Back to 80: My Literary Life

Nishikawa and the others sent Haizi to the hospital for examination. According to Haizi's current condition, he must have been sent to a mental hospital. In fact, this is the only way for Haizi to survive.

But what will happen if Haizi enters a mental hospital?

Even if he is cured in the future, will he still be the talented Haizi he was before?

Fang Minghua thought of another famous poet - Shizhi.

His real name is Guo Lusheng, and he is hailed as the "Originator of Misty Poetry" by the contemporary poetry circle. His representative work is "Love Life".

It’s not Wang Guozhen’s song.

Maybe after a fierce struggle in life,

I died calmer than the lake.

Then please go to the cemetery to look for my inscription,

It is still engraved with: Love life.

This man who loved life was sent to the Yanjing No. 3 Welfare Institute in the early 1990s due to mental problems - it mainly treated "three noes" mental patients and mental patients who were unable to be taken care of by urban residents in the city at home.

I stayed there for twenty years! When I came out, my hair was already gray.

Will Haizi also take this path?

But no matter what, living is the best ending, especially for his parents.

To be a martyr for poetry is only the expectation and carnival of later generations of young people.

The taxi stopped at the entrance of the alley. Fang Minghua paid and walked inside.

Although Yanjing is a bit chaotic now, it is still quiet and peaceful here.

Arriving at the gate of the courtyard, Fang Minghua opened the door with the key and walked in.

The yard was still full of flowers, but the door of Wang Zi's room was locked. It seemed that he had gone to work.

After looking at the other rooms and finding no problems, Fang Minghua was too lazy to pay attention to the barking puppy. He took out a piece of paper from his travel bag, wrote a note and pressed it on the window sill.

First of all, I have read her novel published in "Youth Literature" and it is very well written. I will keep up the good work. In addition, he told the girl that there has been a lot of chaos in Yanjing recently, don't run around, stay in the courtyard if you have nothing to do, pay attention to safety, and then leave quietly.

It was already the second night when we returned to Xijing.

It was raining and the temperature dropped sharply. Fang Minghua felt a headache.

Dragging his somewhat tired body, Fang Minghua returned to his home in Xingfu Community.

Song Tangtang was in the living room. When he saw Fang Minghua coming back, he quickly took the travel bag from his hand and asked with concern: "What happened? Are you in such a hurry to go to Yanjing?"

"Pour me a cup of tea first." Fang Minghua sat down on the sofa

Song Tangtang quickly made him a cup of steaming Longjing and put it on the coffee table. Seeing him like this, he rubbed his temples again.

Fang Minghua took a sip of tea and enjoyed his wife's massage, feeling much more comfortable immediately.

He told Song Tangtang exactly what happened, but he didn't say that he went there on his own initiative. Instead, he received a call from Xi Chuan.

Although Song Tangtang had some doubts about why Xi Chuan would call her husband, who was thousands of miles away, to save someone, she knew that her husband had a good relationship with Xi Chuan and that he also admired and valued Haizi very much, so her doubts disappeared in a flash.

Moreover, my husband is a warm-hearted person.

She is even more surprised now about why Haizi committed suicide.

Someone who could write a poem like "Spring Blossoms Facing the Sea" committed suicide?

"In this world, talented people are manic and sensitive underneath their appearance." Fang Minghua leaned on the back of the sofa and murmured with his eyes slightly closed:

"Are there many talented people who committed suicide in ancient and modern times, at home and abroad? Qu Yuan, Wang Guowei, Yesenin, Tsvetaeva, Mayakovsky, Benjamin, Zweig, Hemingway, Sanmao."

"Ah, then you won't commit suicide, right?" Song Tangtang said suddenly.

Fang Minghua opened his eyes and looked at her: "Do you think I am that kind of person? Life is so beautiful, with a lovely wife and two lovely children at home. I haven't enjoyed enough yet, how could I commit suicide?!"

"Well, there is a confidante out there!"

I#￥%……

Two days later, Fang Minghua was at work and received a call from Xi Chuan from Yanjing.

"I took Haizi to see a doctor. The doctor gave a diagnosis: schizophrenia. It was recommended that he be hospitalized. His parents are rushing to Yanjing. When they arrive, they will discuss sending Haizi to the hospital. Several of our classmates are raising money to be hospitalized. After all, it costs a lot of money.”

"I'll sponsor 5,000 and I'll mail it to you." Fang Minghua said without thinking.

"Thank you." Xichuan did not refuse, Haizi needed the money.

The two chatted for a few more words before hanging up the phone.

Another day passed, Fang Minghua received another call from Yanjing, from Luo Yihe's wife Zhang Wan. The first sentence was: "Thank you, Editor Fang, you saved Yihe."

"You're too polite. I just saw that Yihe didn't look very well at that time, so I made a random guess." Fang Minghua explained poorly.

The other party did not ask why.

After hanging up the phone, Fang Minghua made a cup of tea and thought about the phone call just now and what happened in history.

Haizi and Luo Yihe were both outstanding poets of their time, and they both died almost at the same time.

In later generations, especially after the millennium, people commemorate Haizi almost every year.

In front of Haizi's tomb in Chawan, Gaohe, Anhui Province, Haizi's hometown, flowers are placed all year round. It has also been listed as a key cultural relic protection unit at the county level by the local county government.

In Qinhuangdao, there is a "Haizi Stone"

Next door in the northwest, the small town called Delingha also built a memorial hall and a forest of steles.

This seems extremely strange in an era when poetry was deposed.

But people only remember Haizi, and forget the person who was overshadowed by the halo - the poet Luo Yihe.

In history, Haizi did not publish many poems during his lifetime, and they were mainly concentrated in "October" edited by Luo Yihe.

Another of the Three Musketeers, Xichuan, said, "Haizi was not a very famous person during his lifetime."

In this era of brilliant poetry, Haizi's brilliance was not strong. He was not as good as Beidao and Gu Cheng, and even not as good as Xichuan and Luo Yihe.

Even at that time, a group of Sichuan poets like Shang Zhongmin and Hu Dong thought that Haizi's poems were very watery, and some poets in BJ thought that it was not appropriate for Haizi to write long poems.

Haizi's poems had been ruthlessly ridiculed by some poets. Those doubts had deeply hit Haizi, who had a high opinion of himself.

But Luo Yihe always encouraged Haizi. Once, Haizi was sitting on the bed and sulking, and Luo Yihe was reciting Haizi's poems next to him, and then said to the latter: "Your poems are so good!"

Haizi's suicide was a great blow to Luo Yihe. He ate very little in the last month or so, and stayed up late every night to sort out Haizi's manuscripts until he died of a cerebral hemorrhage caused by overwork.

Later, Luo Yihe's classmate Liu Jiawang mentioned in a WeChat message: "Luo Yihe's name should definitely be included in the history of contemporary literature... I would dare to curse them like this if they were alive. Didn't Haizi, the little bastard, die half a year earlier? He pushed all the hard work to Yihe, not like a brother."

These were what he saw on the Internet before he came to this era, and now history has changed.

Both of them are alive.

Being alive is a great thing.

Fang Minghua looked at the spring scenery outside the window and thought silently.

He no longer worried about Yanjing's affairs. He now had to consider one of his own things.

It was almost April, and when he competed for the position of editor-in-chief, he signed a three-year contract with the Provincial Writers Association, which was about to expire.