Chapter 43 deposit

I write articles very slowly and laboriously, so sometimes the editor asks me for a manuscript, but I can’t get it out, so he says: “You have a manuscript on file, just take one out.” As time goes by, I myself suspect that I really have Many manuscripts were stored there, and I finally decided to search for them.Sure enough, there are.I will now extract some from each article and make a brief introduction.If anyone is willing to publish it, they can ask for it by name--I'm afraid there will be no one to ask for advice. The oldest one is called "The Ideal Village in the Ideal", which was written when I was about twelve or thirteen years old.There used to be, but unfortunately lost.I still remember that the first novel was an untitled tragedy of family ethics, about a well-to-do family, surnamed Yun, married a daughter-in-law named Yue'e, and a sister-in-law named Feng'e.Her elder brother went out to do business, so Feng'e took the opportunity to plot a plan to murder her sister-in-law.After writing this, I put it aside and did not continue. I started to write a historical novel. The beginning is: "Talking about the end of the Sui Dynasty and the beginning of the Tang Dynasty." I like that time, it seems to be a booming orange-red era.I remember that this article was drafted on the blank pages of an old account book. The book was wide and short, divided into two sections, with a red note printed on the light yellow bamboo paper.I filled a sheet with ink and pen, and a relative named "Big Nephew" came and saw it—I was seven years old at the time, but there were many cousins ​​in their twenties—he said "Drink! Start writing." I felt very proud, but I only wrote this one, and I didn't have the courage to keep going.

(It seems that I have been attacking Mr. Editor since I was nine years old, but at that time when I contributed to the local supplement of "News" several times, I got a lot of news, so I stopped trying until two years ago.) After resting for a few more years, when I was studying in elementary school, I wrote a short novel for the first time.The heroine, Suzhen, was visiting the park with her lover, when suddenly a jade hand patted her on the shoulder. It turned out to be her cousin Fangting.She introduces her boyfriend to Fang Ting, which leads to a tragic love triangle.Suzhen was angry and committed suicide by throwing herself into the water.The novel was written in a notebook with a pencil, and the students read it while sleeping under the mosquito net, rubbing it back and forth, and the handwriting was blurred.The name of the heartbroken man in the book is Yin Meisheng. A classmate surnamed Yin said, "Why is his surname Yin?"I changed it back again.After repeated changes several times, the paper was worn through.This is done in private.There is a new style of writing in school, and I still remember a line of epigram: "The intoxicating spring breeze turned me into a stone statue in front of your door." "The Ideal Village in the Ideal" belongs to this period of.I can't believe I wrote it, here is the new cliché I can't bear; "On the top of the hill there is a fine dance hall. After dinner, the milky white smoke gradually fades, revealing the bright southern country You can hear the melodious music, like a peach-colored net, cast down from the top of the mountain, covering the whole mountain... There are active youth here, and some are hot and fiery hearts. There are no decadent little old people, only strong and healthy people. The silver moon wanders in the empty sky, she seems to be weeping, she hates her solitude... and that swimming pool, always like a kind old woman, smiling wrinkledly, When she saw many lively children jumping into the water like little mermaids, she burst out with great silver splashes of joy. She laughed loudly. Although she was old, her heart was forever young Yes. The children loved her, and they hoped they would live up to her expectations. They tried to be good swimmers. . . . All along the road were blooming, smiling briars, and when the wind came, they twisted, Send a bright eye wave, as if meeting a fashion show at a fashion exhibition. The clear spring flows from the crevices of the stone, flows, flows, and flows to the bottom of the mountain, forming a blue pond. Drunk the world in the south wind When you are in the boat, you can stay in the boat without rowing, let it float gently, as if afraid of waking up the sleeping pool waves, and float under the dense green weeping willows... How rich is this? What a poetic scene!"

Although I don't like Zhang Ziping, the trend of fashion, can not help but use two emotional "yo".I have a good classmate, her surname is Zhang, and I am also surnamed Zhang; she likes Zhang Ziping, and I like Zhang Henshui, and the two often argue.Later, I wrote a long chapter-back novel of pure mandarin duck school, "Modern Dream of Red Mansions".The review was drafted by my father on behalf of me, and it is quite decent. There are five chapters in total: "The vicissitudes of life change, Bao Dai lives on the first floor, chickens and dogs ascend to immortals, and Jia Lian is appointed by the king"; "; "Take care of the prodigal son and leave the boudoir, and the fake pious lover will visit the religious scriptures"; "Ping Geng Tianya is married with love, and the desolate spring road is destined to be mandarin ducks together"; "; "The hidden trap sets Kang Qu's girl in danger, and Li Ge scares the sleepwalker's heart."

At the beginning, I wrote about a photo that Baoyu received from Fu Qiufang: "Baoyu smiled and said: 'Xiren, you should cast your eyes and criticize for a while. Is she beautiful or--or sister Lin is beautiful?' Xiren slapped him heavily. He glanced at it and said, "Huh! I'll go tell Miss Lin! Use her as an analogy with people outside... Don't forget, my wife told me yesterday that the master will take a special car back to Shanghai from Nanjing tonight and tell you to go." It should be Maoer, but don't forget it, and make the master angry again." Write Jia Lian's official: "The whole room was crowded with people, even Aunt Zhao and Aunt Zhou came from the small mansion. Aunt Zhao was still pulling her sleeves and shouting with Sister Feng with a smile: "Second Grandma is so happy!" Sister Feng was smiling all over her face, and she pulled Baoyu and said, "Brother Bao, go and say congratulations to your second brother Lian." The master cultivated him and gave him a director of the railway bureau to do it!' Baoyu... squeezed in, and saw Jia Mu leaning on Concubine Yang's couch, Yuanyang squatting on a small stool and burning opium with a smoke lamp, Amber leaned Leaning on the couch and beating Jia's mother's legs... Jia Lian's heart was in full bloom at this time, and he was so happy that he forgot all the usual foreign etiquette. He took a step back and lowered his hands Come here, greet Jia Zheng respectfully, and say loudly, "Thank you, Uncle, for your cultivation.'"

Sister Feng celebrated with wine in the room, "Sitting in the chair, she looked at Ping'er and smiled and said, "You come to have fun today too, don't be too formal, just sit together and have fun!"... Three people Pass the cup and pass the cup... Jia Lian said: "I don't know how many famines have happened in the past two years, but now it's all over..." Sister Feng glanced at him and said, "If you keep the money in your hand and want to bite your hand, go and ask for two more." Just a little wife!" Jia Lian laughed loudly and said, "Don't worry, grandma. With two beauties like you, Ping'er, what kind of concubine should I ask for?" The sweetheart you never forget in your dream is in the small mansion in Qinyuan Village, why are you pretending to be hypocritical? Everyone’s heart is clear!" Jia Lian hurriedly said: "Since you went to make a fuss in the You family, I After listening to your advice, I have never been there. Ping'er can be a witness." Sister Feng said: "Besides her, you don't know how many halls you have outside! I will find out tomorrow. I will settle the account carefully with you!' Ping'er saw that the conversation between the two of them diverged again, so he hurriedly made a diversion and walked over."

Jia Zhen brought a letter saying that Second Sister You hired a lawyer to sue Jia Lian for seduction and abandonment, because he "has gained a new career, and his official reputation is important," planning to defraud him of a large sum of money.Jia Lian was unable to raise funds, "After much deliberation, I can only ask Jia Zhen for accommodation. Anyway, he also had a share in this matter at first, so forgive him for not refusing." Jia Zhen embezzled Youshi's private money Give it to him, for fear that he will default on the debt, and the excuse is to borrow from a friend.

The following is the new life fashion show hosted by the chairman's wife Jia Yuanchun, Qin Zhongzhi's elopement, Fangguan Ouguan sent by Jia's mansion to join the song and dance troupe, and is pursued by Jia Zhen, father and son and Baoyu again; sister Qiao is kidnapped; Baoyu She clamored to go abroad with Daiyu, but her family couldn't make it through, so she ran away in anger, and Mrs. Jia Muwang finally gave in. "The Xiren asked Baoyu to bid farewell to Baochai. Baoyu pushed and said, "Auntie has been giving people a bad face lately." Later, he felt uncomfortable in his heart, and asked Xiren, "Sister Bao, what did you say to me?" Xiren said: "How do I know about you?" Baoyu... let out a long sigh." Before leaving, Baodai quarreled again and broke up. There was no time to make up for it, so Baoyu had to go abroad alone. up.

This is a popular novel. On the one hand, I also write more elegant things.When I was about to graduate from middle school, I published two novels with a heavy neo-literary accent in the school magazine, and.The works that can represent the general "art-loving" urban youths describing the countryside may be commendable, but I always feel impatient after reading them: "Lu Xing stood at the door with a pipe in his mouth and his hips crossed. The rain had just stopped, and the wet thatch on the roof was dripping glisteningly. There were high and low yellow mud pools on the ground, full of green water. A few bunches of foxtail were scattered in the center of the water. , along with the water eddy, gently shaking the light chestnut tassels. The wind blowing on the face is still icy and brushes past the tip of the nose, but it seems to have a little more grass fragrance than in winter.

Lu Xing knocked the cigarette ash on the board door, tightened his waist belt, and walked towards the bullpen.Over there, the thin, early-clear sun passed through the fence, spreading rectangular shadows and lights evenly on the dirt floor.Two thin and timid little yellow chickens were shaking their sticky wings, walking around to peck and eat.Inside the cowshed, an empty sink full of dust was lying lonely, with a layer of paper on it, and dried vegetables were drying.In the corner, hay clippings still exist.One side of the fence was worn white from the itching of cows' necks when they were full of grass.Lu Xing gently put his hand on the worn-out fence, stroking the rough wood, a bitter smell slowly climbed up the bridge of his nose, blocked his throat, and tears filled his eyes. "Lu Xing sold the cattle, and there were no cattle to plow in the spring. He planned to give two chickens to the neighbors and rent a cow. Mrs. Lu Xing objected at first: "'My God!First my cow...my cow...was led away alive, and then the silver hairpin...it's the turn of these two chicks again!You are a man, you can only count my things...'"

At last the ox was borrowed, but the ox had a bad temper and was not under his control.Lu Xing pushed on slightly, the bull rushed towards him, the horn pierced his chest, and he died like this. "It was another dusk, Mrs. Lu Xing was wearing sackcloth and filial piety to send a black coffin carried by two people out. She repeatedly pressed her face to the cold coffin board, and rubbed the half-dried coffin with her messy hair. Tears filled her big tame, trembling brown eyes; and she said in a low trembling voice, "First... first my cow... my strong eater and cooker... led alive." Gone... the silver hairpin... the dowry 90% silver, the shiny silver hairpin... and then my chicken... and you... and you were carried away too...' She choked on crying— ——She felt that all the lovely things she encountered in her life had grown wings and flew away in the cool evening wind.

The yellow moon hangs obliquely over the mouth of the chimney, smothered by the smoke, the morning glory opens its pink and purple trumpet in the pile of graves, and the hound's tail rustles its sorrel tassels.The life unfolding in front of Mrs. Lu Xing is a long night—what a lonely night it would be without the sound of creaking chickens and Lu Xing's tall shadow dangling in front of the lamp! " I read Li Shifang's last year, and I was full of emotions. I wanted to write it as a novel, but because I had already written one before, the sentences that I thought were moving at the time only felt disgusting and disgusting; because I couldn't get rid of those memories, I didn't write it .That article has very little Chinese flavor, and is close to the ancient costume dramas that are popular now.Xiang Yu is the "leader of the Jiangdong Rebel Army", and Yu Ji is a pale and loyal woman behind the Overlord. The Overlord really dominates the world.Now, he is her sun and she is the moon, reflecting his light.If he had Sangong and Liuyuan, countless meteors would fly into their sky.Therefore, she secretly hoped that this battle would continue.One night when she was trapped in Gaixia, while patrolling the camp, she heard the Chu State ditty "Crying for the Great Wall" from the enemy far away.She hurried back to the tent to report to the Overlord, but could not bear to wake him. "He is one of those who are forever young: although his messy hair on his forehead has already turned gray, and the sharp knife of time has drawn a few deep wrinkles on his firm forehead, he His sleeping face still bears the frankness and stubbornness of a baby." Overlord heard the besieged from all sides, and knew that Liu Bang had done his best. "Yu Ji's heart was throbbing when she saw King Xiang's stubborn lips turned white. His eyeballs shone like cold glass. The look of those eyes staring forward was so terrifying that it made me feel sick." She couldn't help covering it with her wide sleeves. She could feel his eyelashes flapping rapidly in her palm, and she felt a string of cold tears rolling from her palm to her arms. It was the first time she knew that the hero's traitor was also a weeping animal. "He shook off her hand and walked back to the tent with heavy steps. She followed in and saw him sitting on the couch with his back bent, holding his head in his hands. Only the candle with the length of his thumb was left A cut. The clear light of dawn has penetrated into the curtain." 'Give me some wine. ' he said, raising his eyes. "When he was holding the amber-filled wine glass in his hand, he put his hands on his knees and looked at her with a smile. "'Concubine Yu, we are finished. Judging from the situation, we are doomed to be beasts surrounded, but we don't want to be hunted, we want to be hunters. Tomorrow—ah, no, today—today is our It's the last hunting. I'm going to make a bloody road and step over the helmets of the Han army! Huh, Liu Bang, does he think I've been locked in a cage by him? I have at least one more enjoyable hunt Chance, maybe my shotgun will pierce his heart as I pierce a precious sable. Yuji, put on your Persian soft armor, and you must follow me until the last minute. We will all die in horses back.'" Yu Ji refused to go with him, for fear of distracting him.He said: "Oh, then you stay behind, let the soldiers of the Han army find you, and dedicate you to Liu Bang!" Yu Ji smiled.She quickly pulled the knife out of its sheath, and with just one stab, it pierced deeply into her chest. Xiang Yu rushed over to support her waist, her hand was still tightly grasping the gold-inlaid knife handle.Xiang Yu lowered his tearful eyes that were as bright as fire and stared at her closely.She opened her eyes, and then, as if unable to bear the intensity of the sun, she closed them again.Xiang Yu put his ear close to her trembling lips, and he heard her say something he didn't understand: "'I prefer this kind of cut.'" After her body was getting colder, King Xiang pulled out the knife from her chest, and wiped away the blood stains on his military uniform.Then, gritting his teeth, and with a voice like the roar of a wild boar in the sand, he called out: "'Sergeant, Sergeant, blow the horn! Order the horses, and we will charge down the hill!'" The last scene is too Hollywood-like. Later I went to Hong Kong to study, and I stopped writing in Chinese for three years.In order to practice English, even letters are written in English.I think this is a very useful constraint.Now I write again, without limit.It really should stop for a while. After three or five years, when I start to write again, I may have to make progress, but I don't know.