Goldfinger is a bit strange

Liu Qingshan sat in the passenger seat, and Ma Laosan was responsible for driving.

In the back row sat two beauties of different styles.

The song "The Last of the Mohicans" was playing on the car stereo.

The melody was desolate and sad, which made Ma Laosan frown: "Qingshan, can we change to a different tune? I feel now that "Er Spring Reflects the Moon" is more cheerful than this one."

Ma Laosan just saw it in the mirror. His girlfriend Xiaoli kept frowning, and Xiaoxu next to him had straight eyes. He must have been immersed in the music and was too sad to extricate himself.

As a result, the atmosphere in the car was a bit weird, and I felt very uncomfortable calling Ma Laosan.

Liu Qingshan raised his hand and pointed forward, and Ma Laosan slammed on the brakes. The car stopped, and the two girls behind who were not wearing seat belts suddenly leaned forward.

Xiaoxu's forehead hit the back of the seat in front of her. She let out a soft ah and was abruptly pulled back from the sad music.

In fact, there was no condition on the road ahead. Liu Qingshan just wanted to interrupt them. After Ma Laosan muttered a few words, the vehicle continued to drive, and then Liu Qingshan said:

"You only hear sadness, but I hear unwillingness and struggle. It is a fight against fate."

"Like a butterfly in a cocoon, if it cannot struggle out, its fate will be tragic."

"And if it can break out of the cocoon through its own struggle, its life will become gorgeous."

"What I want to say is that only by getting rid of sadness can you become more beautiful."

Xiaoli seems to have some enlightenment, while Xiaoxu is a little bit crazy after listening to it.

Liu Qingshan stopped talking. He knew that he would definitely not be able to change anything with just a few words. He just planted a seed that would transform the cocoon into a butterfly.

The car drove all the way to the University of Political Science and Law, and it was almost time for classes to end in the afternoon.

A group of four people got out of the car. Liu Qingshan showed his student ID card to an uncle in the security department at the door, saying that he wanted to go in to find someone, but he was not allowed to go.

Ma Laosan was anxious and wanted to force his way in. Even if he went to the ministries and commissions, no one would reject him.

"Do you know where this is? University of Political Science and Law! How dare you make trouble here?" The person from the security department angrily scolded Ma Laosan while taking out a whistle and pretending to put it in his mouth.

It is estimated that when he blows the whistle, thousands of troops will come to meet him.

"Comrade, we are not causing trouble, we are really here to find someone."

The two girls came forward. The guard comrade's eyes widened in surprise, and the whistle in his hand fell to the ground: "Are you Daiyu and Baochai?"

"Come in quickly, please come in. My wife likes to watch your performance of "Dream of Red Mansions" most. She will sign her autograph for me after a while."

As the security comrade said this, he asked several people to go to the duty room at the door.

Liu Qingshan and Ma Laosan looked at each other angrily: facial brushing is the most effective.

There was a large iron stove burning in the duty room, which was quite warm. The security uncle opened a drawer and took out a few pieces of paper.

The back is yellow non-stick paper, and the front has photos of celebrities. This kind of non-stick celebrity stickers have become very popular in the past two years.

Most of them are movie stars, especially those from Hong Kong and Taiwan.

The guard uncle quickly picked out two pictures, which were stills of Sister Lin and Sister Bao in "A Dream of Red Mansions".

In the picture of Xiao Xu, she is holding a book in her hand and leaning against the railing; in the picture of Xiao Li, she is holding a fan in her hand. Both of them have picturesque features, as if they are not from this world.

"Can you just sign here?" The security guard nodded and bowed.

The two girls had no choice but to pick up the pen. Xiaoxu was more naughty and did not sign his own piece. Instead, he grabbed the other one and helped Xiaoli sign her name.

Watching the uncle carefully put the celebrity sticker back into the drawer, Liu Qingshan estimated: This is definitely not for his wife.

After having fun for a long time, the security guard slapped his thigh: "I forgot about it, who are you looking for?"

Several people looked at Liu Qingshan. They just heard that Liu Qingshan was here to find someone. Ma Laosan had nothing to do, so he followed him. wWw.seven

"Oh, let's find Teacher Zha Haisheng from the Philosophy Teaching and Research Office." Liu Qingshan blurted out.

The security guard shook his head: "There are hundreds of teachers. I really don't know the ones you're talking about."

Liu Qingshan thought for a while: "By the way, his pen name is Haizi, and he is a poet."

"It's him, then I know." The security uncle looked like he suddenly realized, "You guys came at the right time. He just came back from overseas. I heard that he went to the westernmost plateau."

After the security guard told them the specific address, he added:

"That person's brain is a bit weak... Anyway, he's just different from us. Don't believe him."

These words also made the two girls a little nervous after several people entered the campus. According to the guard uncle, there must be something wrong with that person's spirit, right?

I really don’t know why Liu Qingshan wants to find this person.

School was over at this time, and a few people were walking around asking questions. Both girls covered most of their faces with scarves, so no one recognized them.

The four of them went to the office to search, but couldn't find anyone, so they went to the staff dormitory, asked for the room number, and went there. Liu Qingshan knocked on the door twice.

"Please come in." A man's voice came from inside.

Liu Qingshan pushed the door open and walked in. The dormitory looked messy. A short man was sitting in front of a dilapidated desk eating.

A bowl of soup, two steamed buns, simple and easy.

Several people couldn't help but look at the man. He looked less than 1.7 meters tall, with long and messy hair and untidy beard. It was hard to tell his specific age.

This was a very ordinary person, the kind that would not attract attention even if thrown into a crowd of people.

But his eyes looking at several people were a little different. That look seemed to be looking at several people, but also seemed to have drifted far away.

"Hello, come in and sit down. Which university are you from? Are you here to discuss poetry? Welcome." The man greeted, and then ate the steamed bun by himself.

Liu Qingshan stepped into the room: "Hello, Teacher Cha, we are not here to discuss poetry."

"Oh, then you don't need to stay." The man chewed the steamed bun in his mouth, his eyes seemed to be out of focus, and he didn't know where he was wandering.

Ma Laosan pulled Liu Qingshan's clothes: "Let's go, this man..."

He wanted to say that this man was indeed sick, but it was hard to say it out loud.

Xiao Xu, on the other hand, stared at the man blankly.

Liu Qingshan didn't care about the other party's attitude at all, and still said cheerfully: "Teacher Cha, I'm from Jiapigou. Have you heard of the Jiapigou Literature Award?"

"Congratulations, you have become the winner of the second Jiapigou Literature Award."

"I haven't heard of it." The man shook his head and continued to eat the steamed bun.

What is the Jiapigou Literature Award? The two girls also looked at each other and shook their heads together:

The name of this award has a strong rural flavor, and it doesn't sound high-end.

Last year, the Jiapigou Literature Award also triggered a discussion, but they were promoting it in Hong Kong Island at that time, so they didn't know about it.

The fact that the Red Mansion crew was invited to promote it in Hong Kong Island shows the audience at that time.

Liu Qingshan ignored the man and continued to speak: "The first winner was Lu, who won the prize for "Ordinary World."

The man's eyes finally stopped being distracted. He glanced at Liu Qingshan and nodded: "I have read this book. I would not be surprised if it won any award."

After that, he took another bite of the steamed bun: "I am going to travel to the northwest this year. I wonder how much your prize is?"

Liu Qingshan gently raised his palm: "Fifty thousand yuan."

Ah!

The two girls behind him exclaimed in low voices. They had earned money from filming in the past few years, and they participated in some commercial performances last year. Xiaoxu also co-produced a tape with others.

The two girls worked so hard that they finally saved a few thousand yuan. They were shocked to hear that the prize money of the Jiapigou Literature Award was as much as fifty thousand yuan.

Huh?

The man was also choked by the steamed bun in his mouth. He stretched his neck and his face turned red and his neck became thick.

He took a sip from the soup bowl, then slowly swallowed the steamed bun, then looked at Liu Qingshan carefully for a while, shook his head, and smiled helplessly:

"Friend, don't make fun of me. If you don't want to discuss poetry, let's go."

It turned out that the other person didn't believe it at all, which is understandable, just like in the future, someone calls you and says that you won 5 million yuan, do you believe it?

Liu Qingshan still had a smile on his face: "Teacher Cha, don't you want to have your own house, facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming?"

After saying that, Liu Qingshan took out a few newspapers from his bag, all from last year, and handed them to the man.

After roughly browsing, the man also stood up excitedly, his cheeks flushed: "Is this true?"

"I will go back to Jiapigou in a few days. When I go there, you can go with me to receive the award. The prize money is 50,000 yuan, not a penny less." Liu Qingshan still said slowly.

Yesterday when he called the village, the secretary grandfather talked to him about the Jiapigou Literature Award.

Since it was held last year, it must be continued.

But the villagers didn't know who to give the award to, so they asked Liu Qingshan to find a suitable candidate, and it would be best if he could take the award directly.

After some consideration, Liu Qingshan chose Haizi.

Because if he followed the original trajectory, Haizi would end his life by lying on the railway tracks in March next year.

Although Liu Qingshan knew that the poet's ideal was definitely not money, with this money, the poet might have more choices.

Maybe this kind of martyrdom could be avoided.

After a brief excitement, the poet sat back again: "Why me?"

If he said that he was so famous now and was the first poet of the contemporary era, even he himself didn't believe it.

At this moment, Haizi was definitely not the most famous among many poets. Many of his poems needed to go through the precipitation of time before their value would slowly emerge.

Although his current life could even be described as embarrassing.

With a low salary, he had to send money home frequently. The largest sum of money he sent home last year was 500 yuan, asking his family to buy a TV.

His hometown is a rural area, and he had lived a hard life since childhood, so even if he was eating steamed buns now, he felt that they were delicious.

He couldn't understand why such a big pie fell on his head?

50,000 yuan, sending half of it home can completely change the poor situation of his family.

The remaining half can fully support his long-dreamed journey.

Because what he needs most is poetry and distant places. Since childhood, he has been a child who rides on dreams.

Liu Qingshan walked forward a few steps and came to the man. He looked into his eyes and asked, "Why can't it be you?"

Then Liu Qingshan said word by word, "Because you are a true poet, a poet who can create with his own life!"

Haizi stood up suddenly, and a strong light burst out of his eyes, as if a ball of fire was burning.

The fire was so blazing that it seemed to ignite everything in the world.

Until this moment, Ma Laosan and the two girls realized that this ordinary person in front of them was so extraordinary.

Especially Xiaoxu's heart was trembling a few times. She now had a strong urge to read the other party's poetry collection.

The messy dormitory was quiet for a long time before Haizi came back to his senses. He smiled shyly at Liu Qingshan: "Thank you, I don't know your name yet, come, sit down."

There were several stools in the room, and Liu Qingshan asked them to sit down: "I am Liu Qingshan, in fact, I should call you senior brother."

"Oh, you also graduated from Peking University, in fact, our ages should be about the same, I am 24 this year." Haizi seemed more intimate.

Really about the same, he is only two years older than Liu Qingshan.

Speaking of Haizi, it is really amazing. In 1979, he was admitted to the Law Department of Peking University at the age of 15. After graduating in 1983, he was assigned to the University of Political Science and Law. He has been working for several years now.

It's just that his job is not what he loves. In addition, his works in poetry cannot be widely recognized by people, and his emotional aspect is also frustrated.

Many setbacks have made this sensitive and fragile poet bear more and more pressure and inner torture.

These can also be reflected in his works. Haizi's poems have passionate and sad emotions, which are smart and elegant but profound and sad.

All of this is like a huge black hole, devouring him mercilessly and finally taking him to the real distance.

He has gradually become a little desperate, but at this time, the Jiapigou Literature Award fell on his head without any warning.

The poet is still very excited, because the award means that his work has been recognized.

This seems to be a ray of light in despair, which finally makes his life meaningful.

In addition, there is the considerable bonus. Poets also need money.

Liu Qingshan sat here for a while, left contact information with each other, agreed to go back to Jiapigou together, and then got up to say goodbye.

The poet stood up and rubbed his hands a little embarrassedly: "I should treat you to a meal. So, when the bonus comes, I will definitely treat you."

Liu Qingshan also smiled and nodded: "Brother, then it's settled. You are not allowed to regret it. I will find a big restaurant and give you a good meal."

The shy smile appeared on the poet's face again.

When shaking hands and saying goodbye, Xiaoxu suddenly asked: "Haizi, can you lend me your poetry collection to read?"

March, early spring.

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The gloomy sky is gray and black, revealing a heavy depression, as if someone has splashed ink on rice paper, and the ink has soaked the sky and smudged the clouds.

The clouds are stacked and blended with each other, diffusing crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder.

It's like the roar of the gods, echoing in the world.

Please download the Aiyue Novels app to read the latest chapters for free without ads. The bloody rain, with sadness, falls to the mortal world.

The earth is hazy, and there is a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim bloody rain.

The city is full of broken walls and ruins, and everything is withered. Collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, withering silently.

The bustling streets in the past are now bleak.

The sandy road that was once crowded with people is no longer noisy.

Only blood mud mixed with pieces of meat, dust, and paper is left, which cannot be distinguished from each other and is shocking.

Not far away, a broken carriage is deeply stuck in the mud, full of sadness, with only an abandoned rabbit doll hanging on the shaft, swaying in the wind.

The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of gloomy weirdness.

The cloudy eyes seemed to have some resentment, and he looked at the mottled stones in front of him alone.

There, a figure was lying.

This was a 13 or 14-year-old boy, with ragged clothes and full of dirt, and a broken leather bag tied around his waist.

The boy squinted his eyes and did not move. The biting cold penetrated his tattered coat from all directions, swept through his body, and gradually took away his body temperature.

The website is about to close, download the Aiyue app to see the latest content for free But even if the rain fell on his face, he did not blink, staring coldly at the distance like a hawk.

Following his gaze, a skinny vulture was gnawing on the rotten corpse of a wild dog at a distance of seven or eight feet from him, and sometimes vigilantly observed the surroundings.

It seemed that in this dangerous ruin, it would instantly take off at the slightest movement.

Download the Aiyue novel app to read the latest chapters without ads for free. And the boy, like a hunter, patiently waited for the opportunity.

After a long time, the opportunity came and the greedy vulture finally completely buried its head in the wild dog's abdomen.

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