Chapter 11 happy family

——Imitation of Xu Qinwen "...Do it or not, it's up to you; that work, like the light of the sun, emerges from an infinite source of light, unlike stone fire, hammered out of iron and stone, this is true art. The author, too He is the real artist.—And I,... what is this?..." He thought of this, and suddenly jumped up from the bed.He had already thought about it before, and he had to earn a few manuscript fees to support his life; the place to submit manuscripts was first decided to be the Happiness Monthly Newspaper, because the pens seemed to be relatively abundant.But the work must have a scope, otherwise, I am afraid it will not be accepted.The scope is the scope... What is the big question in the minds of young people today? ...Probably quite a few, or a lot of love, marriage, family and so on. ... Yes, many of them are bored and discussing these things. [2] Then, come to do the family.But how to do it? ...Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't accept it, why bother to say something out of date, but...After he jumped off the bed, he walked to the desk in four or five steps, sat down, took out a piece of green lined paper, and wrote a line of title without hesitation, but as if giving up on himself: "Happy Family".

His pen faltered immediately; he threw his head up, his eyes fixed on the roof, and he was arranging the place for this "happy family".He thought: "Beijing? No way, it's dead, and even the air is dead. If we build a high wall around this family, will the air be cut off? It's impossible! Jiangsu and Zhejiang are going to fight every day; Fujian is even more needless. Sichuan, Guangdong? Are fighting. [3]Shandong, Henan, etc.?—Ah, if you want to kidnap [4], if you kidnap one, it will become an unfortunate family. The rent in the Shanghai and Tianjin concessions is expensive;… …If you are in a foreign country, it’s a joke. I don’t know what to do in Yunnan and Guizhou, but the traffic is too inconvenient...” He thought about it, but couldn’t think of a good place, so he assumed it as A, but then thought, “There are quite a few People are opposed to using Western letters to replace people's place names [5], saying that it is to reduce the interest of readers. It seems that my contribution this time is better than not using it, which is safer. So, where should I go? —— Hunan is also at war; Rents are still expensive in Dalian; let’s go to Chahar, Jilin, and Heilongjiang—it’s okay to hear that there are horse thieves!..."He thought about it again and again, but couldn’t think of a good place, so he finally decided to assume this." The place where "Happy Family" is located is called A.

"In short, this happy family must be in A, which cannot be negotiated. Naturally, there are two couples in the family, that is, the master and the housewife, who are free to marry. They have signed more than forty treaties, which are very detailed, so they are very equal and very free And they are highly educated, elegant and noble....Oriental students are no longer allowed, so let’s assume they are Western students. The master always wears western clothes, and the stiff collar is always white; the housewife’s hair is always permed fluffy like a The sparrow nest, the teeth are always white, but the clothes are Chinese clothes,..."

"No, no, no! Twenty-five catties!" He heard a man's voice outside the window, and he couldn't help turning his head to look, the window curtain was hanging down, the sun was shining brightly, it was so bright that his eyes were dazzled; then there was the sound of small pieces of wood being scattered on the ground. "It's irrelevant," he thought back again, "what twenty-five catties? - They are graceful and noble, and love literature and art very much. But because they all grew up in happiness since childhood, they don't like Russian novels....Russia Novels mostly describe low-class people, and it really doesn’t suit this kind of family. Twenty-five catties? Don’t care about him. Then, what books do they read?——Pei Lun’s poems? Jizhi’s? No, neither Sure. ——Oh, yes, they all love to read "The Ideal Beloved" (8). Although I haven't seen this book, since even the university professor praised him so much, I think they all love to read it, You can read it, and I can read it too—they each have one book, and there are two books in this family..." He felt a little empty in his stomach, put down his pen, propped his head on both hands, and made his head look like a globe hangs between two pillars.

"...The two of them are having lunch," he thought, "the table was covered with a white cloth; the cook brought the food—Chinese food. What twenty-five catties? Don't mind him. Why Chinese food? Westerners They said that Chinese food is the most advanced, delicious, and hygienic[8]: so they use Chinese food. The first bowl is delivered, but what is this first bowl?..." "firewood,……" He looked back in surprise, and on his left shoulder stood the mistress of his own house, with two gloomy eyes fixed on his face. "What?" He thought she came to disturb his creation, and he was quite angry.

"I've used up all of them. I bought some today. The last time I was ten catties, two and four, but today I want two and six. I want to give him two and five, okay?" "Okay, it's two hanging five." "It's a bad weigh. He must only be willing to count twenty-four and a half catties; I think he will be twenty-three and a half catties, will you?" "Okay, let's say he is twenty-three and a half catties." "Well, five five twenty five, three five fifteen, ..." "Hmm, five-five-twenty-five, three-five-one-fifteen,..." He couldn't go on anymore. After a pause, he suddenly picked up his pen and wrote a line of "happy family" I made a rough calculation on the green grid paper, and after a long time, I raised my head and said:

"Five hangs and eight!" "That's right, I don't have enough here, there are still eight or nine..." He opened the drawer of the desk, grabbed all the copper coins, no less than twenty or thirty, and put them on her open palm. After seeing her leave the room, he turned his head to the desk again.He felt that the inside of his head was full, as if all the limbs were filled with firewood, five five twenty five, and there were still many scattered Arabic numerals printed on the brain cortex.He took a deep breath, and then exhaled forcefully, as if he wanted to get rid of the firewood, five five twenty-five and the Arabic numerals in his mind.Sure enough, after exhaling, my heart became much more relaxed, so I still thought vaguely—"What kind of food? It's not a bad dish. Slippery tenderloin, shrimp and sea cucumber, it's too mediocre. I just want to say that they eat But what is dragon and tiger fighting? Some people say that it is snake and cat, which is a precious dish in Guangdong and is not eaten at non-big banquets. But I have seen this name on the menu of Jiangsu restaurants. People don't seem to eat snakes and cats. I'm afraid it's frogs and eels, as someone said. Now suppose the owner and housewife are from that place?——Don't care about him. In short, no matter where people eat a bowl of snakes and cats or Frogs and eels will never hurt a happy family. In short, this first bowl must be a fight between dragons and tigers, which cannot be negotiated.

"So a bowl of dragon and tiger fighting was placed in the middle of the table, and the two of them picked up their chopsticks at the same time, pointed at the edge of the bowl, and looked at me and I looked at you with amused smiles.... "My dear, please. "Please you eat first, my dear. "Ohno, pleaseyor! [10] "So they stretched out their chopsticks at the same time, and took out a piece of snake meat at the same time——no, no, snake meat is too strange, it might as well be eel. Then, this bowl of dragon and tiger fighting is made of frogs and eels That’s right. They took out a piece of eel at the same time, the same size, five, five, twenty-five, three to five...don’t care, put them in their mouths at the same time..." He couldn’t help but just look back, because He felt that the backside was very lively, and there were people walking back and forth two or three times.But he was still suffering, and continued to think, "This seems a bit nasty, so there is such a family? Alas, how could my thoughts be so messed up, I'm afraid I can't finish this good topic.—— Or you don’t have to use foreign students, just those who have received higher education in China. They are all college graduates, noble, beautiful, and noble... Men are writers; women are also writers, or literary admirers. Or women The ones are poets; the men are admirers of poets, respecters of women. Or..." He finally couldn't bear it anymore, and turned his head.

Right next to the bookshelf behind him, a pile of cabbage has appeared, with three plants on the lower floor, two plants on the middle floor, and one plant on the top, stacked towards him into a big letter A. "Alas!" He sighed in surprise, at the same time he felt his face suddenly heat up, and many needles pricked his spine lightly. "Woo..." He took a long breath, and first repelled the needles on his spine, still thinking, "The house of a happy family should be spacious. There is a storage room, and the cabbage and the like go there. The master's In the other study room, bookshelves are lined up against the wall, and naturally there is no pile of cabbage next to it; the shelves are full of Chinese books, foreign books, "Ideal Lover" is naturally included, there are two in total. Bedroom Another room; a brass bed, or something more rustic, the elm bed made by the No. 1 Prison Factory is enough, the bottom of the bed is very clean,..." He immediately glanced under his bed, and saw that the firewood had been used up, only a straw rope, But he was still lying lazily like a dead snake.

"Twenty-three and a half catties,..." He felt that the firewood was about to "stream" in from under the bed, and there were some forks in his head, so he stood up hastily, and walked to the door to try to close it.But as soon as his hands touched the door, he felt that he was too irritable, so he stopped his hands and only put down the dusty door curtain.On the one hand, he thought, this has neither the concern of closing the door and guarding against oneself, nor the anxiety of opening the door: it is very in line with the "middle way" [11]. "...so the master's study door is always closed." He walked back, sat down, and thought, "If you have something to discuss, you have to knock on the door first, and you can only come in after getting permission. In the study, if the housewife came to talk about literature and art, she would knock on the door first.——You can rest assured that she will not hold the cabbage.

"Come, please, my dear. [12] "However, what should the master do when he has no time to talk about literature and art? So, ignore her and listen to her standing outside and always knocking? This probably won't work. Or it is written in "The Ideal Beloved"—— I'm afraid it is indeed a good novel, if I have the manuscript fee, I have to buy one of his novels to see..." shoot! His waist straightened, because he knew from experience that the "pat" was the sound of the housewife's palm hitting their three-year-old daughter's head. "Happy family..." He heard the child's sobs, but he still thought with a straight back, "The child was born late, born late. Or it's better to have no, two people are clean. —— Or it's better to live in a guest house In the store, I will cover everything for them, and do it alone..." He heard the sobs grow louder, so he stood up, slipped through the door screen, thinking, "Marx will still write "Capital" amidst the cries of his children. "On", so he is a great man..." Walking out of the outside room, opened the damper, and smelled kerosene gas.The child lay down on the right side of the door, with his face on the ground, and when he saw him, he cried "wow". "Ah, okay, don't cry, don't cry, my good child." He bent down to hug her. He hugged her and turned around, and saw the housewife standing on the left side of the door, her waist was also straight, but her hands were on her hips, as if she was angry and ready to start gymnastics. "Even you are here to bully me! You can't help, you can only make trouble, - even the oil lamp will turn over him. What are you ordering at night?..." "Ah, okay, don't cry, don't cry," he put those trembling voices behind his head, carried her into the room, rubbed her head, and said, "My good child." Then he put her down and dragged the chair away , sat down, made her stand between her knees, raised her hands and said, "Don't cry, my good boy. Daddy will make a cat wash for you." At the same time, he stretched his neck and stuck out his tongue, far away He licked his palm twice, and then used the palm to draw circles on his face. "Hehehe, Hua'er." She laughed. "Yes, yes, Hua'er." He drew a few more circles, and then he stopped, only to see that she was still smiling at him with tears hanging down her face.He suddenly felt that her lovely and innocent face was just like her mother's five years ago, especially the red lips, but the outline was shrunk.It was also a sunny winter day, and when she heard him say that he was determined to resist all obstacles and sacrifice for her, she just looked at him with a smile on her eyes and tears.He sat blankly, as if a little drunk. "Ah, lovely lips..." he thought. The door curtain suddenly hung up.The firewood was brought in. He also woke up suddenly, fixed his eyes, and saw that the child was still in tears, and looked at him with open red lips. "Lips..." He glanced to the side, and the firewood was coming in, "...I'm afraid it will be five five twenty-five, nine nine eighty-one in the future!...and the two eyes are gloomy..." He thought , then roughly grabbed the green grid paper with a line of titles and a pile of calculations written on it, rubbed it a few times, and then unfolded it to wipe away her tears and snot. "Good boy, go and play by yourself." He pushed her away and said; at the same time, he threw the ball of paper into the wastebasket vigorously. But he immediately felt a little sorry for the child, turned his head repeatedly, and watched her go out alone; he heard the sound of wood chips in his ears.He wanted to calm down, so he turned his head again, closed his eyes, calmed down his distracting thoughts, and sat calmly.He saw an oblate black flower floating in front of his eyes, with an orange heart, floating from the left corner of his left eye to the right, and then disappeared; then a bright green flower, dark green Then a pile of six cabbage piled up to him, forming a big letter A. February 18, 1924. 〔1〕This article was first published in Volume 10, No. 3 of the Shanghai Women's Magazine, on March 1, 1924. When this article was published, there was the author's "Appendix" as follows: "When I saw Xu Qinwenjun's "Ideal Companion" in the "Morning News Supplement" last year, I suddenly thought of the general idea of ​​this article, and thought that if it was used His style of writing is quite appropriate; however, he just thought of it this way. Yesterday, he suddenly remembered it, and it happened that he had nothing else to do, so he wrote it down like this. But at the end, it seemed to be gradually Off the rails, because it is too dull. I think the ending of his works is probably not so dull. But generally speaking, it still cannot be said that it is not "simulation". On February 18th, under the lights, in Beijing Notes." Xu Qinwen, a native of Shaoxing, Zhejiang, was a young writer at that time.Author of short story collection "Hometown" and so on.His "Ideal Companion" is a satirical novel written for the "My Ideal Spouse" published in the eighth volume of the ninth volume of the "Women's Magazine" in August 1923. It was published in September of the same year. Beijing "Morning News Supplement" on September 9. 〔2〕Refers to discussions in some newspapers and magazines at that time about love, marriage, and family issues.For example, in May and June of 1923, the "Morning News Supplement" conducted a discussion on "Love Rules"; "Women's Magazine" called for articles on ideal spouses and published "Spouse Choice" (Volume Nine, No. 11) Wait. [3] Regarding the wars in Jiangsu, Zhejiang and other places, we should refer to the confrontation between the Jiangsu warlord Qi Xieyuan and the Zhejiang warlord Lu Yongxiang; the war between the Zhili warlord Sun Chuanfang and Fujian warlord Wang Yongquan and others; The war between the warlords; the war between the Hunan warlord Zhao Hengti and Tan Yanzhen. [4] Kidnapping. In the old days, bandits took people away and forced relatives of the kidnapped to pay for the redemption. This was called kidnapping.At that time, Shandong and Henan were the areas where Sun Meiyao, the son of the bandit leader, and "old foreigners" were active, and such incidents often occurred. [5] There was a debate in the Morning Post Supplement from June to September 1923 regarding the replacement of names of people and places in novels with Roman letters.Zheng Zhaosong's "A Little End to the Roman Alphabet Problem" published in the magazine on August 26 said: "The use of some Roman letters in novels, in the eyes of most people who do not know Roman characters, will produce a kind of disgust. sentiments, at least, are sufficient to reduce their universality." 〔6〕Chahar refers to the special area of ​​Chahar at that time.In 1928, it was reorganized as a province.It was revoked in 1952 and merged into Hebei, Shanxi and Inner Mongolia Autonomous Region respectively. [7] Peilun (G.G.Byron, 1788-1824) interpreter Byron, British poet.He is the author of the long poem "Don Juan" and the poetic drama "Manfred".Ji Zhi (J. Keats, 1795-1821), a general translator of Keats, a British poet.He is the author of "Sonnets Written for Peace" and the long poem "Isabella". [8] "An Ideal Husband" is a four-act play "An Ideal Husband", written by British Wilde (O.Wilde, 1856-1900).The play was translated into Chinese before the "May 4th Movement", and was serialized in the second, third, fourth and sixth volumes of the first volume of "New Youth" and the second volume of the second volume. 〔9〕As for Westerners praising Chinese food, the author once said this in "The Sequel to Hua Gai Ji Ma Zhi Diary": "In recent years, I have heard both locals and foreigners praise Chinese food, saying how delicious and hygienic it is. No. 1 in the world, No. 1 in the universe. But I really don’t know what Chinese food is. Some places we chew onion and garlic and miscellaneous noodles, and some places serve rice with vinegar, chili, and pickled vegetables; Many people can only lick black salt, and many people don't even have to lick black salt. Chinese and foreign people think that it is delicious, hygienic, and the first and nth. delicacies." [10] These three lines in English mean: "My dear, please." "You please eat first, my dear." "No, please!" 〔11〕 "The Doctrine of the Mean" Confucianism.According to Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty, "The Doctrine of the Mean Chapters and Sentences": "The middle one is impartial, and there is no name for being too bad; Yong is ordinary."