoulders on my shoulders, but when I grew up... the reality It's cruel..."

I burst into tears: "If my father wants to live, he must kill me if he knows that I have become a writer."

"Don't do this." Fatty Wu also said with red eyes, "Aren't you making us sad."

"It's all my fault." I quickly wiped away my tears, and said with a forced smile, "Playing cards. Let's not talk about being frustrated, but happy. The day before yesterday I went to the street and picked up a purse."

"I'm sorry, I draw." I just played a "three of a kind", Ding Xiaolu shyly pushed the card away embarrassingly.

"How are you going to write it?" During the second round of cards, Yu Guan asked while smoking a cigarette, "What doctrine am I talking about?"

"We are prepared to worry about the country and the people." I replied on behalf of the two brothers.

"It crashed, didn't it!" Yu Guan said, "Our brothers are also planning to worry about the country and the people."

"I can't help it." I took apart a pair of "Yaoji" and said, "Who made us follow the Communist Party for so many years, and married for a night to repay a hundred days of kindness."

"It's also difficult for the new school of mathematics when you are old." Liu Huiyuan also played a piece of Yaoji, "Let's get familiar with Zhang Er."

"But in China, there are only a few of us lonely ministers and rebellious sons. Although we have narrowly escaped death, we don't regret it." I pushed down the card, "Boys, you are on the 'listen'."

"Worrying about the country and the people is difficult to write." Yu Guan said, "My buddies have written seven 'Songs of Righteousness' and they all look like curses."

"No." Liu Huiyuan stared at the card and said, "I write a series of unlucky things. Everyone knows that they are sick. What is missing is the prescription. Prescribing medicine for the country is not for fun."

"I said that you are all concerned about the country and the people, isn't it a little monotonous?" Ding Xiaolu played a "[-]" card and pushed down the card, "Should a few people come out and do some modern country drinking or something?"

"I can talk a million words in the country." Liu Huiyuan also said, "I joined the two-month team in [-]. I have heard, seen and done the dirty things in the country."

"Then you can talk about the countryside instead." I said, "It's not that the wild couple elopes, can't eat, can't come to the kang, let the party secretary fuck each other, and all the things that the city people don't do are all on the heads of the country people. Anyway, the country people don't recognize it. Character."

"Country people can't read and people in the city see it fresh." Fatty Wu also said, "The stories all take place in Gaotupo by the Yellow River. If you use a pen to fuck people, I have to praise you for having a sense of history."

"It's all 'listening'." I nervously watched everyone play their cards, picked up a card vigorously, and shouted: "Touch yourself!"

"Draw!" everyone shouted, slapping their cards hopefully.

"Self-drawing!" Liu Huiyuan "slapped" the "seven" he had just drawn on the table, and then stood up and pushed down the card he was lying on, "Receive the money."

While paying the money, I said to Ding Xiaolu from my previous family: "Your hands are too tight, and you can't get away with a single card."

"Whose food am I eating again?" Ding Xiaolu said with a smile, "Next time, I'll feed you some incense."

"I won't point to anyone anymore." I signed the sign and said, "I will always draw myself."

"Do you want to write about rural affairs?" Fatty Wu asked Liu Huiyuan, "If you don't write about it, I can write about it."

"Leave it to you, why don't you hold back and make fun of your grandparents."

"I don't agree with Fatty Wu's writing about rural affairs." Ding Xiaolu said, "His incoherent speech is not as good as reforming modernism."

"Why don't you understand?" Liu Huiyuan said to Ding Xiaolu, "It's easy for people to write about things under their crotch."

"Then let's open the road alone." Yu Guan said, "Be an expert in sex literature."

"Okay." Fatty Wu said with a smile, "Modernist additive literature—look at it."

"It's just the two of us who worry about the country and the people." I said to Yu Guan with a smile, "They all went to Gao Zhier."

"No, I don't worry about the country and the people anymore." Yu Guan shook his hands and said with a smile, "I'm a 'beat generation'. I'm anti-social and cultural, and I'm going against the wind."

"That's so bad, when we wear red flowers on stage, you will be criticized off stage."

"It doesn't matter, it's prosperous literature and art, it's so lively. When the time comes, you must not be polite, just beat the sticks like you are dead, and show that irreconcilable hatred-I will be famous all over the world."

"Count him to be clever." Fatty Wu said, "We don't, we just praise you like you are dead, saying that you were sent by Chairman Mao."

"I'll let you boast that you can't find a place to talk."

"We can be far-fetched. You are actually very kind and pure, and if you are not fair, you will love and hate." At this point, Wu Fatty lost his face and said to me: "I found that we still lack a professional reviewer. A well-washed person."

"The only idler here is Ding Xiaolu." I looked at Ding Xiaolu.

"Okay, then I'll pretend to be a reviewer." Ding Xiaolu said, "But you have to raise some money to buy me some foreign books."

"No problem." I said, "Well, let's consider it a charity competition tonight, and all the winnings will be donated to Ding Xiaolu to buy foreign guns."

We played all night that night.At two o'clock at night, An Jia came and told me to go back.I said don't interrupt, we are discussing art here.Then we told her the resolution and division of labor just now.An Jia was very unhappy when he heard this, and said that he bullied our dialect, good things are not good for him, and bad luck makes him take his turn.I sternly reprimanded An Jia: How can you say that?It is your trust in me and my honor that you send me to be a literati.Among these few people, I am the only one who flatters me. I don't feel relieved to change such an important matter to a novice.

"It's not that I don't want you to be an imperial literati." An Jia said, "The problem is that keeping a dog has to take care of the food, and there is no such thing as ignoring others. Now go and discuss with your superiors. If the superiors agree to take good care of you, you will be given political treatment." Give the house an allowance, I don't care if you are a big teapot."

"Don't we have to make some achievements before others can give us a good face? Or else we can flatter you, what if you seem loyal? Give people time to observe. Just say that you have to feed a dog for a while Only then can you tell whether it is a loyal watchdog or an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf."

"Bitch!" An Jia gave me a white look, "You're a bastard!"

"I'm cheap, what's the matter?" I puffed up my chest, "It's an honor to be cheap! I'm not afraid of being scolded, and I don't have any cheap outsiders. I will be the grandson of my own country!"

"Stop arguing, you two, too." Fatty Wu fought back, "An Jia does have her own problems, and her dialect is also righteous and awe-inspiring."

"You don't know." An Jia cried, "Except for the children, our family can still eat three meals a day. There are five meals left in total. The two of us have to fight. Whoever moves slowly has to resist one meal. I am not against filming. , you should choose a rich one to shoot you? Now it's purely poor."

"What do you mean by that?" I jumped up, "Is there any principle? You will shoot if the Kuomintang gives you money? Do you still talk about the personality and integrity of intellectuals?"

"Both of you are right, and you're both right—I'm wrong, can't I just ignore it?" Fatty Wu said anxiously, "I'm a bastard, I'm not human, and you are all fucking good and honest people who are bullied. "

"I don't think we should let dialects make things difficult for us." Liu Huiyuan said, "Let's draw lots. Whoever grabs something can play with it, and don't fight or hide."

"I agree." Yu Guan and Ding Xiaolu agreed.

So we drew five lots, divided five doctrines and five schools, put them in Liu Huiyuan's hands, shook them, and threw them on the table together.

Everyone started to grab it and opened it in their hands, so the new pattern of the literary world was determined from then on.Fatty Wu and Liu Huiyuan switched. He wrote about rural affairs and Liu Huiyuan wrote about modernism. I took over Yu Guan’s mantle and focused on writing about society.

"It's settled like that, no change is allowed." Liu Huiyuan said, "Everyone go back and share your efforts."

At dawn, a round of red sun rises slowly among the buildings outside the window, and sprinkles the sunlight on the world.We cherish each other, bid farewell to leave, meet to remember this day, and meet again in 20 years.

"It's still here, it's still here, when the time comes, let's stop playing mahjong, and raise our glasses to praise the heroes, singing and laughing around the colorful clouds."

two

Yu Guan was flipping through books such as "Yin and Yang Combination" and "Yin and Yang Fission" by a flatbed cart book stand by the road, when his knees were suddenly pushed hard from behind, and he almost didn't kneel down when he bent his legs , raised his fist in a rage, turned around and looked around: "Grandson..."

"Here and here." Someone reminded him in front of the tip of his nose.

Yu Guan took a closer look, and Ma Qing looked at him with resentment.

"It's you." Yu Guan smiled.

"Don't, don't get close to me." Ma Qing wrinkled his face and shook his hands, staring at Yu Guan and said sadly, "Boys, you are too mean."

"What's the matter?" Yu Guan was puzzled, "I also drink porridge recently, and feel inferior when I see restaurants."

Ma Qing didn't listen to Yu Guan's explanation at all, but just kept staring at Yu Guan and asked repeatedly: "When did you say good things about me, did I forget you? Tell me, did I forget about good things about you?"

"When did something good happen to me?" Yu Guan spread his hands and said, "I have been unlucky for half a year."

"Why didn't you invite me to engage in literature?" Ma Qing said sadly, "Do you look down on me?"

"Cough, this matter." Yu Guanrumeng woke up, "Is this a good thing? This is the first time I've heard someone say that."

"Why can't I be a writer?" Ma Qing insisted, "I'm already sitting on the street, what's the point of sitting at home?"

"I'm afraid of delaying you. If you delay me, you will delay me. You are still young and still have hope. Can't you eat clean rice?"

"I'm not afraid of delays, I just came here because of delays. Who made us friends? How can we just share joys but not share troubles? Life is a lifetime, how can life be sweet if you don't suffer some crimes?"

"If you want to say that," Yu Guan moved, "then I promise you."

Ma Qing smiled immediately, and put his arms around Yu Guan's shoulder affectionately: "If it's you, see me walking into the abyss, can you not come forward? If I can't be saved, at least we can die together."

Yu Guan nodded vigorously again and again, "But I can't count it all if I say it alone, and let others recognize it. We are now equivalent to an organization."

"You're killing me." Ding Xiaolu raised his head from the desk with a haggard face, and said to Guan and Ma Qing, "I've been sitting here for seven days and seven nights without eating or drinking, and I can't even pat a horse's butt. Write it on your hoof, write it on your hoof."

"It seems that it is impossible not to admit that this is a science." Yu Guan sighed and said, "We take ourselves as a writer's request again, and we must not shoot too general or superficial."

"Exactly." Ding Xiaolu stared blankly at the manuscript paper, "That is to say, the title is still the same, and there is not a single word left."

"What title?" Ma Qing leaned over to flip the manuscript paper, and read the title of the novel: ""Extremely Deep", the title is really good, it's a pity not to write the article."

"It's really impossible and I can only publish it like this." Ding Xiaolu said thoughtfully, "Title: "Extremely Deep"; Author: Ding Xiaolu; Brackets: 120 million words are deleted here; Ending: Written in a certain month In the autumn wind and autumn rain fast."

"It can't be done like this." Yu and Ma agreed, "It would be a pity if the name wasn't there."

"Oh, that's right." Yu Guan changed the subject, "We came here to discuss something else with you. Ma Qing wants to join our Writers Association."

"I'm really at a loss." Ma Qing said sincerely, "As long as I can get along, I will never add it. He is five feet tall, who has no shame? I am too ashamed to ask for relief. Here you go."

"I have no objection." Ding Xiaolu said, "Everyone eats when there is a meal, I understand the reason. The problem is whether they agree with the dialect, which I don't know."

"Let's go and talk to them together." Yu Guan said, "Whether these guys are black or not, there is always compassion, right?"

"Can you make an appointment with them? The last time we agreed to meet again in 20 years." Ding Xiaolu said to Ma Qing, "You should come earlier, then we will join the club together. Now I'm afraid they all I am creating separately, afraid of being disturbed and not seeing people."

"Didn't I just hear the news. Yesterday I went to the street to buy two lottery tickets for the on-the-spot draw. I heard the old lady who parked the car yell: 'All the hooligans in the city have changed jobs and become writers!" As soon as he threw it away, he ran away and walked around half of the Beijing city, and found Yu Guan with great difficulty."

"Let's find them for a try." Yu Guan said to Ding Xiaolu, "Fight for it, no matter how busy you are creating, there is still time." He turned to Ma Qing and asked, "Do you have any friendship with Dialect?"

"We were in the same class in kindergarten." Ma Qing said, "We fought all the time."

"It's good to have friendship, then this matter will be much easier to handle."

"Hush—" I pressed my finger on my lips and said to Fatty Wu, "Be quiet, don't let the neighbors hear you."

Me, Fatty Wu, and Liu Huiyuan shuffled the mahjong tiles lightly, stacked the tiles without making a sound, and played the tiles quietly: "Get rich."

"Boom." Someone knocked on the door.

"Pretend you're not at home and ignore him." The three of us played cards in silence.

"Dong dong dong!" The door knocked louder and louder.Ding Xiaolu shouted from outside the door, "Fatty Wu, open the door! I know you are at home."

"Peng—four barrels."

"Eat—big cake."

"And!"

"Fatty Wu, if you can't open the door, I can remove the door panel if you don't - Yu Guan takes the screwdriver."

"No, I have to go and have a look." Fatty Wu couldn't sit still, "Otherwise our house will change the aisle."

"Why is this Ding Xiaolu so annoying?" I was annoyed, "If you don't create at home, what kind of family is it? It's not good if you don't allow it."

"Keep quiet, both of you, I'll go see what's up with her?"

Fatty Wu closed the room door and went out.

"Here we come." Fatty Wu yelled and went to open the door.Said to Ding Xiaolu, "Right thoughts are flowing like a spring, and you interrupted them all."

"Dialect Liu Huiyuan is with you?" Ding Xiaolu led Yu Guan and Ma Qing to rush in.

"Not here." Fatty Wu blocked the door and said, "I have agreed to see you for the rest of my life. You are the only one who doesn't obey the rules. I have seen you eight times this week."

"An Jia can be said to have come to your place." Ding Xiaolu pushed Fatty Wu away, "Get out of the way, let me go in and have a look."

She walked quickly to the closed door where we were hiding.

"Don't go in, the girl in us hasn't put on any clothes yet." Fatty Wu shouted from behind, "Why is this person like this? Just go straight into the bedroom of other gay men."

"Who are you lying to?" Ding Xiaolu pushed the door open, and said to Liu Huiyuan and me who were sitting in the room with a smile, "Okay, send me to the confinement, and you guys will have fun here quietly. .”

"We are doing research work here." I said to Ding Xiaolu solemnly, "Don't think bad about us."

"Yes, I know that you are working without saying that you are doing anything else. You are members of the national mahjong team. If you don't do this, then you are not doing your job properly."

"Ma Qing." We ignored Ding Xiaolu, stood up and shook hands with Ma Qing, "Why do you have time to come here today?"

"Greetings to the masters." Ma Qing fell to the ground and knelt.

"Yo, don't stop, what did you say?" I hurriedly stepped forward to help, "Aren't you forcing me to get down and roll?"

"If you don't agree to me today, I'll knock my brains out on the ground." Ma Qing pointed at his forehead and swore.

"I promise, I promise everything! Even if you tell me to jump off the building immediately, I'm fine with it."

"It's not that serious." Ma Qingke stood up all the time, and said with a smile, "I just want to join your Writers Association, so you agree?"

"Well," I let go of Ma Qing, walked up and down the room, and pressed my cheek with my index finger, "this matter needs to be studied. Do you have any books?"

"Me?" Ma Qing looked around the room, rushed to the bed, bumped his head against the mattress repeatedly, and yelled, "I'm not alive, I'm dead."

"Don't!" I was shocked and took a step forward to hug him, and shouted at Wu Fatty Liu Huiyuan and the others, "Why are you just watching? Hurry up and catch him."

Fatty Wu came up and clamped Ma Qing like a bear breaking a stick.Ma Qing was still jumping, but she really couldn't do it, so she stopped and gasped for breath with her eyes closed in despair, with tears on her cheeks—she glanced at me from time to time.

I stood by the side and bowed and explained: "It's not that we think you are thin and don't want you. We are opening the door. The key is you. You have to think about it. Don't be impulsive. Doing this is to make people point their spines and scold their ancestors." Eight generations."

"I've been in the gang for so many years."

"Yes, we shouldn't suspect you any more. The question is, haven't you been cleared out a long time ago? We're a little uncertain again. Could it be that you have changed?"

"I haven't changed!"

"Then why clear you? It doesn't make sense logically?"

"This is purely a fucking misunderstanding. Of course, there is another reason, that is, there are so many capable people. Compared with those newcomers, we old comrades are all born."

"Okay." I looked at Liu and Wu, and expressed my opinion, "If you are still the same, then we will be rich and rich - we will take you as our teacher."

Fatty Wu let go of Ma Qing, Ma Qing smiled and said to us with all his heart:
"I have one good thing about me: I don't like bragging, and I specialize in practical things. As long as you trust me, I'll let you take advantage of it."

"You are an old hand."

"Let's do it." Fatty Wu said, "You can give our brothers a meal first."

"What is this? This is the lowest level of requirements. I'll tell you, within three months, I'll make you faint and vomit every time you see a meal. Within three months, I'll make you all cry when you see a girl." Girl run away."

"Okay." Everyone said with a smile, "This time it's the right person, we'll wait."

"I'll also tell you," Ma Qing said proudly, "you don't need to worry about any other matters, you just concentrate on creating. If you write a good work, it doesn't matter if you can't write it. We will still be famous and respected by others. I love it, this is called a bachelor running the world, an empty-handed white wolf!"

"Then you rush out today's lunch for us first." Liu Huiyuan said.

The vermilion palace wall with thick and strong yellow glazed tile roof.Inside the wall is the royal garden with severe weather, outside the wall is the noisy and lively hawker market, and not far away is the bustling commercial street full of traffic and crowds.

On the steps of a thrift store, a group of idlers with their headbands, trousers, and leather shoes stood there with their hands in their pockets, looking around. Ma Qing and Yu Guan were also mixed in with the same costumes and expressions.

Men, women and children came over, and the group went up to meet each other, and asked secretively in a low voice:
"Is there Miko?"

"Is there a day?"

"Is there a port?"

Ma Qing and Yu Guan asked: "Anyone invite writers to dinner?"

"No!" A fashionable girl froze for a moment, then left in a daze.

"Just invited." An old gentleman replied politely, "I just want to invite myself to dinner at the moment."

"Just invited." A decent young man also replied, "If you have singers and movie stars in your hands, I'd like to invite you again."

"It seems that all the writers in the city, except our group, have already split up." Yu Guan said.

"I don't think it's a problem to wait so long." Ma Qing racked his brains and said, "We have to change the method——Yes!" G.

"Is it appropriate?" Yu Guan disagreed.

"Things have to be like this now." Ma Qing pulled Yu Guan away, "Come on, let's choose a place with a lot of people."

The two crossed a street and came to the busiest intersection, Yu Guan walked into the crowd, Ma Qing silently recited the words, raised his face and opened his voice and shouted:
"Take a look, take a look, it doesn't cost much, and it's a lot of fun - 20 yuan to invite five writers to dinner! There are not many places, so hurry up if you want to buy."

Yu Guan rushed out from the crowd, pretending to be impatient, shouting as he ran, "Give me five, give me five!"

"This comrade wants five, is there any more? This is a rare opportunity, until sold out!" Ma Qing shouted hoarsely to the pedestrians who stopped to watch.

"It's not expensive." Yu Guan also said to the crowd next to him, "Four dollars for a better floral cloth can't be pulled by a meter."

"That's right." The two middle-aged men said, "We don't have a lot of food, so we can have [-] Liang dumplings and some cold dishes and beer." Then he yelled at Ma Qing, "We just got together voluntarily, five people in a group of five people A group."

The male and female idlers standing around Ma Qing took out their membership cards of the Writers Association and automatically lined up according to the different branches they belonged to, standing calmly and patiently.

Ma Qing ran away.

Yu Guan found Ma Qing who was hiding in a secluded alley and complained:

"You ran so fast that my clothes were torn and my face was scratched. I almost died. Fortunately, the police from the police station came in time and snatched me out."

"It's not good to be a teacher, it's not good to be a teacher." Ma Qing poked his head around the front and back alleys, and saw that there were indeed no writers chasing him, so he was relieved, and said to Guan, "Who would have thought that all the writers are out of the street today."

Yu Guan touched the blood on his face, took a deep breath, looked at the blood on his hand and said:
"National Chaos Thinking of a Good General, if Yang Zhong is here, how can I be tortured like this."

"If Yang Chong was here, I wouldn't be so helpless." Ma Qing also sighed, "Where did he go? He can't be found anywhere like a yellow crane."

"Maybe he's thinking about us somewhere." Yu Guan said, "What's the matter? Should we stop here or make another plan?"

"Let's make another plan." Ma Qing said, "This time we failed because we didn't choose a good place here, and we fell into the den of writers. Let's go to Xidan. I still sell it like this. You pretend to be a businessman to ban me, and you will be cheap on the spot." Sell ​​it, let's raise the price to forty."

"Have you nothing aboveboard except these bad tricks?"

"What you do is to cheat food and drink. Your labor is upright and you are not afraid of retribution?"

"If there are writers, painters, journalists and directors, I'll buy it—" With a long shout, a dull old hat with a bag on his shoulder came knocking on his clapper, shouting and asking.

"These are all writers, very famous writers." Ma Qing introduced us one by one to that old hat, and at the same time said to us in a low voice, "I'm really sorry guys, we really don't have time for lunch and dinner, guys Deal with eating some supper, starting tomorrow, tomorrow we will have three meals a day."

"I tell you that we have waited for you all day and resisted for a whole day." I said to Ma Qing, "Don't ask for chicken, duck and fish meat. This supper must fill us up."

"No problem, is one catty of fried pimples enough for one person?"

"It's almost like asking the cook to add more salt."

"Put more salt on fried lumps per person!" Ma Qing yelled into the kitchen, reaching out to take a rag from the waitress who was so dirty that she could stand up, and sweeping up the mountains and rivers on the table. , "You talk about it, talk about it, and tell what's on your mind."

"What are you guys doing here?" Old Mao'er tentatively hesitated.

"Writer," I said.

"Oh." Old Mao opened his mouth stupidly, "Writer, you have to remember this, or you will be regarded as robbers again in a blink of an eye."

"We are all very noble." I said to the old hat, "Usually we never eat with others. It is really a face to you that you can come today and come together."

"That's it, that's it, I understand the truth, so you all eat your own food, are you usually busy?"

"Busy!" I said, "I go to bed in the middle of the night every day, so I'm creating."

"What have you guys written?"

"You don't even know." I stared at the exit of the kitchen, drumming in my stomach, and tapped my fingers, "I can't let you see it. We all write it for people in the circle."

"It's bad if I let you see it. What I let you see is all ordinary." The others are also in the same posture as me, absent-minded and angry, except Ding Xiaolu who is more introverted.

"What do you do?" Fatty Wu slammed his chopsticks and asked the old hat, "It's been a long time since we asked you and we haven't asked you yet."

"As for me, I do everything. Today I sell 'Slimming Spirit' and tomorrow I sell 'Fat Fast', and sometimes I sell both at the same time."

"Did anyone fall for it?"

"So many, I can't even count them."

"Come on tomorrow, we will publicize it for you, and more people will be fooled."

"That's right, that's why I invited everyone to dinner today. You are all experts. Compared with your skills, my skills are nothing compared to yours. I've heard that I haven't seen it before, but now I'm convinced."

"It's not easy for us." Fatty Wu said squinting, "Do you think that making up nonsense can be done by one person? Can you be so proficient and not reveal your flaws?"

"Yes, yes, I know, this also needs to be practiced, and it needs to be cultivated a little bit. It is easy to learn well, and it is difficult to learn badly. It is not enough to be thick-faced and not dark-hearted. It takes a hundred years to grow a tree and ten years to cultivate a person."

"Is it not easy for you to sell fake medicine?" Liu Huiyuan asked.

"It's not easy." Old Mao'er said with deep emotion, "It's harder than you guys to say it. You're talking about going out and there is still a market, and our reputation has been ruined, so we have to cooperate with you. Some of you believe it."

"So we cherish it very much."

"You have to cherish it," said the old hat. "If people recognize a liar in the open, then there is no way to deceive them. For example, if anyone who sees me knows that I am a liar, who should I lie to? If you don't pay attention You have to be lied to.”

The old hat looked at us frankly: "I can't do my job, so I just have to be careful not to be deceived by others."

"It's really not easy." All of us sighed, "Why don't you say that you can't do two things with one mind."

"I don't mean to be side-by-side at all."

"It's okay, it's okay." We said in a hurry, "We don't care if you really hit us around."

"Why is the food served so slowly?" Fatty Wu shouted, "The restaurant is starving to death!"

"Here we come." The proprietress rushed over upon hearing the sound, "Wait a moment, I'll be here soon, there are too many lumps, and I need to fry them for a while."

"It's not that you look down on people, is it?" Fatty Wu pointed at the old hat and lost his temper, "Our gentleman is rich, so I don't care if I give you twice as much food." Then he flipped through the old hat's bag, "Put Give her all the money, what's the matter?"

"Don't, don't." Old Mao'er begged, clutching his bag, "Let's wait a little longer, I don't think it's slow."

"You really need to hurry up." I said, "It's full of writers here, it's not easy to come and eat once, I really lost my temper and smashed your restaurant, and no one will take care of you wherever you sue."

"Who is your boss?" Fatty Wu refused to let go, "Tell him to come out and go to the police station together. I still don't believe it, and I will publish the newspaper for you tomorrow. The headline news: A group of famous writers starved to death in a certain restaurant."

"I am the boss," said the proprietress.

"Then take you to the police station!" Fatty Wu slapped the table and yelled, "Dialect Liu Huiyuan, you two first take her by the head."

"What's the trouble, what's the trouble?" Following a series of impatient questions, two policemen walked in, shaking their batons, "Who wants to go to the police station? Let's go together."

"What are you making a fuss about, what are you making a fuss about?" I stood up and pointed at the old hat and said to the policeman, "He wants to go to the police station."

"In the past, I always thought I was a hooligan." A man who had been sitting at the side of the meal and watched the whole process said to his girlfriend, "I see a real hooligan today."

In the middle of the night, a group of us were released by the police station. We went back to Fatty Wu’s house angrily, moved chairs and spread blankets, sat around a square table, poured out a box of mahjong, and stacked the cards with all our hands.

"I don't think you need to be in a hurry to play mahjong." Ding Xiaolu, who was sitting on the sofa beside him, said, "Let's sum up the work of the previous period."

"It's time to sum it up—seven, seven pairs." I leaned over to grab the cards and asked, "Has Ma Qing come—Dongfeng."

"Here we come." Ma Qing stood up from the corner ashamedly.

"Look what you're doing? It's a fucking disgrace—eat, red—will you do it again?"

"No, no, I won't do that next time, I'll do something else next time."

"I don't think Ma Qing can be used anymore." Ding Xiaolu said bluntly to me, "He's always used the Eighth Route Army's tricks of fighting devils, lures, annihilates, disguises and surprise attacks.

"That's right, you have to criticize severely. What kind of style is it? You'll have to change it next time—[-], I'll feed you a piece of incense."

"It's always bad for Eighth Road to work." Liu Huiyuan looked at his cards and said to himself, "Now Eighth Road is hiding a knife in a joke against the devils—[-], whoever wants to eat it."

"Touch!" I pushed down the two "[-]" cards in front of me, rolled up my arms and sleeves and stretched out my hands to intimidate the banker. "The 'raise' campaign will start immediately."

"I'm also going to start the 'lift' campaign." Fatty Wu also said with a smile on his face.

"Then I'm going to 'promote' everyone." As the banker, Yu Guan said with a smile.

"I'm leaving." Ding Xiaolu stood up and said, "You guys play."

"Hey, don't go." I was lucky enough to pick up a card, glanced at it, and played it.Turning around, I said to Ding Xiaolu, "Mistakes at work are inevitable. Didn't I already criticize Ma Qing? He also promised to change, or you criticize him again, and everyone criticizes him again."

"Ma Qing, you are so wrong." Liu Huiyuan played a card and looked at Shang Xiajia and said, "Go with you—how can you not feel sad at all? At least there should be a way to say that even comrades with red eyes can forgive you .”

"Look at our Ding Xiaolu, hey, the dealer will play 'Chong' when he 'listens'." Fatty Wu looked at him hesitantly, not sure which card to play, and said to Yu Guan, "Hurry up and apologize to others. , Said 'I'm sorry for you, I feel ashamed and dare not dare again'."

"I'm sorry for you, I'm ashamed—I dare not again."

"You don't have to be sorry and I don't have to be ashamed—go ahead and dare."

"The collective is responsible for the collective." Liu Huiyuan said, "Anyway, there are no outsiders, and we are sorry for each other."

"No, no, it's better to be serious, we are not responsible, Ma Qing alone is nothing - change 'listen' and put 'chong', remember my words." I said to Liu Huiyuan with a smile.

"I'm leaving." Ding Xiaolu stood up, "I'm really leaving."

"Don't go, don't go, don't go." Everyone sat and looked at their cards and tried to persuade them to stay.

Ding Xiaolu went out of the house, opened the door, and went back to his own home.

"It's not good, it's not good." Everyone murmured and continued to concentrate on playing cards.I stretched my neck and looked at the cards on my face and said in disbelief.

"Why can't you mention it? I'm familiar with Zhang Er."

"The one who wins is the familiar Zhanger." Yu Guan smiled and pushed down the cards, picked up the "four of a kind" I just played and put them on his pile of "notes".

"Fuck, I've been 'listening' for a long time, but I just can't get on Zhang'er."

"I've been 'listening' for a long time, and cut the list of 'five items', the 'listening' is too narrow."

"I shouldn't change 'listen', insist on reversing 'seven' and '[-]' or 'and' sooner."

Everyone discussed the game of cards, and they reached out to shuffle the cards together in a "crash".

"Ma Qing, do you want to play?" Yu Guan turned around and said to Ma Qing who was sitting smoking a cigarette, "I'll change you if you play - I don't want to play anymore."

"Don't, don't, don't go." We pulled Yu Guan together, "I just got addicted and can't go, it's only two o'clock, it's early, Ma Qing can add 'pounds' if he wants to play."

"Don't worry about Ding Xiaolu, she's fine, she's also a bear - put your claws and forget it. How many years have we been? I know better than you."

"It's not because of Ding Xiaolu. I'm really sleepy. I haven't closed my eyes since I told you to buckle here. Let Ma Qing go, the same."

Yu Guan stood up and offered his seat to Ma Qing, the three of us looked at him and said:

"No energy, you are boring."

"Even if I'm bored," Yu Guan said with a smile, "you just let me be bored for a while."

Yu Guan left, and the four of us continued to play until dawn.When I came out of Fatty Wu's house, I saw nothing.I said to Ma Qing: "Go, go to the street, don't make a show and don't come back to see me!"

three

"Hey, come here." Ma Qing leaned on the blue and white iron fence by the side of the road, and waved to two young girls who passed by him, "I'll talk to you."

"What are you talking to me about?" the girl with a paler face stopped, hesitantly came with her companion, and asked cautiously.

"I really want to help you—see you." Ma Qing said sincerely.

"Help me what?" The white-faced girl looked down at her "salted vegetable skirt" unconfidently, touched the skirt buttons on her waist, and turned her face to take a picture of herself on the large glass with solar film in a high-end restaurant nearby. "I'm fine."

"You're not good, I know that." Ma Qing said, "You look like a superior product on the surface, but you are actually very distressed and dissatisfied with yourself."

"No." The white-faced girl said, "Not only am I very satisfied with myself on the surface, but I am also very satisfied with myself in my heart. It's not bad to mix it up like this."

"Okay, even if I was wrong, everything is fine with you, but don't you want to make it better? It's the icing on the cake as the saying goes."

"I don't want to." The girl also said very honestly and frankly.

"Honesty." Ma Qing praised enthusiastically, "I can see that you have many virtues. Apart from sincerity, you are also kind. You help the poor, the poor, the old and the young, and you don't want to see others suffer."

"Yes, I am like this, this time I will let you talk."

"A Bodhisattva with a heart of a chivalrous woman and a virgin with a strong heart."

"That's right." The girl nodded again and again, "The more you say it, the more it looks like it."

"Why don't I ask Shan to stop you among all the strange beings on the street? I know that you are a good person. Although I have no tomorrow, I will never agree when I see others suffering! Just say what you like, as long as I have..."

"No, no, this is just a quick word. Generally speaking, I agree."

"One must have ambition and pursuit in life." Ma Qing gently reprimanded the white-faced girl, "I'm not criticizing you, how can a person live for himself to eat and dress well? You have to let others eat, dress and dress well as everyone says Food and clothing are the end of the story.”

"Then why do 'others' have to be 'let' by others to eat well and dress well? Can't you get along with yourself?"

"You let me down so much. It seems that your heart is not as beautiful as your appearance. In my eyes, you are ugly—you are not as good as her." Ma Qing turned and pointed at the black-faced girl next to the white-faced girl, "Don't Seeing that she looks shabby, she looks a bit shabby, but her heart must be more beautiful than yours—I ask you, do you have the heart to see others suffering, such as me?"

"I can bear it!" The black-faced girl glared at Ma Qing and said, "Not only can I bear it, but I also gloat!"

"But I can't bear it!" Ma Qing said quickly, "It breaks my heart to see your souls are guilty. So I said I want to help you, but you still think there is nothing to help you. Let's make an exchange, Don’t suffer anyone, I will save your soul and you will protect my body, do your best, no matter how hard you try.”

"I think we should just wait and see who dies faster." The black girl grabbed the white girl, and they left hand in hand. The black girl also said to the white girl:
"I told you earlier, if someone on the street calls you with enthusiasm and sincerity, don't stop talking to him. They are definitely trying to harm you and take away something from you."

"You guys just sit there and wait for your death to regret it!" Ma Qing shouted after the girls, "The superfluous stuff of the beat generation of selfish people!"

The girls turned the corner and disappeared. Ma Qing turned around and walked back, still angrily muttering:

"How can you expect you to stand up and blow up the bunker and block the bullet hole with your life in this state, leaving us to live a happy life."

"I love you deeply, this amorous land..."

Ma Qing chanted, with his hands in his trouser pockets, shuffling aimlessly on the street.Walking against the tidal flow of people without hesitation, the direction, gait, and rhythm are in stark contrast to the crowd rushing around him.It's still those shops and houses, it's still those vehicles and crowds, it's still those decoration advertisements, it's still those colors, shapes, air smells, manners, manners, accents and voices.Ma Qing's singing turned into a sharp and loud whistle, and he still played the song, with the same melody repeated over and over again.People poured in from all kinds of shops of different shapes and colors, talking loudly and whispering, Ma Qing looming in the crowd, whistle intermittently in the sound of the city.

In a high-end craft antique shop at the other end of the same street, Yang Zhongyou, with a powder-faced suit and leather shoes and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, is politely leading a heavyweight old woman with jewels and ten fingers wearing diamond rings, her head and face emerald agate Walking through the assortment of gold, silver and jade wares piled up like a mountain, precious stamped stone ivory carved carpet porcelain vases, looking at a thing from time to time and savoring it.

"What do you think of this carpet? It's made of silk. The more you wear it, the more it looks newer. The more you step on it, the thicker it is. It's only the size of a palm, and it's three thousand."

"It's cheap." The old lady said with a contemptuous glance, "Last time I bought a tweed handkerchief for eight thousand."

"How about this big vase?" Yang Zhong pointed to a large ancient children's porcelain vase that was taller than him and painted on it with a size of a battalion, and said, "Twelve thousand."

"It's cheap," said the old lady. "Last time I bought a pottery chamber pot for thirteen thousand."

"Look at the more than 100 catties of chicken blood stones, thirty thousand."

"I like it, but it's too cheap."

"It doesn't matter, as long as you like, we can bargain with them." Yang Zhong turned around and waved to the guy who stood by with his hands down.The buddy hurriedly came up with small steps with a smile on his face.

"How much do you sell this chicken blood stone for?"

"Thirty thousand." The man pointed to the label, "It's marked on it."

"It's too cheap, can you give it a price increase?"

"This is not allowed." The clerk said humbly, "This is a national business, and the prices must be raised together. Five elements and eight small grocery stores for vegetables and non-staple foods-unit price increases are not allowed."

"But yours is too cheap, it's not worth our money back." Yang Zhong said to the man, "Let's discuss it carefully. If you are more expensive, we will buy you a few more. Well, if you are really embarrassed, we will buy you a few more." Less increase, [-]! How about [-]? At least a [-]% increase, right?"

"One hundred percent is not enough." The old lady said, "It must be two hundred percent. I bought such a heavy thing for only [-] yuan, and my husband should complain that I don't know how to buy things."

"[-], then." Yang Zhong and his buddy said, "Or [-]? It can't be lower."

"I really can't decide this, I can only sell it for [-] yuan."

"Forget it." The old lady said, "Since he refuses to raise the price, we don't want to buy it."

"This official and businessman's style is domineering, and he refuses to pay back any price." Yang Chong said to the waiter, "If you do business like this, the business will not go well."

"If you have money in your hands, you can't spend it." The old lady babbled as she walked out the door with Yang Zhong's support, "If you can't spend the money and keep raising the interest, isn't this forcing me to throw RMB into my hands? "

"That's right, it's intentional to deceive people, so I can't help but have an opinion."

Yang Zhong sent the old lady out of the antique shop, raised his hand and called, "Three rounds."

A three-wheeled car drove by, Yang Zhong put his hands on the old lady's waist, gritted his teeth and said with force: "Get up!" and pushed the old lady firmly into the car seat.Said to the tricycle driver: "Don't be embarrassed to ask for money, you will be sorry to this lady for a thousand dollars."

"But is there no place with a reasonable price in Beijing?" The old lady complained on the tricycle, "I didn't spend a single penny on the street."

"I'll ask you more carefully." Yang Zhong saluted the old lady on the side of the road, "I heard that the government is going to take measures. There is hope."

The old lady walked away in a three-wheeler.

Yang Zhong looked at his watch, turned around and hurried away in another direction.As he walked, he took off his glasses and put them in his pocket, buttoned up his shirt collar and took out a bright red tie to tie it on in a fancy way. He fumbled in his pockets all over his body, and finally found a crumpled red flower and pinned it on his chest.

At this time, he had already arrived at the gate of a gaudy restaurant.A group of gaudy brides and grooms stood at the gate of the restaurant.One of the particularly gaudy old girls was already very anxious. When she saw Yang Zhong, she immediately raised her eyebrows and asked in a voice that even Liu Bingyi paled in comparison:
"Why did you come? Didn't the contract stipulate that you have to arrive at the wedding venue 15 minutes in advance?"

"You deduct 15.00% from me." Yang Zhong said out of breath, without bothering to explain, he immediately stood at the work position next to the bride and began to work hard - the bride's first girlfriend had already arrived.

Together with other brides and grooms at the gate of the restaurant, they greeted their relatives and friends who came to the banquet.

"Congratulations."

"Happy together."

A smile full of hospitality and joy.

"I love you deeply, this amorous land..."

Ma Qing hummed a little tune and walked to the entrance of the restaurant, walked over and turned back, saw Yang Zhong on the steps, seemed familiar but did not dare to recognize him, looked and judged and thought about the worst place for a long time and still couldn't believe it.

Yang Zhong took the bride and turned around. The bride's hand found Yang Zhong's hand from behind and pulled her around her waist—Yang Zhong had enough hands to barely hug the bride's waist.The two entered the restaurant together.

Ma Qing jumped off the railing, ran to the window facing the street of the restaurant, and looked inside.I saw Yang Zhong sitting among several tables of old girls, smiling gracefully, drinking one cup after another.Everyone booed, the bride quickly kissed Yang Zhong on the face quite generously...

In the photo studio of the photo studio, Yang Zhong, with a blush on his face, is standing in front of the trolley camera with the bride in a white gauze dress holding a bouquet of plastic flowers. The background is the sea, mountains and white clouds. There are flowers on the mountains and waves in the sea. A row of lights on each side grilled them.

"Put two more bricks for the lesbians." The photographer came out from the black cloth cover behind the camera and directed.The bride smiled charmingly.

"Gay heads lean toward lesbians, eyes wide open—keep your eyes wide open without opening your mouth wide."

"I can't open it anymore, what I have are Danfeng eyes."

"Danfengyan is just Danfengyan." The photographer muttered, hung up the negative board, held up the shutter and said, "It's taken, smile, smile a little bit."

"Crack" pressed the shutter, "Oh—" everyone coaxed.

The bride, La Yangzhong, came to the middle of the arena, waltzing happily, and the two of them opened left and right like two big petals, smiling sideways at the camera.

"Oh—" coax again.

"If I add another 15.00% to you," the bride continued to say, "would you like to add another service item—bridal chamber?"

"We sell our art, not our body." Yang Zhong declared solemnly.

"terrifying!"

In the tavern, Ma Qing said to Yang Zhong who was sitting opposite him exhaustedly: "To be honest, I didn't expect you to degenerate to such a degree. How can a person do this? Even if you don't seek merit, you must hope for nothing, right? What will people think of our new generation of young people?"

"Don't criticize me, you are also a crow that landed on a pig, just seeing that I am black."

"Don't be alone." Ma Qingyu said earnestly, "Let's hang out together. There are many people and strength, and you dare to teach the sun and the moon to change into a new sky. People are as good as Taishan, grasshoppers, and four taels of meat, one radish Why can't we start from nothing..."

"..."

"We all miss you and need you very much." Ma Qing stared at Yang Zhong and said.

Yang Zhong still didn't say anything, just kept rubbing his hands on the half of the face that had been slapped by the bride.

Ma Qing sighed: "Oh——I know you are sad, and you don't want to deal with that Baokang person anymore. But the question is, how can there be a clean person in the world? You can find me a reputable, clean and flawless person who is really worthy of our service. Come with you! I’ll go to you! —— Dialects are good in comparison, at least they admit that they are hooligans, except for playing mahjong and doing nothing else. No corruption, no bribery, no forcing everyone to learn this and that It's - it's easy to cooperate."

"Do you want to be a writer or are you determined to be a mahjong player?"

"Of course I'm a writer." I said sternly to An Jia, "Professional writers are amateur mahjong players, don't you understand?"

"I don't understand. Did you ever write a word and beat the mahjong to the ground?"

"You really don't understand. I'm not playing mahjong. I'm thinking about novels while playing mahjong. No, the ideas for eight novels have come out, and they will be launched at the same time after a few days of gestation."

"You don't want to write eight novels, you first get a miniature novel - really write it out and show me."

"Is it short-term behavior? Is it eager for quick success?"

"Dialect!" Someone shouted downstairs, "Dialect!"

I stopped bickering with An Jia, walked up to the balcony and looked down, and saw Wu fat man Ma Qing and Yang Zhong downstairs with his face upturned.

"Come down," Fatty Wu said, "for a meeting."

I went back to the house and said to An Jia: "Look, you don't blame me, do you? If you want to be lonely, the environment doesn't allow it."

As soon as I entered Fatty Wu's house, I was the first to get the mahjong box.

"Don't be in a hurry." Fatty Wu said, "Let's talk about something serious first."

"Okay, let's be serious." I hugged the mahjong box to my chest, "What's serious?"

"Yang Zhong is going to join us." Ma Qing said.

"Come on," I said, "and we'll have two tables with another one."

"He has some ideas and stirs up our affairs." Ma Qing turned to Yang Zhong, "Say it yourself, I can't learn well."

"Let me ask a question first." Yang Zhong looked at me, and then at the mahjong in my arms, "Do you guys really want to start a career or just play tricks? Nothing else, just to master this Proper. There is a way of doing business, and there is a way of making trouble.”

"If you don't call the gutter a gutter, you call it a tunnel—of course it's a business."

"No, let me explain here." Yu Guan interjected, "Yang Zhong and we are very good friends, there is no need to hide what we have to say."

"It's really a career." I looked at Liu Huiyuan and Fatty Wu, "I can't mess around like this anymore."

"I really want to do business." The two of them said together, "I don't want to mess around anymore."

"Shouldn't we and my buddies stop pretending and keep our energy to attack outsiders?" Ma Qing said, looking at me sincerely.

"Okay, then let's open the skylight and speak honestly." I looked at Yang Zhong with great sincerity, "We're just joking."

"You find someone else to do your business." Yang Zhong said, "Leave the booing to me, and I promise to return it to you."

"Then coax, the bigger the coax, the better."

"That's what I think." Yang Zhong said in a serious manner, "Since we are booing, we have to act like a booing, and be professional. If we should set up an organization, we should engrave the official seal. If one person comes with a small certificate, One person comes to make a small business card, one person comes to wear new clothes, wherever one stops, the ID card is handed over as soon as the business card is taken out, there is a photo of standing, and a photo of sitting, anyway, it looks like the same thing.”

"Agreed, let's do it."

"Yang Zhong knows a lot of people who threw RMB into their hands." Ma Qing said, "I was so anxious that I cried, wishing I could tear up all the money overnight."

"Okay, he can't spend alone, let's help him spend. Everyone here has very good basic skills in this regard."

"But there is one thing." Yang Zhong said, "People throw money to be heard. You have to have a good name, and you don't care how much you spend. You have to spend it reasonably."

"Sponsoring an artist is not good enough and there are not enough reasons? We have an organization and a certificate. Can you trust me or our organization?"

"This is the reason, so the establishment of an organization is the most important thing." Yang Zhong said, "Besides, we need to have extensive contact with the literary and art circles. It is best to have a place for activities. Everyone can eat, drink, and chop there. , talk about art, and exchange creative information.”

"Then set up a salon and buy some sets of tables and chairs and a few catties of tea."

"That's what I mean too. If you don't mind, I'll start working on it right away." Yang Zhong said, "I've taken a good look at the land. There is a small kitchen in our neighborhood, which is permanently built with cement on top. The floor is one brick to the bottom, and the floor is wide enough. It can fit a dozen people standing up."

"It's better to find some more beautiful girls." Fatty Wu said, "to entertain everyone."

"That is essential." Yang Zhong said, "I have already taken this into consideration."

"Yang Zhong and I have already started working on these matters, and we have entered into specific arrangements." Ma Qing said.

"The old team of Three T Company is excellent." I boasted, "You have all done what we dreamed of and done seriously."

"Let's set up an organization and apply for a business license, can it be approved?" Liu Huiyuan asked, "Is there anyone in your industry and commerce bureau?"

"That's easy." Yang Zhong replied, "Three T Company used to have a license, but now that a new organization is established, there is no need to obtain a new license. Just go to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau to change the license and change the name."

"By the way," I said, "we're starting a new organization, what are you going to call it?"

"Come up with a name for the bird." Fatty Wu said, "Be more unique, like a bald eagle albatross or something."

"Birds are not good. I want to name them beasts. We all belong to beasts." I said.

"Badger?" Yu Guan said, "How about a badger? Or a lynx?"

"It's better not to look for animals that are too familiar." Yang Zhong said, "The habits of animals that are too familiar are widely known, and it is easy for people to equate our actions with that animal to draw meaning."

"I think we're going to find a nondescript animal. It's hard to tell if it's not a donkey or a horse." Liu Huiyuan said, "Seahorse! How about a seahorse? It has a name for a horse, but it never swims in secret. Let's go."

"Just the seahorse." I said, "very good, 'Seahorse Creation Center'."

"Hippocampus, hippocampus." Everyone said together, "It's the seahorse."

At this time, Ding Xiaolu opened the door and came in, seeing a room full of people turning around to leave.

"Come back, come back." Fatty Wu called, "You don't have to hurry back to the team, we already have an organization and a program here."

"What a mess." Ding Xiaolu saw Yang Zhong and said with a smile, "Yang Zhong, you're here too? I always thought you were a good person."

"I'll learn from them to be bad." Yang Zhong said, "Don't let a few teachers die."

"Who's learning from whom?" our gang laughed. "We all learned from you badly--it was good."

"Speak seriously, let's talk seriously." Ma Qing yelled, "Let's talk later."

"It's just that Ding Xiaolu is not serious, he will disturb you as soon as he comes in." Everyone turned back, "Let's continue talking about us."

"Sit down and listen too." Yu Guanlatin Xiaolu said, "Don't rush away—you'll be fine when you go back."

"Like you guys!"

"Anything else needs to be discussed by everyone. Ma Qing and I didn't dare to decide." Yang Zhong said.

"It seems real." Ding Xiaolu smiled, "What serious business can you have?"

"Don't bother me." I stopped Ding Xiaolu, and asked Yang Zhong to listen to him, "What's the matter?"

"When Ma Qing and I came here, we saw a post on a telephone pole at the intersection of Lishi Road." Yang Chong said, "It said that there is a magazine that can't continue to run, and it's hiring contractors. I don't care what it is, as long as it makes money."

"We wanted to expose it." Ma Qing added, "At that time, we thought, since we are engaged in literature, wouldn't it be nice to have a magazine in our hands? We were also afraid that my brothers would find it tiring to run a magazine. You are writers, so you have to have a manuscript You write, and I think I should discuss it with you when I come back."

"How many of us brothers have to write this magazine to take over the manuscript?" I looked at Liu Huiyuan and Wu Fatty, and they looked at me in dismay.

"Is it difficult?" Yang Zhong looked at me puzzled, "Isn't writing a novel just stringing together Chinese characters? If I'm okay, I'll write it too."

"Yes, you are right." I said, "Then expose it, and expose the list."

"If you can't publish calligraphy books, can you also publish comic strips?" Yu Guan said, "Don't be afraid."

"Then we have to leave immediately." Yang Zhong called Ma Qing to stand up, "Don't let anyone get there first. Go quickly." Everyone sent them off together.

Ding Xiaolu laughed at the side, watching us all laughing, I blushed and said to her embarrassingly:

"It feels a bit like today in history, doesn't it?"

"A little bit." Ding Xiaolu said with a smile.

four

The little kitchen was indeed a very respectable little kitchen, one of the best little kitchens in the city.We were so excited the first time we went because you never know who you're going to meet there.

We got hailstones on the way to the kitchenette.

When we went out, the weather was fine, there was an evening wind blowing on the ground, and there was a sunset glow in the sky. No one thought that there would be any accidents in the middle.

It was still a fine day as we huddled in the bus, surrounded by men, women and children who clung to each other and reeked of sweat.Then, watching the sky quickly become overcast, clusters of dark clouds galloped past the tops of tall buildings low and mighty.Everyone said: "It's really cool, it's really cool, let it rain soon, or the wheat will die of drought."

We were still optimistic when we got off the bus. Although the street was full of blood and pedestrians were running around, we still thought it was just a rain that could wet the ground.Fatty Wu also looked up to the sky and called: "Let the storm come quickly!"

As soon as the words fell, the first batch of hailstones fell in unison. When I turned around and wanted to go back to the bus, the car had already left.

Running forward, there was a row of shops in front of us, but when we got there, the shops were crowded with Chinese people inside and out, and dogs couldn't get in.During this period, the hailstones did not stop at all and became denser and denser, and white flowers on the road were jumping and splashing in all directions.In the end, we were so panicked that we really had nowhere to go, so we simply stopped, blushing and yelling thickly, "You smashed us to death!"

The kind-hearted aunt came to persuade us against the hailstorm: "Let's avoid it."

"No!" We said angrily, "Let it hit us. If it doesn't kill us today, we will never end with it!"

When we finally walked into the salon-shaped small kitchen, we looked so tragic that even Ma Qing didn't recognize us, and shouted at us, "Where are you from?"

"You don't even recognize us?" Liu Huiyuan, who was the toughest, managed to squeeze out the words, and sat down on the person next to him.Three people who were sitting and chopping were squeezed away by us.

"Don't go, don't go, sit together, one person and half pull." I said to the person who was pushed away by me with regret.

"What's going on, what's going on?" Ma Qing recognized us, and Yang Zhongyu Guan also hurriedly squeezed out from the crowd, grabbed my shoulder and asked me under my chin, "Who beat you?"

I shook my head drowsily toward the street.

The three of them rushed out immediately, and came back cursing after a while: "Is there no one?"

"They're all guerrillas, so run away before the fight is over." A girl said angrily.

"Find out which part is active in this area." Yu Guan said to Yang Zhong, "Ambush our buddies, it's still worth it, and the common people are not sure how they will be beaten by them?"

"Didn't run away, it must be the bastard." The girl said again.He looked down and asked me, "How are you? Would you like some cocktails?"

"Very necessary."

"This is Meiping." Ma Qing introduced me from the side.

"Who is Meiping? I just heard that there is Meiling." I took a cup of colorful liquid, took a sip, and spit it out, "Why does this smell like an advertisement?"

Ma Qing hurriedly rushed forward to cover my mouth, "Keep your voice down." Said to Mei Ping, "Change his cup without any color—oh, by the way, you haven't seen Mei Ping, she is new to our team Damn, I used to be very familiar with our Three-T Company."

Yang Zhong came in from the outside, with a peaceful face, and said to the audience: "Ask clearly, it was not beaten by someone, it was hit by hail."

"If the sky beats us up, then there's nothing we can do." Yu Guan said, "Who can control the sky?"

"How did you guys get so familiar with Zhang'er?" I took a glass of colorless and transparent water from Meiping again, glanced at her and said, "How dare we set up an organization and just solve your problems for you?"

"Why does this person talk like that?" Meiping looked at Yu Guan innocently, "Why is what you said different from what I thought?"

"I just got hit by hailstones, talking nonsense." Yu Guan comforted Mei Ping, "It's not like this usually—it's not like this all the time."

"I still think this is a bit rushed." Mei Ping turned and walked away.

"Where is Ding Xiaolu? Where is Ding Xiaolu?" Following a series of questions, a woman with a big face holding a glass of colored water rushed over.

"Ding Xiaolu didn't come." Yu Guan said.Introduce to us: "Reporter from Wencai Daily."

"Then where is Liu Huiyuan, where is Liu Huiyuan?" The big-faced woman didn't look at us, but kept entangled in watching.

"Liu Huiyuan is behind your butt." Yu Guan pointed to the drowsy Liu Huiyuan and showed it to the lady.

"Great, it's a pleasure to meet you." The lady took Liu Huiyuan's hand and shook it, "I just read your novel in the quarterly "Haima" magazine. It's really well written."

Liu Huiyuan woke up suddenly, and stood up with a silly smile: "You write well, and I just read your novel in the "Hippo" monthly magazine."

"Who am I?"

"Who knows who you are?" Liu Huiyuan waved his hands, "Hey, your hands are strong enough."

"Talk casually, don't ask the bottom line." Yang Zhong came out to smooth things over.

"Who are all the people here today?" I looked at the groups of men and women with grimaces around me, and asked Yang Zhong.

"I don't know either." Yang Zhong said, "Anyway, let's pass on the word, let the scum of the whole city gather here tonight."

"You speak a dialect, right?" The big-faced female reporter turned to look at me with a smile, "You, I've heard of it a long time ago."

"Yes." I leaned forward to shake her hand, "For a while, I behaved badly and made trouble in society."

"I have read all of your novels, and I am deeply impressed. I found that you all have a unique style, the same style, the same thinking, the same language, the same length, the same incident, and the same title. Do you often communicate together?"

"Yes, we have the same views on life. When we write something, it looks a bit the same. Life is the same."

"No wonder your stuff looks like it was written by one person."

"No, no, this is a misunderstanding. When we write something, there are invigilators next to us, so copying is not allowed. Because the title is the same, the content will be the same. Everyone thinks that the title "Extremely Deep" speaks out from our hearts, so we decided to start the issue It was published as a special issue of "Extremely Deep"."

"Are you going to let a hundred flowers bloom in the next issue?"

"We considered it again and again, and decided to issue a special account."

"What's the number of this issue?"

"The title of this special issue is a bit long and complicated in grammar. It is called: "We are really deep, not fake deep."

"It seems that you are insisting on going your own way?"

"Well, I'm not going to change, I'm going to stand still and admit my death, no matter whether the banner is in sight or not."

"What do you think?"

"What do you think?" I looked at Fatty Liu Huiyuan and Wu, and they all looked away. "What do you think?" I asked them.

"No matter what." Liu Huiyuan couldn't hide, and said, "We just live and write like this."

"The more persistent one." Fatty Wu added.

"Can I take a photo with you?" The female reporter took out a point-and-shoot camera from her bag, charged the flash, and squealed.

"Come on?" I said, "Don't take photos, let's just chat for a while, we are not very photogenic."

"Take a picture one by one." The female reporter said enthusiastically, "The readers all want to know what you guys look like—I also want to know before I meet you."

"It's also a nose and two eyes that don't grow much."

"Come on, Yang Zhong, take a photo with us." The female reporter handed the camera to Yang Zhong and leaned into our arms. "Let's take a photo. Readers will know it's not me making it up when they see someone."

I put my hand on the female reporter's shoulder and smiled at the camera.

"Everyone laugh, don't just laugh in dialect." Yang Zhong held up the camera and said, "Why can't you press it?" Yang Zhong straightened up and looked at the camera from side to side.

"Oh, I haven't passed the test yet." The female reporter jumped up, grabbed the camera to pass the test, and sat back in my arms.

"It's been taken—it's been taken!" Yang Zhong yelled and pressed the shutter, and we were all shaken.

"Let's continue talking about literature." The female reporter said to us as she retrieved her camera.

"Hey, hello, you're here too." I jumped up, grabbed a man who was walking by me, held his hand, and whispered to him:
"Actually, we don't know each other, but you have to pretend to know me and joke with me—don't look back, the people behind are looking at us. Smile, laugh more."

The man laughed, and I laughed too, and the two of them smirked at each other. After a while, I said to him, "You can go."

I got into the crowd and found Liu Meiping: "Meiping, do we have anything else to drink besides tap water?"

"There's half a bottle of cooking wine left over from someone else's cooking at the bottom of the wall."

"Cooking wine is fine." I looked at the kitchen knives and colanders hanging on the wall, and asked Liu Meiping, "The people here are just like this or you arranged them?"

"Furnished in the style of original art."

"Oh, no wonder I was touched."

Two identical bearded men next to him were chatting with Yu Guan: "Literature is excretion, excretion of pain and grievances, seeking pleasure through such forms of parasexual intercourse..."

"You are so wrong." Yang Zhong and Ma Qing came to find me together, "We are here today to chop literature, how can you hide?"

The two escorted me back to the female reporter. Liu Huiyuan and Fatty Wu were already exhausted, and there was a circle of people sitting around them.

"The dialect is coming, let him speak." The two pointed at me together.

"Literature is pain—" I sat down, recalling slowly, "to poop, great pleasure, fuck like...work!"

"The key is..." Yang Zhong revealed cautiously.

"The key is..." I looked up at the ceiling, "the key is...you have to fuck literature—you can't let literature fuck you!"

"Isn't that what you're talking about?" said a young man wearing glasses.

"It's high, it's high." Ma Qing answered for me.

"Where are you going to take me?" I yelled in the dead of night on the road.

A group of male and female students wearing glasses rushed up and blocked the generals Liu, Wu, Ma, and Yang who came to rescue me. Someone grabbed my arm and dragged me forward forcefully. I sat on the ground hard and refused to go.

"Did I provoke you to provoke you? Can't even talk?"

"Then do you dare to go to the meeting of ten thousand people and say—explain your literary views?" A female student pointed at my nose and asked.

"Why should I speak at the meeting of ten thousand people? I'm afraid of meeting strangers."

"Don't you dare? Since it is real gold, why should it be afraid of fire?"

"I dare not!" I said confidently, "Since it is real gold, why use fire to refine it—don't pinch people!"

"I must go, I must go!" The students demanded stubbornly, pulling hands together.

"Why are you so stubborn?" My joints cracked and wailed.

"Young generals." Yu Guan came running after hearing the news and said to the students, "You have something to say, and you have something to say. Don't push it so hard. He won't be able to speak when you pull it off."

"We've got a way of getting him to talk—just get to us."

"Don't let them succeed." I pleaded to Liu, Wu, and Mayang through the human wall, "Hurry up and find a way."

"We really have nothing to do." Liu Huiyuan said helplessly, "We are so close."

"Can you guarantee his personal safety?" Yang Zhong asked the leading students.

"At most two layers of skin can be peeled off, and self-esteem can be destroyed a little bit, but life can still be saved."

"Trouble! Trouble!" I was in a hurry, and I spoke English in a hurry.

"Then take him away." Yang Zhong looked at me sympathetically, "Go and come back."

"Nao! Nao!" I struggled, was lifted by the students, thrown onto a flatbed cart, wrapped around a few ropes to fix it, and drove away quickly.

"What kind of place is this?" I trembled with a foreign accent, "Junior Prison?"

The students got me out of the car, dragged me into a dark room surrounded by curtains without touching the ground, and untied me.

I immediately ran around, but all the doors were blocked by the students, all shouting loudly: "Go! Go, go!"

I had nowhere to escape, so I had to run to the only unguarded door, rushed out of the door, and was immediately stunned—a crowd of students in the auditorium saw me appearing, and immediately laughed.

I wanted to turn back through the door, which was locked from the inside.I had no choice but to turn around, look at the audience, and smile calmly.

"Wow—" There was a burst of applause and laughter from the audience.

I saw that a podium had been set up in the center of the stage, with microphones and teacups.

I walked over slowly, and the audience in the audience was quiet, looking at me curiously.

"What are you all doing here so late?" I asked the audience.

There was laughter, followed by applause.

"Where are you waiting for me?"

There was another laugh.Someone asked loudly, "Who are you? What are you here for?"

"I don't know why I'm here - I was kidnapped, not voluntary."

The audience laughed louder, and someone whistled.

"You all study literature?"

Laughing offstage.

"It seems that I am not alone in going on the wrong path."

The audience laughed.

"Then let's talk about literature, since we have met those who engage in literature and those who engage in literature."

The audience in the audience laughed up and down.

"I advocate that literature should serve the workers, peasants and soldiers."

There was boos from the audience.

"That is to say, playing literature for the workers, peasants and soldiers."

There was laughter and whistles.

"People like us of the older generation, there is no way..."

laugh.

"It's become a problem to worry about the country and the people. I never take myself as a human being. If I don't want to wear a high-sounding hat, it's just that I don't care about everything. I feel boring-boring! Nothing interesting!"

Laughing offstage.

"It's been like this all my life. If you ask me to change it at eighty, can I change it? Just die of old age."

The audience applauded.

"If I follow you, will my life not be in vain? Let my life's pursuit go to waste? I won't do it!"

laughter.Someone asked, "How old are you?"

"It's not big enough to teach people tirelessly, but the heart of tireless teaching has grown roots early, cut with a sickle and planed with a hoe, and it will still be born again in the spring breeze."

hiss.

"Young people, you really don't understand history, no wonder you tend to change your mind."

Hiss, with snickers.

"Over the past few decades, how have we made achievements one by one from victory to victory? That is to consistently support the creative policy of playing literature."

laughter.

"I suggest that students re-learn the history of ancient and modern Chinese and foreign literature and literary theory, how clear and clear the writing is. Those who do not play literature have no way out. From then to now, the situation has not changed a lot, right? Is literature going to the world? If you don’t play literature, will the Nobel Prize for Literature be awarded to the Chinese?”

hiss.

"Look at the classics and masterpieces in the treasure house of modern literature in our country. Which one is not about literature? We must have a sense of social responsibility! We are writers, who are writers? That is a master! Always smarter than ordinary people To be more elegant, to carry the hope of the nation, to act as the conscience of the society, and to guide the future of the country. If we don’t stand on a high ground and point fingers, comment on the feet, hang down and hang down, then the people of the whole country will be at a loss. You have to suffocate to death!"

The boos grew louder, and someone shouted from below: "Fuck you!"

"Really, I'm telling you the truth. You can't look down on us. To be honest, I just don't care. You shouldn't look at me. It's always like this—you are in the audience I'm on stage."

"Isn't it okay not to play literature?" A girl stood up blushing and asked loudly, then sat down quickly and disappeared into the crowd.

"Is it okay not to play literature? It is impossible not to play, it must be played." I replied.

"We don't play." A group of innocent and lovely girls in the front row said, "We just don't play."

"Then what are you playing?"

"Don't play anything, just run away when you see it."

"Stay at home?"

"We learn from Western modernism." A brave girl said, "When our eyes are darkened and our ears don't hear what's going on outside the window, we just scramble on the literary itself. First the predicate, then the subject, the verb has no nouns, and there are more than 100 sentences without punctuation. One!"

"Then you still play, it's just that the object of the game is different, and you can play it for yourself and your kind."

"Well, let's play it, but we like to play like this, and we don't like you to play like that. We can play philosophy by playing like this."

"Then it's up to you, play how you like. But since it's the same game, why not let most people play?"

"We just love playing with the elite."

"The problem is that the common people need us to play with them more than the elites. The common people are miserable. If we don't play with them, no one will play with them. The elites can always find some tricks to indulge themselves, and they can't read foreign books. Let's get bored."

"I don't agree with your point of view." The female student said impassionedly, "Isn't it miserable for the elite? After reading a lot of foreign books, I can't go up and down. I don't see the ancients before and the new ones. Difficult to find tears of sorrow, it may be lightly hit to death, then maybe."

"It can be seen from this that it is not at all that you are playing the elite, but that the elite is playing you. A good second-hand dealer is a second-hand dealer with two ends outside. It is a waste of time to bully the Chinese after knowing 90.00 characters and reading so many foreign books. I I have said earnestly and sincerely at some meetings many times: Never forget 300% nine, [-] million peasants and [-] million PLA can stabilize the world, and the world will be peaceful.”

"Oh—" There was a roar from the audience.

"If you want to keep teasing like this, I won't talk about it."

"Oh—" There was still a roar from the audience.

"Isn't it cynicism?" I took a sip of tea to moisturize my throat, and waited for the booing to subside, "Now there is a bad atmosphere, booing at every turn, regardless of what people say, whether it makes sense or not."

"Oh--"

"The more reasonable you are, the more fun you can coax."

"Oh--"

"It's the same in the literary world. Those who play literature and those who play literature are the most powerful. They don't even have the courage to fight against dissent. The more thorough the literature is, the less they admit that they are playing literature and playing literature with others. Angry as hell."

"Who the hell cares about you!" Several voices shouted.

"Come on, I've let you scold enough. Who knows how to scold? I want to scold in a much more fancy way than you. If you are reasonable, we will be unreasonable."

"That's it, that's it." The leader of the students who kidnapped me jumped onto the stage and said to me, "You go, you are quite sincere."

"Of course I'm fucking sincere!" I stared, "If I wasn't sincere, I would have talked to you about ideals long ago."

"Fuck your mother!" A group of male students squeezed to the front of the stage, pointing at me and cursing.

"Fuck you!" I yelled as soon as I threw the cup, "You're fucking capable of killing me!"

"Forget it, forget it, don't fight with them." A group of moderate students came to the stage to persuade me and pull me.

"No one fucking wants to pretend to be big with me - I'm a hooligan, who am I afraid of!"

I shook off the crowd and walked away.

五

The scenery is beautiful, but I only recognize cedars, cypresses, and weeping willows. As for the flowers planted on the ground and planted in the altar, I can’t name them at all. I can only distinguish red and yellow in general. Green powder has the impression of being colorful and colorful.

An Jia was standing in front of the flowers playing with the buttons in her arms, and the buttons stretched out her little hands to touch the flowers.The sun shines in the garden, making people and scenery look bright and moving.The buttons are almost transparent by the sun, tender and tender, giggling in front of the flowers showing two small white and flawless teeth, innocent, carefree and ignorant of human affairs-it is unbearable to look at for a long time.

"What a wonderful life." I squinted my eyes against the sun and muttered to myself, "I really want to fight with someone for buttons."

"What's disgusting, what's disgusting?" An Jia turned her head and gave me a white look when she heard the sound, "Let's fight with you first."

"Button." I walked over and held her chubby face and kissed her hard, "I have the right to kiss you for what you are hiding...Button, your dad's bad behavior is all because of you, let you grow up with dad as a mirror In society, you can recognize who is a bad person at a glance-poor parents all over the world."

"What are you nagging about?" An Jia said, "Isn't it enough to trick me?"

"It's just so that Button won't make the same mistakes we made again." I looked at Button lovingly, "Button, listen to Dad, the streets are full of bad guys—they tell you to learn to be good, so that you can do bad things yourself."

Liu Huiyuan and Fatty Wu walked along the road laughingly, saw me, stopped and called me: "Where are you picking flowers?"

"Don't bother with me." I said to them, "Abandon me at a critical moment, I have a grudge."

"Hey." Fatty Wu Liu Huiyuan said with a smile, "I'm quite ambitious."

"It's fine if you don't want to go." Liu Huiyuan said, "Today is a Taiwanese treat."

The two walked a few steps forward, stopped and looked back at me: "Can I give you a step down?"

"If you are really ambitious," An Jia said while holding the child, "you won't be able to get off a ladder."

"We're all friends." I said, "It's not appropriate to stay together. We have to make people feel that we are easy-going."

I ran and jumped to chase the two of them.

"Why did the Taiwanese take a fancy to us? Didn't they want us to be spies?"

"Damn it, eat it all!"

"I'm not, I just hope that he will play tricks on us."

On the street, Ma Qing was squatting at the base of the wall with a piece of batik cloth in his hand, and Liu Meiping was standing by his side wearing a multicolored waistcoat.As soon as a foreign tourist came by, she threw Liu Meiping out to show off in front of foreigners.Sure enough, Liu Meiping sniffed a 1.9-meter-long foreigner wearing a Chinese-style cardigan and black cloth shoes, and followed her like an idiot, babbling in foreign languages.Liu Meiping just walked flirtatiously, flirting with winks from time to time, leading him all the way to Ma Qing.

"Tell me, tell me." Ma Qing went up to meet him, "I don't speak Chinese very fluently."

"This," the foreigner pointed to Liu Meiping's waistcoat, "is it for sale?"

"People don't sell, guys do." Ma Qing shook off the batik cloth in his hand, "How is this? Have you seen it?"

"Good!" The foreigner's eyes lit up, "Where do you sell it?"

"Don't be busy, don't be busy." Ma Qing put away the floral cloth, "I understand what you mean. Don't you just want to buy Chinese treasures? I have all kinds of them there. Come with me, Meiping, Go ahead."

Ma Qing helped the foreigner, pointing to Liu Meiping who was walking ahead first: "Let's follow her to explore the treasure."

"How far is the road?" The foreigner looked at the small alleys with twists and turns.

"Just around the corner."

The three of us excitedly walked into the small kitchen - Haima Salon.Just look for the door: "Where are the Taiwanese? Where are the Taiwanese?"

Yang Zhong, who was drinking colorful water with the foreigner and looking at the flowered cloth, turned around and said, "Taiwanese can't come today, they are reactionaries from all over the world."

We looked up at the tall laowai in a daze, and the laowai also looked at us dizzy.

"Aren't you just raring about Chinese treasures—these are all the best Chinese treasures." Ma Qing introduced to us, "This is a San Marino sinologist, crying out to get to know you."

"He," I pointed to the sinologist, "does he have food?"

"It's up to you." Yang Zhong said, "We've tied him up. If you can't cut him down, we'll see how you perform on the spot."

"What are they going to do?" The foreigner pointed to us and asked, "They don't sell floral cloth?"

"Not for sale, not for sale." Ma Qing pushed the foreigner into a chair and said, "Sit down and say don't just stand."

We also sat down separately and looked at the foreigner stupidly.

"Don't just sit around and talk." Ma Qing urged, "It's so easy to meet each other. When you don't see each other, you want to die, and when you see them, you have nothing to say."

"I don't know what to say." Fatty Wu said, "I don't know what he likes to hear."

"Let's find something to talk about if you have nothing to say." I said.Gesture the movement of holding a bowl and picking food, "It's delicious——Chinese food?"

"Delicious!" The foreigner suddenly realized and smiled, "I can't eat enough."

"Greatly, this one is also an idiot." I pointed to myself and then to him, "Let's go eat together—you treat me."

"Your treat. Oh, sorry."

"No, I said you treat guests, you have money."

"I'm sorry." The foreigner smiled and shook his head, "Let's eat separately."

"A——It's still your treat, and I'll give you Chinese friendship."

"Don't keep talking about it." Yang Zhong interjected, "Say something else, and be more devious."

"How old are you?" I made gestures, but I really couldn't express the shape of age, so I had to compare height.

"1.9 meters. Where are you?"

"I said age—age." I compared the beard on my chin, lowered my eyes again, and showed him the number of teeth: "How old is it?"

"What did he say?" The foreigner looked at Ma Qing.

"Hey!——" Ma Qing raised his head and neighed, then bared his teeth at the foreigner, "He asked how old you are?"

"Don't buy it——" the foreigner raised his head and hissed, "There are flutes."

"Tree, you know?" Yang Zhong couldn't bear to look at it any longer, he inserted it and pointed to the tree outside, drawing a circle with his hand, "Annual rings."

"Trees? Oh, yes. Tree rings, too."

Yang Zhong pointed at me, and then at the foreigner: "He asked you about your annual rings—how many times?"

"Three laps." The foreigner stretched out three fingers and nodded, "How many laps do you have?"

"Three laps too." I said.

"No." The foreigner raised four fingers in disapproval, "Four times."

I was anxious, jumped up and scolded, "Who are you squeezing against?"

"Don't be like this." Ma Qing said to me, "I'm a foreign friend and I'm honest, but I didn't say too much about you."

"what did he say?"

"He praised you, saying you have good eyesight."

"Why does it look like you're scolding me?"

"No, no, we Chinese are all like this, boasting is almost like cursing - passionate and unrestrained."

"Then how do we tell? The Chinese love us or hate us?"

"If they laugh at you, they hate you; if they stare at you, they love you—don't treat you like an outsider."

"Against us?"

"Yes, it's all reversed, even the traffic lights are reversed. When you go to the street, you go forward when you see a red light, and stop quickly when you see a green light."

"Understood." The foreigner stared at us and said sharply, "I love China!"

"Okay, let's love, we love each other." I glared at him and shouted, "You love China, we love San Marino."

"Then go, I'm not all here!"

"You can still talk."

"It seems that this meal is over." Liu Huiyuan said to me, "I can't talk about going together, no one is next to anyone."

"No one wants to go to your country." Fatty Wu said to the foreigner, "We stay in our own country very well."

"Yes, I am very envious." The foreigner said, "That is to say, in China, no one in our place sits and gossips all day long—starving to death."

"Then you should also revolutionize. Once you revolutionize, you will not starve to death."

"I can't leather it, and I won't starve to death anyway, let's see you leather it."

"Look at our excitement, don't you? I know that your big noses are at ease."

"Praise me again? No, no, don't keep praising me. We haven't done enough and are worse than you. You have fought all the landlords in the country, and we just hijacked two planes and kidnapped a capitalist."

"You, what do you do—in your country?"

"In our country I am a good boy, in Germany I am a Red Army."

"German Red Army!" We were shocked, "Terrorist? Oh, how did you come across this person? We thought you were a capitalist."

"Praise me again? I was born late, and I didn't catch up with your Chinese Red Army revolution, so I had to join the German Red Army nearby."

"Go away." We pulled the laowai and pushed him away, "Or we have to turn you over to the Public Security Bureau. International conventions must be abided by."

"Why do you have such an attitude?" The foreigner was very dissatisfied when he was kicked out, "We have always only picked the scourge of capitalist countries."

"We're waiting for the capitalists today, not you." We shooed away the foreigners, closed the door tightly, and said with a beating heart, "The German Red Army? That's also the team of the poor." Then we looked at Ma Qing with our eyes.

Ma Qing's face was pale, and he stepped back again and again: "Gentlemen, spare your lives! Several masters, spare your lives! I'll go to the streets again, and drag a capitalist here."

"Get the Magenta Army again, don't blame us for being rude!"

"Actually, you don't understand that the Red Army in foreign countries is also rich." Yang Zhong smoothed things up for Ma Qing, "Revolution and terror are rich people's entertainment in foreign countries, and they are fashionable."

"It's not that you don't know that we hate extreme leftists? Your speech is entertainment for the rich. Why do poor people make fun of it? Get rich first and then have fun."

"This man is poor and short-sighted." I said, "I can't even get up the spirit of revolution—unless I can rely on it for a living."

"Hey, you guys are fucking here. You've written nonsense and messed up the whole thing, and Ding Xiaolu and I both got big asses."

As soon as our group entered the editorial department of "Haima", Yu Guan, who was processing the manuscript with a frowning face, yelled.

"Dialect, come here, and you can identify what the character you wrote is called? Is it Chinese or Arabic?"

"Don't complain when you see the leader and put the burden on the leader's shoulders." I walked over, "The leader asked you to be in charge of editing the leader's manuscript, that is the leader's trust in you, the leader is not idle, just talked to the German Red Army ...'Rou', the word written by the leader is 'rou'. Can't even recognize 'rou'? ​​Who is still the editor? Although the leader's strokes are a bit messed up, he still looks like he hasn't left."

"Then let me ask you, what does 'soft holding' mean?"

"'Holding softly' means being very reserved, unique, and not too emotional—"smiling gently with soft holding"—it expresses a special demeanor."

"Who 'smiled softly'?"

"I 'smiled softly', in the face of difficulties, I don't care."

"Does that word pronounce 'soft'?"

"It's about the same if you don't pronounce 'rou'."

"That word reads 'jin', and I'll tell you—the left is 'spear' and the right is 'jin'. Remember it carefully, don't repeat it next time, at least you will be a writer."

"What's there? What's there? Isn't it just a 'Jin'? A scholar can only read half of it."

"Both of you also come over to look at your own manuscripts," Ding Xiaolu called Fatty Wu and Liu Huiyuan, "you have no less typos than him. Did you follow a teacher when you were young?"

"I'm in a hurry and I wrote it in English." Fatty Wu muttered, "I will translate it after I finish writing it."

"Aren't you going to be more serious about writing manuscripts in the future?" Ding Xiaolu said, "Our publication has national influence, so it's not good to be too nonsense."

"I'm already very serious." Liu Huiyuan corrected his typo on his stomach, "If you are serious, you won't be able to read it."

"Oh, that's right." Ding Xiaolu opened the drawer and took out a letter and threw it to me, "Here is a letter from your reader, which I received yesterday."

"Written by a man and written by a woman?"

"Look at this girly name, Zheng Wenwen."

"Nian Nian Nian Nian." Fatty Wu snatched the letter, "Look at what's written."

Fatty Wu took out the letter, unfolded it, looked at it, and was amused: "Dear Brother Fang, hello!"

Everyone in the room laughed.

"What's this called?" I said with a smile, "Just call it 'porcelain'."

"Maybe you don't know me..."

Everyone laughed again: "Isn't this nonsense?"

"But I know you, of course I can't really know you, I just had a little relationship with you from your works."

"Look, there is a relationship here." Liu Huiyuan said, "Why don't you say it quickly."

"This is the first time I read your work."

Everyone laughed: "No way, it's not the first time. The ones I read earlier were all others'."

"I fell in love with it the first time I read it."

"Hey, how do you say to seduce someone?" Everyone laughed.

"I found that you are very talented, and you observe things very carefully. Although there are few conversations, you are right in our hearts."

"The way of boasting, now this person is full of ways of boasting." Everyone laughed, looked at each other and nodded, "I know that people like to hear it."

"The following must be: 'I'm not complimenting you.'"

"I'm not praising you..."

Everyone laughed loudly: "It's not a boast!"

"Listen, listen, don't make trouble." I stopped everyone.

"Yo yo yo." Everyone looked at me and smiled, "It's so serious, have you been 'right' to your heart by others?"

"...It's from my heart." Fatty Wu continued. "Actually, I'm usually quite proud. Others say I look down on others, but when I saw your work..."

"I just fell in love with you!" Everyone laughed together and said, "This time I have caught someone who can be seen."

"Are you very young? From your works, I feel that you are very young."

"Young and young." I said with a smile, "not only young but also promising."

"I'm young too."

"Look, the age is quite appropriate." Everyone laughed.

"I also like literature."

"They have common hobbies." Everyone said with a smile, "It seems that we should not have a relationship."

"—but nothing was written."

"It's okay, your big brother Fang hasn't written anything."

"—I want to worship you as my teacher."

"Okay, Big Brother Fang has long wanted to accept apprentices, but no one has come to the door."

"—can you teach me?"

"Can teach!" Everyone said together, "Brother Fang is not only able to teach, but also likes to teach by hand—I'm afraid you won't study hard."

"Aren't you teasing me?" I said. "You make me blush when you tease me so much."

"Hurry up and reply." Fatty Wu threw the letter into my arms, "I won't read it anymore, I'm ashamed to read the following words."

"Why are you ashamed?" Everyone laughed at Fatty Wu, "What does it have to do with you?"

"No, I just feel angry. If you treat a dick writer like this, you will have to kneel down on the spot when you really see an enemy in the future?"

"Are you going to reply to this master?" Yu Guan asked me.

"Return!" I said, "You can write to me, 'I don't worry about anything else, the main thing is that you are not beautiful enough...'"

Everyone laughed and sighed with each other: "Bad, this writer is bad."

"Hey, who are you looking for? Why don't you knock when you enter the house?" Fatty Wu said to an old man who walked into the house and looked around.

"I'm looking for a dialect." The old man said, "Is this the den of 'Hippocampus'?"

"Who are you?" I asked the old man.

"I'm Goodbye!" the old man said loudly.

"Who knows Goodbye?" I asked the others.

Everyone said, "I've never heard of it."

"Oh, I've heard of it." Ding Xiaolu stood up and said to the old man! "Are you the Goodbye who wrote 'For Whom Cyclonus Falls from Heaven'?"

""Hurricane Falls from the Sky for Me"."

"That's right, 'Hurricane fell from the sky for you'." Ding Xiaolu said to us, "Haven't you read it? How famous is that book, and more than half of those who can read in the Eighth Route Army ran away from home after reading that book from."

"Really?" We looked at the old man in awe, "You dare to overthrow the three mountains."

"Master Gu, sit down." I gave him my chair, "Why are you looking for a dialect?"

"Look for him." The old man sat down and said, "He satirized me."

"When did I mock you? I didn't even know you were there a minute ago."

"He is dialect." Ding Xiaolu pointed at me and said, "If you have any bitterness, just pour it out."

"Are you a dialect?" The old man took a photo with me, "What's so great about you?"

"What's so great about you?" I also took a photo with the old man.

"Don't you just carry one head on two shoulders? Plus two arms and two legs - quite an ordinary person."

"Show me one of your six fingers."

"I really don't believe this."

"Come on, I'll take your head off."

"Don't make noise, please respect the old man in dialect." Ding Xiaolu explained, "Don't be angry with Gu Gu. What's the matter? Say something slowly, why is the dialect mocking you?"

"Why is it ironic? The meeting of ten thousand people said that I am playing literature. What about 'Which one of the masterpieces in the treasure house of modern literature is not playing literature?' Did you say that?"

"Did I tell you?"

"Why do you have to call names? There is no other master in the treasure house of modern literature except me. You didn't say who I was talking about? Don't follow me. The uncle is like a mirror in his heart. How many times do you not hold a seminar? For a lifetime, don’t mention the symposium, if you mention the symposium, it has something to do with me.”

"He was praising you." Ding Xiaolu explained, "He said that you are on the right path, and I want to learn from you."

"No! How dare we say 'it can't be changed' and 'old age counts' or something."

"Where did you hear this? It's too detailed."

"Do you think it's over after you just talk? Someone has already called me a small report. Don't look at my age, I listen to whoever said me and everything. What do you say? You hurt My reputation, guilty of defamation - the whole world knows that I play literature."

"The whole world does nothing but care about you?"

"Anyway, if you don't apologize publicly and compensate for the loss, I will sue in court."

"Are you playing with literature?"

"No! I have worked hard all my life to teach everyone to teach our people to be full of ideals, to be selfless, to be dedicated, to be hard-working, to be noble, to be a perfect person, and even to make up a perfect person in my works for everyone to learn from—why am I just playing with literature?"

"Aren't you just playing with literature? Uncle Gu, it's true that I disrespect you a bit when I say that, but I don't think you can understand it when you get here. Do you think you are still young? Make up some nonsense and say that everyone can do it." Forgive you? You are too old to talk about the coffin according to your old job, and you haven't learned to speak the truth and do some honest things. You are not afraid of being an honest person..."

"I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid of anything! When people die, the light goes out, but matter doesn't go out. I've already put my head in my belt when I started this path."

"You're out of your mind, you don't think about the next generation at all, you just want to have fun! Really, I beg you, don't deceive the next generation so irresponsibly again. How far has society progressed? Whoever is a good person will suffer! You don’t pass on some bad tricks before you die, and you keep driving everyone to jump off the cliff with their eyes closed—you are too cynical, Mr. Gu.”

"What is it? What is it? Don't tell me this, I don't listen to anything, I don't believe anything - I see it through, I'm polite, I can't do anything, what should be done is what should be done! You wait, I can't deal with you, and my surname is Gu. Just you have buddies? We also have buddies, and the buddies are also loyal to each other!"

"They're all hooligans." Ding Xiaolu said to the audience, "I figured it out."

"Aren't you convinced?" The old man stared at me, "I'll fuck you if you don't agree."

"Don't call the police." I pressed Ding Xiaolu's hand holding the phone, "This kind of hooligan is not afraid of the police."

"Be sensible." The old man raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't feel uncomfortable. If you want to continue to play in this way, you have to know the rules. Otherwise, your shop will be smashed and you will be kicked out far away!"

"I admit it. I apologize and compensate for the loss. What else do you ask for? I agree to everything."

After the old man left, everyone comforted me one after another, persuading me not to take it to heart, and just pretend that we were really wrong and Gudebai was right.

"I'm not angry." I said, "The little rascal won't lose his share if he falls into the hands of the old rascal."

六

"Why does this house look spacious?"

"Meiping's small kitchen was also vacated for us." Yang Zhong said to me, "The tunnels of each village have been connected together."

"You are so happy. I really envy you." I said to Liu Meiping who was with me while inspecting the enlarged salon, "Not everyone's kitchen can be transformed into a salon."

"It's still miserable, I'm sorry everyone." Meiping said sincerely, "Come on, my dad is only a few days away, and I'll let you move to the main house after he dies."

"It doesn't matter, this is a humble room, only my virtue."

"That's right, as long as the person is good." Yang Zhong said, "Look, we invited these people to compete in virtue one by one."

According to common sense, I should describe the atmosphere in the salon and its guests in terms of feasting, feasting, green men and women, but I am afraid that I cannot escape the shameless posthumous title by describing it this way.Our literature is always untrue, and most of our Chinese is not rigorous. It is far from witnessing the facts after a little elaboration, and it will make those who know it laugh.Let’s be more verbose and crude, anyway, my talent is obvious to all, so I don’t need to show off in this paragraph.

There is a red light, but there is only one, which is the kind of red-painted [-]-degree light bulb used by amateur photographers to develop photos. It is hung in a position similar to that of a public toilet to illuminate both men and women at the same time.The wine is not green at all, and it is doubtful whether it is wine. The most likely thing is alcohol mixed with "three essences of water", which is like a cannonball - served in a green bottle.It is inconvenient for men to jump to conclusions. There are indeed long hair and bald foreheads and beards. They talk about art, and their smiles are decent.It is not easy to talk about art in a broad way. Considering that people are so desperate, they should not add insult to injury, and it is understandable to be classified as a gifted scholar.Ladies...if it's not rude, let's just say, slightly better than the guys.It can be seen that there is no choice to go down this road.To be fair, it is not a scientific attitude not to admit that what is congenital is deficient and acquired can be compensated to some extent.

The distribution is a group of three, and a group of two.That state of mind, that expression between the brows are all the feelings of a superior person, this is no exaggeration, it is genuine.While boastful talk is common, so is free-spiritedness--if you don't call it "face" viciously.

"To be honest, your understanding of modernist literature is very superficial." Baokang said sincerely to Liu Huiyuan, "Brothers have been engaged in modernism all their lives and have not yet started—to tell you the truth."

"Yes, we are all still thrashing about in Kuwazi." Liu Huiyuan also said with great sincerity, "He is also talking nonsense in dialect. Who is who. Don't take it to your heart, grope for what you want, just pretend that there is no such thing as him. "

"No, you don't know that I am very fragile, and I can't stand cold arrows from the same camp. We are all Miao Miao, and we all need sunshine and rain. We Miao Miao should water each other, fertilize each other, and hide from each other. , we can’t expect each other’s old farmers to plant each other’s seedlings first.”

"That's right, the dialect is so wrong, I have to tell him, who is he helping?"

"Tell him that the peasant uprising knew that they would win the world first and then fight among themselves."

"Yes, let's join forces to attack the official army first. To be honest, I know dialects better. He is jealous. If he can't write by himself, he will use the masterpieces of the masters to compare them to the omissions of the younger generations, and kill newcomers in the name of maintaining the authenticity." Aiming to hide what you can't do—old fashioned."

"Yes, we young people are quite pure, don't imitate the style of that old literary ruffian."

"That's right, when we get old, let's suppress the young people and prevent them from taking the lead."

"That's right, at that time we were also highly respected, and we were full of vision, no matter how ruffian we are, no one dared to call us ruffians. What modern trendy pioneers are left over from our play, as long as we don't change the foreign language writing, what to write Let's sue him as a 'dog leftover'."

"We only cultivate young women who are literary."

"No, no, beat them all. At that time, we must be so old that we can't chew anything and don't like to eat anything. When the swan meat is brought to our mouths, our mouths are still drooling and we can't eat it."

"No, no, it's better to train young women. You can't do anything else. It's always okay to touch your hands and pinch the ends of your braids—that's all it needs to be at that time."

"It's up to you, make it like Taiwan, the rooster is the morning."

"What do you have in Taiwan? What do you have in Hong Kong?" Fatty Wu spitting loudly at a simple Taiwanese lady and a shiny Hong Kong man standing in front of him. Talking about love there, pretending to be pure and charming, one word makes me sad for a long time, crying endlessly, with only tears but no runny nose, or a bunch of narrow-minded charlatans who start to fight for breaking things, and beat their heads to pieces The blood flow is still fucking righteous, as if people are either selling pickled vegetables or beating their enemies. The image of the Chinese people has been corrupted by you. Is that a thing? I owe you liberation, and let you eat with food ticket."

"That's right, your works are still deep, and we moan without illness." The Taiwanese lady said.

"Don't squeeze us, just as if you are here and we are happy."

"us?"

"Yes, people, the Kuomintang—I don't know how the Kuomintang got to Taiwan?"

"Oh, I don't know." The Taiwanese lady shook her head and smiled awkwardly.

"Are there any middle school textbooks?"

"No, modern history is blank before [-]."

"Excuse me? You have a thin skin to dare to love the Kuomintang! Let me teach you a lesson. To be honest, if you were a bit human back then..."

"Don't you guys, the Kuomintang is the Kuomintang, and I'm not the Kuomintang either."

"Just think you are the Kuomintang! Don't you think we are the Communist Party? Is it Ma Qing?" Fatty Wu turned to Ma Qing and said, "You can't be polite to them, right!"

"No! They are all classified as bandits." Ma Qing said firmly.

"Don't play dumb with us historical materialists. Fortunately, the Kuomintang ran away in time, or they would have to be punished for urinating. Is there a good person?"

"But the Kuomintang is doing well in Taiwan. Although the politics are dark, the economy is not bad, and some people still support the Kuomintang."

"He still doesn't change it? If I change it, I also know that I will learn a lot of wisdom." Fatty Wu said, "It's too broken to stay the same-this is going to be a sinner through the ages."

"Go back and tell you Lee Teng-hui," said Ma Qingchong to Ms. Taiwan, "live a good life on the island, and don't keep thinking about the unification of China by the Three People's Principles. What's so good about unification? A billion people are asking you to beg for food. You are so big rice cooker?"

"If you don't accept it, let the Kuomintang try it - scare him to death! I believe that! Who dares to change the color of this land in China? Whoever comes will let him be infamous forever. Others don't understand China, and we still don't understand China? How many years have we been messing around? ?”

"It seems that you are very pessimistic about the future of the nation?"

"Pessimistic? - Not pessimistic at all. A centipede, dead but not stiff. What can I say? If I want to choose from all the nations in the world, I will choose the Chinese nation. It is no better than China to make a living. Why do we say that we have nothing? We also have many advantages. To be honest, there are not many nations that we can look up to! Haven’t we just lived a good life for 200 years? What is it? Our civilization has been 4000 years I'm sorry to be civilized anymore."

"Why don't you say that the Chinese are humble." Ma Qing continued, "That's why I like this nation very much. To be honest, I'm the only foreigner here, Hui people, and Arabs."

"Are you Muslim?" The Taiwanese stared at Ma Qing with wide eyes, "Arab?"

"Zonger has already told you Han people to string together. Except for the eyeballs, they still look like Persian cats. The nose and body odor have all been changed."

"When did you come to China?"

"He's early." Fatty Wu said, "At that time we were still in the Tang Dynasty. At that time we were like the United States now. Foreigners came to immigrate here, and we are bastards. Look at that Yang standing over there Are they serious? Those are Jews, who came here in the first 800 years. They are holding back to pan for gold with us for education, and they don’t like to leave when they come. Do you think our billion people are raised by our Han girls? More than half They are all foreigners. Do you feel hot when you look at foreigners now? I am a foreigner myself and completely forget.”

"Have you ever returned to your home country?" asked the Taiwanese lady.

"No." Ma Qing said, "There is no one in my hometown, and people will be discriminated against as foreigners when I go back. Or if I have no roots, I have nowhere to look for them."

"This is the tragedy of the bastard."

"A foreigner, for the cause of the liberation of the Chinese people, does not go back to drill if there is oil in his hometown, and spends his life with the Chinese. He shares the difficulties and enjoys the blessings. What a great feeling-you Chinese are no longer patriotic. That's really inappropriate."

"Really, let us Chinese on both sides of the Taiwan Strait shake hands." Fatty Wu shook hands with the Taiwanese lady.

"And we in Hong Kong." The Hong Kong man hurriedly stretched out his hand, "We Hong Kong people are also Chinese."

"Forget it." Ma Qing said, "It's hard to say who you are."

"Ah, the situation in Hong Kong and Taiwan is different."

"It's right to be different. Hurry up and please us to stay away from Taiwan, or we will see how we deal with you."

"How about this." Fatty Wu pointed to the two overseas Chinese and said, "You two and one family can publish a book for each of us. The manuscript fee should be higher and paid in your currency, so that we can speak for you at that time. Do not engage in copying and beheading."

"I'm afraid your book will also be listed as a banned book in Taiwan."

"It doesn't matter, we don't write such radical books for you. In our words here: reactionary pornography."

"Don't worry." Ma Qing said to the two different "brothers", "Whoever wrote this, let alone your party sticks, we will strangle him first. They are all versatile, and the 'Gang of Four' can't help us when they come back. .”

"Don't be serious, don't be serious." Hong Kong people said to Taiwanese, "They are joking—are you joking?"

"You're wrong, you're all wrong. We never joke, we tell the truth."

"You don't understand the mainland." Hong Kong people keep saying to Taiwanese, "I often come back, and I know better than you. The mainland is very open now, and young people will not be fashionable if they don't talk too much."

"If you keep interrupting us and don't do practical things," Ma Qing said, "then we have no choice but to threaten with force."

"The name of my next novel is "Don't Treat Me as a Human Being." I solemnly said to a few foreigners.

The foreigner grinned: "Why? Why is it called this name?"

"The main thing is, a Chinese person's plea to all Chinese people: Don't treat me like a human being! Treating me like a human being is bad, and I have human faults, and the affairs of our nation will be difficult to handle." Yang After explaining for me again, he turned to me, "Does this mean dialect?"

"That's what I mean." I nodded, "Now the primary issue of our nation is not individual happiness, but collective prosperity."

"Why?" The foreigner didn't understand, "Who are all of them?"

"Even the big guys—there are also idiots who dare to love foreigners." I said to Yang Zhong, "I don't understand anything."

"Well, they're stupid."

"We Chinese don't include individuals in the big guys." I said to foreigners. "What we despise most is your individualism. We knew we had to do it with our shoulders when we were hunting cavemen."

"You wrote, that is, the people fly into the sky together?" The foreigner made an exaggerated flying posture, "How do you fly?"

"On a string—that's not what I'm writing about, I'm writing about how a man turns into a woman and becomes so happy, so happy."

"Well, this is available in the West, intersex people, homosexuals."

"Stupid, oh, sorry sorry - that's not what I wrote. Not intersex nor gay, just a dude, born changed."

"Why? I don't believe it."

"You don't believe me, why don't you say that you sinologists are superficial, how do you know about our China? Goose! Goose for the benefit of the nation!" I gesticulated and shouted at the foreigners, "The country needs women."

"Why? Where did the girl go?"

"It's so fucking tiring-the woman hasn't gone anywhere, it's all there, it's useless! I just fell in love with him, and hope he represents women."

"Why? He's pretty?"

"Forget it, Yang Zhong, tell him, I'll take a break." I walked aside.

"It's not that he's beautiful, but that he has special abilities, which most women don't have." Yang Zhong compared his boxing movements, "Do you understand boxing? Send him to play boxing with you."

"Got it. The West has it too, boxing."

"It's good to understand." I walked back, "It's really hard to talk to you."

"Why? Make male athletes pretend to be female athletes?"

"It's coming again, isn't it? To win you."

"He agreed?"

"Agreed, the work has been done organizationally." I pointed to my head, "It's - it's done."

"Oh, brainwashed."

"What brainwashing? I've done my ideological work! I'm in a good mood—I can do anything!"

"Oh, so your women's volleyball team is trained like this."

"Oh, that's not true. Don't talk nonsense. Our women's volleyball team, women's basketball team, and table tennis team are all decent girls. I'm talking about a joke. Tell everyone, as long as you don't treat yourself as a human being, no one will treat you as a human being." You will be happy when someone troubles you, and there is no hurdle you cannot overcome."

"Your novel must not pass the censorship." The foreigner squinted at me, "reactionary."

"Not reactionary at all." I laughed loudly, "Not only is it not reactionary, but it is also working for tigers."

"I won't tell you anymore." The foreigner walked away, "It's not serious."

"You come back, you come back." I grabbed the foreigner's arm, "Why am I not serious?"

"Well, not serious." The foreigner looked at me and shook his head regretfully.

"Why am I not serious? Didn't I write about Mr. Desai?"

"You advocate living like a dog, we Westerners, disgusted."

"You don't understand this. We Orientals have always regarded the body and soul as inversely proportional. The more degenerate the body, the more likely the soul will be saved. We see more clearly than you, and have a stronger sense of history than you. We have always let History tells the future - there is nothing like the present."

"Incoherent—you!" The foreigner poked my chest with his hand and said, "Poor joy!"

I laughed loudly, poked the foreigner's chest and said, "This time, you are right, you are poor and happy. Poor and strong, you can find a way for yourself to step down. Isn't it admirable?"

"These idiots!" After the foreigners walked away with a dry smile, I said to Yang Zhong, "I think the Chinese are all brainless and unhappy. The Chinese are really as clever as they are, and one person can clean a basket of them."

"Dialect, come here." Yu Guan stood aside and called me.He was talking to a skinny guy who was rubbing his hands on his jeans as he talked.He was dirty and young, probably a decadent poet and masturbator.

"What kind of petition did he take for us to sign." Yu Guan handed me a crumpled piece of paper, which smelled like it had been urinated and dried in the shade.

"That's right," the little skinny man said nervously but pretending to be quite calm. "We want to ask them for more human rights while the government is in chaos. Many people have signed, and none of the big-tailed wolves have pulled them."

"Don't sign!" I threw the paper back into the little thin man's arms, and said in a vicious voice, "Don't bother with your busyness! Don't drag us into making mistakes, our human rights are enough, and we won't use them if we have too many! "

"You're the ones advocating 'total westernization', right?" Yang Zhong said, "Go back and tell your bosses, little Zhuge Liang took off his pants and put on a 'light'! We all want to try to show China the way, but we still Not going anywhere!"

"What? Swearing at the Communist Party will make you a hero. Let me tell you, today's Gaojiazhuang is not the Gaojiazhuang of the past, no matter what happens, it's not your turn to sit in the village."

"Damn it!" We scolded the little skinny man away, still full of anger, "It's really a time of national calamity, monsters are everywhere, and all kinds of fake dragon emperors are born."

We walked up to Ding Xiaolu, looked at the polite woman who was talking to her opposite her and asked:

"What does your friend do?"

"Japanese." Ding Xiaolu hurriedly introduced to us, "Japanese reporter."

"Japanese?" We looked this woman up and down, "Where is Japan?"

"From Hokkaido." The Japanese woman hurriedly bowed and handed the business card, "It's the first time we meet, please take care of me."

"Meeting you for the first time? Isn't it?" I said, "Didn't China be invaded?"

"Oh, no, no. One is that I was young at that time, and the other is that there were no women's combat teams in the former Japanese Army."

"Is there no? Oh, it seems that there is no—then you can't think that you are not responsible for it!" I said sharply, "I should also reflect on myself."

"Don't be like this." Ding Xiaolu said to me, "What are you doing? Qingzi is a pro-Chinese person."

"Really? Are you pro-China?"

"Yes." The Japanese woman nodded in panic.

"Forget about being pro-China. Originally, I was planning to go to Japan, create a massacre in Tokyo, and make some international news. Forget it."

"You are a Japanese reporter, and I will report the situation to you." Yang Zhong said.

"Please speak, please speak." The Japanese woman bowed again and again.

"I bought a Pioneer stereo, and it broke within a few days. Did you criticize the manufacturer in the Japanese newspaper? It's too irresponsible. Japanese products have quality problems. Doesn't this make us Chinese consumers feel helpless? I'm counting on it."

"It's too damaging our pro-Japanese relationship." I interjected, "If this continues, we won't be friendly with you in the 21st century."

"We are not strong enough right now. When we are really strong, we will settle the old and new scores together."

"Okay." Ding Xiaolu said to us, "You two scare people with your words. Is your stereo really broken?"

"It's really bad." Yang Zhong said, "Why else would I have such a big enmity with Japan—I still kissed Japan for the first three months."

"If it's really broken, ask Ms. Qingzi to help contact the manufacturer to fix it. Don't be rude and swear." Ding Xiaolu took Ms. Qingzi away, "Ignore them, let's go."

A group of us went to Fatty Wu and Ma Qing, pointed to the couple and asked, "What do these two do?"

"One from Taiwan and one from Hong Kong." Fatty Wu said proudly, "Let us wipe them out."

"It's good, let's continue." I left them, went to the bar and asked Liu Meiping for another glass of "Four Essence" water, took a sip, swallowed it, and suddenly yelled:
"asshole!"

The people in the room immediately fell silent and turned their faces to look at me.I looked at the ceiling and continued drinking as if nothing had happened.

The people in the room resumed their conversation, buzzing.It was getting cold, and there was another shout from another corner.

"asshole!"

I turned my head along with the crowd, and saw Yang Zhong standing in the corner of the room drinking nonchalantly, seeing everyone looking at him, smiling slightly, and making a gesture of toasting.

Fatty Wu and Ma Qing were overjoyed, and they also yelled: "Bastard! You bastard!"

Liu Huiyuan also shouted at the other end: "Fuck your mother!"

Our group of people was happy, echoing each other in every corner of the room, one after another, cursing hoarsely one after another.

The guests in the room couldn't stay any longer, they stood up one after another and went out.We cursed behind:

"Fuck off! Don't get close to us! None of us are comrades!"

The guests gathered at the door, the rats scurried away, and we were the only ones left in the room.Everyone laughed loudly, fought with each other, threw all the wine glasses and bottles on the wall and into the air.

"You are all crazy!" Ding Xiaolu rushed in and yelled at us vigorously, "If you scold everyone away, do you still want to keep the salon going?"

"What's the matter?" I said drunkenly, "at most, the door is closed."

Everyone laughed together, and they all said drunkenly: "Yes, what's the matter? At most, it's just a mess. Don't be afraid of smashing, there is no trick, right? At most, I can go back and play a few mahjong games."

"You are all drunk." Ding Xiaolu said angrily.

"Yes, we are all drunk." We laughed at Ding Xiaolu, "Everyone is drunk but you are sober."

Seven

"Aren't you very inferior?"

"Yes, we are very humble."

In the editorial department of "Haima", Baokang was talking to us. It is said that he came to "talk" with us on behalf of relevant parties.We went back last night and played mahjong all night again, and now all of us turned green and listless.Baokang, on the other hand, was blushing and radiant, showing a bit of earnestness.

"Is it very twisted?"

"It's very twisted, it's so twisted that it doesn't look like it."

"It's not good for you to make such a fuss on that occasion yesterday."

"Yes, it's not good."

"Now you know what's wrong?"

"Yes, I know I was wrong."

"It's too late! The influence has already been created, what do you think about it?"

"A public apology and compensation for the loss."

"What kind of compensation method? You must know that you mainly broke everyone's hearts. Do you know what it feels like to have a broken heart?"

"Say what you say, teach us."

"I can't eat well, I can't sleep well, I'm sweating when I move, I don't believe in anything, I can't be interested in anything, I just want to cry, I can't stop wanting to rush out to the river, I jump when I see the switch, I touch it - you say there is a cure No?"

"Slowly warm up with a broad heart—maybe you can still warm it up."

"What about a hard heart?"

"Grim heart broken?—that's not his luck."

"Here is a letter from you." Ding Xiaolu, who was boringly flipping through the letter magazine, raised his head and said to me, throwing a brown paper envelope.I opened it and read a few lines. I dropped the letter and shouted, "Oh, I'm so ashamed."

"What's going on, what's going on?" Everyone immediately became interested and raised their heads.

"I'll read it to you." I said with a smile, and unfolded the letter paper, "Dear Brother Fang, Teacher Fang, hello..."

"It's her again." Everyone laughed, "The letter was answered really quickly."

"I think I'm really sorry for you. I understand all your heart and I'm very moved, so I feel even more sorry for you."

"What's the matter?" Everyone laughed, "Have you got a master? It doesn't matter if you have a master. The best thing about Brother Fang is that one is better than the other."

"It's not that you are listening." I said with a smile, and continued to read the letter, "I think you may have misunderstood. Of course, it's not your fault, it's all my mother's fault, who gave me a girly name..."

"Oh——" the crowd booed like they were upside down, "Ganqing is a man, where is this?"

"Listen, there's more here--Mr. Fang, I really feel sorry for you, why am I a man?"

"It really shouldn't be." Everyone laughed.

"I understand your feelings very much. But I am also very worried. I am afraid that you will not want to see me if you are disappointed. He hesitated for a long time. I wanted to hide it from you, but I didn't give up. In addition, I am a very honest person. I have never lied to anyone..."

"How long?" Everyone laughed.

"...I can't lie to you anymore, the light in my heart."

"Okay, praise hard, praise is the place."

"...Mr. Fang, I told you the truth, you must not punish me for telling the truth..."

"If you don't punish you, who will you punish?"

"...I'm all pointing at you now."

"It's broken, isn't it?"

"I have made up my mind to dedicate myself to literature. I left home yesterday to look for you, and today I am at the end of my rope. I have no food, water, or money in my pocket. Please prepare some money and food stamps, maybe. One day I will appear in front of you skinny and ragged... If you don't save me, I will crash and die in front of you!"

"My God!" The crowd laughed and shoved me, "Let's see what you do."

"I don't care whoever provokes Lou Zi is responsible. If he feels fooled, I'll crash him to death with him." I laughed and quarreled, and when I saw Baokang still sitting there, I hurriedly said, "Don't make a fuss, don't make a fuss Now, let Baokang continue. This is business."

"Now you are hurting a cold heart." Baokang said.

"Really? That's too inappropriate."

"I'm sorry for you. To be honest, I really want to help you—there's nothing I can do."

"It's okay. I don't blame you if I can't help you, as long as you feel it."

"It's a historical misunderstanding for you to be writers."

"Yes, I misunderstood. We should farm and work, and let you be home."

"I don't know what you think. There are many wonders in the world. Even the cleaners and the excavators are dissatisfied. Why don't you contribute so much? Why don't you go to take our jobs? We are doing well. You take a bite and I take a bite."

"Blame us, blame us. You are polite and we regard your politeness as a blessing."

"Reflect on yourself. The road of life is wasted and the years are wasted. If you make a mistake, you will be hated forever. Rein in the precipice and make up for it. If you make mistakes, you must correct them-anyway, that's what it means. I can't think of any more words."

"You give us a clear way, this time we will listen to you."

"I'm also in a mess. What I said just now seems like no one has said that to me in the past few years."

"Did you say it with your fists pumped, or did you write big letters on the wall?"

"I can't remember, maybe I said it to myself."

"Don't care who said it, don't care who you said it to, as long as there is such a thing."

"That's right, the experience of history should keep in mind that ugly words are in the head and don't mean that the words are unpredictable. Don't mix it up here, first ask about the rules. How much crime we have suffered, and how much effort we have made to form this unbreakable suffering. Impression of Christ—in the eyes of the world, you spill dog’s blood as soon as you come up, no big or small, no dignity or lowly—can I not be in a hurry with you?”

"Yes, it's not easy to blow it out. The Qinghong Gang still has a seniority. The old ones take life and death from the young ones... It's true that we are too careless."

"Go back and reflect on yourself, how to do it better next step. It's not that I'm a good boy, why bother? Brothers who are not stupid and sticky, why do you have to be a writer? I just don't know anything else, otherwise I would have gone to Gao Zhier early. What’s so good about this stuff? It’s a pain in the ass and heart, haha, few people who write serious things in their life, they are all used as firewood—I have a son, and I will definitely not allow him to be a writer.”

"Your words are really heartfelt, which really makes us think deeply. It seems that we have to think carefully about the way we will go in the future."

"Think about it carefully, think about it upside down, think about it upside down, don't rush to give you time-call me when you think about it."

After Baokang left, we hurried home and couldn't wait to go to bed anxiously.I slept from noon until evening, and then I woke up one after another, refreshed and happy.We found a good restaurant and had a hearty meal. Fatty Wu almost vomited blood.Then, delegate me to call Baokang.I lazily dialed Baokang’s phone number with a toothpick in my mouth. When Baokang heard that it was me, he was very excited:

"How is it? Have you considered it?"

"After thinking about it," I said, "we have decided to continue to stand firmly with you, shoulder to shoulder and arm in arm."

"what?"

"We thought about it, the more miserable you are, the more we can't leave you alone. We people have nothing but righteousness."

"So," Baokang muttered, "are you so determined to harm us that you can't stop it?"

"Yes, share weal and woe, live and die together, and don't cry out for injustice when you are beaten to death."

"If this is the case, then I will formally inform you that tomorrow morning at [-] o'clock, the court will be held in Boxche Court, and you, Liu Huiyuan, Wu Fatty, and Ding Xiaolu will appear in court to accept the questioning of the 'Literature Qualification Review Committee'." Baokang solemnly said Said, "It's too late to regret it now."

"See you tomorrow."

The majestic trial hall of the Box Car Court.The stepped auditorium is filled with idlers of various teachings and classes, watching the excitement.The four of us huddled together in the wooden cage on the dock, like the younger "Gang of Four" in cartoons who were grabbed by the people's hands.On the high judgment platform, sat a fat man, a tall and thin man with a bald forehead, small glasses and two women.Baokang sat on one side of the clerk's seat, looking at us with the most righteous indignation.He muttered in a voice that only he could hear: "Be honest! See if you are still being honest! You deserve it, you deserve it! Let you make trouble!"

"Now, the court is in session." The big fat man opened his arms, waved a paper fan, leaned on the back of the chair with his chest folded, looked around at his colleagues, looked at us lazily, and dragged his voice, "Defendant, According to the document, you have the right to defend yourself, should you find someone to defend yourself or ask the court to appoint a defender for you?"

"Be yourself," I said. "We can defend ourselves, but what about you? Don't you need someone to defend?"

"we do not need."

"Isn't that fair? We can defend you but we can't."

"It doesn't matter, we are always right anyway." The big fat man said confidently, "Defendant, Baokang, a jobless vagrant, sued you for having no equipment, no funds, and thirdly, writing literature without approval. .Do you have anything to say?"

"That's right, I sued." When the fat man asked, Baokang said excitedly, "What's the matter? I just sued, what can you do to me?"

I answered the big fat man's question: "We think Baokang's accusation is untenable. Literary writing is a trivial skill, and anyone can use it to relieve boredom after dinner. It's like playing chess and walking a bird. It's just a hobby. Why take photos?"

"He's not telling the truth." Baokang retorted anxiously, "They've long since stopped boredom. They're writing professionally. Isn't that a trick?"

"Happy to relieve boredom, I do it once in a while. This court will not ask about it. But I have a salary and write privately to seek people's money. This needs to be specially approved. Defendant, do you guys have a proper job?"

"Nothing. The younger ones are also jobless, relying on the sky for food, and being good at writing is also a means of survival. Could it be that Baokang can write so that we can't write?"

"That's right, they are all vagrants. If you can write, others can't?" The fat man led his followers to look at Baokang.

"Your Excellency is confused." Baokang stumbled anxiously, "How did I come across such a meaty head?"

"Hey, why are you scolding my lord?" I immediately pointed out to the fat man, "He scolded you just now!"

"What are you scolding me for?" The big fat man was quick-witted, and immediately sat upright, with a gloomy face, glaring at Baokang, and shouted, "You scold me again."

"I didn't, how dare I, I said I was confused, I was stupid, such a few half-sentences can't be clearly explained to adults, let the villain take advantage of the loopholes."

"Just scold him, don't be afraid to admit it." We all talked about Baokang.

The big fat man stared at him like a tiger, sitting upright like a bell.

Baokang couldn't argue, "Okay, I deserve to die? I'm going to slap myself, I shouldn't scold you." Baokang looked up at the top, "Forgive me this time."

"Let me write it down for you now." The big fat man said seriously, "After the fall, settle the score. Now state your reasons."

Baokang was dejected and glared at us bitterly.

"What's the matter? Do you still dare to retaliate?" We asked sharply.

Baokang didn't dare to pester him, so he rushed forward with a changed smile and said, "Although the young one is also a vagrant, there is a distinction between the vagrant and the vagrant. The ancestors of the young one just idled around, carrying cages and birds, singing poems and watching the moon. The younger generation doesn't learn well, eats, drinks, whores, gambles, and does everything. Although the family is poor, but has the roots of wisdom, becoming a writer is a matter of course. At any rate, there is no hope for children who study at home, but they can teach a library. More than enough. But what about them? What are they? The ancestors begged for food, and the children and grandchildren still need food. If the whole family can read the characters of Dou Da, they can’t get a basket. Such a fart-like thing dares to call itself a writer. It’s really embarrassing to the world’s scholars .”

"Yeah." The big fat man turned to us, waving his fan, "You guys are messing around too, you can't read and you're some kind of writer."

"Who says we can't read?" We said together, "It's the people's praise for us to be educated and rich with ink."

"Your Excellency must know an allegorical saying, Confucius moved—it's just a book." Fatty Wu said to the fat man, "This Confucius is my nickname, and the people call it that out of respect."

"Don't brag! How shameless!" Baokang booed in his seat.

"It's the first time I've heard you say that." The fat man glanced at Baokang, who immediately fell silent, "This grandson's coaxing makes sense—what's your nickname?"

"It's really called Confucius." Fatty Wu pointed to the auditorium, "If you don't believe me, ask them if they all call it that?"

The big fat man turned his gaze to the auditorium: "Is there such a thing?"

"Yes, indeed." Ma Qing stood up respectfully from the auditorium, "It's okay for us to call this fat man Confucius. He is the second child, and he is also an illegitimate child."

"My lord, don't listen to him." Baokang leaned forward and yelled at him, "They're all in the same boat, and they're hooked on each other. How can the truth be found out that these shameless people are so shameless that they don't want to be punished."

"Can you fight?" the big fat man asked the tall and thin ones.None of them expressed their opinion, "You can do what you want, and I will give you an order."

"I'm not stupid, I gave this order?" The big fat man had a weather-beaten look on his face, and he was not confused about major affairs in the city, "Listen, defendant, since your nicknames are all Confucius, then I'm going to test you .”

"You are not allowed to whisper." The tall and thin Leng Ding interjected, "Anyone who asks an answer, no discussion is allowed."

"Just take the test, what's the matter?" We laughed, "Can it make you stumped?"

"What are you talking about?" Baokang pointed at our mouth and said, "What's wrong with us?"

"Nothing!" we yelled at him. "Chewing Gumbo."

"You have four mouths to bully me with one mouth, right?"

"What are you yelling all the time?" The big fat man impatiently reprimanded Baokang, "You're the only one who is annoying and has no eyesight. What's the matter with you right now? If you keep yelling, I'll throw you out."

Baokang froze: "Okay, I won't talk about it."

"You should be dumb for a while." The big fat man gave him a hard look, and said to us in an official tone:

"Listen to my first question, what is the ABC of literature?"

"Time, place and people." Fatty Wu answered quickly, very proudly, "Is it necessary to talk about DE? You can also talk about Z."

"No, let's go to C. What is a novel?"

"It's said in the comic book." I also rushed to answer.The audience roared with laughter.I blushed and said repeatedly, "Wrong, wrong."

"Let me answer this question." Ding Xiaolu said, "A novel is a word game in which famous writers can be free and unconstrained, but newcomers must follow the rules."

"Give me a 'hello'." I indicated to the gallery.

"Hey - good!" Yang Zhong lowered his head and covered his face and shouted angrily.Everyone looked back, and he looked back innocently, and the collective eyes fell on Gudebai who was sitting in the last row.So anxious that Gu Debai repeatedly defended:
"It's not what I yelled, it wasn't what I yelled."

Everyone just watched him silently.

Seeing Gudebai, the fat man said with a frosty face, "Gu, please leave the court."

"I really didn't yell." Gudebai got up and smiled at the big fat man, "I was asleep just now."

"Throw it out!" The big fat man's face sank, he turned to one side, and said, "I don't know my self-respect."

Gudebai was escorted out by several people, shaking his head and sighing all the way.

"The third question..." Before the fat man finished speaking, the tall and thin man took the lead, "What qualities do you need to write a good novel?"

The fat, thin and tall man glanced at him: "What are the basic skills of a writer?"

"Speaking and learning to sing." Liu Huiyuan replied, "You have to be interested in everything, and you can't do anything well. The buttocks must be heavy - you can sit still; your eyes must be sharp - good things will not be missed; your face must be thick - the filth of eight generations of ancestors Inquire about everything; keep your feet on the ground—dodge the guns just in time."

"It's kind of interesting." The big fat man and the bald man with small glasses exchanged glances, but skipped the tall and thin one, "It seems that they are not completely ignorant."

"What standard is used to distinguish good novels from bad novels?" The tall and thin man continued to ask calmly.

The big fat man pouted angrily.

"Let me draw the line." Ding Xiaolu said, "What I like is the masterpiece of the ages, and what I don't like is the bullshit."

"Just say it directly—to the author?" The fat man asked critically.

"Good things can be said directly, and it doesn't matter if they are overdone." Ding Xiaolu replied calmly, "Bad things can only be said secretly, and at best it can only be used as a sign of regret to the author."

"I have obtained the true meaning of literature." The thin and tall man praised sincerely.

"Not good!" The big fat man retorted coldly, "Why can't you say bad things in person? Why do you feel sorry? This is too tender, and good words can't be thrown out with a gun and a stick? He has always been fearless, scolding him makes him think that he is praising him, and he is grateful."

"The fifth question..." The big fat man and the tall and thin man asked at the same time.

The two looked at each other with infinite meaning in their eyes.The big fat man looked menacing, tall and thin, smiled timidly and politely, "You ask, you ask."

"The fifth question... what do I want to ask?" The big fat man was interrupted, and for a moment he forgot what was on his lips, so he passed the thin and tall man and asked the little glasses instead.

"You want to ask if you are given a certain amount of power, what will you support and what will you fight against?" The tall and thin man attacked at the right time decisively, choked the fat man, and threw out his own problems as the fat man's private goods.

"If you give me a certain amount of power." I talked with confidence in the attitude of a strong man, "then of course I will follow me and those who oppose me will perish! It doesn't matter what form or thought content. As long as the buddies support, it is true. If you have to fight, you hold it up high and let it fall lightly. Those who disagree with me and those who disrespect me will hit hard and never show mercy—by the way, your fifth and fourth questions are a bit Repetition expresses an emotion and a spirit."

"We have discovered this a long time ago." The big fat man said to me angrily, "You don't need to talk too much. The sixth question..."

The big fat man stopped to look at the tall and thin, and the tall and thin pretended not to see him, sipping tea.The fat man snorted, and the tall and thin man smiled proudly.

"The sixth question," asked the big fat man, "what is your favorite literary work? Which literary works have the greatest influence on your creation?"

"Your work is our favorite!" We said in unison, "Your work has the greatest influence on our creation."

"I like it even if I haven't seen it! I haven't seen it and it has the greatest impact!" We said in unison again.

"Okay, okay, it's not hard for you." The big fat man said cheerfully, "The question is over, let's start making sentences."

The tall and thin smiled contemptuously, and drifted away from the table.The big fat man didn't even look at him, acting graceful and magnanimous.

"Now let's start making sentences." The big fat man leaned forward on the table and said enthusiastically.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." A woman who was sitting on the side without saying a word held up five fingers like onion tips, turned her face to ask the big fat man to speak: "Can I ask a few questions?"

"Yes, yes." The big fat man smiled charmingly at this pink face, and said, "Just mention it."

The pink face turned to us, and immediately put on a layer of frost: "I want to ask a few questions specifically for Dialect. What is your favorite color?"

"Red." Ding Xiaolu answered for me.

"As I said just now, I'm just asking a few questions specifically for the dialect, so don't let others interrupt." The pink-faced man said without looking at Ding Xiaolu, and said with a deflated mouth.

"Red," I said, "the color of the Republic."

"What is your motto in life?"

"A peacock with its tail open is pretty, but when you turn it around, it's an asshole."

The auditorium roared with laughter.The pink face closed its eyes and pursed its mouth indifferently, as if enduring a cloud of dust that suddenly fell on its face.

"What do you love most?"

"To see the unlucky of those who are never unlucky."

"I'm asking what you love most, not what you most wish for."

"I love myself the most, and next I love my wife, daughter, family and friends."

"What do you hate most?"

"I hate it so much that I laugh at the people I hate!"

I bared my teeth and smiled at the pink face, the pink face rolled my eyes, and said to the big fat man, "Old fat man, I'm done asking my questions, thank you."

"Thank you." I bowed courteously below, and stood upright solemnly.

"Now let's start making sentences." The big fat man looked around seriously and said seriously, "The first sentence word: disguise."

Fatty Wu stepped forward and blurted out without hesitation: "May Day is here, and people all over the country dress up in disguise."

"Okay!" There was a strange cry from the auditorium, and then burst into laughter.Fatty Wu returned the salute to the audience in a very gentlemanly manner and called the curtain call.

"The second sentence-making word: catch all in one go."

"Either don't fight, or catch them all."

"Fifty steps and a hundred steps."

"When the bride gets on the sedan chair, she laughs at the first fifty steps and cries after the hundred steps."

"Extraordinary goods to live in."

"The boss has rare items that can be stored in the counter."

"It's appalling."

"They were horribly thin."

"Wonderful."

"We're fabulously fat."

"Attention, let's start to make more complicated sentences: because...so..."

"Because you don't know."

"Who doesn't know why?"

"Everyone thinks they are smart, but they don't know who doesn't know why."

"I ask you who doesn't know why?"

"I ask you who doesn't know, so you don't tell me."

"Bullshit!"

"He's messing around."

"I won't tell you—don't interrupt me! Remake because... so..."

"Because I got carried away."

"It's about the same." The big fat man's face softened a little, but his anger still lingered, and he pointed at Wu fat man, "I think you are a bit fat and talented, and you have the charm of my youth. The old man is in high spirits today. I want to compete with you to roll through the curtain."

"Roll the curtain? What kind of curtain to roll?" Fatty Wu looked around, "Competing with me?"

"Just say the words first, sentence after sentence, and add weight layer by layer."

Ding Xiaolu in our bundle understands: "Backgammon means."

"Understood, isn't it just pulling strings and shit? Come on." Fatty Wu was gearing up, ready to fight.

"Be more polite." I tugged on Fatty Wu's sleeve underneath.

"For a martial arts competition." Fatty Wu said confidently, "If I let him go, that would be an insult to him."

"It's starting, boy." The big fat man said, "First."

Fatty Wu continued: "Idiot."

"First in the world."

"Idiot number one."

"I am number one in the world."

"I'm the number one idiot."

"I'm not number one in the world."

"Not only am I the number one idiot."

"Dare to say that I am not number one in the world."

"Who says it's not just me who is the number one idiot."

"Who dares to say that I am not number one in the world."

"Which of you says that I'm not the only one who is the number one idiot."

"Let's see who dares to say that I am not number one in the world."

"Ask any of you who say I'm not the only stupid one."

"I want to see who dares to say that I am not number one in the world."

"He's always trying to ask any of you to say that I'm not the only one who's the number one fool."

Fatty Wu was very proud, and he looked up and asked, "Are you still coming? How are my ups and downs?"

"You really don't have eyesight." I criticized Fatty Wu, "You ruined everyone's affairs just for the sake of it, can't you see that your brother is going to be in a hurry?"

I smiled sweetly and said to the big fat man: "My lord is indeed Lao Jiang, with a brilliant literary talent, which makes the little one like drinking nectar. The little one is ready to move, and I also want to roll back the curtain with the lord, and discuss some tricks with the lord."

"Man!" The big fat man suddenly said a word sullenly.

"Wolf." I lowered my eyebrows and smiled complacently.

"Good old man."

"The big bad wolf."

"A kind old man."

"The vicious big bad wolf."

"A kind and kind old man."

"Cunning and vicious big bad wolf."

"I am a kind, kind, good old man."

"You are a treacherous and vicious wolf."

The big fat man's nose was not his nose and his face was not his face. He fell and beat, and the air in the court suddenly became tense: "Praise me for being a kind and kind old man."

"Admit that you are a cunning and vicious wolf." I remained unmoved, smiling as before.

"Everyone praises me as a kind and kind old man."

"Don't admit that you are a cunning and vicious wolf."

"I've heard almost the entire crowd praise me as a kind, kind, good old man."

"It is reported that the vast majority of people do not recognize you as a cunning and vicious wolf."

I did it in one go, the big fat man smiled and said kindly:
"It's because you're smart that they are divided among the three of them. This is called a couplet. It's so neat and complementary. Would you like to draw up another horizontal script? I'll find someone to write it out, frame it, and hang it on our door later."

"The horizontal batch is called: 'What a nice person', how about it?"

"Isn't it a little white?" The big fat man said humbly, "There is such a sticker on our door, who can see it and not treat it as a melon stall? My wife happens to be surnamed Wang."

"Call it: 'Quality Assurance'."

"It's not good, it's still white."

"White is white, but this is the voice of our hearts. The masses are always very simple, and all good and bad words are foul words."

"Think about it again, is there anything else good?"

"'Choose one in a hundred'? 'Where can I find it'? No, no, too many words."

"I drew up one myself. Listen to it: 'Everyday Upward'."

"Wonderful, wonderful." I clapped my hands and laughed, "Such four characters are more appropriate. Now that the four characters have been published, I feel that all other tens of thousands of Chinese characters are all vulgar. There is no need to change it, just write it like this and stick it on the door."

"The door is too vulgar." Unwilling to be lonely, Baokang groaned bitterly, "In my opinion, it would be better to build a memorial archway just for these four characters."

At this time, the tall and thin man walked back to his seat.He sat down proudly, with a posture of being pure and invincible.Leisurely said:
"It seems that these boys have passed the test safely?"

"Do you have an opinion?" The fat man stared.

"I have no objection, what can I have? It's all in the past. My Dharma Protector Tianzun is just a display to scare the kid."

"Should I ask for the opinions of the other people?" I respectfully turned to the bald-headed glasses, "We also want to listen to the teachings of the other respected teachers."

"You don't need to ask them, they are just decorations." The big fat man waved his hand proudly, and said in front of those people, "It's useless to ask them, anyway, I have the final say. If you have anything to do tomorrow, just call me and come to my house Come and play, I think you are pleasing to the eye, and you are also pleasing to their eyes."

"Definitely." We said together, "If it doesn't go your way, it's fine, if it goes your way."

"What are you still doing here?" The big fat man remembered Baokang and yelled at him, "Could it be that you are so wicked to falsely accuse these rookies of literature? Tell you, if I am here, you will never succeed."

"I, I want to talk to you in private." Baokang said pitifully.

"Don't talk about it!" The big fat man slapped the table, "Dare to scold me——I will engrave you for the rest of my life!"

The big fat man led the crowd to stand up, and announced with a raised eyebrow:
"The hearing in this court is over, and now the judgment begins..."

"Guys, do you want to turn the tide?" Out of the court, we were very proud and accepted the congratulations from Yu Guan, Yang Zhong, and the others like a triumphant hero.

Yang Zhong shook my hand and said, "Brothers, you are really good. You are not afraid of an idea when you are in danger. If you are a hooligan, we are far behind."

"For such a great achievement, you have to treat yourself."

"Please treat me." I greeted everyone with a smile, "Let's go together."

Baokang stood at the side with shy eyebrows, and wanted to strike up a conversation several times, but was shooed away by Ma Qingwu: "Stay away, don't find us to beat you."

"No, buddies, I am also a hooligan." Baokang begged, "Let's hooligans not care too much about hooligans."

"Hey! Who's the rascal?" I jumped out of the crowd and scolded Bao Hong, "We are literati now."

There was a wonton pick on the side of the road, and a large group of us squatted and drank wontons.I drank profusely and said to everyone:
"Let's go. I'll pay the money after drinking—the shopkeeper's, and another bowl."

I squatted down and drank wontons slowly.Seeing everyone walking away one after another, the shopkeeper was adding soup to the pot—put down the bowl, and ran away...

(Originally published in "Chinese Writers" Issue 1989, 4)
(End of this chapter)