Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 469 Alive
Fang Minghua jogged along the railway, but after running for a while he still didn't see Haizi.

He was breathing heavily, his heart sinking little by little.

But he didn't give up.

Because up to now, no train has passed by.

still have a chance!

After walking for more than ten minutes, night began to fall. When the railway turned a corner, Fang Minghua suddenly saw a person in front of him, walking forward on the track.

Like Haizi!
"Haizi." Fang Minghua shouted.

The figure in front paused, but did not look back and continued walking forward.

At this moment, Fang Minghua suddenly heard the whistle of a train coming from the front, and his face turned pale.

"fast"

Fang Minghua started running wildly.

The person on the railroad track was still walking slowly, less than 400 meters away from the train.

The driver of the train seemed to have noticed someone on the tracks, and began to honk the whistle to slow down, making a harsh brake sound, but the huge inertia made the train continue to run wildly.

Haizi stopped and looked at the oncoming train, then looked back at the people running wildly behind him. He remembered a poem written by the Russian poet Yesenin before he committed suicide:

Goodbye, my friend.

No need to say goodbye, no need to shake hands,

Don't be sad, don't be sad--

Death is not new in this world
Of course, staying alive is even less surprising.

Smiling, Haizi opened his arms towards the oncoming train.

Fang Minghua ran desperately. He felt that this was the fastest speed he had ever run in his life, no, in both lives. However, this short distance of more than 20 meters seemed so long.

Desperately
Haizi closed his eyes.

He could already feel the vibration of the rails, and he could imagine the moment his body collided with the train, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

It won’t hurt, right?

No, because my soul and my poetry went to heaven together.

The sharp whistle and the piercing brake sounds became fainter and fainter in Haizi's ears, and he felt as if he had gone to heaven.

A group of angels were surrounding him, chanting verses from the Lord.

Suddenly, a huge force pulled him to the side, and before he could react he fell outside the railroad track. Then a huge roar whizzed past.

When he opened his eyes, he was already lying on the roadbed outside the railway tracks, Fang Minghua bent over and gasping for breath.

He felt like his chest was going to explode.

Paralyzed.

It seems that I need to run and exercise after I go back.

"It's you?" Haizi then saw clearly that the person who saved him this time was Fang Minghua, whom he had only met once.

"It's me! Damn, I'm so tired." Fang Minghua sat down on the ground.

At this time, he had already seen a group of people with flashlights running towards them. They were Stationmaster Wang and his group.

Well, at least Haizi won’t die this time.

Fang Minghua took Haizi and left Longjiaying Station for Yanjing overnight.

Before leaving, Fang Minghua expressed his gratitude to Stationmaster Wang, who was a warm-hearted person and even called Haizi to his office to give him a lecture.

"Young man, you haven't got a wife yet, right? You don't have children yet, right? I'm a rough man with little education and I don't understand poetry, but there's an old Chinese saying that goes 'There are three unfilial acts, and the worst is to have no descendants.' You're leaving now, who will be the saddest? Not your so-called readers, but your parents! The old are sending off the young. It's sad just thinking about it."

Haizi came out of Stationmaster Wang's office, still without saying a word, but Fang Minghua noticed that his eyes were red.

Fang Minghua first took Haizi to the noodle shop and they each had a bowl of noodles. Then they returned to the small hotel to take their luggage. At around ten o'clock in the evening, they boarded a slow train from Qinhuangdao to Yanjing.

Still a hard seat.

The two sat opposite each other. Haizi remained silent as he looked at the dark night sky outside, and Fang Minghua did not chat with him. After sitting for a while and feeling bored and unable to sleep, he suddenly thought of something and said to Haizi.

"Show it to me."

"What?" Haizi was startled and said casually. Then he remembered something and took out a crumpled note from his schoolbag and handed it to Fang Minghua.

Fang Minghua took it and looked at it, and it turned out to be a suicide note.

"My name is Zha Haisheng. I am a teacher at the Philosophy Department of China University of Political Science and Law. My death has nothing to do with anyone."

What the hell!

"It's not this." Fang Minghua was both angry and amused.

"I want to read the book you brought to kill time."

"Oh"

Haizi hurriedly took out four books from his schoolbag and placed them on the small coffee table.

The Bible, Walden, Selected Novels of Conrad, and Knuckles.

They are indeed the four legendary books.

Forget about the Bible, I don't believe in Jesus. He has read Walden and Selected Novels of Conrad, and only Knotless Ocean is left.

It is a documentary work about the Norwegian scholar Thor Heyerdahl and his five Norwegian and Swedish companions who crossed the Pacific Ocean on a raft.

"I leaned against the window, trying to get a glimpse of the distant starry sky above the great city, but could only see a tiny patch between the high walls overhead. Even if the space on the raft was small, there was still plenty of room above us for the sky and the stars."

As he was watching, Fang Minghua fell asleep on the small square table, snoring softly.

When I woke up, it was already daybreak and Yanjing Station was in front of me.

The two got off the bus and left the station. Fang Minghua told Haizi to follow her, saying that Yanjing was a bit chaotic recently and he should not run around.

After eating fried dough sticks and soy milk, Fang Minghua made a call from a public phone in a store on the street. It was to Xichuan.

The phone was connected and Nishikawa's familiar voice was heard.

"I'm Liu Jun, who is this?"

"Xichuan, I'm Fang Minghua."

"Editor-in-Chief Fang." Xichuan's voice became enthusiastic.

"Are you in Xijing or Yanjing now?"

"I'm in Yanjing." Fang Minghua glanced at Haizi outside the store: "I'm with Haizi now."

"Did you go to Changping to look for Haizi?"

"It's not Changping, it's Shanhaiguan."

"Ah, Shanhaiguan, why are you running so far?"

"I was on a business trip for a meeting. Haizi was about to commit suicide by lying on the railway tracks, but I ran into him by chance and rescued him." Fang Minghua gave the excuse he had prepared.

"Ah?! Suicide?!" On the other end of the phone, Nishikawa was so shocked that he was speechless.

"It's hard to explain it in a few words over the phone. Find a place where it's convenient for us to talk. I'll bring Haizi over to discuss it in detail."

"Okay, okay, let's go to my dormitory. Haizi knows the place."

Fang Minghua put down the microphone and walked up to Haizi.

“I just called Xichuan, and he asked us to go to his dormitory, and he said you know the place.

Haizi nodded.

A few minutes later, the two got into a taxi.

In Xichuan's single dormitory, Fang Minghua met not only Xichuan, but also unexpectedly met another one of the Three Musketeers of Peking University, Luo Yihe.

He came with his wife and was the only one of the three who was currently married.

(End of this chapter)