Chapter 32 postscript

"The most intolerable garbage in the world-literary garbage. So every time I pick up my pen, I can't help but tremble with fear." This is what Yu Jie wrote at the beginning of his collection of essays. So please forgive me for writing so slowly.Don't think I'm a bold person just because I write so many violent scenes. "People who are still at night at three o'clock in the middle of the night and go to the kitchen to open the refrigerator to find something to eat can only write articles like this." This is what Haruki Murakami wrote in "Listening to the Song of the Wind".

I usually leave the fridge off.Just order two packs of instant noodles to fill your stomach. "A man whose ambition does not match his talents is the saddest thing in the world." This is what I wrote in this book. Of course, this is just a word in the world of fiction, so it cannot be taken as true.For those of us ordinary men who account for 99.99%, the word "ambition" is very far away-don't tell me, if you want the stocks in your hand to rise by two or three prices immediately It's called "ambition". For most ordinary men, there is really one sad thing in common.Not baldness, weight gain, or sexual decline—although those are sad things.

What I want to say is: a man's mental age does not match his actual age. "Why do you still look like you're not growing up?" "Mature, okay?" We don't know how many times we have heard these words. Sorry.Please let us play for a few more years.Before we get bald, fat, and sexually impaired. By juxtaposing my own sentences with those of the preceding two writers, I certainly do not mean to imply that I am on a par with them. That just goes to show: I love reading, and I love writing. I recently read a history book and discovered an interesting fact. Words always have a sacred feeling for intellectuals, and they are spiritual weapons against materialistic secularism.At least I used to think so myself.

However, it turns out that the appearance of the first words was not to express human emotions and ideas, not to record the lessons of history, or even to divination and sacrifice.Humans invented writing (the earliest being Sumerian cuneiform) just to record business transactions.The purpose of creating words is purely material and mundane. Then today, the text finally turns the guest into the main.Words can sell money. We have come a long way. After reading this postscript, you may feel that I have changed.It can be seen from the postscript.It is shorter than before, and the attitude is not as serious as before.

Maybe it's because I understand that there is no need to be so serious.Writing a novel is just telling a story.an interesting story.That's all. Qiao Jingfu July 2, 2001