Hello, 1983

Liu Qingshan sat in the passenger seat, while Ma Laosan was in charge of driving.

In the back row sat two beautiful women with different styles.

The song The Last of the Mohicans was playing on the car stereo.

The tune was desolate and sad, and Ma Laosan frowned when he heard it: Qingshan, can we change to a different tune? I feel now that Erquan Reflecting the Moon is more cheerful than this.

Ma Laosan saw it in the mirror just now, his girlfriend Xiaoli kept frowning, and Xiaoxu next to him had his eyes straightened. It was estimated that he had been immersed in the music for a long time, so sad that he couldn't extricate himself.

As a result, the atmosphere in the car was a bit weird, and it felt very uncomfortable to call Ma Laosan.

Liu Qingshan raised his hand and pointed to the front, Ma Laosan slammed on the brakes, the car stopped, and the two girls behind who were not wearing seat belts suddenly leaned forward.

Xiaoxu's forehead directly hit the back of the seat in front of her, she let out a soft snort, and was dragged back from the sad music.

In fact, there was nothing on the road ahead. Liu Qingshan just wanted to interrupt them. After Ma Laosan grumbled a few words and the vehicle continued to drive, Liu Qingshan said:

You only hear sadness, but I hear unwillingness and struggle, which is a struggle against fate.

It's like a butterfly in a cocoon. If it can't struggle out, its fate will only be tragic.

And if it can break out of the cocoon through its own struggle, its life will become gorgeous.

What I want to say is that you can become more beautiful when you break free from sadness.

If Xiaoli realized something, but Xiaoxu was a little dumbfounded.

Liu Qingshan stopped talking. He knew that it was definitely not something he could change with just a few words. He just planted a seed that broke into a butterfly first.

The car drove all the way to the University of Political Science and Law, and it was almost the end of the afternoon.

The group of four got out of the car, and Liu Qingshan showed his student ID to an uncle in the security department at the gate, saying that he wanted to go in to find someone, but he was not released.

Ma Laosan is in a hurry, and he has to force his way. Even if he goes to those ministries, no one will shut him out.

Do you know where this is, the University of Political Science and Law! Dare to make trouble here? The person from the Security Section angrily scolded Ma Laosan and took out a whistle, pretending to put it in his mouth.

It is estimated that as soon as his assembly whistle blows, thousands of troops will not meet.

Comrade, we are not making trouble, we are really here to find someone.

The two girls stepped forward, the guard comrade's eyes widened in surprise, and the whistle in his hand fell directly to the ground: You, are you Daiyu and Baochai?

Come in, please come in, my wife likes to watch your Dream of Red Mansions the most, and she has to sign me when she says anything.

Comrade security said while letting a few people go to the duty room at the door.

Liu Qingshan looked at Ma Laosan angrily: brushing his face is the most effective.

There was a big iron stove burning in the duty room, but it was quite warm. The uncle guard opened a drawer and took out a few pieces of paper.

The back is yellow non-stick paper, and the front is pasted with a star's photo. This non-adhesive star sticker has been very popular in the past two years.

Most of them are movie stars, especially from Hong Kong and Taiwan.

I saw that Uncle Guard quickly picked out two of them, which were the stills of Sister Lin and Sister Bao in A Dream of Red Mansions.

The picture of Xiaoxu is holding a roll of books in his hand, leaning against the railing; the picture of Xiaoli is holding a fan, both of them are picturesque, as if they are not from this world.

Just sign your name here? Uncle Guard nodded and bowed.

The two girls had no choice but to pick up the pen. Xiaoxu was rather naughty. Instead of signing his own, he grabbed the other and helped Xiaoli sign her name.

Seeing that the uncle posted the star and carefully put it back in the drawer, Liu Qingshan guessed: This will definitely not be asked for his wife.

After being happy for a long time, the security uncle slapped his thigh: I forgot, who are you looking for?

Several people looked at Liu Qingshan, and they only heard that Liu Qingshan came here to find someone, and Ma Laosan was busy, so he followed him.

Oh, we are looking for Teacher Cha Haisheng from the Philosophy Teaching and Research Office. Liu Qingshan blurted out.

The uncle of the security guard shook his head: Where are these hundreds of teachers, I really don't know what you're talking about.

Liu Qingshan thought for a while: By the way, his pen name is Haizi, and he is a poet.

It's him, then I know. The uncle of the security looked suddenly realized, You guys are here at the right time. He just came back from out of town. I heard that he went to the westernmost plateau.

After Uncle Guard told them the specific address, he added:

That person's brain is a little big... Anyway, it's not the same as us, so don't believe him.

These words also caused the two girls to be a little nervous after entering the campus. Listening to the meaning of Uncle Guard, the person's spirit is probably a little problem, right?

I really don't know why Liu Qingshan is looking for this person.

It was also after school at this time, and a few people were walking and asking. Both girls covered most of their faces with scarves, so no one recognized them.

The four went to the office to look for them, but they didn't find anyone, so they went to the staff dormitory, asked for the room number, and looked for it. Liu Qingshan gently knocked on the door twice.

Come in. A man's voice came from inside.

Liu Qingshan pushed in the door, the dormitory looked messy, a short man was sitting in front of a dilapidated desk to eat.

One bowl of soup, two steamed buns, simple.

Several people couldn't help looking at the man. He seemed to be less than 1.7 meters tall, his hair was quite long and a little messy, and he had a shaggy beard, and he couldn't tell the exact age.

This is a very ordinary person, the kind that will not attract attention when thrown into the crowd.

It's just that the eyes he looked at a few people were a little different. Those eyes felt like he was looking at a few people, and he seemed to have drifted into the distance.

Hello, come in and sit. Which university are you from? You are here to discuss poetry. Welcome.

Liu Qingshan stepped into the house: Hello Mr. Cha, we are not here to discuss poetry.

Oh, then there's no need for you to stay. The man was chewing steamed buns, his eyes seemed out of focus, and he didn't know where he was already wandering.

Ma Laosan pulls the corner of Liu Qingshan's clothes: Let's go, this person...

He wanted to say that this person was indeed sick, but after all, it was difficult to say.

On the other hand, Xiaoxu stared blankly at the man.

Liu Qingshan didn't care about the other party's attitude at all, and still said cheerfully: Mr. Cha, I'm from Jiapigou. Have you heard of the Jiapigou Literature Award?

Congratulations, you have become the winner of the second Jiapigou Literature Award.

I've never heard of it. The man shook his head and continued nibbling on the steamed buns.

What is the Jiapigou Literature Award? The two girls also looked at each other, then shook their heads together:

The name of this award has a strong local flavor, and it doesn't look like a class when you hear it.

Last year, the Jiapigou Literary Award also sparked a discussion, but they were doing publicity on Hong Kong Island at the time, so they didn't know it.

The Red Mansion crew was invited to Hong Kong Island for publicity, which shows the extent of the audience at that time.

Liu Qingshan didn't care about that person, and continued to say, The winner of the first session was Writer Lu, who won the award for Ordinary World.

The man's eyes finally stopped being distracted, he glanced at Liu Qingshan, and nodded: I have read this book and won any awards, I will not be surprised.

After he finished speaking, he took another bite of the steamed bun: I'm going to go for a walk in the northwest this year. You guys also have a bonus for this award, don't you know what your bonus is?

Liu Qingshan raised his palm gently: 50,000 yuan.

ah!

The low exclamations of the two girls came from behind. The two of them were paid for filming in the past few years. In addition, they participated in some commercial performances last year. Xiaoxu also made a tape with others.

The two girls were so busy with their work that they managed to save a few thousand dollars. Of course, they were a little shocked when they heard that the Jiapigou Literature Prize was worth as much as 50,000 yuan.

Uh?

The man also choked on the steamed bun in his mouth, stretched his neck, blushing and thick neck.

He picked up the soup bowl and took a sip, and then slowly smoothed the steamed buns down, then carefully looked at Liu Qingshan for a while, shook his head, and smiled helplessly:

My friend, don't make fun of me. If you don't discuss poetry, let's go.

It turns out that people don't believe it at all, which is understandable. Just like in the future, someone will call you and say that you won five million in the lottery. Do you believe it?

Liu Qingshan still had a smile on his face: Mr. Zha, don't you want to have a house of your own, facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming?

After speaking, Liu Qingshan took out several newspapers from the bag he was carrying, all of them from last year, and handed them over to the man.

After a rough glance, the man also stood up excitedly, his cheeks flushed: Is this true?

I'm going back to Jiapigou in a few days. You can follow me to receive the prize. 50,000 yuan is a lot of money, Liu Qingshan said slowly.

When he called to the village yesterday, Grandpa Zhi told him about the Jiapigou Literature Award.

Since it was done last year, it must continue.

It's just that the villagers didn't know who to give the award, so they asked Liu Qingshan to find a suitable candidate, and it was best to take it back directly.

After some consideration, Liu Qingshan chose Haizi.

Because if the original trajectory is followed, in March next year, Haizi will end his life by lying on the track.

Although Liu Qingshan knows that the ideal of a poet is definitely not money, but with this money, perhaps the poet can have more choices.

Perhaps this martyrdom could have been avoided.

After a short period of excitement, Poet Zha sat back again: Why me?

To say how famous he is now, that he is the number one poet of the contemporary era, even he himself does not believe it.

At this moment, Haizi is definitely not the most famous among the many poets. Many of his poems need to experience the precipitation of time before the value will gradually appear.

Although his current life can even be described as embarrassment.

His salary is not much, and he still has to send money to his home frequently. The biggest one was the 500 yuan he sent home last year to ask his family to buy a TV.

His hometown is in the countryside, and his life was hard since he was a child, so even if he eats steamed buns now, he still feels delicious.

He couldn't understand, how could such a big piece of pie fall on his head?

50,000 yuan, if you send half of it to your home, you can completely change the face of poverty in your family.

The remaining half, can fully support their long-dream travel.

Because what he needs most is poetry and the distance. Since childhood, he has been a child who takes dreams as horses.

Liu Qingshan took a few steps forward and came to the person. He looked directly into the other person's eyes and asked, Why can't it be you?

Then Liu Qingshan said again and again: Because you are a real poet, a poet who can create with your own life!

Hai Zi stood up abruptly, and a strong light burst out in his eyes, as if a fire was burning.

That fire was so fiery, as if it could ignite everything in this world.

It was only at this moment that Ma Laosan and the two girls realized how extraordinary the ordinary person in front of them was.

Especially Xiaoxu's heart trembled a few times. She now has a strong urge to read the other party's poetry collection.

The messy dormitory was quiet for a while, and then Haizi recovered. He smiled shyly at Liu Qingshan: Thank you, I don't know your name yet, come and sit down.

There are several stools in the room, and Liu Qingshan greeted them all and sat down: I'm Liu Qingshan, in fact, I should call you brother.

Oh, you also graduated from Beijing University. In fact, we should be about the same age. I am twenty-four this year. Hai Zi seemed more affectionate.

It's almost the same, he is two years older than Liu Qingshan.

Speaking of Haizi, that's really incredible. In 1979, he was admitted to the Law Department of Beijing University at the age of 15, and after graduating in 1983, he was assigned to the University of Political Science and Law. He has been working for several years now.

It's just that his job is not what he loves, and in terms of poetry, his works cannot be widely recognized by people, and his emotions are also frustrated.

Many inconveniences made this sensitive and vulnerable poet more and more pressure and inner torment.

These can also be reflected in his works. Hai Zi's poems have a fiery yet sad emotion, which is agile and elegant yet profoundly sad.

All of this is like a huge black hole, swallowing him mercilessly, and finally taking him to a real distance.

He has gradually become a little desperate, but at this time, the Jiapigou Literature Award hit him on the head without warning.

The poet is still very excited, because the award represents recognition of his work.

This seems to be a ray of light in despair, making his life finally have the meaning of existence.

Then there is the huge bonus, and the poet also needs money.

Liu Qingshan sat here for a while, left contact information for each other, and made an appointment to return to Jiapigou together, then got up and said goodbye.

The poet stood up and rubbed his hands a little embarrassedly: I should invite you to dinner, so, when the bonus is handed out, I will definitely invite you.

Liu Qingshan also smiled and nodded: Senior brother, then it's settled, you can't go back and find a big restaurant and eat you well.

A shy smile appeared on the poet's face again.

When shaking hands to say goodbye, Xiaoxu suddenly asked, Haizi, can you lend me your poems to read?