Chapter 645 His pen name is Haizi

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

   In the back row are two beauties with different styles.

  The song "The Last of the Mohicans" was still playing in the car stereo.

  The tune was desolate and sad, and Ma Laosan frowned: "Qingshan, can we change to a different tune, I feel now that "The Moon Reflected in Two Springs" is more cheerful than this."

  Ma Laosan saw it in the mirror just now, his girlfriend Xiao Li kept frowning, and Xiao Xu next to him had straight eyes, probably already immersed in the music, so sad that he couldn't extricate himself.

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

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

  Xiao Xu's forehead even hit the back of the seat in front of her directly. She let out a soft ah, and was abruptly pulled back from the sad music.

  In fact, there is nothing wrong with the road ahead, Liu Qingshan just wanted to interrupt them, and waited for Ma Laosan to say a few words, and the vehicle continued to drive, Liu Qingshan said:

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

   "Like a butterfly in a cocoon, if it cannot struggle out, its fate will be tragedy."

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

   "What I want to say is that you will become more beautiful when you get rid of sadness."

  Xiao Li seems to have realized something, but Xiao Xu is a little obsessed with hearing it.

  Liu Qingshan stopped talking. He knew that he could not change anything with just a few words. He just planted a seed that broke out of the cocoon and became a butterfly.

  The car drove all the way to the University of Political Science and Law, and it was almost time to finish school in 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 allowed to go.

   Ma Laosan was in a hurry and wanted to force his way in. Even if he went to those ministries and commissions, no one would shut him down.

   "Do you know where this is, University of Political Science and Law! How dare you make trouble here?" The person from the security department scolded Ma Laosan angrily, and at the same time took out a whistle, gesturing to put it in his mouth.

   It is estimated that once he blows the whistle for this assembly, then thousands of troops will come to meet each other.

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

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

   "Please come in, please come in, my wife likes to watch your performance of "Dream of Red Mansions" the most, and she should sign me for everything."

  Comrade Security said while letting several people go to the duty room at the door.

  Liu Qingshan and Ma Laosan looked at each other resentfully: brushing your face is the most effective.

   There was a big iron stove burning in the duty room, and 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 photos of celebrities. This kind of non-stick celebrity stickers has become very popular in the past two years.

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

   Uncle Wei quickly picked out two photos from the inside, which were still photos of Sister Lin and Sister Bao in "Dream of Red Mansions".

  Xiaoxu's picture is leaning against the railing with a book in his hand; Xiaoli's picture is holding a round fan. Both of them have picturesque looks, as if they are not from this world.

   "Just sign here?" Uncle Wei nodded and bowed.

  The two girls had no choice but to pick up the pens. Xiao Xu was more naughty, so instead of signing her own, she grabbed the other one and helped Xiao Li sign it.

  Watching the uncle carefully put the star post back in the drawer, Liu Qingshan reckoned: This is definitely not for his wife.

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

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

   "Oh, we're looking for Teacher Zha Haisheng from the Philosophy Department." Liu Qingshan blurted out.

  Uncle Security shook his head: "There are hundreds of teachers, I really don't know what you said."

  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 security uncle looked suddenly enlightened, "You came at a good time, he just came back from other places, and I heard that he went to the westernmost plateau."

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

   "That person's brain is a little bit... Anyway, he is different from us, so don't believe him."

   These words also caused several people to enter the campus, and the two girls were a little nervous. Hearing what Uncle Defend said, he must have some mental problems, right?

   I really don't know what Liu Qingshan wanted this person for.

   At this time, school was over, and a few people asked while walking, and both girls covered most of their faces with scarves, so no one recognized them.

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

   "Please come in." A man's voice came from inside.

  Liu Qingshan pushed the door open and entered, the dormitory looked messy, a short man was sitting in front of a dilapidated desk eating.

  One bowl of soup, two steamed buns, simple.

   Several people couldn't help but look at the man. He looked less than 1.7 meters tall, his hair was long and a bit messy, and his beard was unshaven, and he couldn't tell his specific age.

   This is a very ordinary person, the kind who won't attract attention when thrown into the crowd.

   It's just that he looked at the eyes of several people, which was a little different. That gaze seemed to be looking at several people, and seemed to have drifted into the distance.

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

  Liu Qingshan stepped into the room: "Mr. Cha, hello, we are not here to discuss poetry."

   "Oh, then there's no need for you to stay." The man chewed on the steamed bun, his eyes seemed to be out of focus, and he didn't know where his mind was wandering.

  Ma Laosan tugged at the corner of Liu Qingshan's clothes: "Let's go, this man..."

  He wanted to say that this person was indeed sick, but it was still difficult to say it out.

   It was Xiao Xu who stared blankly at that person.

  Liu Qingshan didn't care about the other party's attitude at all, he 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 to chew on the steamed buns.

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

  The name of this award has a strong rustic flavor, and it doesn't look high-end when you hear it.

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

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

  Liu Qingshan didn't care about that person, and continued on his own: "The first winner is Writer Lu, who won the award for "Ordinary World"."

  The man's eyes were finally no longer distracted. He glanced at Liu Qingshan and nodded: "I've read this book, and I won't be surprised if I win any awards."

   After finishing speaking, he took another bite of the steamed bun: "I'm planning to go to the Northwest this year. You also have bonuses for this award. I wonder how much your bonuses are?"

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

ah!

   There were low exclamations from the two girls behind them. They had been paid for filming in the past few years, plus they participated in some commercial performances last year, and Xiao Xu even co-produced a tape with others.

  The two girls were so busy that they managed to save a few thousand dollars. When they heard that the Jiapigou Literary Award was worth as much as 50,000 dollars, they were of course a little shocked.

Uh?

  The man was also choked by the steamed bun in his mouth, stretched his neck, blushed so much that his neck was thick.

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

   "My friend, don't make fun of me. If you don't discuss poetry, you'd better go."

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

  Liu Qingshan still had a smile on his face: "Mr. Cha, 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 from last year, and handed them to the man.

  After browsing around, the man also stood up excitedly, his cheeks flushed a little: "Is this true?"

   "I'm going back to Jiapigou in a few days. At that time, you can go with me to receive the prize. The prize of 50,000 yuan is not a lot." Liu Qingshan still said slowly.

  When he called the village yesterday, Grandpa Party Secretary chatted with him about the Jiapigou Literature Award.

  Since it was done last year, it must continue.

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

  After deliberation, Liu Qingshan chose Haizi.

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

  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.

   Maybe this kind of martyrdom can be avoided.

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

   If you want to say how famous he is now, that he is the number one poet of our time, even he himself doesn't believe it.

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

  Although his current life can even be described as embarrassing.

  The salary income is not much, and he often sends money home. The biggest sum was 500 yuan sent home last year to ask his family to buy a TV.

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

  He couldn't understand why such a big pie fell on his head?

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

  The remaining half can fully support the long-awaited long-distance travel.

  Because what he needs most is poetry and distant places. Since he was a child, he has been a child who regards dreams as horses.

  Liu Qingshan took a few steps forward, and when he came to that person, he looked straight into the other person's eyes, and asked back, "Why can't it be you?"

  Then Liu Qingshan paused and said: "Because you are a real poet, a poet who can use your own life to create!"

   Haizi stood up abruptly, his eyes burst out with a strong light, like a ball of fire, burning blazingly.

  The fire was so blazing that it seemed to be able to ignite everything in this world.

  Until now, Ma Laosan and the two girls realized how extraordinary this ordinary person is.

   Especially Xiao Xu's heart trembled a few times. Now she has a strong urge to read the other party's poetry collection.

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

  There are several stools in the room, Liu Qingshan greeted them all to sit down: "I am Liu Qingshan, actually, I should call you brother."

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

   It's really similar, he is only two years older than Liu Qingshan.

  Speaking of Haizi, it’s really amazing. In 1979, he was admitted to the law department of Beijing University at the age of 15. 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 his job, not what he loves. In addition, in terms of poetry, his works cannot be widely recognized by people, and his emotions are also frustrated.

  Many unsatisfactory conditions made this sensitive and fragile poet suffer more and more pressure and inner torment.

   These can also be reflected in his works. Haizi's poems have fiery and desolate emotions, smart and elegant but profoundly desolate.

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

  He was already getting a little desperate, but at this moment, the Jiapigou Literature Award fell on his head without warning.

  The poet is still very excited, because the award represents his work and has been recognized.

   This seemed to be a ray of light in despair, giving his life a meaning of existence.

  Then there is the huge bonus, poets also need money.

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

  The poet stood up and rubbed his hands a little embarrassedly: "I should invite you to dinner. In this way, when the prize money is paid out, I will definitely invite you."

  Liu Qingshan also nodded with a smile: "Senior brother, then it's settled, you are not allowed to go back on your word, and then find a big restaurant and have a good meal for you."

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

   When shaking hands and saying goodbye, Xiao Xu suddenly asked: "Hai Zi, can you lend me your poetry collection?"

  (end of this chapter)