Chapter 12 postscript

This novel of more than 300,000 characters begins with the first chapter of "Broken City" in 1942 and ends with the last chapter of "Military Training" in the autumn of 1982. It has gone through four years. Ten years, that is to say, almost half a century.It took so long to write, it must be a masterpiece. Didn’t you just write some foreign masterpieces for decades?Isn't Cao Xueqin's finalized only after he "read it for ten years and added it five times"? No, who is the kid, how dare he compare himself with famous masters?It's just a record of "Luan Tan", how dare it be among the famous books?The reason why I say that this book took forty years to complete is to say how many disasters and tortures this little book has experienced before it finally obtained the right to be born.

To say that the collection of materials for this novel and the beginning of brewing, it has to be pushed back to the late 1930s.At that time, I was already a so-called professional revolutionary, doing underground party work in the Kuomintang ruled areas.For cover, I don't change my profession newly.I have been a teacher, a student, a small civil servant, a peddler, and a vagabond.In the middle of this, I have contacts with people of all schools and schools.In the hotels and teahouses in the city, in the chicken feather shops or small restaurants in the countryside, in the long journeys by car and boat, on the ups and downs of seemingly endless muddy mountain roads, and of course in the low huts of the workers, Under the tung oil lamps in the small farmhouse, I met many ordinary people, and they set up many strange dragon gate arrays for me that I had never heard of before.In particular, what I can't forget is that I also met some small people like clerks in the small yamen and Wuguan.These little people, as they themselves said, have neither the blessings to go to the wine, eat and drink, nor have the money to go to the casino to drink and drink, and they don't want to go to the smokehouse to smoke, and they don't bother to go to the Yulou to find flowers and willows.It is difficult for them to pass the tormenting years, so they have to form gangs, or on stormy nights, or moonlit nights, go to other people's homes to sit on cold benches, drink cold tea, chat about messy stories, and set up battles to find their own entertainment.I was fortunate to be introduced by them as first-class, and at the bench meeting they formed, I heard anecdotes that I could not imagine.Only then did I realize how perverse and ridiculous that society is!How miserable and rich the life of the people is; how noble and pure the souls of those ordinary people are, how quick their thoughts are, how optimistic their characters are, and how vivid and humorous their language is.I was like standing in front of a newly opened gemstone mine, "What a rich material for literary creation."It really amazes me and delights me.But at that time, my work did not allow me to use these materials to create, so I had to let these characters and stories be deposited deeply in the bottom layer of my memory.

In 1941, I was hunted down by secret agents, and I fled to Kunming to do underground party work. I used the cover of being a student in the Chinese Literature Department of Southwest Associated University (formed by Peking University, Tsinghua University, and Nankai University during the Anti-Japanese War) as a cover. Literature has formed a bond.Not only did I have to study my homework carefully in order to do revolutionary work among my classmates, but I also had to use the weapon of literature to carry out propaganda and organization. I wrote articles for the literature wall newspaper, and I still heard about Chu Tunan Li. "With the support of professors such as Tian and others, I ran a literary journal together with comrades such as Zhang Guangmou. In order to "do work", I often told stories among my classmates. Everyone was very happy to hear it, and asked me to give full play to the talents of Sichuan people. The kung fu of arranging dragon gates in teahouses continued. So I unearthed some materials accumulated in the past from the layers of my thoughts and processed them. This prompted me to have a creative impulse. I was born in 1942 I started brewing in 2010, and selected ten stories from the Longmen formation I put up. I decided to create a composition in the form of ten clerks forming a cold bench meeting in a cold yamen, each taking turns to set up a Longmen formation, and named it "Night Story" Ten chapters I started to write the first half of "Broken City", "The Inspection Committee Comes", and also wrote some outlines and partial drafts for the other chapters. However, due to the busy work and study, three days of fishing, two Tianshai.com has never written a name.

In 1946, I was transferred back to Sichuan to do underground party work.Did I know that Sichuan was the headquarters of Chiang Kai-shek, and there were so many secret agents that I had to burn all the manuscripts I wrote before leaving Kunming.After I arrived in Chengdu, I couldn't forget the burning of manuscripts, and my hands were itchy.So I couldn't help but write again after work.I copied out "The Inspectorate Committee Is Coming" and showed it to Comrade Chen Xianghe. He thought it was ambiguous and planned to publish it.But soon after he was hunted down by the spies, he had to flee, and my home was raided by the spies several times later, and all the papers with words were taken away as incriminating evidence. Needless to say, some of the manuscripts I wrote , were confiscated and sentenced to death.

After liberation, "I was very busy at work, but I still didn't forget that it was probably a hard-won old habit that I cherished. I wrote some intermittently. In 1960, Comrade Wei Junyi from the People's Literature Publishing House came to Chengdu, and later Comrade Wang Shijing When I came to Chengdu, I saw a few manuscripts, thought they were unique, and encouraged me to write them. Comrade Jun Yi also asked People’s Literature Publishing House to sign a contract with me. So I took it as a matter of fact and wrote "Qingjiang Zhuangge" Yu, write seriously. Unfortunately, the few notes already written by Zhong Zhong, together with a large number of other manuscripts, outlines of novels, and a large amount of materials, were used as evidence of crimes and were copied during the ten years of the "Cultural Revolution".The fate of me and my manuscript is anyone can imagine.I was suddenly treated as a heinous enemy by yesterday's comrades-in-arms, and I was thrown out. Under the banner titled "Find out the counter-revolutionary revisionist Ma Shitu", they criticized me and my works' "strange articles" full-page and full-page. published.Thinking about the pretentiousness, pretentiousness, spitting blood, sensuality, and the embarrassment of the scholar team who was ordered to write classical Chinese insincerely made me feel both amusing and pitiful.

I specially cut and pasted these strange essays into a book, and wrote them "Appreciate the extraordinary essays together, and analyze the doubts." They hard-pressed me as the Sichuan agent of the "Zhou Yang Gang" and ordered me, Sha Ting and Li Yaqun to form the "Three Family Villages in Sichuan". ", I am honored to be the black shopkeeper of this Sanjia village.Moreover, a large-scale "Horse Da Liaison Station" and "combat team" formed by the rebels also took action, printing out one after another of my "crime records".After all the organizational and public opinion preparations were done, the fate that I had already expected arrived.I was finally imprisoned, and under the command of those "red reform experts", I was ordered to rehabilitate and change my life.And it was an honor to be locked up with comrades Sha Ting and Ai Wu again.This mix is ​​five or six years.But I didn't feel that my life was like a year in it. I used a lot of paper and pen to write inspection and explanation materials, and I started writing novels and miscellaneous notes again.Some of the characters jumped in front of my eyes again, appealing for their right to live.Just as the rebels said, "The person is still alive, but the heart is not dead." My manuscripts can be confiscated, but my head cannot be confiscated. I have the freedom to write my works in my head.

After the "Gang of Four" collapsed, it was really called "the wild fire never burns out, and the spring breeze blows again". Under the urging of the publishing house, I decided to start a new book and start from scratch.However, it is very difficult to take this first step. After a year of work, the results have been minimal.Fortunately, I happened to find a copy of the original manuscript of "Broken City" that was mimeographed for criticism, and I was really happy.This mimeograph manuscript was taken by the editorial department of "Contemporary" and published in the inaugural issue of "Contemporary", and the China Central Radio Station broadcast it again. I received some letters from readers, which gave me great encouragement.So I started writing again in my spare time, and finally finished the first draft in 1982 when Fuyao was recuperating in Qingdao.

This is how I wrote this novel in forty years, and it is also what happened to this novel in forty years.After several catastrophes, it finally gained the right to be born.But wait.I don't know how long it will take for this novel to be published and delivered to readers.Moreover, I have no confidence in whether this novel can win readers.I have said to the editor of the publishing house more than once that I am old, and this book is also old, and "old" is a sign of backwardness and obsolete.This novel is very different from modern Erxing novels in terms of ideological theme, style and language, or to put it plainly, it is outdated and out of date.Who wants to read these records of rotten millet and sesame seeds decades ago?Who still has the patience to listen to the Longmen array slowly set up in the teahouse?Who else loves this vulgar folklore?However, I heard from comrades in the editorial department that judging from the published clips, it’s not bad, and it can show my special style, and judging from the reactions of the masses after it was reprinted on CCTV and local newspapers, it’s not bad either, at least It's a bit interesting, and it can also be viewed as a side view of the thoroughly corrupt Chiang Kai-shek dynasty.Since the Old Testament like the publishing house has to admit its account, let it go out and see the world.

——National Day in Chengdu in 1982