Wang Meng was sitting in the living room, looking at a large group of people in the living room, old and young, living together for several generations. Most of the boys and girls from his great-great-grandchildren could not be named by him. At his age, there were too many children and grandchildren.
Can't take care of it.
If it weren't for the fact that he was still alive, these descendants wouldn't be able to get together every year. When he dies in a few more years, they will be separated.
Maybe it won't take a few years. Now he already feels that his health is getting worse day by day. The deadline is probably not far away. Fortunately, this year should still pass.
The younger children were playing and playing, but they dared to stay far away, for fear of disturbing the ancestor in the hall.
Wang Kewang ran over and added some tea to his grandfather, "Grandpa, Huizhen asked you whether you would like to eat dumplings or rice tonight?"
Huizhen is Wang Kewang's wife and now the "chef" of the palace.
"Whatever you eat, I will eat." Wang Kewang said.
"There are so many of us, so we must be all different. We have both dumplings and rice."
"Then let's eat dumplings. Where is your dad?"
"He went to Uncle Liu's house. Uncle Liu has been in poor health recently. He has been lying in bed for the past two days and has not gotten out of bed."
Wang Meng nodded, his expression unchanged.
Of course he knew that Uncle Liu in the grandson's words was the youngest son of Liu Yan's family. Liu Yan was Wang Meng's political commissar when he was the brigade commander. Wang Meng watched that boy grow up.
He has seen too many such things. He is the only one left early in the morning. There are not many people a generation younger than him left. Basically, one or two acquaintances die every year.
Wang Kewang and his generation have also begun to reduce their numbers.
"Then your father won't come back for dinner tonight?" Wang Meng asked again.
"You should be back. I just called and asked, and I said I would leave in a while." Wang Kewang responded.
Wang Meng snorted, "Have you been in contact with Zhang Zhong these days?"
"He must be very busy recently. We haven't contacted him since he came to Yanjing last time for a book signing."
"Next time he comes, let me know in advance."
"Okay, I understand."
"Go and do your work."
Wang Kewang actually had nothing to do. There were many people at home, so there were naturally many people busy with work, and he was not needed. However, the old man seemed to avoid strangers, and he felt a little uncomfortable being around him.
After his grandson left, Wang Meng took a look at the yard outside. The moonlight tonight was good and shadowy, not like what Yanjing should look like on the 29th of the New Year.
He finally finished reading Zhang Zhong's new book "The Ordinary World" this morning. As he gets older, his reading speed obviously cannot keep up with others.
Next time Zhang Zhong comes again, he must praise Zhang Zhong. This young man has given himself too many surprises and surprises. Unlike others, he has stepped through the past hundred years of China one step at a time. For other readers,
The background that Zhang Chou wrote was called history, but to him, it was just called the past.
Whether it was "The Ordinary World" he read this time or the previous book "Xu Sanguan Sells Blood", he had personally experienced the era and background written in the book.
Talent is indeed a wonderful thing. After so many years of abandoning military service and writing, relying on the experience that others did not have, I still cannot write a work like "The Ordinary World".
Wang Meng was thinking about "The Ordinary World" he had just watched. His grandson Wang Ke looked at it and came back, "Grandpa, Zhang Zhong has published a new work."
"Oh?" Wang Meng raised his eyebrows. It's only been a few days? Is there a new work?
"It's a short story, posted on Weibo, and I just saw it on the Internet." Wang Kewang said.
"Where's the phone? Bring it to me and see."
Wang Kewang handed the phone over, but Wang Meng frowned while holding the phone, "Your phone is too small, I can't even read the words clearly."
"Then I'll go get the computer?"
"No, you can read it to me. It's a short story anyway and it won't take long." Wang Meng said.
The corner of Wang Kewang's mouth twitched. He hadn't read Zhang Zhong's new work yet. He probably had a hard time reading it to the old man. If he encountered a few words he didn't recognize, he would be embarrassed.
"What are you thinking about? Don't want to?"
"No, no, I'll read it to you right now."
Wang Kewang took the phone, cheered up, and began to read to Wang Meng, "The Soul-Destroying Gun - this is the title of the book."
Wang Meng raised his eyebrows and said nothing. Wang Kewang continued to read, "Life is a joke. Everything seems to be like this. I used to think so, but now I understand. Um, this sentence seems to be an inscription?"
Zhang Zhong just put this sentence in front of his head without marking it. Wang Kewang guessed it after some research. His guess was correct. This sentence was indeed the inscription.
"Shashalong's escort agency has been converted into an inn."
"There is no way not to wake up from the big dream in the East. Suppress the sound of cannons..."
Because it was the first time I read it, Wang Kewang did not read it fluently, but this did not affect Wang Meng.
On the contrary, Wang Kewang, because his attention was focused on the words, even though he read it once, he didn't think twice and read it in a daze.
Wang Meng was a little dazed, staring at the teacup on the coffee table, as if his acupuncture points were being tapped.
Wang Kewang stretched out his head and took a look. The water in the tea cup was still full. It had just been refilled and it was still steaming.
"grandfather?"
Wang Meng came back to his senses, "Is it gone?"
"It's gone." Wang Kewang pulled down to make sure the back was gone. He looked at Wang Meng, not sure if the old man had listened carefully just now.
"There is no way not to wake up from the big dream in the East." Wang Meng sighed, and suddenly laughed again, "Yes, the big dream has woken up. It's better to wake up."
Wang Kewang didn't understand what the old man meant, and looked down at his phone again. He wanted to find the answer from the article.
But I heard Wang Meng continue to say, "In that era, there were a few sand dragons."
There are always a few people awake, and most people are still asleep.
But when most people are asleep, those who wake up can only bear the pain of waking up, but they can't change anything.
Sha Shalong was forced to wake up. In front of the imperialist foreign guns and cannons, the spear in his hand had only the fate of failure. Therefore, he put the gun away and did not even pass it on, because he knew that even if his
No matter how exquisite the set of Soul-Severing Guns is, it can't save Dongfang. They need other things, things that can resist foreign guns and cannons.
Therefore, he changed the escort agency into an inn.
From this novel of several thousand words, Wang Mengneng could feel the internal and external reasons for the suffering and humiliation suffered by China and its people in modern times. Although there is no description of these things in the book, the implicit charm makes these words implicit.
In fact, not only in modern times, but even in contemporary times, when the hatred between the country and the family is far away, these "implications" can still enter everyone's life.
China has changed so fast in recent years that many people cannot keep up with the changing times.