Chapter 384 "Sister, I don't care about humans tonight, I just want you"
"Go to Shang Zhongmin?" Fang Minghua was surprised when he heard this.
Nishikawa told the reason.
It turns out that just this year (1987), Haizi did not want to teach, so he resigned and wanted to go to Hainan to run a newspaper with a few classmates from Yanda.
After he wrote the news to his father, he did not expect that his father would firmly oppose it. Haizi failed to make the trip, so he was depressed and used his vacation to go to Chengdu.
"He said that he will go to Rongcheng, which is the place with the most poets besides Yanjing." Xichuan said with a smile.
“But Shang Zhongmin and his friends have different poetic concepts from yours. Didn’t you say that when you founded Tendency, you wrote Feifei against Shang Zhongmin and his colleagues?” Fang Minghua asked.
Xichuan thought for a moment and asked:
"Editor Fang, your poetry philosophy is different from Shang Zhongmin and others, can't we still have hot pot together?"
Fang Minghua laughed when he heard this.
In fact, Fang Minghua didn't care about this when he asked Haizi.
He tentatively asked: "Xichuan, how is Haizi's recent physical and mental state? Are you still practicing Qigong?"
"Not very good." Xichuan shook his head and sighed. Said:
"In addition to his father's incomprehension, Haizi was also hit by a meeting held by the Yanjing Writers Association in Xishan in May this year."
"What's going on?"
"Haizi was invited to attend. At the meeting, some people criticized him for writing long poems" and "engaging in new romanticism." They said that his short poems were good, but his long poems were of little value. Haizi was very depressed after hearing this. In fact, what he valued most was his long poems. Luo Yihe and I both complained about this. "
Speaking, Xi Chuan was very angry. He turned around and took out a few manuscripts from his office drawer and handed them to Fang Minghua.
"You said, this poem is not good? ! ”
Fang Minghua took it over and took a look.
Holy shit!
One of Haizi's masterpieces.
"Dreams as Horses"!
I want to be a loyal son from afar
And a short-term lover of material things
Like all poets who use dreams as horses
I have to walk on the same road as martyrs and clowns
“It’s very well written. We Yanhe want this poem.” Fang Minghua put the manuscript of the poem into his pocket without hesitation inside.
“When Haizi comes back, tell him that the fee for this poem will be 10 yuan per line!”
This is the highest price for poetry today!
Of course Nishikawa is happy.
When it was almost time, Fang Minghua said goodbye and left. Xi Chuan asked him to have dinner in the evening, but he declined.
When Xi Chuan sent him downstairs to say goodbye, Fang Minghua suddenly stopped.
"Xichuan"
"Huh?"
"You are Haizi's best friend. You should pay more attention to Haizi's mental state in the past two years,"
Seeing Fang Minghua's serious face, Xi Chuan nodded nervously.
"If you need my help with anything, just call me."
"Okay, let's go slowly."
"Goodbye!"
Fang Minghua left the magazine office, stopped a yellow man on the roadside and went straight to Luyuan.
On the way, Fang Minghua looked at the sunset and thought about Haizi.
Haizi committed suicide. In addition to practicing Qigong and becoming obsessed with it, was it also related to this series of unhappiness? Poets are inherently sensitive.
Fang Minghua did not expect that Haizi went to find Shang Zhongmin when he went out to relax.
Fang Minghua really can’t figure out what the two of them are talking about?
If it’s poetry, it’s definitely a quarrel.
However, Haizi is relatively taciturn and is no match for the eloquent Shang Zhongmin.
I hope they are just eating hot pot.
Actually, both Fang Minghua and Xichuan thought wrong. At this time, Haizi was not in Rongcheng at all, but still in Qinghai, in a small town called Delingha.
The night in Delingha is desolate yet profoundly peaceful.
Of course Haizi didn't come here without purpose, he came to see a sister.
In the small courtyard of the University of Political Science and Law, he fell in love with a female writer who was more than 20 years older than him. The female writer was not beautiful, but Haizi was passionately in love with her.
One night, it was raining heavily. Haizi clasped his hands and knelt on the ground on the campus of the University of Political Science and Law, waiting for the female writer until dawn the next day.
His infatuation did not move the other party. The female writer already had a family, so how could she accept a young man 20 years younger than herself and follow her around?
As a last resort, the female writer returned to her hometown in the west.
Haizi did not give up. During the summer vacation, under the guise of going to Chengdu to meet poets from Shu Province, he instead rushed to Qinghai and came to the unknown town of Delingha.
Of course the female writer will not meet him.
Disappointed, Haizi prepared to return to Chengdu.
Sitting on the train bound for Chengdu, Haizi looked at the slowly disappearing small town and the night Gobi Desert outside. He took out his diary from his backpack and wrote another poem:
< br>Sister, I am in Delingha tonight, the night is shrouded
Sister, I only have the Gobi tonight
My hands are empty at the end of the grassland
I can’t hold a teardrop when I am sad
Sister, I am in Delingha tonight
At night I only have the beautiful desert sky
Sister, I don’t care about human beings tonight, I just want you
What Haizi didn’t expect was that just his poem would make this small desert town suddenly become literary and artistic.
Fang Minghua later learned that Haizi was not very popular in Chengdu.
The poets of Shu Province were proud of their talents, but Haizi himself was silent and too restrained. More importantly, his poetry concepts were different.
The world of poetry is purely a river and lake, with so-called heroes emerging in large numbers, and all kinds of heroes emerging from the sky. When poets meet, they often drink and sing, and cherish the world. Haizi, on the other hand, appears to be too elegant and bookish.
However, Shang Zhongmin received him.
Shang Zhongmin was teaching at the Chengdu Hydropower School. He had a house and a bed. For about a week, he spent almost every day with Haizi.
During the day, he took Haizi to visit Chengdu poets Yang Li, Wan Xia, Zhai Yongming and others.
In the evening, the two of them bought some snacks and drinks, and talked all night long over a bottle of Tuopai Qujiu. Sometimes they meditated together and tried to communicate with their thoughts and Zen language.
During Haizi’s week in Chengdu, Shang Zhongmin took great care of Haizi in his daily life. Unfortunately, due to different poetry concepts, after Haizi returned to Yanjing, Shang Zhongmin wrote an article in his magazine "Fei Fei" The article publicly criticized a long poem "The Land" written by Haizi, with very harsh wording.
Haizi was very depressed about this.
Fang Minghua only found out about these later, and he was very sad after he found out.
It was late July, and the four-month workshop was coming to an end. Just when everyone was reluctant to leave, another explosive news broke out in Luyuan.
Next year, in 1988, Lu Academy will jointly organize a graduate class on "Literary Creation in Literature and Art" with Yanjing Normal University.
This is not a short-term training like a workshop, but you will study for two years and you will be given a master's degree after graduation!
As soon as the news came out, the students in the class immediately became excited.
(End of this chapter)