Chapter 36 thank you

In my personal opinion, this thank you is the most important part of the book.For here and there in this book I find occasion to describe the loveliness of friendship, and now I am able to revel in it. In the spring of 1933, a misfortune took me out of the hasty life, and I was stranded in Chongqing, in an idle time with nowhere to go.I told Yicong and Ruilin that I wanted to take this opportunity to write a novel. Thinking of this, I suddenly returned to the scene at that time!Wouldn't the birth of this book be unexpected?It's fine if I talk about it that day, I will be tired all these hours!Now I am happy to put down my pen, but my heart suddenly feels suddenly, I don't know how to deal with it, it has become a habit to sit at my desk every night, and I can't help myself for a while!

I then had about two or three months of leisure to use.I just plan to write a novel with a hundred thousand words, so I just ask them to find enough stationery, paper, pen nibs, and ink for me.I didn't expect to write happily, let go of the pen, and let it go, and it became such an article.I wrote the prelude first, so the number of words in the last sentence there has been changed over and over again. This is a later story, let's not talk about it. The two of them took it seriously when they heard what they said that day, so they got busy for me. The stationery was in front of my eyes, and I was so beloved that I was about to cry--what a pitiful thing!I have been unable to practice writing, because the paper is too expensive!

Qiyu and his wife are such a lovely couple. I was introduced to him by Ruilin for the first time, and because I liked a room in his house, he allowed me to live there and work.The few of them who urged me to write took care of the whole daily chores for me, and let me go about my business with peace of mind.Qiyu's house actually only had two rooms, and I took one of them. The couple, with two children, lived in the inner room together.I drive at night and sleep during the day, and they allow me to occupy their living room, which doubles as study, doubles as dining room, and doubles as the passageway to the front door.Not only did they dislike me, they also forbade the children to make loud noises in the morning for fear of disturbing my sleep!

From then on, I lived two months of unprecedented happiness.I'm tired, and some friends here try to lure me out to play.Here is a cave in Chongqing, with lakes and green mountains. We have also hiked to Huayan Temple and played ball games with people.I don’t pay attention to diet, they try to find nutritious and digestible things for me to eat, I often feel hungry late at night, and when I do, I feel flustered and numb, they leave food, boiled water, and I often get beloved sentences in my dreams, Qi Yurong I jotted it down on the white powder wall next to the bed,... They pamper me like a brother and sister, and they supervise me in the same way.

Every day when Qiyu came back from work, he would call out to me from outside the door and ask, "How many pictures do you have today?" It's fun to think about it now, maybe today's writing is so long, and I should blame him for this sentence.Where is there such a mechanical novel writer?But I wrote it down without thinking.Every day, I do my homework quickly like a primary school student fears his teacher, father and brother. Our friendship grew quickly.I have made many good friends in this office.Before long, we: Qiyu, Yicong, Ruilin, Tianjue, Daxian, Runyuan, Kai, and I organized Diaolong Literature and Art Club.Their criticism, their help, and their affection made it impossible for me to relax at work.

Mrs. Qiyu, I don’t know how many things I have to do every day, such as cooking, washing, and taking care of the children. She also takes time out of her busy schedule to be a reader of manuscripts.What an encouragement to the author to read!They all encourage me so much!Qiyu even agreed with me that if he has his own house in the future, he will often reserve a study room for me.I wandered there and stayed there to write.That way I can drive late at night and paint on walls!But maybe the house is bigger, so we can no longer hear them playing lullabies for children to sleep!Oh, maybe the kids are old enough to read my manuscripts!

More than two months have passed quickly, I have finished writing the first ten chapters, and I am nostalgic for this life.They regret that this manuscript is not finished.My habit is to keep it for fun after writing, and they encouraged me to publish it. Master Wuji read the first six chapters and gave Jiamian criticism. Mr. Fu Yuan's more practical help made me determined to write it down.Since then, this manuscript has become my conspiracy.But this free time was over, and I was busy with other things. In winter, I have to go abroad.Qiong Jiu and Zhen Jie generously agreed to take care of all the headaches of publishing for me in China. They took this matter as enthusiastically as their own, and I couldn't say a step back.

The two of them stood on the left and right of Mr. Fuyuan, and when they came to help me, they seemed to tell me: "There are six eyes staring at you! Look at you lazy!" After going abroad, stationery paper is not a problem.But I still lost my heart in China, so no big stationery store could find my favorite tools. In India, I traveled to many places and took up a lot of time. On the boat, I didn’t even have a table. .When I arrived in the United States a few months later, because of the war and the troubles of entering and leaving the country, the original manuscript was not taken out, and the secondary characters in the book, as well as small interspersed lines and lines, were all blurred.

It doesn't matter if you can't write, how can you repay this mountainous friendship?The clues are blurred and let it go, but domestic friendly expectations are increasingly pressing on me.In this way, I didn’t ask anything in advance, and just continued to work in China, with a group photo given to me by my friends in the cave on the table, and I tried to write again in the face of them. At this time, the work was like writing a long letter.In my heart, I only recognized the large structure that was set at the beginning, and the rest were made at random. When I was a guest at Mr. Bai Ruidi's house in Xinhaiwen, they even tolerated my bad living habits.I intensified, from driving the night train to opening the night.They also give me convenience and encouragement.Until later, my life became out of balance and my weight dropped sharply.They just got worried, bought a scale, asked me to weigh myself every day, and guided me to visit the scenery near Xinhaimon when the weather was fine.They were anxious that I was out alone and didn't know how to cherish it. I was delighted by their hospitality to me.

Finally, some materials about Catholicism have been helped by Father Dunilai, Sister Virginia, and Mr. Li Wei, and I would also like to thank them here.The United States would also like to thank Gloria, who gave me her help in many small places. Tian Yi, Min Yuan, and Tong Ke Xin Haiwen are for reading the last seven chapters written here.During this period, they and domestic Qiong Jiu Zhenjie gave me praise and criticism from time to time, and these criticisms were like new nutrition for me.Because I live forever in friendship. Now I have been writing for another two months, and I have finished the manuscript. Qiong Jiu Zhenjie, who helped Mr. Fu Yuan, will start to revise for me, and the proofreading is busy!If it is my will, I will keep writing this thank you, which will be longer than this book!Is not it?From the idea, to writing, to publication, it was all facilitated by these enthusiastic and loving people. What power is there in me?

Besides, the source of this novel, I beg my classmates to help explain, this story is completely made up out of thin air.As I said before, the plot is nothing but a "wisteria" in a novel.I can't get rid of my love for our school, so I built the story there.I would like to pay tribute to our teachers, classmates, and all the people there respectfully here.I am especially grateful for Sister Zongling's love and teaching. She has influenced me all these years. Perhaps her kindness and wisdom will guide and maintain me for the rest of my life.I would like to use this book to proudly show the beauty of this friendship to my most loving mother. Because sister Zongling's mother passed away early, I promised to give half of my mother to her son.I also want to express my gratitude to Zhi Zhou, he is the most loyal and upright partner I have had for more than ten years.I want to tell my hard-working father about his merits of remonstrance and persuasion.Because I have been single outside, I have been worrying about my parents all year round.Besides, Zhizhou's father also passed away years ago.And... my good classmates, you know that I can't thank you one by one here, but when you read this book, you must feel the weight of your friendship in my heart. Although I still think it is short, in fact, this thank you letter is too long. I don't want to say the common saying: "There are many people who are polite." postscript Fourteen years ago, shortly after the completion of the manuscript, it was the time of the post-war restoration, and the original publishing plan failed to materialize.But thanks to the love and care of my friends, the manuscript was preserved and not lost, and it came back to me after twists and turns.At that time, I thought it would be good if there was nothing published, and I could revise it slowly when I had time. In the past fourteen years, in my life, the "poems" mentioned in the prelude have become less and less, while the "theses" have become more and more. In different moods, I have been busy with different goals every year. I never stopped to engage in literary and artistic writing.Not only has it become the only long novel in these years, but even the revisions and publications that I thought of have not been actively carried out. Year after year, teachers, classmates, and friends who read it often encouraged me to publish it.Among the friends who have read the original manuscript more than once, especially Gu Xianliang told me that the original appearance should be preserved when it is published, and we have no reason or qualification to revise the original work after many years.His words broke through a psychological breakdown in publishing for many years. Today's publication is not far away, and I don't feel the deep meaning of his words five years ago.Except for a few typos and other corrections, the printed ones can be said to have preserved the original appearance. There is still a long way to go from the determination to publish to the finished book.The successful publishing of the book this time is entirely due to the enthusiastic help of Mr. Wang Dao and his wife, Ms. Shen Xingguo, from Life Society.At the end of 1958, I passed through Hong Kong because of my research work and was able to meet the two of them there.The conversation lasted less than half a day, but they seemed to have known each other for half a lifetime.Proofreading, arranging, and having their true colors to do the work, I immediately felt a lot easier on my shoulders.Mr. Chen Zhiren, the manager of Life Society, generously took over the responsibility of all publishing and printing affairs, and he is familiar with it, let alone me, a layman.Therefore, apart from looking at some proofs during the trip and discussing some details by correspondence, there is almost nothing for me to do.What makes me particularly happy is that this manuscript, which was inspired by the friendship of young people, is finally about to be completed with the encouragement and assistance of friendship in the middle age. When I started writing this postscript, in addition to expressing my gratitude to all the mentors and friends who sponsored me to publish this book, I originally wanted to take this opportunity to point out some metaphors and metaphors buried in the book.Thinking about it now, this kind of attitude toward analysis and exploration of literary and artistic works is too "thesis" rather than "poetry", so I will end this postscript and let myself float in the world of birth, transformation, and transformation. stop. deer bridge Lived in Kyoto, Japan on April 30, 1959