Chapter 144 When I grow up, I will become you
"That Mountain, That Man, That Dog" has been published for 5 days.
Because the protagonist is a postman who is even rarer than an underground worker, not only literary and art newspapers such as "Literary News" and "Literary News" spared no effort to promote it, but also "Labor Daily", "Worker Daily", " Mainstream newspapers such as Guangming Daily have participated in it.
From north to south, from east to west, after these days of fermentation, the postman and the postal system have received widespread public attention with the popularity of "That Mountain, That Man, That Dog".
Especially, the rural postman.
More and more newspapers speak highly of it, but some literary theory journals always focus on "The Mountain, That Man, That Dog".
From a theoretical perspective, analyze and comment on prose novel genres, local warmth themes, Western Hunan style romantic literature, etc., one by one.
Even, compare "Border Town" and "That Mountain" with each other.
"If Shen Congwen's "Border Town" is an ink painting with the charm of Western Hunan, then what is written in dialect is a landscape painting with the flavor of Western Hunan, which is composed of romantic poetic prose features, traditional family emotions, and profound philosophical connotations. The unique flavor of the novel."
"This is the most beautiful rural novel in western Hunan after "Border Town", full of humanistic care for the countryside..."
Bai Ruoxue stood by the Weiming Lake, holding a magazine and reading aloud.
Surrounded by them were members of the May Fourth Literary Club such as Su Ya and Luo Yihe, members of the Drama Club such as Ying Da and Tang Shengnan, and international students such as Suzuki Yoko and Mike.
Everyone present at this time has one thing in common:
They are all fans and supporters of Teacher Fang.
“The Mountain is indeed well written, but when compared with Border Town, are these newspapers and magazines a bit too flattering?”
Luo Yihe looked left and right.
"How can you praise it? Mr. Shen reviewed Teacher Fang's "The Mountain" in the "Literary News" and spoke highly of it!"
Tang Shengnan directly took out that issue of the newspaper .
With the two literary reviews published by Shen Congwen and Wang Zengqi, the doubts and criticisms about dialects immediately disappeared.
“Pa bang.”
Bai Ruoxue gently clapped her hands and drew everyone's attention back, "I think Mr. Shen is right. Teacher Fang incorporated many things into "The Mountain", which seems to be a traditional Chinese family and the traditional father-son relationship. , a father's love that is as heavy as a mountain, a son who is sensible and talks little, a gentle and strong man Mother..."
"These ordinary objects are put together to create incredible beauty. I think we need to dissect this sparrow."
"But!"
Among the people sitting around, some people expressed different opinions.
"Nashan" is good, but compared with Fangyan's previous works, it does not have the momentum and pattern of "The Fission of the Qin Dynasty", and does not have the conception and ingenuity of "Latent" and "Dark War". Although it has It has the same empathy and delicacy as "The Wrangler" and "Hawthorn Love", but it cannot be said to be "exhausted", or at least "mediocre", and it has lost the feeling of being eye-catching.
"Yes, yes, that's what I think too. It's too bland."
"I think it's because the conflicts are not intense enough."
"If it were me who wrote it, I would write more The resentment and hatred of the wife and children, the injustice and hardship of the father, the pain and boredom of the postal route, in this way, the conflicts between father and son, and husband and wife are highlighted. "
"..."
People with opposite opinions spoke one after another.
"Baga!"
Suzuki Yoko blurted out in desperation.
In an instant, Bai Ruoxue, Tang Shengnan and others turned their attention to her. She showed no stage fright and said with a serious face: "If you change this method, Teacher Fang's masterpiece will be ruined by you!"
"That's right!"
Hashimoto Yui then stood up: "I never thought you would think this work of Teacher Fang is not good."
Everyone present looked at each other with curiosity.
“If all of Teacher Fang’s works were translated and introduced to Japan, I can tell you responsibly that the best-selling and highest-rated ones would not be the ones you mentioned such as "The Fission of Qin" and "Latent". ", "Hawthorn Tree Love", but this novel. "
Suzuki Yoko said with firm eyes.
For a moment, everyone looked at each other in doubt.
Bai Ruoxue explained that Suzuki Yoko’s family was engaged in the publishing industry, and she came to China to study in order to learn Chinese so that she could translate Chinese and Japanese literature.
Then, he turned to look at her, "Yoko, is there any reason why you are so sure?"
"Because there are things in the novel that can move us, which are being lost or even lost in Japanese society. Something."
Suzuki Yoko said seriously.
As Bai Ruoxue and Su Ya listened, they gradually understood that in Japan today, human relationships are weak and family relationships are tense. Parents do not care about their children, relatives do not take care of their relatives, and the entire society has no sympathy for the weak and losers. Heartbroken, even adding insult to injury.
“The postman father’s love for Qi Po, the villagers in the mountains, and his son in Teacher Fang’s article is very touching!”
Yoko Suzuki sounded serious.
“So that’s it.”
Su Ya and Bai Ruoxue looked at each other and couldn’t help but sigh.
"So I really want to meet Teacher Fang and have a long talk with him about this masterpiece in person." Suzuki Yoko's eyes were hot, "I wonder if you can ask me to meet Teacher Fang?"
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"Teacher Fang!"
In the editorial office, Wang Shuo handed over the manuscript, "I have already revised "The Story of Seagulls," and you can give it a try."
"So After many days, I was finally able to meet someone.”
Fang Yan took it and took a look.
“Really?!”
Wang Shuo's eyes were ashen as ashes, and he wanted to cry but had no tears.
The revision process that lasted for more than half a month made him, who has not graduated from high school, feel that it was longer than the Chinese class he had taken in his life. He revised the manuscript more than the composition he had written, and he was almost ready to revise it. Vomited.
This hard life, which is comparable to being in jail, is finally over!
"The first draft has passed the test for me. You go and give the draft to Mr. Zhang Zhonge, and he will review it."
Fang Yan stared at him with a smile.
"What, review? Do you want to make changes?"
Wang Shuo's eyes widened.
"What are you yelling about."
Fang Yan rolled his eyes and explained the difference between "reexamination" and "preliminary examination". At this moment, Uncle Dong downstairs shouted:< br>
“Teacher Fang, someone is looking for you!”
"Come right away.
Fang Yan told Wang Shuo a few words and went downstairs.
I saw Master Hu standing in the cold wind with a bright smile:
" Fang Teacher, I'm interrupting your work. "
"It's okay, it's okay, you are..."
Fang Yan took a look at his mailbag and saw that it was full of letters from readers.
“This time I specially made a special trip to thank you on my behalf and on behalf of everyone.”
“After your novel was published, everyone’s enthusiasm has become even higher and their enthusiasm has been mobilized. I have written to you."
Master Hu took it out solemnly.
“Everyone loves me.”
Fang Yan said with a smile: "They are all here, right?"
Master Hu nodded, "They are all in there. Our leader also hopes to have the opportunity to invite you to the bureau to give us a lecture." There is a chance.”
Fang Yan said: "How is Xiao Hu? Have you figured it out?"
"I didn't pay much attention to this kid when I first got it. I waited until your novel became popular. I thought of taking a closer look.”
Master Hu said helplessly: "Look what this is about!"
"It doesn't matter if you watch it sooner or later, the key is whether you are willing to watch it or not, and whether you can understand your good intentions... "
"That's it, huh~"
"Are you doing something wrong again?"
Fang Yan invited him to sit in the office.
Master Hu waved his hand and said: "I have asked my family to send dog skin plaster to the work. When I get back from work, I will just apply it."
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On the way to the post office, Xiao Hu held the bag containing the dog skin plaster and looked around. There was a clear ringing of car bells in his ears.
As soon as the postman appeared, the children in the alley immediately ran out of the house, chasing, making trouble, and following him.
"Uncle, uncle, how can I be a postman?"
"Why do you want to be a postman?"
"My mother said that a postman is a golden rice bowl. He eats public food, rides on a phoenix, and marries a beautiful wife. It's really nice to have this job..."
"Hahaha , I only think about these, but I can’t be a good postman, don’t you think? Do you recognize the words written on uncle’s backpack?”
The postman pointed to the five shining big characters printed on the parcel, and the children who knew how to read read each word:
"Serve the people."
Looking at these children, Xiao Hu had a strange look in his eyes and quickened his pace. When he arrived at the post office, he saw Master Hu's legs shaking constantly.
My old friend said: "Your dad has this old problem a lot these days."
"When he retires, my dad can go for treatment."
Xiao Hu heard this and comforted his father.
“It can’t be cured.”
Master Hu shook his head and sighed, applying medicine silently.
Xiao Hu said nothing and stayed quietly, curiously looking at everything in the post office and feeling the busy atmosphere of the entire post office.
"After delivering the medicine, hurry back. It's getting colder."
Master Hu gave me a gentle push.
"I'd better go back with you later." Xiao Hu looked at the postmen coming and going, and couldn't help but think of "That Mountain, That Man, That Dog" in his mind, "I haven't been to your work for a long time. .”
"This is the first time since you came back from jumping in line."
Master Hu snorted coldly.
The old friend looked at Master Hu from the left and Xiao Hu from the right. The quarrel between father and son was not pleasant, and the two never said a word to each other again.
It wasn’t until after get off work that Master Hu stood up with difficulty:
“Let’s go.”
Xiao Hu remained silent and kept a distance from him. His pace became faster and faster, and he soon left Master Hu far behind.
Master Hu looked at his son's back, sighed, and took out the key from his bag, "Get in the back seat and I'll take you back."
"Dad, I'll do it. , I’ll take you back.”
Xiao Hu grabbed the key and unlocked the car.
“Are you taking me?”
"Yes, don't forget that there is still a plaster on your leg."
"My leg is fine!"
Master Hu said this, but sat in the back seat .
"Hurry up, let's go home."
Xiao Hu rode a dark green postal bicycle and took Master Hu home slowly. Occasionally he would meet acquaintances on the road.
"Oh, Lao Hu, is this your son?"
"Look at this, your son is going to take over from me, right?"
"Congratulations, Lao Hu, you finally got your son. Take over.”
Seeing that everyone mistakenly thought he was going to retire, Master Hu was about to clarify. Unexpectedly, Xiao Hu, who turned his back to him, suddenly said:
"Uncle, I will deliver all your letters from now on!" ”
"..."
Master Hu felt as if he was being electrocuted, his head was buzzing, and he looked sideways at his son who was greeting people, his eyes blinking constantly.
"I just started on the road, the delivery is slow, please bear with me."
Xiao Hu is getting more and more like a postman.
"No, no, we won't embarrass Lao Hu's children." As if they had made an appointment, the men, women and children in the alley either walked to the door or stuck their heads out of the window, staring at Master Hu. , with smiles on their faces and waving hands.
"Master Hu, goodbye."
"Goodbye."
Master Hu waved his hand, half-smiling.
When he turned into the alley, he controlled his emotions and asked:
“Have you really thought about it?”
"Think about it, you won't be reluctant to retire and want to change your mind temporarily, right?" Xiao Hu joked.
“Nonsense!”
Master Hu said with a straight face: “Why didn’t you tell me when you were in the bureau just now?”
“What are you doing again? No question." Xiao Hu curled his lips.
Master Hu was silent for a while and patted him on the back.
After that, every time he passed through an alley, he introduced him generously to the family he had sent letters to for many years, "This is my son. He will take over from me in the future. If you have anything to send, just look for him." Just like looking for me.”
I don’t know how many times I said it along the way.
Xiao Hu sniffed in emotion, turned his head slightly, and noticed something strange about his father: "Dad, what's wrong with you?"
"The cold wind hurts my eyes and legs."< br>
Master Hu rubbed his red eyes.
"Dad, let me ride faster and let's go back early."
Xiao Hu couldn't help but feel worried.
“Ride slowly, ride slowly, just follow the road.”
Master Hu’s eyes were slightly moist, and he seemed to be crying but not crying.
(End of this chapter)