Literary Master 1978

Cha Haisheng said in a muffled voice: "I am also a student of Yanda, and I am a sophomore this year!"

Lin Chaoyang was a little surprised to hear his words, and looked at him in surprise, "I am so sorry."

Seeing Lin Chaoyang's sincere apology, Cha Haisheng's mood improved again.

"I am your reader." He said.

"Oh." Lin Chaoyang nodded.

Lin Chaoyang's identity as a writer is not a secret in Yanda. Most Yanda students are proud of their status and rarely chat with him, but they will meet him from time to time.

He said "Oh" and stopped talking, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.

"I read your "Death of Van Gogh" two days ago. This novel is very well written, better than many novels I have read..."

When Cha Haisheng praised "Death of Van Gogh", his face was a little excited, and he talked endlessly.

Lin Chaoyang stood there patiently listening to him. After a long time, Cha Haisheng reacted and showed a shy look.

"Sorry, I get carried away when I talk about novels."

Lin Chaoyang smiled and said, "It's okay. From what you said, you must have read a lot of books, right?"

Cha Haisheng nodded. Since entering Yanda, his reading volume has greatly increased compared to when he was in high school.

However, after entering last year, he still focused on the books in his major.

It was not until he read "Lai Zi's Summer" in April this year that his interest in Western literature, thought, and philosophical works was fully opened, and he focused his main reading energy on literature and philosophy.

"What books have you read?" Lin Chaoyang asked curiously.

"I read all kinds of books, including Hegel, Freud, Maslow, Huntington, Thoreau... I read all their books."

Cha Haisheng said more than a dozen names in one breath, as if he was showing off. Many of them were not only writers, but also philosophers.

In recent years, foreign classics and literary works have flooded into China. Many young literary people are like hungry and thin sheep, flocking to experience this surging spring tide, and accepting all foreign thoughts and works.

The young man in front of him... let's call him a young man, he looks about 16 or 17 years old. Lin Chaoyang kindly said: "You should read less books like Hegel."

"Why?"

Cha Haisheng thought that he would be impressed by Lin Chaoyang when he said these names, but he didn't expect the other party to say such a sentence. He asked unconvincedly.

Lin Chaoyang did not answer his question, but asked: "How old are you this year?"

Cha Haisheng felt a sense of contempt for his youth from Lin Chaoyang's words, and he was very angry.

"16 years old." He answered stiffly.

"16 years old..." Lin Chaoyang pondered, "At your age, it's too early to read those metaphysical books. Just read some literary works, such as Hugo and Dumas."

"I have already read Hugo and Dumas." Cha Haisheng rushed to say, with a bit of provocation in his eyes.

He can go to college at the age of 16, his IQ must be far beyond ordinary people, and it is not surprising that he reads a lot of books.

Lin Chaoyang ignored Cha Haisheng's provocative eyes and praised: "It seems that he has read a lot of books."

His praise made Cha Haisheng, who was shouting, happy again, and he said happily: "I also read poems by poets such as Yeats, Eliot, Baudelaire and Auden, and I have read a lot of the recently popular obscure poems..."

Cha Haisheng's performance was like a child who got 100 points in the test and couldn't wait to show off to his parents. He talked for a while before reacting and finally said: "These books are just for reading."

Lin Chaoyang nodded slightly and didn't say anything else.

The 16-year-old college student in front of him was still childish. He came to see him just because he had eaten eggs and wanted to see the old hen. It was difficult for the two of them to find a topic to talk about. It was considered to be worthy of this enthusiastic reader to deal with him for a while.

"Eh?" A female voice suddenly came from the side.

Lin Chaoyang turned his head and saw Tao Yumo looking at them in surprise.

"Brother-in-law, Xiao Cha, what are you talking about?"

When Cha Haisheng saw Tao Yumo, his muscles tensed up, and his cleverness just now disappeared in an instant.

"I... I just finished reading "The Death of Van Gogh" and came to exchange feelings." Cha Haisheng said stutteringly.

Since entering school, the classmates in the class knew that Tao Yumo was the daughter of a professor at Yan University, and her brother-in-law was the writer Xu Lingjun.

In Cha Haisheng's view, she was the kind of proud daughter of heaven. In addition, Tao Yumo's outstanding appearance made him feel a sense of distance that he needed to look up to.

"Is that so?" Tao Yumo nodded and asked him again: "Almost everyone in the class has left. When are you leaving?"

Cha Haisheng replied: "In the next two days."

"Then I wish you a safe journey."

Lin Chaoyang asked Tao Yumo: "Why did you come to the library?"

"What else can I do? Read books. Tao Xiwen and Tao Xiwu, those two rascals, are making a scene at home. I can't stay at home anymore."

Cha Haisheng saw Tao Yumo and Lin Chaoyang chatting and quietly left the library.

He went to the library today because he wanted to chat with his idol on a whim. Now that he had finished chatting, it was time to leave.

"Is this kid your classmate?" Lin Chaoyang asked, looking at Cha Haisheng's back.

"Yes, he is the youngest in our department."

When Cha Haisheng chatted with him before, Lin Chaoyang didn't realize it until Tao Yumo called him just now.

Last name: Cha, 16 years old, short.

"What's his name?"

"Cha Haisheng, what's wrong?"

It was him.

"Nothing. Just now when we were chatting, your classmate said that he likes to read philosophical works. He is too young and his mind is not sound yet. It is not good to read such books all the time."

Tao Yumo asked puzzledly: "Philosophical books are very nutritious. My classmates around me are also reading them."

Lin Chaoyang shook his head, "What do you mean by nutritious and what do you mean by unnutritious? Beef is nutritious, but can you feed it to a child who has not been weaned?"

His metaphor suddenly woke Tao Yumo up, and her expression was thoughtful.

"Chinese people say that young people should not read Water Margin, and old people should not read Romance of the Three Kingdoms. It is true that reading can enlighten one's mind, but it can also affect one's mind.

At your age, once you put all your energy on those illusory things, it is easy to get stuck in them and go astray."

Tao Yumo wanted to admit that her brother-in-law was right, but she felt uncomfortable listening to Lin Chaoyang's tone.

He was obviously not a few years older than her, but he pretended to be an old man.

"Brother-in-law, why are you like an old man?"

"I'm speaking from my heart."

Lin Chaoyang sighed. He had the most contact with Yan University students all day. Although many students were older than him, they were far inferior to people of the same age in later generations in terms of social maturity.

"Love specific people, not abstract people. Love life, not the meaning of life." He said lightly.

Tao Yumo, who was standing by, immediately felt that he was impressed. Brother-in-law was indeed a writer. He said such profound words casually.

"Brother-in-law, you said it very well!"

Lin Chaoyang looked at her speechlessly, "You can read some books! Is this what I said? This is what Dostoevsky said."

Hearing his ridicule, Tao Yumo felt her face burning and said coquettishly: "I'm not studying Chinese, how can I know this gay and that gay?"

In fact, Tao Yumo is not really unlearned. How can college students not be literary youths these days?

It's just that her reading volume is not that high in comparison.

The two chatted casually for a few words, Tao Yumo went to the study room to read, and Lin Chaoyang continued to work.

When it was almost time to get off work, Hong Zicheng came to the library to find Lin Chaoyang.

"Chaoyang, come to my house after get off work?"

"Something?" Lin Chaoyang asked.

Hong Zicheng said: "Nothing. Xie Mian and I happened to read your new novel these two days, and I want to discuss it with you."

"Okay, I'll go to your house after get off work."

After get off work, Lin Chaoyang came to the tube building where the lecturers of Yan University lived as promised, just next to the student dormitory building No. 32.

Turn left after entering the building, pass through the dim corridor, and there is a dormitory in the middle to the south, which is Hong Zicheng's home.

It's time for dinner now, and the public kitchen in the corridor is filled with smoke, and the whole building is filled with the aroma of food.

Hong Zicheng's home is a single room, with an area of ​​only fifteen or sixteen square meters.

When Lin Chaoyang arrived, Xie Mian was already here.

In addition to Xie Mian, several students from the Chinese Department of the 1977 class were also here, namely Chen Jiangong, Liu Zhida and Huang Ziping.

Two of the three of them were from Yenching University, and the other one had to work and study during the winter vacation.

For students of Yenching University, it is normal to visit teachers at their homes.

In particular, the dormitory of the Chinese Department is in Building 32, less than a hundred meters away from the tube-shaped building where the lecturers live.

When Lin Chaoyang arrived, the first topic naturally fell on "The Death of Van Gogh".

Hong Zicheng took out a few pages of manuscript paper, which was his review article on "The Death of Van Gogh" and planned to submit it to a literary review magazine.

The title of the article is "\u003cThe Death of Van Gogh\u003e: A Dialogue between Art and History", which reads:

The charm of "The Death of Van Gogh" comes from the author's profound interpretation of the artwork and the re-deconstruction and interpretation of Van Gogh.

This cultural journey across time and space has inspired readers' strong interest in art and history, and also shown the world the life experience of the great painter Van Gogh.

It not only brings readers deep thinking about art and faith, but also carries profound cultural values ​​and ideological connotations.

Hong Zicheng's comments are full of praise for "The Death of Van Gogh". He brought it out in front of everyone, which made Lin Chaoyang, the author of the novel, a little embarrassed.

"Brother Zicheng, you praise it too much." Lin Chaoyang said modestly.

"It's better not to praise it. How can I publish this article? How can I earn royalties?" Hong Zicheng joked.

Everyone laughed when they heard it.

It was very cold in the 39th day of the year, and the winter wind was biting. The train was slowly running on the rails. The collision of wheels and rails echoed in the empty fields, which was particularly deafening in the dark night.

In the vast darkness, only a headlight in front of the car was on, like a torch.

Cha Haisheng sat quietly on the seat outside the hard sleeper compartment. He looked at the night outside the window and could only vaguely recognize a few lonely gray trees.

He was on the evening train. It was already past nine o'clock in the evening. Although he didn't know the exact location of the train, he thought it should be in Hebei.

From the day he left his hometown, he engraved the map between Anhui and Yanjing in his mind.

Just now, he was bored on the train and flipped through "The Death of Van Gogh" again.

This was the second time he read this novel, but the touch in his heart was stronger than before.

He empathized with Aaron's devout belief in art and Van Gogh's lack of recognition.

This kind of emotion kept ripples in his heart, making him unable to calm down for a long time, and there was always a desire to talk in his mind.

He originally thought that this desire would be satisfied after meeting Xu Lingjun, the author of the novel, but this was not the case.

He cast his gaze out the window again. The dark scene in the wilderness seemed endless, and there was nothing else except the loneliness that accompanied it.

The desire to gushing in his mind made it difficult for him to restrain himself. He finally found paper and pen and wrote heavily on it:

go to the south

go to the south

There is no lover or spring in your blood

no moon

Not even enough bread

fewer friends

Just a bunch of painful children, devouring everything

Thin brother Van Gogh, Van Gogh!

The train's trembling movement on the rails made Zha Haisheng's handwriting twist, but the hot emotions in his heart finally found a place to pour into.

"Skinny Brother" is the name Zha Haisheng gave to Van Gogh himself, because in "The Death of Van Gogh" it is said that Van Gogh was thin and slender. He wrote all his laments about Van Gogh's short and painful life into the poem.

When he stopped writing and looked at the words on the paper, it was hard to believe that this was the poem he had just written.

Zha Haisheng wrote essays, reflections, and learning experiences in school, but he never wrote poetry. The genius-like poet only started writing poetry a year later.

But now, although he has never written poetry, he has read a lot. After carefully tasting it, he was inspired by it. He found that he actually wrote well.

This discovery made Zha Haisheng very happy. He did not expect that he seemed to have some talent in writing poetry.

He carefully tore off the manuscript paper and folded it. He wanted to put it in his arms, but took it out and read it again.

I haven't written my name yet, I should have a name.

He thought for a moment and then wrote a name at the top——

"Al's Sun - For My Thin Brother".

This poem was written after reading "The Death of Van Gogh". Zha Haisheng thought of Lin Chaoyang whom he had seen during the day.

You should send this poem to him.