Chapter 17 16. Diary of the Dead

Seventy years later, a writer bought an old book at a second-hand stall.The book was covered with dirt, as if it had been dug out of a grave.The book is a hand-copied story, which is the collage of the storyteller.The writer became interested in the "Girl of Beijing" in the "Sixty-Seventh Army Minor Tune" and searched everywhere for materials about Jingzhi.One day, a witch entrusted a dream to lure the writer to Guhe where Jing Zhi's dead soul lived. Just as Jing Zhi's dead soul needed some change, the writer bought all the diaries she had during her lifetime from Jing Zhi's dead soul.When the writer woke up, there were so many diaries in his hand, and there was really no change in his pocket, so he imitated the collage story maker, picked out some paragraphs from the diary that might sell for money, and published the collage——

【Diary of Beijing】: I went to my uncle's house today and met a young student who said he had just come back from the city for vacation.He is tall and fits in a suit, and he looks like a city dweller.My uncle said that his parents live in Zhangzhuang not far from our village. His family is a big family in Zhangzhuang. He had heard that there were foreign students in the Zhang family who went to school in big cities, so it turned out to be him. His name is Han Sheng.Yesterday he invited me to the town to see a play, asked me what books I often read, and said he would lend me some good books.Walking on the road, he folded wild flowers for me, said that I was fresher than the spring wind, and kissed my face when no one was around.

We are in love.But my father disagreed, he said I must marry my cousin.Han Sheng's parents also objected, saying that Han Sheng must marry his cousin. We escaped from home.Han Sheng had a small apartment in the city, Han Sheng had a lot of books, Han Sheng had many friends, Han Sheng’s life style was very chic, and we often went to the salons of friends’ homes.I love Hansheng and our new life. Han Sheng didn't really understand the books he was reading.He loves the women in foreign books because they have blond hair, but if there is a romantic woman among our friends, Han Sheng will be very angry.

Maybe those of us who grew up in the countryside can't change from city people.Even city dwellers cannot become foreigners.But everyone is trying, and they don't want to be themselves.But habits are like birthmarks, which cannot be changed.Maybe Han Sheng should marry his cousin, what about me? These days I am learning to write new poems, but I can’t write well. Han Sheng objected to writing new poems, but I actually started to write poems and went to poets' salons.Today I met a poet who came back from Malaysia. His temperament is really wonderful. Even the cigarette seems to have language in his hand.His name is Yu Lai, and he claims to be the descendant of Shelley, the last human being.

[Poetry of Yu Lai]: She is like a rose, open for rhythm, a drop of bright rain, sprinkled on my eyelids.Jingzhi, I'm calling your name in secret, did you hear me? I waited in my dream, in the long hopeless night, a shooting star streaked across, cutting my loneliness into pieces.Your hand is a shooting star. Tomorrow I die, tomorrow I wither, tomorrow I collapse, tomorrow I burn.Only your life can be exchanged for my life. 【Diary of Beijing】: Is Yulai courting me? He dedicates a poem to me every day, and each poem is more passionate.If I understand correctly, he loves me.But why every time I talk to him, he hugs a wine bottle and hides his face behind?

I fell out with Han Sheng because of Yu Lai's poems.Although I didn't let Yulai write like that, Hansheng said I was a slut.He said that I was either not allowed to write poetry anymore, or I got out.I just rolled, not because I love poetry, I love freedom. We all love to read the book "Nara Runs Away" left by the last human being, and we also love to follow the example of Nora Runs Away, but what should we do after we get out? No one said.Yulai got very drunk the night he lived with me.He has no need of my life, he withers before he burns. Yulai never wrote me a poem again.Because I slept next to him.He can only imitate romance, and in reality, he is just a daydreamer who grew up in the concession.I see him wasting the sun of Malaysia for nothing.

I read the legend of the Unified Base in Women's Mountain from an underground newspaper: Two young generals of the Sixty-seventh Army turned into unified gangsters, turned the Sixty-seventh Army into a unified army team, and defeated countless times in Women's Mountain The encirclement and suppression of the Mission Hall turned Women's Mountain into a unified base, and it was planned to go there.I remembered what Lermontov said in the last human: "Below him is the blue shining river, and above him is the golden breast of the sun, but he is a rebel, a man who invites the storm, as if in Rest in the storm."