Chapter 52 Postscript Childhood dreams are all useful

Reading Jin Yong's novels is sometimes a "bloody" thing.Yes, you read that right, these three words are not an exaggeration at all.For example, when I was in middle school, there was a murder about Jin Yong in a class upstairs. There were three or four Jin Yong fans in that class. They hid the pirated Sanlian Jin Yong novels in a drawer and were caught by the female class teacher.At that time, unlike now, there were pocket books for novels, and they could also be read on computers and mobile phones. At that time, there were only large books. The furious female teacher ordered them to write a guarantee letter and never look at Jin Yong again.It's nothing, but the last sentence is the last sentence - you must bite your finger and press bloody fingerprints on the guarantee letter.

Those rammed goods really started to bite, and they all chose the fingers that they thought were the least painful, some bit their thumbs, some bit their middle fingers.It may be difficult for children today to understand this, but in the minds of stupid children at that time, if the teacher said to bite, then they must bite. A few rammed goods gnawed for a long time and still didn't bleed from the bite. They almost cried and said: Teacher, I really can't break through the bite!The female teacher is dubious: Don’t the bloody handprints on TV dramas break if you bite them casually?Then something even more terrifying happened.I don't remember whether it was the female teacher who came up with it herself, or some fucking class leader suggested it - since it can't be bitten, use a knife.

A chilling atmosphere permeated the entire classroom.The female teacher really got a small knife, the kind that sharpens pencils.The knife was blunt and rusty—a rusty spring knife. The first person to be selected for surgery was a classmate named Lu.He has a strong body and seems to be able to take a knife.But what happened later proved that both the female teacher and classmate Lu obviously underestimated the lethality of cold weapons on the human body. Classmate Lu was honest and honest, he cut his finger belly with a knife.The moment the blood came out, he collapsed and screamed, his face turned pale in an instant, and he was on the verge of falling.

The frightened female teacher lost the courage to continue the torture, and hurriedly ordered Lu to be sent to the school hospital.The latter few "prisoners" narrowly escaped death, were pardoned by the "Emperor's Grace", and were all released. The team escorting Lu happened to pass by my window.As the leader of Jinxue at that time, I couldn't help him, only his pale face like a dead ghost is still fresh in my memory. When I say this today, my intention is not to expose how cruel the female teacher is.I just want to say that this is the price of watching Jin Yong.

At that time, people who read books under the covers with a flashlight only understood the price.There are no rebroadcasts of martial arts TV dramas, no waiting for expiration, and only one episode per day. The setting of Peach Blossom Island in the TV series is more fake than many escape rooms nowadays, but we can not miss a single episode from beginning to end. We are studying various issues in the novel, such as: Why is the title of the book even though there is no "Jade Blood Sword" in the book?Can girls practice "Sunflower Collection"?Can we secretly order Shougongsha for our female students?

However, unconsciously, people grow up. We began to feel that Jin Yong’s novels were pedantic—the love view in the book was more conservative than most modern novels; One cannot be taught to succeed in today's competitive world. We seem to have begun to understand what the female teacher wanted to tell us with a knife: your childhood hobbies are meaningless, and the things you liked when you were young cannot support you; the girls you liked when you were young are not true love. So, childhood dreams were packed up and stuffed into the bottom of the bookcase.We try to learn some things that we hated when we were young, and be the people we hated when we were young.The knife of the female teacher guides us forward.

When I graduated from college, I suddenly realized that in order to support myself, I had to find a job. There is a company that recruits a manuscript writer.I was about to go, but found myself facing a problem-I couldn't convince people that I could make manuscripts.I learned a bunch of things that I hated when I was a kid, but people don't care. After thinking about it, I took a stack of books to go. It was a set of novels about fighting and killing when I was in college.I only have ten sets of sample booklets, which I sent left and right before, and there are only a few incomplete copies left.

As a result, the company accepted me.Only then did I discover a surprising fact: the interest in being stabbed when I was a child actually supported me.It turns out that childhood dreams are really useful. As time went on, this feeling became stronger: Many things that I believed in when I was young, and those things that were once shaken, turned out to be true! For example, the ideal of life is to be able to read idle books as you like - now I feel more and more that this goal is indeed very lofty; for example, marrying a wife like Huang Rong - it is a conscience, finding a wife who is good at cooking is really better than anything else; For example, when I was young, I liked Niu—looking back, it was definitely true love!

We are ashamed of our childhood selves.It is we who have changed our original intentions and bent ourselves. While being blasted by the society, we are still complacent. If my past self, that ten-year-old boy, came to me and asked me: Where did you get my dream?How do I answer?Sorry, I packed it up and stuffed it in a corner? The complete works of Jin Yong and various comic strips of martial arts that I saved up when I was a child have long since been blown away, and I don't know where they got them.Times are changing fast, and things are decaying rapidly, but I believe that no matter what form they have become and exist in this world, the books I lost will still be awesome.

Of course, we don’t pursue martial arts TV dramas anymore, because the old ones are too crude and the new ones are too silly, and we are getting impatient to watch them.I seldom re-read the original work from scratch. It is really difficult to have a whole free afternoon to rework a book. But this does not prevent us from unpacking our hidden burdens, dusting off our hearts, and reliving our youthful dreams. Come on, let us finish this bowl of chicken soup, pack up our ideals, and start on the road again.