Chapter 628: Alive (make up for yesterday's chapter)
Coincidentally, the new book Zhang Zhong drew this time happened to be related to realism. When Yang Fengxia mentioned Carlyle just now, he was thinking about this.
"Alive" is the second book by Yu Hua that Zhang Zhong drew, and it is also one of Yu Hua's masterpieces. People tend to classify this work in realism, but it is different from traditional realism, and even the later scars
The difference between literature, reflective literature and even reform literature is that this neo-realist novel starts from the current reality, calmly and objectively analyzes the current social situation, and shapes ordinary people living among people.
The writer no longer looks down on the world as an enlightener, but integrates himself into the living space of civilians from a level-headed perspective, showing sympathy and care for the people living at the bottom of society.
Of course, in "Alive", it is difficult to see the author Yu Hua's care and sympathy for the protagonist Fugui.
The zero-involvement narrative method gives the entire work a perfect third-person perspective, and what happens to Fugui seems to be a tragedy from beginning to end.
Although they are both works by Yu Hua and have similar themes, "Xu Sanguan Sells Blood" and "Alive" are two completely different works.
In "The Story of Xu Sanguan Selling Blood", Xu Sanguan's tragedy is like a trickling river, flowing slowly. Except for the final climax, it seems that the waves in the whole book are not obvious.
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When readers experience Xu Sanguan's tragedy, apart from a touch of helplessness, they rarely experience a heavy impact.
But "To Live" is different. Reading this book is like sitting on a boat floating in the stormy waves. The waves come one after another, leaving the person on it without even a chance to breathe.
Many people even have no time to appreciate the deep meaning of this book when they read it for the first time. They are completely led by Yu Hua and become angry and emotional amidst the waves of tragedies.
This was the case when Zhang Zhong read "Alive" for the first time, and he had no time to react.
If tragedy can be compared to blades falling from the sky, then the density of blades thrown out by Yu Hua in this book is simply unheard of.
The protagonist Fugui was originally the son of a landlord in the old days, and he had no worries about food and clothing.
This guy is a complete asshole, hanging out in gambling houses and brothels every day, and even rides a burly prostitute through the streets to humiliate his father-in-law.
Later, someone in the gambling house designed to defraud him of all his property.
The tragedy also started at this time.
Then the book seemed to become a chronicle of death.
Fugui's father died first. He fell into a latrine while defecating at the head of the village and drowned.
Later, Fugui went to see a doctor to treat his mother, but was recruited by the national army. When he returned home, his mother died, and his daughter Fengxia fell seriously ill and became deaf-mute.
Then his son Youqing was blood-drawn and died while giving blood to the county magistrate's wife.
Daughter Fengxia got married, but died on the birth bed.
My wife Jiazhen died of illness.
The son-in-law Erxi was stoned to death while he was working.
Sun Tzu Kugen ate the beans and ate them to death.
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Yu Hua believes that suffering and repetition are twin brothers.
In "The Story of Xu Sanguan Selling Blood", what is repeated is a paragraph of language and several subsequent paragraphs of selling blood.
But in "Alive", what is repeated is death.
Zhang Zhong once thought that Yu Hua wrote this book like this just to earn tears...
The plane passed through a gust of air and experienced some turbulence. This turbulence drew Zhang Zhong's thoughts away from "Alive".
He has already written tens of thousands of words for his new book, and it is estimated that he will finish it in a day or two.
He plans to release this new book in August. As for the original detective novel he has been imagining, it may have to be postponed to September.
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When the visiting delegation arrived in New York, the person sent by Literary News to pick them up held a large sign with eye-catching Chinese characters on it: Warmly welcome the delegation of the Chinese Writers Association to New York.
People coming and going, whether they know Chinese characters or not, can't help but take a few more glances. After all, this brand is too big and eye-catching.
Zhang Zhong and the others could see the sign from a distance.
Yang Fengxia smiled as she walked, "The style of Literary Newspaper is quite high-profile."
"It's not too high-profile. At least they only wrote slogans in Chinese. If it's really high-profile, other languages may also appear."
Before Zhang Zhong could finish his words, another sign was erected next to the original sign in Chinese, with a welcome message in English, which had the same meaning as the one in Chinese.
This is not over yet, as soon as the English sign went up, another French sign went up.
Bang bang bang.
Zhang Zhong didn't expect the slap in the face to come so quickly.
Seeing Zhang Zhong's frustrated expression, Yang Fengxia couldn't help but laugh, "They seemed to have heard what you just said, and they cooperated quite well."
Zhang Zhong shook his head, "Let's go and meet our high-profile friends."
There were not only people from Literary Newspaper inside the airport, but also a group of big men in black who were always guarding the airport, watching the surrounding crowds warily.
They were the security team invited by Zhang Zhong, and they came to New York before Zhang Zhong.
He had informed Yang Fengxia in advance about bringing bodyguards, so after Yang Fengxia noticed these people, she smiled and said, "If nothing else, at least my safety is guaranteed when I travel with you."
She didn't think that Zhang Zhong was making a fuss. With Zhang Zhong's current wealth and status, it was really impossible not to be careful about snacking.
The hotel where Zhang Zhong and the others are staying is located in Manhattan. It was arranged by Literary Newspaper. Zhang Zhong's security team has checked the hotel in advance to ensure that everything is safe.
"Chairman Yang, Mr. Zhang, I was sent by the newspaper to greet you."
A middle-aged man with black hair and eyes came up to him and spoke in authentic Chinese.
Yang Fengxia asked with great interest, "Are you Chinese?"
"Yes, my name is Yang Xiao. When it comes to Chairman Yang, we are still from the same family."
"That's quite a fate, but you guys have made the battle a bit big." Yang Fengxia pointed to several signs hanging above her head.
Yang Xiao said with a smile, "Our newspaper office hopes that your group can feel our enthusiasm and sincerity. The car has been arranged. Please come with me. Let's go to the hotel first."
Zhang Zhong looked at Yang Xiao who was leading the way and said to Yang Fengxia, "Chairman Yang, your family is quite interesting."
"Oh, how do you say that?" Yang Fengxia said a little surprised. She didn't see anything special about Yang Xiao. It was normal for a newspaper as big as "Literary News" to have a Chinese staff member.
Zhang Chong pursed his lips, "He looked enthusiastic on the surface, but he only said hello to the two of us. He just glanced at the rest of the group with a smile. Now he has walked more than ten steps without looking back once.
This is not a normal reception attitude. Of course, the most important thing is to look at his watch. I happen to know him. It is worth 2.6 million Chinese coins. Do you think an ordinary staff member can afford to wear such a watch?
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When she heard the price of Yang Xiao's watch, Yang Fengxia was a little stunned. As the chairman of the Writers Association, let alone an ordinary employee, she couldn't afford to wear such a watch. Of course, even if she could afford it, she would definitely not dare to wear it.
Hearing Zhang Zhong's analysis, Yang Fengxia suddenly felt that Yang Xiao's identity became mysterious. She looked at Zhang Zhong and said, "You are indeed a master of detective novels."