Chapter 18 deposit

I write articles very slowly and laboriously, so sometimes the editor asks me for a manuscript, but I can’t get it out, so he says: You have a manuscript on file, just take one out.As time passed, I also suspected that I did have a lot of manuscripts stored there, so I finally made up my mind to search for them.Sure enough, there are.I will now extract some from each article and make a brief introduction.If anyone is willing to publish it, you can ask for it by name, but I am afraid that there will be no one to ask for advice. The oldest one is called Ideal Village in Ideal, written when I was about twelve or thirteen years old.There used to be, but unfortunately lost.I still remember that the first novel was an untitled tragedy of family ethics, about a well-to-do family.The surname is Yun, married a daughter-in-law named Yue'e, and a sister-in-law named Feng'e.Her elder brother went out to do business, so Feng'e took the opportunity to plot a plan to murder her sister-in-law.I stopped writing here, did not continue, and started to write a historical novel. The beginning is: Talking about the end of the Sui Dynasty and the beginning of the Tang Dynasty.I like that time, it seems to be a booming orange-red era.I remember that this article was drafted on the blank pages of an old account book. The book was wide and short, divided into two sections, with a red note printed on the light yellow bamboo paper.I filled a sheet with ink and pen, and a relative named Braid's eldest niece came and saw that I was only seven years old at the time, but there were many nieces in their twenties who said yes!It's time to write the Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties.I feel very proud, but it's always just for this one, and I don't have the courage to stick it out.

(It seems that I have been attacking Mr. Editor since I was nine years old, but at that time when I contributed to the local supplement of the news newspaper several times, I got no news, so I stopped trying until two years ago.) After resting for a few more years, when I was studying in elementary school, I wrote a short novel for the first time.The heroine, Suzhen, was visiting the park with her lover, when suddenly a jade hand patted her on the shoulder. It turned out to be her cousin Fangting.She introduces her boyfriend to Fang Ting, which leads to a tragic love triangle.Suzhen was angry and committed suicide by throwing herself into the water.The novel was written in pencil in a notebook, and the classmates read it while sleeping under a mosquito net.After rubbing and rubbing, the handwriting was blurred.The name of the heartbroken man in the book is Yin Meisheng, and a classmate surnamed Yin asked: Why is his surname also Yin?When I brought up the pen, it was changed to Wang Meisheng.I changed it back again.After repeated changes several times, the paper was worn through.

This is done in private.There is another kind of New Testament style in composition in school. I still remember a line of epigram: That intoxicating spring breeze turned me into a stone statue in front of your door.The ideal ideal village belongs to this period.I can't believe I wrote this, and here's the new cliché I can't stand: On top of a hill there's a fancy dance hall.After dinner, the milky white smoke gradually faded, revealing the bright blue sky of the southern country.You can hear the melodious music, like a peach-colored net, cast down from the top of the mountain, covering the whole mountain.There are active youth here, and some are hot and fiery hearts. There are no decadent little old people, only healthy young people.Silver shoulders wandering in the empty sky, she seems to be crying, she hates her loneliness.There is also the swimming pool, always like a kind old woman, with wrinkled face, she smiles, and when she sees many lively children jumping into the water like little mermaids, she bursts out with great silver splashes of joy.She laughed loudly.Although she is old, her heart is forever young.The kids love her and they want them to live up to her expectations.They try hard to be good swimmers.There are flourishing and smiling wild roses along the road. When the wind comes, they twist their waists and send a bright eye wave, as if they are performing fashion in a fashion exhibition.The clear spring gurgled from the crevices of the stones, flowing, flowing, flowing all the way to the foot of the mountain, forming a pool of blue light.When the smoked wind is intoxicating the world, you can hide in the boat without rowing, let it float gently, as if afraid of waking up the sleeping pool waves, and scoop it under the thick green weeping willows.What a poetic scene this is!

Although I don't like Zhang Ziping, the trend of the fashion, I can't help but use two words full of emotion.I have a good classmate, her surname is Zhang, and I am also surnamed Zhang; she likes Zhang Ziping, and I like Zhang Henshui, and the two often argue. Later, I wrote a long chapter novel of the pure Mandarin and Butterfly style, Modern Dream of Red Mansions.The retrospective was drawn up by my father, and it is quite decent. There are five chapters in total: vicissitudes change, Bao Dai lives on the first floor, chickens and dogs ascend to immortals and Jia Lian is appointed by the king; Farewell to boudoirs, fake pious lovers to participate in religious scriptures; Pingyuan Tianya loves to be married, desolate springs and roads are destined to be mandarin ducks together; voices float and sink, good friends shed tears in the sky, bright and swaying lovers play together in spring; Do not sleepwalker sad.

At the beginning, I wrote that Baoyu received a photo from Fu Qiufang: Baoyu smiled and said: Xiren, you should cast your eyes and criticize for a while, is she beautiful or sister Lin?Xiren gave him a hard look and said: Humph!I'll tell Miss Lin to go!Use her as an analogy with people outside who have nothing to do with it. Don't forget. My wife told me yesterday that the master will take a special car back to Shanghai from Nanjing tonight and ask you to go and answer Mao'er. Don't forget, and you will mess with the master again. angry. Write about Jia Lian's official: the whole room was crowded with darkness, and even Aunt Zhao and Aunt Zhou rushed from the small mansion.Sister Feng smiled all over her face, pulled Baoyu and said, "Brother Bao, go and say congratulations to your second brother Lian!"The master cultivated him and gave him a director of the railway bureau!Baoyu squeezed in, and saw Jia Mu leaning on Concubine Yang's couch, Yuanyang squatting on a small stool and burning opium under a stewing lamp, and Amber leaning on the couch to beat Jia Mu's legs. Jia Lian was really happy at this time. It was all over, and the music was such that he completely forgot the usual foreign style and etiquette, took a step back, lowered his hands, greeted Jia Zheng respectfully, and said loudly: Thank you, second uncle cultivation.

Sister Feng celebrated with wine in the room, sat in the chair, looked at Ping'er and said with a smile: "You come here today to be happy and happy, don't stick to the etiquette, let's sit together and have fun!"The three passed cups and passed cups. Jia Lian said, "I don't know how many famines have happened in the past two years, but now it's all right."Jia Lian laughed loudly and said, "Don't worry, grandma, with two beautiful fetuses like you and Heping, what kind of concubine should I ask for?"Sister Feng sneered and said, "Second Lord, I'm over the prize!"You have your own sweetheart that you can't forget in your sleep and dreams, and put it in the small mansion in Qinyuan Village. Why are you pretending to be hypocritical?Everyone's heart is clear!Jia Lian hurriedly said: "Since you went to make a fuss in the You family, I listened to your advice and never went there. Feng'er can be a witness."Sister Feng said: "Besides her, you don't know how many halls you have outside!"I'll find out tomorrow, and I'll do a careful calculation with you!Ping'er saw that the conversation between the two of them had diverged again, so he hurriedly made a diversion and walked over.

Jia Zhen brought a letter saying that Second Sister You hired a lawyer to sue Jia Lian for seduction and abandonment, because he had a new career and his official reputation was important, and she planned to defraud him of a large sum of money.Jia Lian was unable to raise funds.After much deliberation, the only option is to ask Jia Zhen for accommodation. Anyway, he also had a part in this matter at first, so forgive him for not refusing.Jia Zhen embezzled the money from Youshi's private house to him, fearing that he would default on the debt, and the excuse was that she borrowed it from a friend.

The following is the new life fashion show hosted by the chairman's wife Jia Yuanchun, Qin Zhongzhi's elopement, Fang Guan's official sent by Jia's mansion to join the song and dance troupe, and is pursued by Zhenzhen, father and son and Baoyu; sister Qiao was kidnapped; Baoyu clamored to go abroad with Daiyu, but the family couldn't make it through, so he ran away in anger, and Mrs. Jia Muwang finally gave in.Xiren asked Baoyu to bid farewell to Baochai. Baoyu pushed and said: "My aunt has been giving people a bad face recently. Later, he felt dissatisfied in his heart. He asked Xiren, what did Sister Bao blame me for?"Attacker said: How do I know about you?Baoyu let out a long sigh.Before leaving, Baodai quarreled again and broke up. Baoyu had no choice but to go abroad alone.

This is a popular novel. On the one hand, I also write more elegant things.When I was about to graduate from middle school, I published two novels with a neo-literary accent in the school magazine, Farewell My Concubine and the Bull.Niu can represent the works of ordinary urban youths who love literature and art to describe the countryside. It may be commendable, but I always feel impatient after reading it: Lu Xing stood at the door with his hips akimbo, holding the dry marriage pipe in his mouth.The rain had just stopped, and the wet thatch on the roof was dripping glisteningly.There are high and low yellow mud pools underground, with green water flowing.A few foxtails are scattered in the center of the water, and the light chestnut tassels are gently shaking as the water eddies.The wind blowing on the face is still icy and brushes past the tip of the nose, but it seems to have a little more grass fragrance than in winter.

Lu Xing knocked the cigarette ash on the board door, tightened his waist belt, and walked towards the bullpen.Over there, the thin, early-clear sun passed through the fence, spreading rectangular shadows and lights evenly on the dirt floor.Two thin and timid little yellow chickens were shaking their sticky wings, walking around to peck and eat.Inside the cowshed, an empty sink full of dust was lying lonely, with a layer of paper on it, and dried vegetables were drying.In the corner, hay clippings still exist.One side of the fence was worn white from the itching of cows' necks when they were full of grass.Lu Xing gently put his hand on the worn-out fence, stroking the rough wood, a bitter smell slowly climbed up the bridge of his nose, blocked his throat, and tears filled his eyes.

Lu Xing sold his cattle, and he had no cattle to plow in Chunlai, so he planned to give two chickens to his neighbors and rent a cow.Mrs. Luxing objected at first: My God!First, my cow was led away alive, and then the silver hairpin, and it's the turn of these two chicks!You're a man, you only count my stuff At last the ox was borrowed, but the ox had a bad temper and was not under his control.Lu Xing pushed on slightly, the bull rushed towards him, the horn pierced his chest, and he died like this. At dusk again, Mrs. Lu Xing sent out a black coffin that was carried by two people in a hemp belt.She pressed her face against the cold coffin board again and again, rubbing the half-dried sealing paint with her disheveled hair.Her big tame, trembling brown eyes were full of tears; she said in a low, trembling voice; First, my ox, my strong ox who can eat and cook, took away 90% of the dowry silver hairpin, the shiny silver hairpin, and then my chicken, you, and you were also carried away She cried She had to choke, she felt that all the lovely things she encountered in her life had grown wings and flew away in the cool evening wind. The yellow moon hangs obliquely over the mouth of the chimney, mistly smoked by the cooking smoke, the morning glory spreads its small pink and purple trumpet in the pile of graves, and the dog's tail rustles its sorrel tassels.The life unfolding in front of Mrs. Lu Xing is a long, long night without the sound of creaking chickens and Lu Xing's tall shadow dangling in front of the lamp. What a lonely night it must be! Last year, I read Li Shifang's Farewell My Concubine, and I was full of emotions. I wanted to write it as a novel, but because I had already written one before, the sentences that I thought were moving at the time only felt numb and disgusting; because I couldn't get rid of those memories, It was never written.That Farewell My Concubine article has very little Chinese flavor, and is close to the ancient costume dramas that are popular now.Xiang Yu was the leader of the Jiangdong rebels.Concubine Yu is a pale and loyal woman behind the Overlord.The overlord really ruled the world, even if she became a noble concubine, her future would not be optimistic.Now, he is her sun and she is the moon, reflecting his light.If he had Sangong and Liuyuan, countless meteors would fly into their sky.Therefore, she secretly hoped that this battle would continue.One night when she was trapped in Gaixia, when she was patrolling the camp, she heard the Chu State's ditty crying about the Great Wall from the enemy far away.She hurried back to the tent to report to the Overlord, but could not bear to wake him.He is one of the eternally young people: although his messy hair on his forehead has already turned gray, and Guangyang's sharp blade has drawn a few deep wrinkles on his firm forehead, he His sleeping face still contained the frankness and stubbornness of a baby. Overlord heard the besieged from all sides, and knew that Liu Bang had done his best.Yu Ji's heart ached when she saw King Xiang's stubborn lips turned white.His eyeballs shone like cold glass.The look of those eyes staring forward was so terrible that she could not help covering them with her wide sleeves.She could feel his eyelashes fluttering rapidly in her palm, and she felt a string of cold teardrops from her palm to her arms.It was the first time she knew that the hero's traitor was also a weeping animal. He shook off her hand, walked back to the tent crookedly with heavy steps.She followed in and saw him sitting on the couch with his back bent, holding his head in his hands.The candle was only lit by the length of the thumb.The lingering light has penetrated into the curtain. Bring me some wine.He raised his eyes and said. When he held the amber-filled wine glass in his hand, he put his hands on his knees and looked at her with a smile. Yuji, we're done.Judging by the situation, we are doomed to be surrounded beasts.But we don't want to be the hunted, we want to be the hunter.Tomorrow, no, today is our last hunting trip.I want to rush out a bloody road and step over the helmets of the Han army!Hmph, then Liu Bang, did he think I was locked in a cage by him?I have at least one chance of a good hunt, and perhaps my gun will pierce his heart as I did a costly sable.Yu Ji, put on your Persian soft armor, you have to follow me until the last minute.We're all going to die on horseback. Yu Ji refused to go with him, for fear of distracting him.He said: Oh, then you stay behind, let the soldiers of the Han army find you, and dedicate you to Liu Bang! Chu Ji smiled, and she quickly pulled the knife out of its sheath, and with just one stab, it pierced deeply into her chest. Xiang Yu rushed over to support her waist, her hand was still tightly grasping the gold-inlaid knife handle.Xiang Yu lowered his tearful eyes that were as bright as fire and stared at her closely.She opened her eyes, and then, as if unable to bear the intensity of the sun, she closed them again.Xiang Yu put his ear to her trembling lips, and he heard her say something he didn't understand: I'm more happy with this finish. When her body was getting colder, King Xiang pulled out the knife from her chest and wiped the blood on his uniform.Then, gritting his teeth, and in a voice like the roar of a sandy boar, he cried: Sergeant Cao, Sergeant Cao.Blow up the corners!Order to prepare the horses, we are going to rush down the mountain! The last scene is too Hollywood-like. Later I went to Hong Kong to study, and I stopped writing in Chinese for three years.In order to practice English, even letters are written in English.I think this is a very useful constraint.Now I write again, without limit.It really should stop for a while, for three to five years.When I bring up the pen again, I may have to make progress, but I don't know.