Zhou Zhou has been waiting for Zhang Zhong's new book "Dune" during this period. Before the new book comes out, he has no intention of reading other books.
Now Zhang Zhong suddenly published a short story, which could just relieve his anxiety of waiting for the new book.
"Two blind men walked among the vast mountains..."
Zhou Zhou tilted the back of his chair a little, found a comfortable position, and started reading "Life is Like a Piano String".
The beginning of the story tells about two blind men, an old man and a young man, who were playing the piano and performing. They were probably the kind of performers who went around and sang wherever they went.
But since he is blind, it should be difficult for him to walk.
Zhou Zhou looked at his legs and smiled to himself again. Hehe, he was still worrying about other people's affairs. At least he could still walk.
The little blind man didn't seem to understand anything. He held the master's "electric box" and asked questions about everything he heard.
He didn't even know what a "green bench" was.
When Zhou Zhou saw the little blind man and the blind man discussing things he didn't know, Zhou Zhou laughed, but he felt depressed while smiling. He knew the "bench" and the "veranda", so what?
Later, the little blind man fell in love with a girl.
The old blind man also broke a thousand strings. Remembering the master's instructions, he went out to get the medicine. Only then did the old blind man realize that the medicine was just a piece of white paper, and there was no medicine that could restore sight.
"How stupid is it possible to have such a prescription?" Zhou Zhou muttered.
However, as he said this, his heart felt empty. It was obvious that he had been looking forward to having such a prescription before.
When the old blind man returned home, he learned that the little blind man had lost his love.
The little blind man asked the old blind man in pain: Why are we blind?
"I want to open my eyes and see, Master, I want to open my eyes and see! Even just once."
Two tears appeared on Zhou Zhou's face. He raised his head and told himself that he was not qualified to sympathize with anyone, but the tears still failed him.
In order to give the little blind man hope of life, the old blind man told the little blind man to break one thousand two hundred strings.
The lie about the prescription was passed down.
At the end of the story, two blind men, an old man and a young man, walked among the vast mountains, exactly as they came.
…
"Life is like a harp string."
Zhou Zhou held the tablet in his hands, his eyes dull.
What is life? Is it really a string? And what do people live by?
Isn't the little blind man sad? He has no hope of regaining his sight in his life, and can only rely on the lies the Master told him to support him.
"What do I live on..."
A string in Zhou Zhou's heart seemed to be stirred and started to move.
From the time he became disabled until now, countless people have encouraged him and advised him, but he couldn't listen to them.
They were just talking sarcastically. Zhou Zhou always had this thought whenever he heard others trying to persuade him.
But what about the old blind man and the little blind man?
Just when Zhou Zhou was in a daze, his mother walked in from outside, holding a bowl of iced mung bean soup in her hand.
Seeing Zhou Zhou in a daze, her heart skipped a beat. She had been on tenterhooks in the past few days, fearing that Zhou Zhou would fall into a dead end. Now she has finally become more stable. Is there going to be another problem?
Zhou Zhou raised his head and looked at his worried mother, trying hard to smile, but found that he could no longer even make a simple smile.
Although he didn't look in the mirror, he knew that his current expression was definitely uglier than crying.
"Mom." Zhou Zhou opened his mouth.
His mother quickly put down the mung bean soup and came over, asking with concern, "What's wrong, Zhou Zhou? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Zhou Zhou shook his head, "Mom, I want to go out and have a look, is that okay?"
"Go out and have a look? Okay, okay, mom will push you out right now. Okay, okay, mom will take our Zhou Zhou out for a look." As the mother spoke, she turned her head away to prevent her son from seeing her.
tears.
…
Li Yan put her chin on her head and looked at Zhang Zhong, "Did you just write this "Life is Like a Piano String"?"
Zhang Zhong was chopping vegetables and said, "No, I wrote it last night."
"Has Lan Xiuer gone outside the mountain?" Li Yan asked.
"Um."
"Then is she going to get married? Is she married to someone else?"
"Um."
Li Yan tilted her head and thought for a while, "Did Minghai and Xiao Yingzi get married in the end? Did Xiao Yingzi marry anyone else?"
She asked about "Ordering" from "Life is Like a String".
"I don't know." Zhang Zhong shook his head.
"Probably not. Aren't all the monks in Minghai's temple allowed to get married?"
Zhang Zhong stopped chopping vegetables and glanced at Li Yan, "Don't you want to play with Peng Peng?"
"Pengpeng is doing homework."
"Then why don't you go do homework with her?"
"Oh, okay."
…
After "Life is Like a Piano String" was released, there was a lot of discussion.
Some people say that Zhang Zhong's view of life is too pessimistic, comparing life to a string, vulnerable to a blow.
This story is also a complete tragedy. The little blind man may have to live in a lie all his life. The hope that he is kept alive is false and fabricated.
However, some people say that what Zhang Zhong wants to express is that people must find a reason to live in this world, and this is the case for each of us.
And sometimes, the incompleteness of life and the emptiness of life open up the possibility space for people to overcome themselves, transcend difficulties and prove the meaning of existence.
Only people can regard life as more important than life itself. Only people stubbornly pursue and demand the meaning of life. And in a certain sense, the meaning of life is caused by incompleteness.
Zhang Zhong feels that there is no need to argue that meaning itself is meaningless. Just like this book, the key is not what the story wants to express, but what the readers see.
What the readers see is what the story expresses to them.
Everyone is like a frog in a well. If you look up and see stars, then there are only stars in our sky. If you are lucky and see the moon, there will be an extra moon.
…
After Zhang Zhong prepared the meal, he went to Pengpeng's room. Before he entered, he heard two girls, one big and one small, playing around.
He curled his lips and didn't push the door in. He just shouted from outside, "It's time to eat."
Hu Huifang took the food to Zhang Xingjun's canteen to deliver it to him, so only the three of them were eating.
Pengpeng took the spoon and said to Zhang Zhong, "Dad, my aunt said she would take me to watch a movie tomorrow, is that okay?"
Zhang Zhong looked at Li Yan, "Where do you want to take her to watch and film movies?"
"It's the island in the middle of the lake. Didn't you start filming "Ten Little Indian Boys"?" Li Yan said with a smile.
Zhang Zhong thought for a while, nodded and said, "Okay."
It happened that my mother also wanted to visit the set before. Since Pengpeng wanted to go, I thought she would take her with her tomorrow.