Literary Master 1978.

Chapter 185 You should read some books!

Cha Haisheng said in a muffled voice: "I am also a student of Yanda University, and I am a sophomore this year!"

Lin Chaoyang was slightly surprised to hear his words and looked at him in surprise, "I'm so sorry."

Seeing that Lin Chaoyang's apology was sincere, Cha Haisheng's mood improved again.

"I am your reader," he said.

"Oh." Lin Chaoyang nodded.

Lin Chaoyang's identity as a writer is no secret at Yanjing University. Most Yanjing University students are proud of their identity and rarely talk to him, but they still meet him from time to time.

He said "Oh" and stopped talking, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.

"I read your novel The Death of Van Gogh a few days ago. This novel is very well written, better than many novels I have read..."

When Cha Haisheng praised "The Death of Van Gogh", his face showed some excitement and he talked nonstop.

Lin Chaoyang stood there patiently listening to him. After a long while, Cha Haisheng finally reacted and looked shy.

"Sorry, I get a little carried away when I talk about novels."

Lin Chaoyang smiled and said, "It's okay. From what you said, I guess you read a lot of books, right?"

Cha Haisheng nodded. Since entering Yanda University, his reading volume has greatly increased compared to when he was in high school.

However, after entering school last year, he focused his main energy on writing books in this major.

It was not until he read "Lai Zi's Summer" in April this year that his interest in Western literature, thought and philosophy was fully aroused, and he began to focus his main reading energy on literature and philosophy.

"What books have you read?" Lin Chaoyang asked curiously.

"I read all kinds of books, including Hegel, Freud, Maslow, Huntington, Thoreau... I read all their books."

Cha Haisheng mentioned more than a dozen names in one breath, as if he was showing off. Many of them were not only writers but also philosophers.

In recent years, foreign ideological masterpieces and literary works have flooded into the country like a tide. Many young literary people, like hungry skinny sheep, have flocked to experience this surging spring tide and have accepted all foreign ideas and works.

The young man in front of him... let's call him a young man, he looked about 16 or 17 years old. Lin Chaoyang kindly said, "You should read less books like Hegel."

"why?"

Cha Haisheng thought that when he said these names, Lin Chaoyang would look at him with new eyes, but he didn't expect the other party to say such a thing. He asked unconvincedly.

Lin Chaoyang did not answer his question, but asked: "How old are you this year?"

Cha Haisheng felt a sense of contempt for his youth from Lin Chaoyang's words, and felt very indignant.

"16 years old." He answered stiffly.

"16 years old..." Lin Chaoyang pondered, "At your age, it's too early to read those metaphysical books. Just read some literary works, such as Hugo and Alexandre Dumas."

"I have already finished reading Hugo and Dumas." Cha Haisheng said hurriedly, with a hint of provocation in his eyes.

Being able to go to college at the age of 16, his IQ must be far above that of ordinary people, and it is not surprising that he reads a lot of books.

Lin Chaoyang ignored Cha Haisheng's provocative look and praised: "It seems that you have read a lot of books."

His praise made the noisy Cha Haisheng happy again, and he said happily: "I also read the poems of poets such as Yeats, Eliot, Baudelaire and Auden, and I also read a lot of the recently popular Misty Poetry..."

Cha Haisheng's behavior was like a child who got 100 points on a test and couldn't wait to show off to his parents. He talked for a while before reacting and finally said, "These books are just for casual reading."

Lin Chaoyang nodded slightly and said nothing more.

The 16-year-old college student in front of him was still childish. He came to see him just because he wanted to see the hen after eating the eggs. It was difficult for the two of them to find topics to talk about, so he considered it a favor to this enthusiastic reader by dealing with him for a while.

"Eh?" A female voice suddenly came from the side.

Lin Chaoyang turned his head and saw Tao Yumo looking at them in surprise.

"Brother-in-law, Xiaocha, what are you talking about?"

As soon as Cha Haisheng saw Tao Yumo, all the muscles in his body tensed up, and his cleverness just now disappeared in an instant.

"I... I just finished watching "The Death of Van Gogh" and came to share my feelings." Cha Haisheng said stutteringly.

Since entering school, all the classmates knew that Tao Yumo was the daughter of a professor at Yan University and her brother-in-law was the writer Xu Lingjun.

In Cha Haisheng's opinion, she was a girl born with luck. In addition, Tao Yumo's outstanding appearance made him feel that he had to look up to her.

"Is that so?" Tao Yumo nodded and asked him, "Almost everyone in the class has left. When are you leaving?"

Cha Haisheng replied: "Just these two days."

"Then I wish you a safe journey."

Lin Chaoyang asked Tao Yumo: "Why did you come to the library?"

"What else can I do? I can read a book. Tao Xiwen and Tao Xiwu are causing so much trouble at home that I can't even stay at home."

When Cha Haisheng saw Tao Yumo and Lin Chaoyang chatting, he quietly left the library.

He went to the library today just because he wanted to talk to his idol on a whim. Now that he had finished talking, it was time to leave.

"Is this kid your classmate?" Lin Chaoyang asked, looking at Cha Haisheng's back.

"Yes, we are the youngest in the department."

When Cha Haisheng was chatting with him before, Lin Chaoyang didn't realize it until Tao Yumo called him just now.

His last name is Cha, he is 16 years old and short.

"what is his name?"

"Cha Haisheng, what's wrong?"

Sure enough it was him.

"Nothing. Just now when we were chatting, your classmate said that he likes to read philosophical works. He is too young and his mind is not yet sound. It is not a good thing for him to always read such books."

Tao Yumo asked in confusion: "Philosophy books are very nutritious. My classmates are also reading them."

Lin Chaoyang shook his head. "What do you mean by nutritious and what do you mean by unnutritious? Beef is nutritious, but can you feed it to a baby who has not been weaned?"

His metaphor suddenly enlightened Tao Yumo, and her expression became thoughtful.

"Chinese people say that young people should read Water Margin and old people should read Romance of the Three Kingdoms. It is true that reading can enlighten people's minds, but it can also affect people's minds.

At your age, if you focus all your energy on those illusory things, it is easy to get caught up in them and go astray. "

Tao Yumo really wanted to admit that what her brother-in-law said was right, but she felt uncomfortable when she heard Lin Chaoyang's tone.

He is not much older than me, but he pretends to be an old man. "Brother-in-law, why are you acting like an old man?"

“I’m speaking from my heart.”

Lin Chaoyang sighed. The people he interacted with the most all day were students from Yan University. Although many of them were older than him, in terms of social maturity, they were far inferior to people of the same age in later generations.

"Love specific people, not abstract people. Love life, not the meaning of life." He said lightly.

Tao Yumo, who was standing by, immediately felt impressed after hearing this. Her brother-in-law was indeed a writer, as his words could be so profound.

"Brother-in-law, what you said is so good!"

Lin Chaoyang looked at her speechlessly, "Why don't you read some books? Did I say this? This is what Dostoevsky said."

Hearing his ridicule, Tao Yumo felt her face flushed and said coquettishly, "I'm not studying Chinese, how would I know about this gay or that gay?"

In fact, Tao Yumo is not really uneducated. Nowadays, is there any college student who is not a literary youth?
It's just that in comparison, her reading volume is not that high.

The two chatted for a while, Tao Yumo went to the study room to read, and Lin Chaoyang continued to work.

When it was almost time to get off work, Hong Zicheng came to the library to find Lin Chaoyang.

"Chaoyang, come to my house for a visit after work?"

"Is there something?" Lin Chaoyang asked.

Hong Zicheng said: "Nothing. Xie Mian and I just happened to read your new novel these two days, and wanted to discuss it with you."

"Okay, I'll come to your house after get off work."

After get off work, Lin Chaoyang arrived at the tube-shaped building where the lecturers of Yan University lived as scheduled, which was next to the student dormitory building No. 32.

After entering the building, turn left and walk through the dim corridor. There is a dormitory in the middle to the south. That is Hong Zicheng's home.

It was dinner time now, and the public kitchen in the corridor was filled with the smell of smoke, and the aroma of food wafted through the entire building.

Hong Zicheng's home is a single room with an area of ​​about 15 or 16 square meters.

When Lin Chaoyang arrived, Xie Mian was already here.

In addition to Xie Mian, several students from the Chinese Department of Class 77 were also here, namely Chen Jiangong, Liu Zhida and Huang Ziping.

Two of the three of them are from Yenching University, and the other one has to work and study during the winter vacation.

For students of Yanda University, visiting teachers' homes is a very normal thing.

In particular, the dormitory of the Chinese Department is located in Building 32, less than meters away from the tube-shaped building where the lecturers live.

When Lin Chaoyang arrived, the first topic naturally fell on "The Death of Van Gogh".

Hong Zicheng took out a few pages of manuscript paper. This was a review article he wrote on "The Death of Van Gogh" and he planned to submit it to a literary review magazine.

The article is titled "The Death of Van Gogh: A Dialogue between Art and History" and it reads:

The charm of "The Death of Van Gogh" comes from the author's profound interpretation of the artwork and the re-deconstruction and interpretation of Van Gogh.

This cultural journey across time and space has aroused readers' strong interest in art and history, and also shown the world the life experience of the great painter Van Gogh.

It not only brings readers deep thinking about art and faith, but also carries profound cultural values ​​and ideological connotations.

Hong Zicheng's review was full of praise for "The Death of Van Gogh". He brought it out in front of everyone, making Lin Chaoyang, the author of the novel, feel a little embarrassed.

"Brother Zicheng, you're praising me too much." Lin Chaoyang said modestly.

"It would be better if you didn't exaggerate. How can I publish this article? How can I earn the royalties?" Hong Zicheng joked.

Everyone laughed when they heard this.

It was extremely cold in the 24th solar term, with the winter wind blowing fiercely. The train was moving slowly on the rails. The sound of the wheels hitting the rails echoed in the empty fields and was particularly deafening in the pitch-black night.

In the vast darkness, only the front headlight of the car was on, like a torch.

Cha Haisheng sat quietly on a seat outside the hard sleeper car. He looked at the night outside the window and could only vaguely make out a few lonely gray trees.

He took a train in the evening and it was already past nine o'clock in the evening. Although he didn't know the exact location of the train, he thought it should be in Hebei.

From the day he left his hometown, the map between Anhui and Yanjing was engraved in his mind.

Just now, he was bored on the train and started reading "The Death of Van Gogh" again.

This was the second time he had read this novel, but the feeling he had in his heart was even stronger than before.

He empathized with Aaron's devout belief in art, and also empathized with Van Gogh's lack of recognition for his talent.

This feeling of being touched constantly created ripples in his heart, making him unable to calm down for a long time, and he always had a desire to confide in his mind.

He thought that this desire would be satisfied after meeting Xu Lingjun, the author of the novel, but this was not the case.

He looked out the window again. The dark scene in the wilderness seemed endless. There was nothing else except the loneliness that accompanied it.

The desire gushing out of his mind made it difficult for him to control himself. He finally found a piece of paper and a pen and wrote heavily on it:
go to the south
go to the south
There is no lover or spring in your blood

no moon
Not even enough bread

fewer friends
Only a group of suffering children, swallowing everything

Skinny brother Van Gogh, Van Gogh!
The trembling movement of the train on the rails made Cha Haisheng's handwriting awkward, but the burning emotions in his heart finally found a place to pour out.

"Thin Brother" is the name Cha Haisheng gave to Van Gogh himself, because "The Death of Van Gogh" describes Van Gogh as thin and tall. He wrote all his lamentations for Van Gogh's short and painful life into the poem.

When he stopped writing and examined the words on the paper, he could hardly believe that this was the poem he had just written.

Cha Haisheng had written papers, movie reviews, and learning experiences in school, but he had never written poetry. The genius poet only started writing poetry a year later.

Although he had never written a poem, he had read quite a few. After carefully appreciating them, he was inspired by what he had just read. He found that he actually wrote quite well.

This discovery made Cha Haisheng very happy. He didn't expect that he seemed to have some talent in writing poetry.

He carefully tore off the manuscript paper and folded it. He wanted to put it in his arms, but then he took it out and read it again.

The name hasn’t been written yet, there should be a name.

He thought for a moment, and then wrote a name at the top -

"Al's Sun - For My Thin Brother".

This poem was written after Cha Haisheng finished reading "The Death of Van Gogh". What he thought of was Lin Chaoyang whom he met during the day.

I should send this poem to him.

(End of this chapter)