Chapter 135 Liu Qing in critical condition

In order to create a tall and straight image, this person's body is now completely bent.He was not originally a tall man, but after a lifetime of intense and busy artistic creation, coupled with his increasingly critical illness, he was so thin that the wind could blow him down.The whole body is like a tree that has been burned by a raging fire, becoming dry and scorched, and all the young branches and leaves of life seem to be invisible. Severe asthma made the air coming out of his throat sound like the sound of a broken bellows, making it difficult for anyone standing in front of him to breathe.The chest is completely collapsed; the back bulges like the back of an old cow.The whole body bowed into a question mark.

Is this him?Is this the admirable and enviable artist? This is him.At this moment, he is curled up in an ordinary ward on the second floor of the Internal Medicine Department of Xi'an Army Hospital, panting from time to time.The weight must have been less than a hundred catties, and the arms and legs protruding from the sleeves and trousers were as slender as hemp sticks. Those who discussed him saw him living in such a simple and narrow ward, and they couldn't help but think: such an accomplished and influential writer is suffering from such severe and critical bronchitis and pulmonary heart disease, how can he get another A better treatment environment?

Can't get it.Some small wishes made by the critically ill writer have been met with arrogant cold reception and rude rejection.Even in the largest city in northwestern China, he has been unable to find a house with heating equipment. A few years ago, Premier Zhou Enlai gave instructions to care for this person's health, and the result was completely ignored by some people. as one thing.In the eyes of these "officials", this beloved artist is at best a "book writer". Is it worthy of the care of such a big "character"?The writer's condition seems to be getting worse day by day, but his medical treatment and life can't be improved at all.Sometimes, he had to be dragged by his sons and daughters in a trolley through the bustling downtown with traffic and people, before he could go to the hospital to see a doctor.

This stubborn old man is now on the verge of death, should he be allowed to run around begging someone to "go through the back door"? At this moment, this lonely, critically ill old man, with a pair of hard bones hidden in his decaying body, was lying proudly in this underheated ward.On the floor is an electric stove the size of a fist that his son made himself.Warm up your meals and toast your frozen hands. Here, he is still dressed in the peasant style—just as a person who pays attention to clothing tries to make woolen clothes from poor quality cloth, he also cuts "Dekeliang" into this common people's style .A pair of feet is very small, even smaller than the feet of some lesbians.But the head is very big, especially the broad forehead is rare among ordinary people.A few deep wrinkles are carved on the bare forehead, like the marks left by the waves on the rocks-who knows how many records of life's storms are hidden there?

If you are careful, you will observe that the fingers of the right hand are obviously bent a lot, as if there is some chronic disease, with a convulsion that cannot be seen but can only be felt, and is slack and curled outwards—this is clearly a tired dog. Hands that are excessive and not well rested.A pair of ant-legged glasses with gold wire edges, tied with a rope to the spoon of the bald head, is as cute as a common clock repairer in a small town.Only the Lu Xun style thick black mustache on the upper lip gives people a kind of scholar and artist demeanor. However, the light of wisdom cannot be concealed even on this old farmer's face-it always shines brilliantly behind the two mirrors.These are a pair of indescribable eyes.Even in the torment of illness, still radiant; sharp, shrewd, with a touch of judgment and irony.This pair of eyes observes, analyzes and summarizes the people and things that may appear in front of them, while judging, abstracting and drawing conclusions at the same time—all of which seem to be completed in an instant.

Except for the vitality revealed in the eyes, this person curled up on the sickbed now looks completely weak.For those who saw him for the first time, who could imagine that he had gone through the storms of war many times, and then crawled in the fields of Huangfu Village for more than ten years. After that, how about building a tower of art as grand as "The History of Entrepreneurship"?It is even more difficult for people to imagine, during the Cultural Revolution, how could his body withstand the torture of continuous street parades and "jet jets"?Is there any need to talk about the spiritual devastation caused by the death of the lover?

But he made it through.He made great creations; he also suffered great traumas.From time to time he is pulled into the hospital and then back again with powerful steps into the good or the sinister life. Now he was curled up in agony in the place he had hated all his life.He can feel that this illness is ominous, and the end of life may be just around the corner.At such times, as an artist, he has reason to be proud of what he has already created: on the basis of our existing literature, the tower of art that he himself has newly built seems to be higher than that of any of his contemporaries. Buildings should be grand and unique.Really, in our country's contemporary literature, there is no book that can provide more than a dozen or even dozens of real art models that are not the same as the existing art models in history and reality like "The History of Entrepreneurship".This book can be accused of this deficiency and that error, but on the whole, it can be handed down.At the Fourth National Congress of Literary Generations one year after the author's death, the review report made by Comrade Zhou Yang justly listed "The History of Entrepreneurship" as the first place when talking about the achievements of novels since the founding of the People's Republic of China.Yes, until something more brilliant comes along, this present work is supposed to occupy that place.

But the man lying in the army hospital right now doesn't think his creation should stop right now, before the end of his life.No, this strong communist and artist with a strong creative desire will never write his "epitaph" in a hurry.He humorously put forward a "suggestion" to his doctor in a calm voice: "My lord, let me live a few more years." Let me finish writing the history of entrepreneurship!" It is not difficult to see that the poet's greatest pain is not only his own life, but the cause he cannot complete!This is a real tragedy.Just imagine: if it weren’t for the turmoil and madness of those ten years, which put his creation on hold and damaged his body, his "History of Entrepreneurship" would have been completed according to the original plan, and as a mature writer, if He has maintained his original physical condition, who can imagine what else he will leave us!

Although he couldn't help asking the doctor for help in pain, he also knew clearly that his "History of Entrepreneurship" could not be finished.Nevertheless, this highly party-minded communist and artist with a sense of mission will never end his own entrepreneurial history in his life.He knows that at present, his own entrepreneurial history and his "Entrepreneurship History" are still incomplete epics.At the same time, he also realized that even if the book "The History of Entrepreneurship" cannot be completed, the history of entrepreneurship as his own life path should be a complete epic.

The unyielding narrative poem believes that it is with this great ideal and firm belief that even though he is seriously ill and in danger, he still burns his decaying body and mind in this cold illness; The final moment burst into a blinding light—like a comet before it disappears in the darkness. He crouched in front of the dilapidated round table by the window, using teeny lowercase letters more vigorously than ever before, building his unfinished and unfinished Hongchuan building day and night.Beads of sweat trickled down his sallow face in strings, and his thin and trembling fingers couldn't wipe it away.At this moment, he is as busy as a Guanzhong farmer in the wheat harvest season.With a more and more free brush, he paints the colorful rural life on the already sketched canvas more brilliantly; with the dexterous and skilled art carving knife, he once again carves those already amazing portraits.

The original large group of characters continued to make noise in Hama Beach and Xiabao Village, shaking the world; while Liang Shengbao, Guo Zhenshan and others have been lured to Weiyuan County by the writer-so as to make room for the second-rate soldier Bai Zhankui to make trouble!Let Liang Da take this opportunity to meet up in Huangbao Town and play tricks!Let Feng Youwan get angry!Let Gao Zengfu worry! Let the news spread to the Sangan meeting in Weiyuan County!Let Guo Zhenshan laugh freely!Then look at how Liang Sansuo called his "great man" son to settle the dispute... All the images are dragged into another big play by this ingenious and sickly "director"; characters familiar to the audience in the previous plays appear one after another in the new scene; and they never show their faces The characters from all over the world appeared one after another dazzlingly... Panting for breath, he sprayed medicine in his mouth and swallowed pills, and at the same time commanded people of all classes and types in the "History of Entrepreneurship" to advance noisily on the "road" he laid for them.He brought all these people from Toad Beach into this ward.He compels these characters into his mind; and he obstinately enters into the minds of these people.He employs both the warmth of a theater director and the coolness of a surgeon against this group of unruly "acquaintances" (as he often calls the characters in "The History of Entrepreneurship").It is no exaggeration to say that he lived among this group of "familiars" for most of the rest of his life.He can leave his relatives and friends in his life, but he can never leave the characters he created, because "all these people are his children, and they are all himself wearing various masks" (Lu in the quotation marks Nacharsky's words). In these days, the editors of the "Yanhe" Literary Monthly Agency, who were anxiously concerned about the writer's health, heard him being carried into the emergency room from time to time; The chapters were sent to the editorial department continuously; between the lines, I could still hear his panting!This is the trace created by a dying person—ah!What can us able-bodied people do? Now please take a look, what kind of situation he created these miracles—— In this space of less than ten square meters, there are now life-sustaining and saving medical equipment everywhere: a large oxygen cylinder standing in the corner of the head of the bed, standing like a small missile; under the bed is a car tire containing is also oxygen. On the side of the dilapidated round table against the wall, there was Xia Za's atomized sprayer given by China Youth Publishing House; in his own hand, he was holding a rubber bag with a mouth all the time. In a few minutes, it is like pumping up a bicycle, spraying anti-asthma mist into it.Various leather tubes for oxygen and fluid infusion extend from here to there to his nostrils or arms, and some tubes stay on his body 24 hours a day.In this room where leather tubes connected him to numerous instruments here and there, he was almost like the main body of an instrument.He is pulling these "ropes" to live and work.When I was tired, I curled up on the bed, or leaned against the ragged armchair with a hole in the backrest I brought from home.When he was in a critical condition, his eyes were closed tightly, he gasped, his face immediately turned black and blue like buckwheat husks, and he was often carried into the emergency room by the nurses at every turn. come over. As long as he came back alive and saved a little bit of strength, he would lean down beside the dilapidated round table again, pick up the pen, spread out the manuscript paper, and face his lovely and lovable characters, all his nerves were highly concentrated , as stern as the doctor standing in front of him with a stethoscope not long ago. If a guest appeared in front of him during this period, despite how unhappy he was, he immediately buried all the joy of creation and the pain of the body, and restored his usual calm, humor and optimism. manner.His quick jesting; his majestic creation of aphorisms and epigrams; his crouching laugh of a child! Whether it is a drafter who broke the threshold, relatives and friends who came to visit the sick one after another, or "social activists in the literary world" who met someone out of vanity to brag, he always received them with humility and kindness. He was too ill to speak much, but he always listened carefully to what others had to say. Sometimes he couldn't help panting while talking.In his highly refined, well-educated, well-chosen speech, sometimes a rude phrase from their hometown in northern Shaanxi popped up out of the blue.This is a character trait that some extraordinary people usually have. No matter what he said or discussed, his long-term habit of thinking made him take a serious attitude towards everything involved.Never let your spirit and thoughts be paralyzed and relaxed just because of a serious illness, or because the problems and things you are facing are trivial.Even when talking about the cultivation of apple trees, he immediately puts himself in the position of a horticultural expert, mobilizing all his knowledge in this field to participate in this conversation.His strong ambition and self-confidence are not opposite to his rigorous scientific attitude and humble spirit of learning, but they are properly unified, and then he strives to make himself ahead of others in the field of discussion and gain a foothold. Stand higher than others.It's not about performance.Anyone who engages in a big business is always so strictly training himself to be the vanguard of life.Undoubtedly, one thing is very clear in this person's life goal: to strictly train himself in every moment and everything, so that he can eventually run at the forefront of his contemporaries in the same industry.This man with a strong personality has demanded himself in this way all his life—even now that he is about to collapse at the end, holding the oxygen bottle in his hand, and still running forward—he thinks it is best to put all the "literature Master" oxime is behind him!He doesn't stick out his feet to stumble those who run in front of him; he just wants to use his own strength to run as far ahead as possible! Now, this tired, gasping literary "long-distance runner" with an oxygen tank had clearly achieved some of the top "rankings" in the early 1960s, but he was still running as hard as he could—he had set himself The "sprint line" of China is still on the distant horizon.He knows he's lost his chance to "sprint" forever, but he's never going to let it stop him.He is still far away on the horizon.He knows that he has lost the opportunity to "sprint", but he will never back down because of this.He is fighting for time with death every minute! The news of his critical illness is passed on in the society all the time.The news, of course, was quickly confirmed by those who had just met him.indeed.This man is dying at all times! But he lived tenaciously day after day and kept creating.He carved the characters in "The History of Entrepreneurship", and at the same time carved his own unyielding image-this image is more meaningful to us than any artistic model he created; He was a concrete, living role model in the era of enterprising figures! In the strange ward full of various equipments where he lived, the only door opened to the south.At twilight or twilight, he fixed the oxygen delivery tube in his nostrils with adhesive tape, hunched over, and stood alone, thoughtfully, in front of the window, looking into the distance; his eyes eagerly passed through the south of the city Looking for the cloud-shrouded Zhongnan Mountain—the foot of Zhongnan Mountain is the familiar pastoral field intertwined with rice fields and wheat fields!He lived in the soil there for more than ten years, but now he can't go back.The home in Huangfu Village where he lived for more than ten years and his dear Comrade Ma Wei (his lover) were destroyed during the Cultural Revolution—now all of that has become a painful memory.Now he is really like the bachelor Gao Zengfu in "The History of Entrepreneurship", leading his few "talented children" who have not yet married and established a family with a tragic character and arrogance. In the cold eyes of Yao Shijie, Guo Shifu, and Guo Zhenshan, he is unyielding Carry out arduous entrepreneurship.He firmly believes that his life's career will never be destroyed, just like Zhongnan Mountain and the land and fields under Zhongnan Mountain will never be destroyed - because of this, he is in this ward of less than ten square meters. Do not give up the sacred mission and duty; regardless of the imminent death, still continue to struggle desperately for everything that has been written but not yet completed! Oh, respected Comrade Liu Qing, facing you who is critically ill, we can't even say a word to comfort you; you are so weak, but you are stronger than any of us.Let all of us stand in front of your sickbed, and pay you our deep, but by no means the last, respect. Please believe me, he is the most ordinary laborer, as long as he learns from your works and yourself In all his tenacious enterprise, with a few salutary teachings, he would not answer the demands of life with snores! Written in Xi'an based on past impressions and feelings