1978 Synthetic Writers - Chapter 492 Old Q

One is the cow described by Yu Hua.

It is old and decadent, crushed by the hardships of fate, without any power to turn around, but it still lives every day seriously.

One is a chicken created by Marquez.

It was raised in a poor family and could not even guarantee enough food, but as long as there was a competition ahead, it was always ready to participate.

Wang Xiaobo wrote a widely circulated essay "A Maverick Pig".

In this essay, he misses a special pig because "except for this pig, I have never seen anyone who dares to ignore the settings of life so much."

The fate of pigs is set by humans.

The boar is castrated, grows meat, eats foolishly, sleeps dully, and waits to die.

Even if the pigs are unwilling to accept such a setup, all they can do is to prevent the breeding pigs from mating with the sows, and the sows will eat their piglets.

What else could happen?

“Pigs are always pigs.”

But that pig was different. It had a pride and unruliness that was almost unbefitting of a pig. It didn't like the pigsty, but liked to wander around.

In the end, he got into a fight with humans because he jumped onto the roof and learned to whistle.

This pig was born in a pigsty and had been assigned a role, but he was unwilling to accept his fate and would rather escape and become a hungry wild boar.

Needless to say, anyone can understand that this is not about pigs.

The "superfluous pig" written by Wang Xiaobo is Wang Er in "The Golden Age" and also himself.

As a child, due to congenital deficiencies, he was ugly and often dull, so among his peers, especially during his school days, he was often regarded as a weirdo, a fool, and an alien in the eyes of others.

When he became an adult, his head was filled with avant-garde ideas. He and his wife Li Yinhe chose the "DINK" relationship, which most couples of this era would not choose, despite everyone's opposition.

In the United States, Wang Xiaobo had no money to live on and only relied on the $400 scholarship from his wife Li Yinhe. A normal person would have been busy washing dishes and cleaning toilets. However, Wang Xiaobo, despite everyone's misunderstanding, refused to waste time on such mundane matters and spent all his spare time writing "The Golden Age".

He was unwilling to compromise with other people's opinions and live in the secular world.

I don’t want to lose the direction of my life, live a life I don’t like, and become the person I hate the most.

Writer Hesse said: "People walk through life alone, suffer stains, bear sins, drink bitter wine, and seek a way out."

In Wang Xiaobo's view.

Your life is your own. Whether it is right or wrong, just have a clear conscience. Whether it is good or bad, it is all decided by yourself.

In order to make a living, I stay in an environment I don’t like and do boring things.

But he never fawns or flatters others, nor does he bow his head to look at other people's faces, or cautiously seek recognition from the outside world.

He was like an outsider, watching the noise that had nothing to do with him.

After embarking on the literary path, he resolutely gave up his public office despite his parents' opposition and began to live a full-time writing life which he believed to be very independent and unique, like a towering mountain, standing there alone and not following the crowd.

In other words, he is a weirdo, a "superfluous person".

Therefore, the "I" written by Jiang Xian in "Variations without a Theme" truly touched Wang Xiaobo's heart.

Every time he read a word, he could feel his soul resonating with the novel.

Because the protagonist of this novel, "I", is not the heroes Hu Fei and Yuan Chengzhi in Jin Yong's works.

"I" am just a "superfluous person", a non-vulgar "superfluous person".

That’s right, I don’t know what others think.

Wang Xiaobo felt that he was very extraordinary.

Not only is it not vulgar, but it also has a high temperament.

You can't say he's vulgar.

You can just say he's not sociable.

You can't say he's sick.

You can only say that this person has a kind of morbid beauty.

The rest of the article still maintains the same style as the previous one, just like Debussy's music, with no theme and no connection between chapters.

In Jiang Xian’s own words in his article: “I write a little bit every day when I think of it, without a theme or coherence. When I have written a bunch of pages, I string them together, and hey! It’s done. This is called a card novel, and it’s like life, you can read it any way you want, but you can’t explain it.”

Wang Xiaobo read on line by line.

This novel is sometimes about "I" and sometimes about "Old Q".

Wang Xiaobo thought this name was very interesting.

There is a Q in China who is well-known to everyone, his name is Ah Q.

Jiang Xian wrote another Q at this time.

Old Q.

He felt that his guess was not unreasonable.

Otherwise, why is this person called Old Q instead of Old A, Old B, or Old C?

Jiang Xian definitely has such ambition!Moreover, in this article, too much space is devoted to "Old Q".

From the first encounter between "I" and "Old Q", we can see that this girl has a very special personality:".That day was also the first time I met Lao Q. She was wearing a black gauze short-sleeved shirt with a sweetheart neckline, light blue jeans, and a ponytail. Her whole body was wrapped in a skinny outfit, making her look plump; the part that showed the most curves trembled rhythmically with the seductive sound of her leather heels, as if she was radiating elasticity in all directions all the time; coupled with her two lingering eyes, she could really turn upside down the countless people who stood on the streets every day looking forward to a romantic encounter.

"I was probably too proactive. The heat of my words blew onto her face. She looked at me warily, her eyes like a big mountain cat. She took the ticket and walked into the theater without saying thank you or even paying."

"Needless to say, I was next to her, and the badge of the art school on her chest was shining, which made me even more uneasy."

"I don't know what weird thing happened to me. I tried to look elsewhere, but I kept seeing her: two big, focused eyes in the dark, staring at the conductor."

"She didn't even look at me, not even the slightest hint."

"I've never been jealous of anyone. I always say what I should say and do what I should do. But those big cat-like eyes made me afraid to act rashly. I even thought of the last resort of asking for the ticket money back."

"'Hey! Please enlighten me.' I finally couldn't help but raise the program in my hand."

"It happened to be a scherzo movement. Those big lynx-like eyes stared at me for a few seconds, which made me so embarrassed that I really wanted to cover it with my lips." "Halfway through the performance, when a piece of Debussy was about to end, she suddenly turned around and said, 'Listen! This is the feeling of grasping something.' Her tone was as cold as the iron handrail I was holding."

"The nerve that was working finally relaxed. I didn't have to look at her straight, and the last trick could be abandoned. But it was difficult to talk to her. It was like knocking on the various sides of a piece of stone to see which side would burst out some sparks. I knocked until I was exhausted, but I still found nothing."

"The concert was over. From time to time, someone greeted her, as if she knew all the men and women in the world, but she didn't forget to look back at me after greeting them."

"'I'm going in that direction too.' I guess I'm lost, and that's the wrong direction for me."

"She smiled occasionally along the way, but she was always silent, which was very consistent with the fatal desire I had today to confide my loneliness to others."

"."

".I like my job, which means I like working in the hotel where I make a living, and I like to be told what to do by men and women from all over the world."

"From this I feel that the world still needs me a little, and people still need me a little. From this I feel that I may still have some value."

"At the same time, I feel really relieved when I give myself to others. I don't have to think about what I should do, and I don't have to decide anything."

"One day of rest a week is heavier than work for me. Before this day comes, on my way home from get off work, I will make all kinds of assumptions: for example, I will lie on the balcony and count how many cars there are on the road in an hour, and what kind of cars they are; or go downstairs and count how many windows there are in this building, and how many of them are closed, etc."

"She left me at her house and went alone, which is not a big deal, but the important thing is that it ruined my mood. How can I study as hard as she asked me to? How can I hold Debussy, Verdi and so on like her?

"

Old Q is obviously not the same kind of person as me, the “redundant person”.

If "I" is not aggressive, then "Old Q" is full of high-pitched aggressive spirit:

"Smart good guys, smart bad guys."

"Stupid good guys, stupid bad guys."

"You just don't have strong arms for a woman to lean her tired head on." One day Old Q used this poem to joke with me.

"I wish I could rest in the tenderness of a woman for the rest of my life. I can't do anything except being tired in my head."

"."

"Let's play a game where each of us says an expression, only the smiling one."

she suggested.

"Okay! I'll speak first," I quickly agreed.

'sneer.'

'Smirk.'

'Snicker.'

'ridicule.'

'Fake smile.'

'Stupid smile.'

'giggle. '

'wry smile. '

"What else?" She said with a certain amount of pride.

I can't think of anything else, I just think this game is a bit childish.

'Smiling on the outside but not on the inside'.

She summed it up solemnly:

"

This old Q writes very well.

Wang Xiaobo couldn't help but admire.

Jiang Xian writes "Old Q" as brilliantly as he writes "I".

"It's so accurate, absolutely amazing!"

Wang Xiaobo was convinced from the bottom of his heart.

Such a simple sentence summarizes the basic feelings of some contemporary young people towards the life around them.

Jiang Xian is too perceptive.

“Say you wandered to Zhangjiakou at midnight in December, if it was a night when the cold wind could tear a person to pieces, if you were waiting, waiting for a train heading for warmth.”

"You warm your ears with your hands, then warm your hands with your breath, and finally you pick up a straw rope and tie it around your waist, then start running as fast as you can on the platform. When you realize that all this is useless and the train just won't come, you just..."

"You would think - cry! Maybe if you cry hard, the wind will stop and the car will come."

"So you opened your mouth wide and howled into the liver-colored night."

Jiang Xian captures and expresses this series of images with amazing accuracy!Tear-jerking!

And the deeper meaning lies in.

This cold night can actually be understood as a symbol of suffering.

The experience of this eight-year-old child, who had already started wandering alone, has explained why he later became a "superfluous person" in life.

"Some people say that a person's childhood experiences can influence his entire life."

The early experiences of this generation were directly formed in that era.

".We broke up.

I was tired and wanted to go home. I remembered that my mother must have put all the books that were messy on my bed back on the bookshelf in order to change my bed sheets. Today I still need to take down "The Counterfeiter" from the bookshelf to continue reading.

After reading the last line of the novel, Wang Xiaobo suddenly felt weak and fell from self-confidence to inferiority.

In his eyes.

Jiang Xian, the famous writer, has already distanced them very far.

(End of this chapter)