Chapter 471 470 To be a martyr of poetry is only the expectation and carnival of the young literary people of later generations.
Nishikawa and the others sent Haizi to the hospital for examination. According to Haizi's current condition, he must have been sent to a mental hospital. In fact, this is the only way for Haizi to survive.
But what will happen if Haizi enters a mental hospital?
Even if he is cured in the future, will he still be the talented Haizi he was before?
Fang Minghua thought of another famous poet - Index Finger.
His real name is Guo Lusheng, and he is hailed as the "Originator of Misty Poetry" by the contemporary poetry circle. His representative work is "Love Life".
It’s not Wang Guozhen’s song.
Perhaps after the fierce struggle in life,
I died calmer than the lake.
Then please go to the cemetery to look for my inscription,
It is still engraved with: Love life.
This man who loves life was sent to the Yanjing No. 3 Welfare Institute in the early 1990s due to mental problems - it mainly treats "three noes" mental patients and mentally ill people who are unable to be cared for at home by urban residents in this city. patient.
It lasts twenty years! When I came out, my hair was already gray.
Will Haizi follow this path?
But no matter what, living is the best ending, especially for his parents.
To be a martyr for poetry is only the expectation and carnival of later generations of young people.
The taxi stopped at the entrance of the alley. Fang Minghua paid and walked inside.
Although Yanjing is a bit chaotic now, it is still quiet and peaceful here.
Arrived at the gate of the courtyard, Fang Minghua opened the door with the key and walked in.
The yard is still full of flowers, but the door of the room where Wang Zi lives is locked. It seems that he has gone to work.
After looking at the other rooms and finding no problems, Fang Minghua was too lazy to pay attention to the barking puppy. He took out a piece of paper from his travel bag, wrote a note and pressed it on the window sill.
First of all, I would like to say that I read her novel published in "Youth Literature" and it was very well written. I will keep up the good work. In addition, he told the girl that Yanjing has been chaotic recently, don't run around, stay in the courtyard if you have nothing to do, pay attention to safety, and then leave quietly.
It was already the second night when we returned to Xijing.
It was raining and the temperature dropped sharply. Fang Minghua felt a headache.
Dragging his tired body, Fang Minghua returned to his home in Xingfu Community.
Song Tangtang was in the living room. When he saw Fang Minghua coming back, he quickly took the travel bag from his hand and asked with concern: "What happened? Are you in such a hurry to go to Yanjing?"
"Pour me a cup of tea first. "Fang Minghua sat down on the sofa
Song Tangtang quickly made him a cup of steaming Longjing and put it on the coffee table. Seeing him like this, he rubbed his temples again.
Fang Minghua took a sip of tea and enjoyed his wife's massage, feeling much more comfortable immediately.
He told Song Tangtang exactly what happened, but he did not say that he went there on his own initiative. Instead, he received a call from Xichuan.
Although Song Tangtang had some doubts about why Xi Chuan would call her husband, who was thousands of miles away, to save someone, she knew that her husband had a good relationship with Xi Chuan and also admired and valued Hai Zi very much, so her doubts disappeared in a flash.
Moreover, my husband is a warm-hearted person.
She is even more surprised now about why Haizi committed suicide.
A person who could write a poem like "Spring Blossoms Facing the Sea" committed suicide?
"In this world, talented people are manic and sensitive underneath their appearance." Fang Minghua leaned on the back of the sofa and murmured with his eyes slightly closed:
"Are there many talented people who committed suicide in ancient and modern times, at home and abroad? Qu Yuan, Wang Guowei, Yesenin, Tsvetaeva, Mayakovsky, Benjamin, Zweig, Hemingway, Sanmao."
"Ah, then you won't commit suicide, right?" Song Tangtang said suddenly.
Fang Minghua opened his eyes and looked at her: "Do you think I am that kind of person? Life is so beautiful, with a lovely wife and two lovely children at home. I haven't enjoyed it enough. How could I commit suicide? ? ”
“Well, there is a confidante out there!” I#￥%...
Two days later, Fang Minghua was at work and received a call from Xi Chuan from Yanjing.
“I took Haizi to see a doctor, and the doctor gave a diagnosis: schizophrenia. Hospitalization is recommended. His parents are rushing to Yanjing. When they arrive, we will discuss sending Haizi to the hospital. A few of us My classmates are raising money. After all, hospitalization will cost a lot of money.”
“I’ll donate 5,000 yuan and I’ll mail it to you,” Fang Minghua said without thinking.
"Thank you." Xichuan did not refuse, Haizi needed the money.
The two chatted for a few more words before hanging up the phone.
Another day passed, Fang Minghua received another call from Yanjing, from Luo Yihe's wife Zhang Wan. The first sentence was: "Thank you, Editor Fang, you saved Yihe."
"You're too polite. I just saw that Yihe didn't look very well at that time, so I made a random guess." Fang Minghua explained poorly.
The other party did not ask why.
After hanging up the phone, Fang Minghua made a cup of tea, thinking about the phone call just now and what happened in history.
Haizi and Luo Yihe were both outstanding poets of their time, and they both passed away almost at the same time.
In later generations, especially after the millennium, people commemorate Haizi almost every year.
In front of Haizi’s tomb in Chawan, Gaohe, Anhui Province, Haizi’s hometown, flowers are placed all year round. It has also been listed as a key cultural relic protection unit at the county level by the local county government.
In Qinhuangdao, there is a "Haizi Stone"
Next door to the northwest, the small town called Delingha has also built a memorial hall and a forest of steles.
This seems extremely strange in an era when poetry was deposed.
But people only remember Haizi and forget the person obscured by the halo - the poet Luo Yihe.
Historically, Haizi published not many poems during his lifetime, mainly concentrated in "October", which was edited by Luo Yihe.
Nishikawa, another of the Three Musketeers, said, "Haizi was not a very famous person during his lifetime."
In this era of bright poetry stars, Haizi’s light is not strong. He is not as good as Beidao Gucheng and others, or even not as good as Xichuan and Luo Yihe.
Even at that time, a group of Sichuan poets such as Shang Zhongmin and Hu Dong believed that Haizi's poems were very watery, while some poets in BJ believed that it was inappropriate for Haizi to write long poems.
Haizi's poems have been ruthlessly ridiculed by some poets. Those doubts deeply hit Haizi, who had a high self-esteem.
But Luo Yihe always encouraged Haizi. One time, Haizi was sitting on the bedside sulking, while Luo Yihe recited Haizi's poems beside him, and then said to the latter: "Your poems are so good!"
Haizi's suicide dealt a huge blow to Luo Yihe. He rarely ate in the last month or so and stayed up late every night sorting out Haizi's manuscripts until he died of cerebral hemorrhage due to overwork.
Later, Luo Yihe’s classmate Liu Jiawang mentioned in a WeChat message: “Luo Yihe’s name should definitely enter the history of contemporary literature... I dare to scold them like this even when they are alive. Haizi, this little bastard, shouldn’t have died half a year ago. "You're not like a brother who puts all the hard work on Yihe."
These were things he saw online before he came to this era, but now history has changed.
Both are alive.
Being alive is a great thing.
Fang Minghua looked at the spring scenery outside the window and thought silently.
He no longer worries about Yanjing's affairs, he now has to consider one thing of his own.
April is coming soon. When I competed for the position of editor-in-chief, I signed a three-year contract with the Provincial Writers Association. Now it is about to expire.
(End of this chapter)