Chapter 4 fourth quarter

I fetched my clothes and trousers, beat and shook them in the yard outside the door, fearing that there might be a bandit hiding in the seam of the clothes, and the clothes would slap and rattle, so I put them on with great doubts.I pulled him away quickly, and he had already walked outside the door, and went back in again, picked out a black stick from the kang hole that had not burned out when the kang was burned, and wrote on the wall: "Give me back my blood!" After Hui Chang finished writing, he dropped the black stick, blew out the kerosene lamp, and we walked out of the street.At that time, the sky was full of stars, and in the middle of the night in late autumn, there were bursts of chill in the damp night air.

Climb to the top of the dry ditch, and you can see the lights of the city from a distance.In the early morning, you can walk to the urban area, but you can save 20 cents in the fare. The two of us separated our pace and hurried on the edge of the countryside and the city. The two of us were striding forward, but our hearts were happy. Walking at night has its own unique charm, and our hearts are excited, like those old men in their seventies and eighties in the countryside who go to worship ancient temples and temples. The closer they are to the destination, the more vigorous their feet will be. , the power of faith condensed in my heart is simply incomparable...

I pulled Hui Chang to sit down on a back seat in the back row of the theatre.A fuchsia curtain hangs on the stage, and a microphone stands alone at the front of the stage.There is a red banner of "Learn Poetry Recital from Comrade Lei Feng" hanging on the stage. Maybe a recitation was held here a few days ago, and the banner has not been removed in time. We walked for sixty or seventy miles and almost didn't sleep all night. Now sitting on the wooden chair with the backrest, our legs and feet felt comfortable first. Although there was a feeling of tightness and tiredness all over our body, we were still in high spirits.The front of the theater was already filled with darkness, but groups of young men and women, as well as middle-aged and old people, were still pouring in through the door.Judging from the attire and demeanor, it can be seen that there are young workers, teachers and other characters among the audience, except those who do not have peasant attire.Hui Chang and I were the only ones, and we could tell at a glance that we were farmers from the countryside.He and I are home-knitted, and our hair is covered with a layer of yellow dust, which is the result of a long journey on the dirt road in the country.We didn't wear socks, and the insteps of our feet were dirty with dust.I feel constrained and alone.The cleanly dressed young men and women in the past glanced indifferently or even contemptuously at the empty seats on both sides of us, walked away, and squeezed into the clean room.

The energy gathered in my heart gradually leaked out, and I became almost desolate.God!In this city, there are so many people who come to listen to literature lectures, it can be concluded that not all of them are lovers of literature.In this large theater that can accommodate thousands of people, there must be a large number of people who are dreaming of being a writer and making practical efforts, but how many people in a thousand can become writers in the end?The lucky one out of a thousand will definitely not be me, a country bumpkin weaving homemade cloth!I was ashamed and ashamed. Really, I ran dozens of miles to listen to literature lectures with a few grain-bread pancakes that were as hard as rocks in my waist!

"Don't look at those people sitting here, all of them are full of air and grandeur, as if they are Maxim!" Hui Chang squinted at the venue arrogantly, and said in a mocking tone, "Actually You can't go there if you are better than us!" I don't know what is the basis for him to say this?I don't dare to believe it all, but I am very willing to accept words with such meaning, and the emotions when saying such words. After the bell rang, the curtain was pushed aside, and the venue gradually fell silent. A middle-aged man walked up to the microphone with a wide smile and announced the start of the report meeting.

Surprisingly, a handsome young man walked into the left side of the stage with a black wallet under his arm. He stood in front of the podium, nodded and bowed just right, and then sat down without greeting politely. Talk about the concept of prose.He is of medium height, with black hair, fair face, and two clever eyes. He is a learned scholar at first glance. The two middle-aged people sitting in the front row of me whispered to each other that the speaker was only 23 years old, had graduated from a university with a liberal arts degree, and was now the editor of the literary supplement of the provincial newspaper.I am only two years younger than him, and now I am sitting in the audience in a daze, listening to him explain the basic knowledge of literature!

I turned my head to the side, and Hui Chang was concentrating on taking notes in a small book, without my low self-esteem at all.The young editor was articulate, precise in language, rich in emotion, and free in gestures, and spoke very well.In the explanation example, he actually recited a famous Russian prose in long paragraphs... We are back on the road in the village of Nanyuanpogen where we came back, and the afternoon sun is still hot.In front of a waterwheel, a blindfolded mule dragged a wooden stick in circles. The wooden stick turned the gears, rattling, and clear water gushed out of the barrel. We washed our faces in the sink and drank After a few mouthfuls of cool well water, we are on our way again.

"This man speaks well!" Hui Chang said admiringly, "Prose is loose in form but not in spirit, and the artistic characteristics of prose can be summed up in one sentence... I think you always seem unsteady when you listen to the lecture?" "I always doubt myself." I told the truth, "I see that ninety-nine of the thousands of people here are more like writers, and I am the only one who doesn't!" "Ha! I see the opposite of you, completely opposite." Hui Chang raised his head and waved his hands, "I see that ninety-eight of the one hundred people don't look like writers, only you and me picture."

"A bit arrogant, isn't it?" "I bet you—" "What bet?" "Ten years, at most ten years, I will step on the stage of this theater to talk about creation in the name of a writer!" Hui Chang stopped suddenly and stared at me closely, not joking, "Please remember this day, I said that!" So far, I have always experienced his self-confidence, but now it has reached its peak, and it can be said to be arrogant.Rather, I feel that I should accept a part of his tigerishness for the almost deep-rooted inferiority complex that I somehow formed in my heart.I took out my notebook and really wrote down his wild words, as well as the time and place, and signed by both parties as proof.This may force him to work harder, and I also feel the urgency...

I walked into his familiar small mansion, under the kerosene lamp, I found that his expression was not right, and his anger was rough.Are you holding your breath with Xiuhua again?I secretly guessed, and couldn't help but glance at Xiuhua, her face was a bit depressed, but she didn't look like she was disgusted with him.She said calmly, you can concentrate on reading and writing, and don't get involved in other people's league branch affairs... I feel relieved, since there is no conflict between the two of them, I can sit down in the small building. "What's wrong?" I asked, "What happened?"

"Hi—damn!" Hui Chang scolded angrily. He is so optimistic, so conceited, always able to find humorous topics in any difficult situation, and I hardly ever see him holding his breath.It seems that it is impossible for any optimist to be happy from morning to night, from life to death, there will always be complicated mundane things that make him frown. "Tell me, what should I do?" He looked at me, as if asking for my opinion, about to make some important decision, "I can't stand this kind of insult! This rascal!" "What happened?" I realized the seriousness of the situation. As soon as he opened his mouth, he talked about the Communist Youth League secretary of his village, and he had conflicts with him, and it was irreconcilable... He is the first high school graduate in Huijiazhuang, and he is versatile, so he naturally becomes the core figure of Huijiazhuang youth worship.The former Communist Youth League secretary used all ridiculous and stupid means to restrict him, attack him, and even slander him.He didn't care at all, secretly amused, the Communist Youth League secretary was afraid that he would replace him as the leader of the Communist Youth League branch!He thought that it might not be difficult to replace him, but the problem was that he had no intention of stealing the position of Communist Youth League secretary, and he had his own ideals and the supreme goal of life.He sincerely assisted the Youth League Party Secretary with a low level of education to do a good job, and arranged small cultural programs for the young people.The wall newspaper he ran in the village was among the best in the evaluation of wall newspapers by the Youth League branch in the whole county, and the propaganda cadres of the league in the city wrote reports in the evening paper.The better his propaganda work was, the more envied he was by the secretary of the Communist Youth League. He even secretly reported to the secretary of the Communist Youth League Committee of the commune that he was arrogant, self-reliant on his culture, and looked down on rural youths.Because the Youth League Committee of the commune already wanted him to be a member of the propaganda committee of the Youth League branch, the secretary of the Youth League branch said a lot of things that were wrong. All these he put up with, not to care about.An incident happened the day before yesterday that caused a series of unhappiness.He goes to bed late at night, often in the middle of the night, and has to send the "emperor" once before going to bed.As usual, he walked down the Langkan, and was taking a rest under the poplar trees in the river ditch, when there was a sudden noise, and he saw two black shadows jumping into the river ditch.In the difficult years, there were often thieves in the countryside, who climbed over the wall and entered the hospital at night, leading sheep and chickens.He concluded that they were two gangsters, and chased after them until they reached the dirt bridge in the river ditch. The two climbed up the dirt road next to the small bridge one after another. The light was brighter, and he recognized that the one behind was a woman. Yes, the person running away in a hurry with his long legs in front turned out to be the secretary of the Communist Youth League. Even at night, he was very clear about his splayed-legged posture... He immediately stopped his feet, admitting that he was unlucky, and let out a long breath. He untied his belt and sent his "Emperor". The secretary of the Communist Youth League has already married a daughter-in-law, and a son was born in autumn, but he secretly engages in such romantic activities.He had already heard about it, saying that the secretary of the Communist Youth League took advantage of the eagerness of young people to join the Communist Youth League and did some dirty things.After this happened, last night, the young woman cried and told him about the dishonorable incident, but at the end she asked him to save face for her, otherwise, she would not be able to live... He fully agreed to her request Ask her to rest assured and let her go out with a calm heart. Unexpectedly, the secretary of the Communist Youth League came to see him later today, as if nothing scandal had happened. The secretary of the Communist Youth League enthusiastically came to discuss with him how to respond to the call of the Youth League Committee of the county and educate young people about class and class struggle .The secretary of the league branch talked about his idea of ​​carrying out this work one by one. He was impassioned and full of confidence. I want to add him as a propaganda committee member of the Youth League branch... He endured the anger in his stomach to send the party secretary out, and when he returned to the small building, he couldn't hold it back... "This rascal!" Hui Chang stood up and said in a condescending and contemptuous tone, "He actually used the title of propaganda committee member of the Youth League branch to bribe me!" "Such a bad thing!" I couldn't help saying. "The secretary of the Youth League Committee of the commune is a bit of a bureaucrat. He doesn't understand the reality. He thinks that I am not united with him because we are not convinced!" Hui Chang shook his head helplessly. Besides, the victimized young women couldn't stand it..." "Traveling on dark roads for a long time, there will always be times when we encounter ghosts." Xiuhua persuaded her man, "We can't do it. Let him mess around! There will always be times when something goes wrong, so we won't be hurt..." "I saw this scum doing mischief... I can't stand it!" Hui Chang punched the table, "I mainly think about the victimized woman..." "Let's wait and see!" I advised him, "When the truth comes out, how long can he be fooled?" "If it weren't for the woman's face, I would have smashed his face when I caught up with him that night!" Hui Chang clenched his fists, "This guy is twenty-six or seven years old, and he has already passed the age. In the position of party secretary, he does all kinds of bad things! This guy is also from a poor family, but he doesn't bother to hum! With a glib mouth, he is really a fucking standard image of a rogue proletarian..." "Create it in your work!" I said. "I'm sure I'm going to write about him in my work!" Hui Chang also heaved a sigh of relief and smiled, "I'm afraid it's not easy to publish such a work..." His emotions finally eased down. His new daughter-in-law, Xiuhua, was sitting at the other end of the kang, wielding scissors and thread boards... The topic of Huichang and I gradually fell into our usual hobbies.Hui Chang said that he went to the city a few days ago, and one of his cousins ​​was engaged. The cousin led the woman to Xi'an to pick up cloth, as a symbol of engagement.During the whole process of buying fabrics, the cousin foolishly followed the introducer and the girl around, being dizzy at the mercy of others, and the woman kept saying that he was too stingy, and almost broke up the marriage for spending money on buying fabrics!Hui Chang was full of emotion: "True and pure love can only be seen in movies and novels. In real life, especially in our rural areas, tickets are love! There are many tickets, and if you dare to spend money, the daughter-in-law will smile; if you are short of money , the daughter-in-law has a crooked nose and squinted eyes..." "It's just once in a lifetime, who doesn't want to buy two more good clothes?" Xiuhua interjected, "Who is as easy-talking as I am, and you can buy a few more according to your conscience..." "Oh! That's right——" Hui Chang laughed, "That's right, only the two of us have true love that is not based on money!" Xiuhua glanced sideways at her husband charmingly, and stopped talking. "After pulling the cloth and finishing the business, I went to the bookstore." Hui Chang said, "When I passed the entrance of the provincial newspaper, I stung it a few times, but I didn't dare to go in. My novel using Marlowe as a model, sent I have given them three or four months, but I still haven't heard back, and I haven't seen any rejections. These editors are so arrogant! I want to go in and ask, but I am afraid that people will look down on them, saying that such a poor thing is worth coming here. Ask! Looking at the people coming and going in and out of the gate of the newspaper office, all of them are full of air, I have been stung eight times a week, but I still dare not go in..." He also has an inferiority complex!I think.I always thought he was confident, and I rarely saw him shy and inferior.Unexpectedly, at the gate of the mysterious provincial newspaper office, he was ashamed of himself, did not dare to take a rash step, and hesitated.It seems that even a very strong person cannot get rid of the shadow and influence of his humble social status on his heart for a long time...