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Chapter 500 Fragmented Narrative Space

"The Metamorphosis" was translated into Chinese by Zhang Zhong, and Gregor in it also became Li Gao.

Seeing that there were new works, Wang Meng stopped looking at other works in the catalog and turned directly to the first chapter, "Metamorphosis".

But after reading a few lines, he frowned because the language style was really - special.

In the past, Zhang Zhong's novels were either as beautiful as poetry and read as smoothly as silk, or they had clear introductions and read as crisply and cleanly as the sound of a typewriter.

But this "Metamorphosis" is very different. It is a very simple sentence, but it is difficult to get into the mind when reading it. It seems because there are too many elements in the sentence.

Unable to coherently receive the meaning expressed in words.

Am I getting old?

Wang Meng even came up with this idea. He thought, could it be that the illness he had suffered a few days ago had made his brain rusty, so this situation occurred?

He looked at his grandson Wang Kewang sitting next to him, and decided to read the article before giving it to Wang Kewang to read.

A novel that is just enough to be a novella does not have much plot in total.

Li Gao turns into a beetle - company representatives come to him - he is discovered by his family - his sister takes care of him - his mother is frightened - his father hits him with an apple - his sister hates him - his mother bullies him - his family finds a job

--A tenant came to the house--The tenant saw him--Li Gao died.

The whole novel tells such a story. Salesman Li Gao woke up one day and found that he had turned into a beetle. Before that, he was the respected eldest son in the family. His parents praised him and his sister loved him. But when he changed

After becoming a beetle, when he no longer contributed materially to the family and even brought humiliation to the family, the family members changed their previous attitude of respect towards him and gradually showed a face of indifference, disgust and hatred.

Wang Meng has lived for more than a century and has never seen anything. During the famine in his early years, he had seen things like changing children and eating them. However, when he read the end of the novel, he still felt a sense of sadness rushing over his head.

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When the family members breathed a sigh of relief because of Li Gao's death;

When they saw them stirring Li Gao's body with brooms;

When he saw the family running out to relax and think about a better future, Wang Meng became angry.

Human nature is so ugly!

There is such indifference between people, even between relatives, it is the product of interests. People are selfish. Once the other person is of no use to them and becomes a drag, people will find ways to remove this drag.

Lose.

Even if they are restrained by morality, deep down in their hearts, these thoughts will always be hidden in a dark place, waiting to explode one day.

In today's materialistic society, some people have already alienated themselves to this point.

Wang Meng sighed and closed the book.

Wang Kewang had been watching his grandfather from the side. Seeing his expression, he asked, "Grandpa, how do you like your new work?"

"Kewang, do you know what tragedy is besides loss?" Wang Meng did not answer Sun Tzu's question, but instead raised another question.

Wang Kewang thought for a while and tried to answer, "Resentment and hatred will meet, love will be separated, and you can't ask for it?"

"No, there are still discoveries." Wang Meng said.

"Discover?" Wang Kewang asked puzzledly. He really didn't understand the connection between this word and tragedy.

"Sometimes discovering the truth is more cruel than the truth itself." Wang Meng took a sip of tea from the cup, but found that the tea had gone cold, so he put the cup down again.

Seeing this, Wang Kewang quickly went to make a new cup of tea.

After the new tea was brewed, Wang Meng held the steaming cup and said, "I remember hearing a story in my early years. The protagonists of the story are a mother and her son. The son suffers from a disease that can only lie in bed for the rest of his life, and the mother can only stay in bed.

Bedside care day and night.

Over time, the mother's love and patience seemed to have been worn away. She once lay beside her son's bed with a broken heart and cried: Why don't you die?"

Wang Kewang's eyes widened. He was surprised by his mother's performance in the story, but also wondered why the old man told him this story. Could it be that his grandfather felt that his time was running out, and was afraid that his children and grandchildren would think that he was dragging everyone down?

After opening his mouth, Wang Kewang ultimately did not ask the question.

Wang Meng continued to ask, "Do you think this mother is hateful?"

"But..." The hateful word that was about to blurt out was suddenly swallowed by Wang Kewang. It is easy to accuse others, but people's hearts are so complicated, so why should he criticize others harshly.

"I thought maybe she had extenuating circumstances."

"Yes, there are extenuating circumstances. It is said that there is no filial son in bed for a long time. This is not a lie. But precisely because of such extenuating circumstances, it just proves that human nature cannot be tortured."

Wang Meng still doesn't know why his grandfather told this story. Is it related to Zhang Zhong's new book? He can't wait to see what the new book says, so much so that the old man sighed and felt that the air in the room was filled with emotion.

A lot of depression.

"You should read it too." Wang Meng handed the book to his grandson, "Just read it here."

He also wanted to see Wang Kewang's reaction after reading this book to confirm whether he was old or not.



If Luo Wei heard Wang Meng's remarks about "discovery", he would definitely be in awe.

Because the biggest discovery he made after reading the book was that the tragedy of this novel was that when Luo Wei was reading the book, he discovered that Li Gao's family was just using him. He discovered that his sister had been so good to him before, but it was just

It was because her brother could give her benefits, and even his father kept cheating on him.

This discovery feels desolate.

"Oh, after reading this novel, I feel bad all over." Luo Wei sighed.

There are many people who feel the same as Luo Wei. Although this novel is a bit nerve-wracking to read, readers will find that the reflections between the lines will be engraved in their hearts and will never go away.

【This summer, Zhang Zhong poured a basin of cold water on me from above my head, which even made my heart feel cold.】

[One of the most depressing novels of the year.]

[People who are prohibited from reading this book: patients with depression, people with poor mental endurance...]

[If I hadn’t lived a happy life, my mentality would have exploded after reading this novel.]



In addition to ordinary readers, some literary critics also ran out.

"Not to mention the content, the narrative space of this novel is completely different from Zhang Zhong's previous novels. The narrative space of this novel is fractured and incomplete. When reading this novel, my most intuitive feeling is that I feel as if I

It's like suddenly stepping into a dark room from a bright light. It takes a period of dizziness before you can finally adapt. I suspect that many people can't adapt to this kind of dizziness and end up getting lost in this kind of narrative space..."


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