Chapter 34 Chapter 33 Academic Issues

I should put aside the doubts about the two strange old men in the tea garden warehouse for the time being, and I should not describe those "personnel" who come to harass our power company, water power company, and telecommunications bureau from time to time.Let me start with some details inside the house at No. 7, Lane 1, Meiman Xincheng—— The dresser on which I was writing my dissertation was made of plywood veneer, and one of its legs was broken, and even though I had placed two books under it, it still wobbled.As soon as I write, it's like sitting in an old car, bumping up and down.This has a very bad influence on my writing life in the future-I can hardly write a word on any flat and stable desktop.As much as I hate the idea that writing depends on some sort of inspiration, let me be honest: If a writing desk didn't have a tendency to tilt a little bit, I wouldn't have any inspiration at all.

Another practical problem is that after Sun Xiaoliu's whereabouts are exposed, he can no longer carry any reference books for me. Therefore, it is planned that the emperor's 300,000-word thesis should have quoted and excerpted ancient classics, recent works, and Other data that can fill the space are all gone.This delayed my writing for days.Finally, at noon on a weekend when Xiaowu came again one day, I couldn't help it anymore, and sat on that long bench and sobbed.At first, Xiao Wu just reassured me not to worry, he would always figure out a way.Since no one could think of a solution, she advised me: If the pressure is too great, you can also consider giving up temporarily, and then slowly find time to finish writing the thesis after serving as a soldier.However, this is not feasible, because I have to go to school in person to apply for a suspension of school; if I can go to school in person without risk of death, why should I suspend school?In short, I was stuck - not just physically, but mentally.

Not being able to read at will what I should or would like to read is an extremely severe punishment.This made me truly feel the anguish of captivity and the loneliness of losing freedom.While weeping, I kept saying to Xiao Wu: "I'm so sad, I'm so sad, I'm so sad." There is no other words that can better express my mood at that time than these four words.I have said it at least three hundred times, and at the bottom of my consciousness, I think of many great men who have been imprisoned and exiled in ancient and modern times-I believe they must not stop when they really experience my feelings. Saying "I'm so sad"?

In the end, Xiao Wu casually asked me a layman's words; "Do I have to read those books?" "What do you mean?" "Can't you write whatever you want?" Just when I was about to say "Of course not, this is a master's thesis", inspiration came - my eyes suddenly lit up!Why not?I turned around and went into the room, sat back in front of the shaky and trembling dressing table, and started to write at my desk. From that day forward, I stopped thinking about reference books.If there is a need to quote famous classics or research data from ancient and modern China and foreign countries, I will make up a person's name, fabricate a book title, and fabricate a paragraph that looks like it has been said and written thousands of years ago, and it can be fully explained. language to support my reasoning.Frankly speaking: this kind of activity is very interesting; almost like an addiction, I find it more and more fascinating to invent the reasons in a thesis than to deduce a rigorous argument or generalize an abstract proposition.In nearly four months, I created 132 non-existent people, 205 non-existent books, 326 non-existent treatises; if it were not for the due date It's over, I can continue to write until the end of time.

In this kind of days of writing papers, which can be said to be "burning the ointment and burning the sun, day and night", I did not think much about practical issues.For example: Can I really finish writing on schedule?Even if I finish writing on schedule, how can I hand over the manuscript to the typing department for typing, typesetting, printing, and binding?Even if all these things can be done smoothly, how can I avoid those terrorists who cast a net and catch me outside the gate at any time, and go to the thesis oral exam?To put it more honestly: I don’t even know when the interview is held or where it will be held—I’ve been completely cut off from the world outside the formation.

However, miracles also happened.Not long after the fierce fight in the warehouse of the tea garden, Sun Xiaoliu found that our rations were gone, only a few sticks of cod fish shreds and half a pack of moldy Wangzi noodles were left—not even enough to feed those big spiders .I don't remember exactly how long it took me to go without food, but in that state of extreme hunger, the human mind becomes very clear - I can even become aware of myself in a visual state as soon as I close my eyes. The movement of brain cells; some of them are spiraling like amoebas, some are jumping like beans, and some are like drops of water that collide and melt when the heavy rain knocks on the window. The point of fear.Concurrently, all kinds of data stored in those strangely shaped brain cells also began to turn into various vivid and flexible symbols, sending out various calls to me.

The actual situation is like this, when I put my arms around my knees and stare at the nib sliding rapidly on the manuscript paper to write the words and sentences required for the thesis, there are countless other pictures that can be called mental images that are also opened around me at the same time , the total number of them is actually difficult to accurately estimate-because every picture is flashing and moving at any time, as long as I distract my attention, it will immediately be like entering a movie that I have already watched thoroughly, not only understanding the plot Know the factual details of it, but also its meaning, and have a better understanding of what will happen next.

To give an example: When I was writing about the pre-Qin strategist’s knowledge and the Han Dynasty’s becoming a necessary skill for a professional speaker defending the emperor in the court, a strange scene suddenly appeared above the plastic chair next to the dressing table. It was a situation where a three-storey square building suddenly collapsed.Then—almost without thinking—I realized at once that no one had been killed, and only two or three of sixty-four burly, middle-aged men were injured.Just when this thought flashed by, I was already in the collapsed building—but I didn’t feel oppressed and suffocated—I was able to wander freely in the gray smoke and dust underground, watching these people being killed There are eight big nets; some nets have more people, and some nets have fewer people.But without counting them at all, I know that there are sixty-four of them, not one more, not one less.

It was a very weird scene, and for one thing it had nothing to do with my dissertation.Secondly, it has never been a fragment of my past real life.Thirdly, it is definitely not a scene from any movie or drama I have ever seen.However, I am so familiar with it - no need to continue reading, I already know that this is a group of old Caobang nunnery veterans who were deceived and framed by Hong Ying of the Tiandihui during the Guangxu period. They were almost buried alive, and the tree collapsed The building called "Yuan Dailou" was built by the descendants of Qian Duzhi, a famous architect in the Qing Dynasty. This building does have a mechanism that can both harm and save people.The whole story originally came from the master's thesis "The History of the Small Knife Society of Shanghai and the Study of the Hongmen Sidewalk Secret Book" written by the person named "Chen Xiumei".To put it bluntly: as a result of hunger—perhaps coupled with fear or anxiety of isolation—every episode in the books I've read has begun to swarm me and compel me, again and again, with vivid images. I stare at them.

For me, this unprecedented experience is actually extremely fascinating, as if the books I have read-no matter how dull, trite or false they may be-are in a kind of lively, hot Charm shows me life.In this large space on the ground floor, whether you call it the living room, the study, or the bedroom, there can be no room for tens of thousands of such beings.The ghost of the book.Gift the soul in black and white.Just before I'm about to turn hungry, come and say my perfect goodbye.It's also like the situation we may encounter in the world - you will meet an old classmate who seems to have known you on the road, but you can't remember his name, or read a name somewhere, you know That's your old friend, but I can't remember his face at all--among the images crowded around my extremely tired body, I feel very strange, as if I have never seen it before.In other words: some of what I had read, but apparently forgotten, also emerged from the corners of my memory.

On the right side of the dressing table, that is, in the triangular area below the stairs, the ground is covered with large and small fungus chains, and the skylight in the front and rear yards cannot touch it at all, so the darkness is as deep as splashed ink.It is also in this area that some plots that I am not consciously familiar with are staged—they seem to be scattered from the books I have read, like beads that have been unthreaded, shining lonely.This caught my attention instead, and I finally stopped writing, letting Emperor Wu of Han and his language attendants temporarily retreat from my mind, and began to carefully examine the picture in a mood of playing with a jigsaw puzzle.I feel dimly that I am doing this out of some sincere emotion--such emotion I have never felt for any living person; I feel obliged to restore the contextual connection for them.Doing so (at least in the immediate intuition) is far more important than finishing a master's thesis that seems impossible to write. One of the clips was on five or six fungus sprouting along the wall between the skirting boards and the terrazzo.It was a young man in his twenties walking on an old, east-west street. He walked back and forth several times, as if hesitating whether to go into a building next to the street.There was a small courtyard in front of the building, the courtyard wall was very high, and on the right side of the lintel hung a lacquered wooden plaque, with six big characters carved in block letters and engraved in ink that read "Nanchang Bandit Suppression Headquarters".On the bridge of the young man's nose were glasses as thick as the bottom of a wine glass. He seemed to have read a book, and he was dressed in a brown cloth robe, which was also very elegant, neither like a bandit nor like a bandit suppressor.But while he was hesitating, two gunmen suddenly rushed out of the courtyard, one on each side, dragged the young man into the hall of the headquarters, went straight to the second floor, threw him into a door and hanged " The room with the "Spionage Section" signboard.There was a large conference table inside, surrounded by a dozen wicker chairs with armrests, but only five people sat there.One of them frowned when he saw the young man's face, and said in Hunan, "Here we go again! Bo Xi, since you brought that beggar here for camp, it's almost like a vegetable market." A man from Hunan who spoke Zhejiang dialect The middle-aged man also hurriedly said: "Yesterday, the day before yesterday, the day before yesterday, how many days in a row? Sadu dragged out one or two every day, and as many as four or five, no one knows if it is really meticulous—— "Speaking of this, the little fat man called "Sadu" also spoke up: "I have dealt with it so softly. You think: don't deal with it, let them probe their brains, maybe one day they will break in from the eaves and jump over the wall. Leaking information, isn’t it a bad thing? Let’s deal with it—to be honest: I don’t know whether these people are bandits or not: one of them was killed by mistake, and he was sorry for the common people. When will I deal with your men; Bo Xi! Don't blame me." The man called "Bo Xi" had a long white face (I recognized him; in the book I remember more deeply, his name was "Ju Yi")—this man had not had time to answer, and the other man at the end of the long table A Sichuan native with shrunken shoulders, bowed head and rolled his eyes in the rattan chair glanced at the young man who was pushed to the ground and said in a hoarse voice: "I said earlier that as long as you are a "comrade", you can keep it; but Now that there are so many trucks pretending to be "comrades", how can I choose? Zhong Han is right, the current operation is almost the same as that of a vegetable market. I heard that Guike even took in two protesters in one go in the first few days Student, if the "old man" finds out about this, wouldn't it be a big blow to him?" Ju Yi in this room is obviously because of his low official position or younger age, although his expression is very conceited, there is still a little humility.He straightened his back and nodded at any time, as if he had taken the reproaches of these four people into his heart, and then he said: "He Gong, Kang Gong, Mr. Jiang, and Mr. Yu, the first thing I want to report to you is the two This student was not "accepted" by us, but "invited" to come in, and it was the meaning of the "generalissimo" himself.". The expressions of the other four people suddenly changed when they heard the words, and after a while of babbling, they whispered in a Hunan dialect: "What's the matter?" "I heard that it was recommended by Wan Yanfang, the head of the old Cao gang." Ju Yi said: "One is a doctor. It is said that the distant ancestors were taught by Shaolin medicine. -" "Alas!" the little fat man "Sadu" suddenly bounced, and said, "Could it be the descendant of the heavenly doctor Wang Fu who once treated He Guiqing, the former governor of the Qing Dynasty?" "That's right," Ju Yi continued expressionlessly: "This man is only 30 years old, and he has already been called the number one genius doctor in Zhiluyu. He is nicknamed "Crazy Bianque". Fu's descendant. The other one, the background is even bigger——" Ju Yi paused suddenly when he said this, then turned his head and raised his chin towards the gunman behind the young man crouching in front of the table, motioning to drag him Get up, and then said: "My brother! I have admired you for a long time, and the Li family in Jining has read a lot of books and learned a lot. Let me test you—the old Cao Gang had a catastrophe in Yuandailou by the Suzhou River during the Guangxu period. ; May I ask who was the one who saved the eighty-eighty-sixty-four veterans of the old Cao Gang without a knife or a gun at that time?" As a result, the four people sitting around the long table were stunned unconsciously, and each thought to themselves: Unexpectedly, the young man who was poking his head outside the gate of the camp earlier also has a background; I just don't know what "Jining Li Shi" is.Just as he was wondering, he heard the young man surnamed Li straighten his glasses, then brushed off the dust on his robe, and said: "This person has a surname and no name, presumably it was caused by the intentional burial after the collapse of the Yuandai Tower." But his ancestor was a beggar, and he didn’t have a name or surname, but he built some mansions for Qian Jushi during the Qianlong period, so he took the surname Qian. The person you are asking should have the surname Qian.” Almost without hesitation, when he finished speaking in one breath, Ju Yi's horse face suddenly turned inward, revealing two rows of square and white teeth, and said: "Sure enough, my comrades in the espionage department are not on duty for nothing—you My brother is Li Shouwu who followed the beggar?" After speaking, without waiting for the young man to answer, the smile on his face disappeared, and he turned back to everyone at the table and said in a solemn voice: "Let's talk about the other one first, that person It’s called Qian Jingnong—the old Cao Gang survived the catastrophe in Yuandailou, thanks to Qian Jingnong’s grandfather.” "Then," the Sichuanese known as "Kang Gong" couldn't help interjecting at this moment and asked: "It doesn't matter whether he is surnamed Wang or Qian, and no matter how famous his ancestors are, Wan Yanfang recommends these two people to come here." , what do you want?" The Hunan native called "He Gong" glanced at the young man surnamed Li, and then said, "And this young man with a wicked eyebrow and eyes, from which hole did he come out?" Ju Yi ignored "He Gong" and went on: "Wang Xunru and Qian Jingnong are connected with Nawan Yanfang, and each has its own appearance and inside. The boy named Wang has a vengeance with heaven and earth, and the ancestor named Qian lived in Laocao. Thank you for your help. Wan Yanfang tried his best to win them over, did he fall in love with their abilities? Our spy department is not a roundworm in his stomach, so we naturally don't understand. But there is a reason why we can't win them over. The laws of the Laocao gang are strict, and unless there is an introduction teacher and a point of reference teacher to join the teacher, they cannot be regarded as disciples of Anqing; This is not necessarily in line with Wan Yanfang's original intention of soliciting friendship. Second, Wang and Qian are new youths. Although they are full of old knowledge, their thinking is very modern. The world of the Republic of China is one head? Isn’t this the same as forcing people to go to Liangshan and falling grass to become bandits?” The Zhejiang native who is called "Mr. Jiang" unconsciously nodded and smiled and said, "I have long heard that Wan Ziqing and Wan Yanfang are highly praised by the three religions and nine schools of thought from all over the world. , as expected, she has a vision and a chest.” "That's why Wan Yanfang made a personal friendship with these two boys, treating them like guests, treating them like honored guests, eating, drinking and playing when they have nothing to do, and going to eat and drink when they have something to do; this is nothing more than a supporter," Ju Yi said. Here, I took out a small notebook from the inner pocket of my jacket, flipped through it for a while, and continued: "The comrades around the Generalissimo sent a message, saying that Wan Yanfang recommended this Wang and Qian, please the Generalissimo as well." The "National Scholars" treated him with the words "reconstruction center"." As soon as this remark came out, the four of them suddenly whispered to each other, their expressions were filled with fear and doubt, and at the same time, they showed a somewhat angry and unbearable expression.The little fat man Yu Sadu suddenly slapped the table: ""reconstruction center"? What is this word? If Wan Guoruo doesn't know what a "center" is, how can he rebuild it? If he knows, wouldn't he be aiming at us "Li Xingshe" Are you here to step on the plate?" Ju Yi was still unflappable, and continued slowly: "The intelligence only said that - with the help of these two talents, coupled with the establishment of the flag and rudder halls in various places of the Lao Cao Gang, several local military departments in the north can be controlled. In addition, there is an important sentence that Wan Yanfang said personally; he said to the Generalissimo: "Using Whampoa to win the world may not necessarily rule the world with Whampoa. "" "How can you say that you are a talent for governing the country and the world! How can you say that you have foresight and wisdom!" Sichuan native "Kang Gong" glared at "Mr. Said: "It is clear that people were sent undercover to seize power. From my point of view: it is insidious and vicious, and it is even worse than the Communist Party. If the Generalissimo suffers from this, there is no need to say "rebuild the center", I am afraid that even the slightest vitality of the Republic of China government will be exhausted!" "Should I report to the Generalissimo, say that the old Cao Gang Wan is ambitious and has a conspiracy to endanger the center—" "He Gong" said to himself, with one hand still scribbling on the table, As if writing an official document, "Bo Xi! If you can collect one or two pieces of information to clarify the relationship between the surname Wan and the Communist Party, I will make a report and submit it. Use Guike's spy information as an appendix. It is written in black and white, with evidence, and the Generalissimo will not believe it." "He Gong, Kang Gong," Ju Yi squinted his eyes, put away the booklet, and said slowly: "There are so many signs; the Generalissimo listens to you two, or to the surname Wan, but he still doesn't Definitely!" He and Kang fell silent when they heard the words.Thinking about it, the "Old Man" guesses deeply, which is unusual; anyone who has been with him for a long time knows that once he talks about right and wrong in front of him, it is very easy for him to have doubts about the right and wrong of the person who said it first.Therefore, in order to win his trust, one needs to be precise in dealing with advances and retreats. Those who are cautious cannot be taught to be reserved and hidden, and those who are active cannot be taught to have other ambitions.Especially in this kind of strategy that is closely related to how to use talents and employ people, once you act rashly, you will immediately arouse resentment, which is bad for you. After Ju Yi's reminder, the other four people couldn't think of anything to discuss for a while, you looked at me, I glanced at him, and finally had to cast their eyes on Ju Yi's side in unison.But seeing him rubbing his smooth chin twice, he said with confidence: "Since you are a member of the Jianghu, you have to follow the way of the Jianghu. If you follow my style of doing things, you don't need to think too much. People can "reimburse"—of course, how to "reimburse"? Who will do it? What means? I don't need you to worry about these." "Is it appropriate to do this?" The four of them said this almost at the same time, and looked at each other for a while, and finally the "Grand He" who seemed to have the most experience asked: "They are newcomers, and they have only seen the face of the Generalissimo. , if it is "reimbursed" like this, wouldn't we all be inseparable?" "Everyone knows my tricks—" Ju Yi bared his teeth, half smiling, half as if he was about to bite, and said, "When I do something, if it's leaking, I can do it under Dai Gong's hands." Are you alive today?" "This matter should not be delayed too soon. If it is delayed for a long time, I'm afraid there will be long nights and dreams." "Kang Gong" also gritted his teeth and said.Ju Yi nodded, pondered for a moment with his face tilted, and then said with emotion: "Let's do it—Daigong sent a telegram to tell me that the beggar and I went to Nanjing on a business trip. If we can do it, I might go to Tai'an, Shandong. , when I get back, I will take care of this matter for everyone.” "Why go to the north again? Didn't Mr. Kang say "it's better to be quicker than later"?" The little fat man Yu Sadu gave Ju Yi a look. Ju Yi hesitated for a moment, and unconsciously pointed at the young man surnamed Li, and then showed a carefree expression, saying: "Do you still remember that I said that the beggar has a mechanism on his body?" , its price is no less than that of a hundred thousand troops?" Everyone was stunned, and shook their heads one after another. "Mr. Jiang" sighed with disdain, and said, "It's those things in your Jianghu again. Hey!" Ju Yi was not very happy to hear his words.But instead of seeing him being annoyed, he burst out laughing wildly; while laughing, he stepped forward a few steps from his seat, walked towards the young man surnamed Li, and suddenly spun out a palm and landed on the left cheek of the other man abruptly. , hit him with shooting stars, one body was more than two feet off the ground, he flew to the right for a long distance, his shoulder hit the wall, and the man withered to the ground.In a daze, I heard Ju Yi continue to say: "Since the things in the Jianghu are so despised by others, why are you so determined to come after the "Ten Essentials of Musashi"?" This slap seemed to have slapped the young man surnamed Li on the face, so why not protest against the four sitting at the table?Ju Yi's intention of pointing at Sang and scolding Huai was so obvious that He, Kang, Jiang, Yu and the others jumped up; he still refused to give up, he suddenly became short, and suddenly extended his left palm to the young man surnamed Li. Pushing his chin again, he said at the same time: "Since your Li family in Jining are scholars, why do you treat these low-level things in our Jianghu as learning? Do you think so? - Li Shouwu ! All we have are two fists and one pair of legs, what kind of academic problems are there?"