"The dead are a kind of beauty," she said, looking in the mirror. In fact, it is only 7 inches in size. There was no smile on her face when she saw C. Because it's been years. Rumors about me at school have died down. I was preparing my doctoral thesis in B city. C and her husband live not far from my home and walk along the Woods for a quarter of an hour. We often go out after walking every day.
C at that time, I just started to learn computer typing. I made a paper in this field and became a teacher virtually. C's husband g is a little strange. Wherever he goes, he wears a chimney-shaped hat, sometimes made of denim, which reminds people that it is a trouser leg. Walking into the street always causes laughter, especially German girls, who often burst into laughter.
G was a poet when he was in B city, but he didn't attend any gatherings of scholars and didn't like movies. He has few hobbies of city people. As far as I know, his only hobby is to lend a grindstone to sharpen the knife for friends who come to see him sometimes. As soon as he sees those blunt kitchen knives, he will sigh: "you students!" " "He claims to be a carpenter. He has worked in many universities in Beijing, and I know he has taught. He has no formal education, as if he had only attended primary school.
He also told me that he put pigs on the grass beach, which was his favorite thing. As the critics said, he set the pig free as a poet. There is another saying that he became a poet because of C.C. He once lived in two cities. They met on the train. Later, it took C four years to politely refuse his proposal. This inevitably made him sentimental and cynical, and he wrote a lot of chapters with profound feelings and reversed words, thus becoming an important poet of a poetry school.
Later, his experience became even more strange. If he is responsible for his early abnormal experience, history and times (which is also the general view of critics), then his later experience is irrefutable, and he is responsible for himself. What fascinates his friends most in city B is talking about his island. He landed on the island at the beginning of 1988, when Mrs. C was still with five-month-old Beibei. They started a modern primitive life there, drinking rainwater, sawing firewood, burning pottery bowls, picking shellfish and allegedly raising chickens.
The part about raising chickens and chasing chickens was written by someone, and even the photos appeared in American computer network magazines and in my computer. G always looks homesick in B city, not missing his ancient country, which is said to have a thousand years of culture, but missing the island where he lived for five years. "I really want to go back as soon as I lift my legs." He told me this several times. However, when his real return came, he did not use the return ticket, but moved to a house in B city.
When I went to his house, he looked on guard and stood among a lot of his scribbled calligraphy and painting. I asked him: What can I do for you? He gave me a surprised look and mumbled vaguely, "In the future, you can help C." He gave my wife a Shi Hu and a painting he wanted to sell. G and C still live in B city, but they are like sinking in a well, and there is no sound.
Later, someone said: they have returned to Beijing; Others said: I went to America; There is also a vague and absurd rumor that G has two wives on the island, one is C I saw in those days, and the other is C I met in Beijing. I wrote letters for several years, and then I went to the island. They live together. It seems that both G and C talked about a girl with flag blood, and both called her Yinger, with a familiar and appreciative expression on her face. This is unlikely. I said to the classmate who said rumors in Beijing.
As far as I know. They haven't been apart for more than a month. Mrs. G and Mrs. C are so cheerful, dignified and elegant. They are not modernists. It is hard to imagine such a thing. If Mrs. G is not at home, G will go into his room and stay there. G relies heavily on his wife C. Don't say that his wife is in charge of money, keys and documents. Even when he writes letters and goes out to look for socks and coats, he asks his wife for advice.
Brief introduction of the novel Yinger;
Ying Er is Gu Cheng's novel and his only autobiographical novel. This novel creates a fairy tale world far away from the world with jumping short sentences, blurred colors and mumbling monologues. In the novel, Gu Cheng describes a man's desire for women and his pursuit of a simple and isolated world in poetic language. This work fully shows Gu Cheng's literary achievements as a representative of the obscure poetry school in the new period, and his unique style in poetry and novel creation.
The original text of this novel fully embodies Gu Cheng's poetic talent and his unique grasp of color, image and atmosphere. Through these poetic words, Gu Cheng has successfully created a dreamy world, so that readers can immerse themselves in his words and feel the purity and beauty he pursues.