Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 630 Alive (make up for yesterday's chapter)

Coincidentally, the new book that Zhang Zhong picked up this time happened to be related to realism.When Yang Fengxia mentioned Carlisle just now, he was thinking about this.

"To Live", this is the second Yu Hua's book that Zhang Chong picked up, and it is also one of Yu Hua's masterpieces.People tend to classify this work as realism, but unlike traditional realism, and later scar literature, reflection literature, and even reform literature, this novel of neo-realism starts from the current reality and calmly Objectively analyze the status quo of society and shape ordinary people living among people.

The writer no longer overlooks the world as an enlightener, but integrates himself into the living space of common people from a head-up perspective, showing sympathy and love for people living at the bottom of society.

Of course, in "To Live", it is difficult to see the care and sympathy of the author Yu Hua for the protagonist Fugui.

The zero-intervention narrative method allows the whole work to have a perfect third perspective, and what happened to Fugui seems to be a tragedy from beginning to end.

Although both are Yu Hua's works, and the themes expressed are somewhat similar, "Xu Sanguan's Blood Selling" and "To Live" are two completely different works.

In "Xu Sanguan Sells Blood", Xu Sanguan's tragedy is like a trickling river, flowing slowly, except for the final climax, it seems that the waves of the whole book are not obvious.

When readers experience Xu Sanguan's tragedy, apart from a touch of helplessness, they seldom have a heavy impact.

But "To Live" is different. Reading this book is like sitting on a flat boat floating in the stormy waves.

Even many people didn't have time to taste the deep meaning of this book when they read it for the first time, and they were completely led by Yu Hua, angry and emotional amidst waves of tragedies.

Zhang Zhong was like this when he read "To Live" for the first time, and he didn't have time to react.

If tragedy is compared to blades falling from the sky, then the density of blades thrown by Yu Hua in this book is simply unheard of.

The protagonist, Fugui, was originally the son of a landlord in the old days, and he had no worries about food and clothing.

This guy is a complete jerk, he spends his time in gambling brothels every day, and even rides a burly prostitute around the city, humiliating his father-in-law by the way.

Later, someone in the gambling house contrived to defraud him of all his family property.

The tragedy also began at this time.

Then the book seems to be a death journal.

Fugui's father died first, and drowned when he fell into the latrine at the head of the village while defecating.

Later, Fugui went to hire a doctor to see a doctor for his mother, but was dragged away by the national army. When he returned home, his mother died, and his daughter Fengxia became deaf-mute due to a serious illness.

Then his son Youqing was drawn to death when he gave blood to the magistrate's wife.

Her daughter, Fengxia, was married, but died on the delivery bed.

His wife Jiazhen died of illness.

Son-in-law Er Xi was crushed to death while working.

The grandson was so bitter that he ate beans to death.

……

Yu Hua believes that suffering and repetition are twin brothers.

In "Xu Sanguan's Tale of Selling Blood", what is repeated is a paragraph of language and the following paragraphs of blood selling plots.

In "To Live", what is repeated is death.

Zhang Zhong once thought that Yu Hua wrote this book just to earn tears...

The plane passed through a gust of turbulence, and there was some turbulence. This turbulence pulled Zhang Zhong's thoughts back from "To Live".

He has already written tens of thousands of words for the new book, and it is estimated that it will be finished in a day or two.

He plans to release the new book in August, and the original detective novel he has been thinking about may have to be delayed until September.

……

When the delegation arrived in New York, the person sent by the "Literary News" to pick them up held a large sign with prominent Chinese characters on it: Warmly welcome the delegation of the Chinese Writers Association to New York.

People who come and go, whether they know Huaxia characters or not, can't help but pay more attention to it. After all, this brand is too big and eye-catching.

Zhang Zhong and the others could see the sign from a distance.

Yang Fengxia smiled as she walked, "The style of this "Literary News" is quite high-profile."

"It's not high-profile, at least they only wrote the slogan in Chinese language. If it is really high-profile, various other languages ​​may also appear."

Zhang Zhong’s words hadn’t finished yet, another sign was erected next to the original Huaxia language sign, on which was a welcome message in English, which had the same meaning as the Huaxia language sign.

This is not over yet, the English sign has just gone up, and another French sign has gone up.

clap clap.

Zhang Zhong didn't expect the slap in the face to come so quickly.

Seeing Zhang Zhong's deflated expression, Yang Fengxia couldn't help laughing, "They seem to have heard what you just said, and they cooperated quite well."

Zhang Zhong shook his head, "Let's go and meet our high-profile friends."

There were not only people from the "Literature News" in the airport, but also a group of big men in black guarding them all the time, watching the surrounding crowd warily.

They are the security team hired by Zhang Zhong, and they came to New York before Zhang Zhong.

He had informed Yang Fengxia about bringing bodyguards in advance, so after Yang Fengxia noticed these people, she smiled and said, "Not to mention, at least safety is guaranteed when traveling with you."

She didn't think that Zhang Zhong was making a big fuss. With Zhang Zhong's current wealth and status, it was really impossible to be careless.

The hotel where Zhang Zhong and the others stayed was on the other side of Manhattan. It was arranged by the "Literary News". Zhang Zhong's security team had checked in advance to ensure that everything was safe.

"Chairman Yang, Mr. Zhang, I was sent by the newspaper to welcome you."

A middle-aged man with black hair and black eyes greeted him, speaking in authentic Chinese.

Yang Fengxia asked with great interest, "Are you of Chinese descent?"

"Yes, my name is Yang Xiao. Speaking of which, Chairman Yang, we are still in the same family."

"It's really a fate, but you guys have made a bit of a big fight." Yang Fengxia pointed to the several signs hanging above her head.

Yang smiled and said, "Our newspaper office hopes that your group can feel our enthusiasm and sincerity. The car has been arranged. Please follow me. Let's go to the hotel first."

Zhang Zhong looked at Yang Xiao who was leading the way, and said to Yang Fengxia, "Chairman Yang, your family is quite interesting."

"Oh, how do you say it?" Yang Fengxia was a little surprised. She didn't see anything special about Yang Xiao. For a newspaper as big as "Literature News", it is very normal to have a staff member of Chinese descent.

Zhang Chong pursed his lips, "He looked enthusiastic on the surface, but he only greeted the two of us. He just glanced at the rest of the group with a smile. Now he has walked more than ten steps without turning his head once. This is not a normal reception attitude. Of course, the most important thing is that you look at his watch, I happen to know it, it is worth 260 million Huaxia coins, do you think an ordinary worker can afford this kind of watch?"

When she heard the price of Yang Xiao's watch, Yang Fengxia was a little speechless, let alone an ordinary employee, as the chairman of the Writers Association, she couldn't afford to wear this kind of watch. Of course, even if she could afford it, she would definitely not dare to wear it.

Hearing Zhang Zhong's analysis, Yang Fengxia suddenly felt that Yang Xiao's identity became mysterious. She looked at Zhang Zhong and said, "You really deserve to be a master of detective novels."

(End of this chapter)