Rebirth one way to the north

"The Daughter of Time is so boring, except for those who are familiar with the history of the York Dynasty, all readers will feel drowsy when reading it. It can even be said that this novel is entirely the author's showing off his knowledge, The so-called reasoning is nothing more than finding clues that can be justified in the complicated historical materials and the complex genealogy of the royal family. The truth? Apart from the parties involved, even the author himself cannot say that this is the truth of history...”

"When I read "Daughter of Time" for the first time, it was like hearing the ding-ding car bells on a certain road in the old Shanghai Concession, and a strange yet familiar atmosphere came in mistly, cold and lonely. It is true that this book has no The shocking murder case makes readers feel terrified when they just turn the pages of the book - even if you read the last page, you won't feel this way; People have been sleeping in the long river of history; there is no duel between the detective and the murderer that some readers expected - the detective himself was lying on the hospital bed from the beginning to the end because of his leg injury. However, we cannot ignore the author's The stone-shattering feeling..."

"...History is like a maze. No one can be sure whether the map we see can really reach the exit of the maze. Tei sharpened this confusion in "Daughter of Time", nakedly exposing the lies of history . . . ”

"...The only benefit this book brings to me is probably that I plunge into the library to look for historical materials about Richard III. I have to say that this process is more meaningful than reading this novel."

"...I can't help but wonder, besides Richard III, how many 'Tony Pandi' are there in the history? Died, leaving behind a strong legend and a stronger stele, which has become the pride and tourist attraction of the place. At this point, the conclusion simply ends'? What people want to know is the truth of the event itself, or the 'truth they need '? Just like the succession of Emperor Yongzheng in the Qing Dynasty, there were rumors that Yongzheng revised the imperial decree and secretly exchanged children with ministers. Even if people with a little historical knowledge know that this is impossible, there are still countless people who are willing to believe that Yongzheng's throne is coming. Not fair and aboveboard... Truth is the daughter of time, a pen of light that makes one ponder."

Not long after the Chinese translation of "Daughter of Time" was published, many magazines and newspapers began to publish readers' comments. Some praised it as a classic, while others dismissed it as rubbish.Mo Bei had long been mentally prepared for this phenomenon. He didn't open even one of the letters from readers forwarded by the publishing house, and handed them all over to his parents. Sun Lihua's biggest hobby now is reading letters from readers, and she has gained a lot from it. satisfaction.

While reading the letter, she wanted to share it with her husband: "This girl is interesting, and she even sent her photo. She wants to have a relationship with Xiaobei? Hahaha, if she knows that Xiaobei is a child, hahaha , I laughed to death, ouch!"

Because there was a period of cultural barrenness, when literature and art began to recover, many readers' need and piety for reading can be described as hunger and thirst.Writers, poets, and translators are so revered that many young women hope to associate with such people, naively thinking that to dedicate themselves to them is to dedicate themselves to the great muse.In such incidents, although there are elegant events like the couples of gods and immortals, there are also many tragedies that start in chaos and end in abandonment.

Moreover, people in this era are relatively simple, love to make pen pals, and when writing letters to strangers, they will confess their home address, workplace, personal age, whether they are married, and their relationship with the people around them. He is a criminal with a heart, so he doesn't need to spend time collecting information.

"There is also someone who wrote poems for Xiaobei." The distant and hopeless expectation is the shackles on my neck. I can't take it off in my lifetime. My whole life is a sampan tied to the pier. Ripples; my future is the swaying water plants at the bottom of the river, trying to entangle the ankles of wandering sailors. If this is my destiny, I want to sing, roar, cry blood, smeared with duckweed, let it float in front of you, and offer me A heart as hot as magma!' Yoho, a heart as hot as magma, whoever touches it will burn to death. Xiangyang, what do you think of this poem?" Sun Lihua asked while shaking the page.

Mo Xiangyang was also opening the letter with a dull head, and was amused from time to time, "Huh? Oh, it's very good, very literary."

Sun Lihua curled her lips: "I think it's average, not as good as our Xiaobei's. Tsk, I thought it was written for Xiaobei, so I wanted Xiaobei to recommend him for publication."

Mo Xiangyang wondered: "Xiao Bei wrote poetry?"

Sun Lihua was reminded: "Yes, Xiaobei should be allowed to write poetry and develop in an all-round way." After saying that, she was about to stand up and look for Mo Bei.

Mo Xiangyang hurriedly stopped her: "Why do you think it's a one-off thing? Don't meddle in the creative work, and you don't understand this."

Sun Lihua said angrily: "If you don't understand, you can't talk about it? Comrade Mo Xiangyang, your thinking is wrong. We must encourage a hundred schools of thought to contend and let a hundred flowers bloom. We must... accept other people's criticisms and opinions with an open mind."

Mo Xiangyang said: "Yes, Comrade Sun Lihua, would you like to hear some suggestions from me?"

Sun Lihua sat down with a smile: "Let's talk."

Mo Xiangyang cleared his throat, and said, "First, I can't leave this letter alone. Can we stop thinking about reading it all in one sitting? It's too late to cook for the children."

Sun Lihua thought for a while, then waved her hand: "Okay, accept Comrade Mo Xiangyang's opinion."

"Secondly, writing is different from performing an operation. It doesn't mean that there is a chief surgeon, but an anesthetist, nurse, and several people can complete an operation. Right?"

Sun Lihua was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Mo Xiangyang said patiently: "That is to say, don't interfere with what Xiaobei wants to write. If you interfere too much, it will affect his creation."

Sun Lihua was still puzzled: "I didn't interfere. Didn't I just want him to write poetry? That's not okay?"

Mo Xiangyang said: "Don't you really like Bing Xin? Tell me, if someone told Bing Xin when she was writing, don't just write "Little Orange Lantern" and "Send to Young Readers", you should also write " "Camel Xiangzi" and "Two Horses". What do you think it will be like?"

Sun Lihua thought about it seriously for a long time: "I really can't think of it. However, if I have to write, she may not be worse than Lao She."

Mo Xiangyang: "...It's not about who writes well and who writes badly. Writers have different writing styles. Some writers are good at writing historical themes, some are good at writing rural themes, and some only write poetry. Instead of writing novels, some only write prose. This is called creative freedom.”

Sun Lihua: "Okay, don't you just let me take care of Xiaobei. He is your son, not mine? What about the third one?"

Mo Xiangyang: "...Third, third..."

Sun Lihua: "Say it."

Mo Xiangyang: "Third - daughter-in-law, you have to pay attention to rest, this plaster cast has only been removed for a few days, don't keep looking down at the letter, look up." He went to rub Sun Lihua's shoulders flatteringly, but Sun Lihua gave him a sideways look.

At Sun Lihua's insistence, the family banquet to celebrate Mo Bei's becoming a "writer" was still held, and Wei Yuxuan and Xia Chengyu were also invited. Of course, Xia Duo's little tail was not left behind.

Everyone was indeed surprised, but they were also really happy for Mo Bei.Xia Chengyu said that if Mo Bei wanted to translate any works, she could help find materials.Wei Yuxuan also said that when Mo Bei publishes a book, he can help find some famous writers to write preface recommendations.

Mo Bei is very happy, because from these words, we can know that Wei Yuxuan has done a good job in the magazine, his network has expanded, and he has also found confidence.

Sun Lihua was also very happy, she let go of her prejudices and invited Wei Yuxuan to eat for this purpose.Everything is for the future of my son!

After drinking for three rounds, Sun Lihua smiled and said, "I want Xiaobei to learn piano, Mr. Xia, do you know the teacher who teaches piano?"

Mo Bei was surprised: "Mom, I didn't say I want to learn piano."

Sun Lihua said: "Don't interrupt the children when adults talk. Teacher Xia?"

Xia Chengyu looked at Mo Bei, then at Sun Lihua, and said with a smile, "I really don't know each other, otherwise, I'll go back and find out."

Sun Lihua said: "Okay, okay."

Xia Chengyu said gently: "However, the most important thing for children to learn knowledge and skills is to have their own interest, otherwise they won't be able to persevere."

Sun Lihua said: "I heard that Duoduo of your family can also play Guqin?"

Xia Duo said obediently: "Auntie, I have been practicing piano since I was five years old, but it has been so hard that my fingers have been scratched many times by the strings. You see, they are all covered with calluses. My grandfather is very strict. Let me practice for three hours every day! Auntie, think about how young I was at that time. It was difficult for me to sit motionless by the piano for three hours, and I had to play the piano! When other children were playing outside, I could only Practicing at home, memorizing qin scores, and having to recite ancient prose, poems, etc., my grandfather said that in this way, I can develop a feeling of connection with the guqin. I didn’t think it had any effect, but I knew I would always be beaten. Really, Practicing the piano is too hard!"

Sun Lihua said: "Duo Duo is really powerful. Xiao Bei, you have to learn from your little brother, you know? You can be a master if you suffer hardships."

Xia Duo was stunned. He wanted to say that practicing the piano was too hard to soften Sun Lihua's heart so that he could give up the idea of ​​letting Mo Bei learn the piano, but he didn't expect it to have the opposite effect.

Mo Bei lowered his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking. Mo Xiangyang didn't dare to look at his son's face. He interrupted and said, "Let's talk about this later. If you really want Xiao Bei to learn the piano, don't you have to buy a piano for him to practice?" Well, the piano is so expensive, our family can’t afford it now.”

Sun Lihua said: "That's right, the piano is quite expensive. But, it's for the children."

Mo Bei stared at his bowl and said in a low voice, "Mom, I don't want to learn the piano, and I don't have time to learn."

Sun Lihua said dissatisfiedly: "Lu Xun said it all, time is like water in a sponge, if you squeeze it, there will be enough. Anything without time is an excuse."

Everyone can see that Mo Bei is full of reluctance, but as a mother, Sun Lihua has the right to choose how to educate her children. After all, Wei Yuxuan and Xia Chengyu are outsiders, so I don't want to say much. Concede in the face of strength.

Gong Xiaobai gave Sun Liping a wink, and Sun Liping understood, and brought some food to Mo Bei, "Xiao Bei, eat. Sister, I think you should not force Xiao Bei to learn this and that, how old is Xiao Bei. I heard from my brother-in-law that you found a calligraphy teacher for Xiaobei two days ago? You are not afraid of exhausting the child."

Sun Lihua didn't take it seriously: "Arrange the time well, how tiring it would be. He doesn't go to school, so he has plenty of time."

Mo Bei said patiently: "But I spend a lot of time thinking about writing. If I learn the piano, I won't have time to write."

Sun Lihua was stunned for a moment, and looked at everyone suspiciously, as if she wanted to ask everyone for proof. "There is no conflict between thinking about things in your head and doing things in your hands?"

Sun Wuyue laughed out loud: "Do you think Xiaobei is Guo Jing, who can wrestle left and right and do two things at the same time?"

Xia Duo said loudly: "I have to think for a long time to write an [-]-word composition, and it will definitely take longer for Xiaobei to write a novel with so many words."

Xia Chengyu also said: "Writing requires concentration, and learning piano also requires concentration. If you don't devote yourself wholeheartedly, there will be no effect. Mo Bei's mother, you really have to think about this point. Children can do it on the one hand. It is good to be excellent, and it is not necessary for children to develop into all-round talents. Besides, childhood time is so precious, we cannot let children have no time to play and become a little old man."

Sun Lihua was quiet for a while, then smiled: "Well, since everyone said so, then listen to you. Come, Teacher Xia, I will toast you."

Mo Bei stared at the colliding wine glass with dark eyes, not feeling relaxed at all.