A healing writer? No, it's a depressing writer!

Chapter 114 Xu Sanguan and Camel Xiangzi
If we were to use one sentence to briefly describe the content of the book "Xu Sanguan Selling Blood", it would probably be -

[Under the turbulent waves of the great era, a small man named Xu Sanguan struggled and fought with all his might, but still could not lead a good life in this busy and miserable life.]

To be honest, when reading books like "Xu Sanguan Selling Blood", which describe tragic documentary literature.

Workers like Yang Shuman should be the ones who feel the most.

Even though the times are different, she is still the same as Xu Sanguan was decades ago.

Aren’t we also small people standing under the tide of the times?

While proofreading the manuscript, Yang Shuman shed tears silently:

“It’s really pitiful.”

It’s not that Xu Sanguan didn’t work hard. On the contrary, he worked harder than most young people of that era.

He is hardworking, optimistic, positive and enthusiastic about life.

He wants to make a name for himself with his own hands, and he also wants to have his own place in this huge town and city.

It is also with expectations for future life.

Xu Sanguan works as a young worker in a silk factory in the city. He gets up earlier than chickens and sleeps later than dogs every day. He wants to work harder so that his wife, family and son can live a happy life without worries about food and clothing.
However, during this process of hard work, Xu Sanguan slowly discovered that

No matter how hard he tried, how he struggled, how he fought, he seemed unable to fulfill his promise to his wife and children. Don't even think about happiness.
He doesn't even have the ability to provide food and clothing for his family?

It was at this time that Xu Sanguan began to doubt the values ​​he had believed in:
“Does hard work really work?”

"If hard work really works, then why can't I solve my family's predicament even though I've tried so hard?"

Although he couldn't figure it out and didn't understand it at all, Xu Sanguan was not defeated by this difficult life.

Faced with all kinds of hardships in life, Xu Sanguan did not let fate take its course, nor did he sit and wait for death. Instead, he used his own way - selling blood to cope with the arrival of various unforeseen disasters.

No rice at home?

Xu Sanguan would go to the informal clinic in the town and use his healthy blood to buy his wife her favorite meat bones stewed with soybeans.

The eldest son Yi Le got into trouble and injured the blacksmith Fang's son, but the family is unable to pay compensation?

Xu Sanguan will continue to go to the town and use selling blood to solve the current difficulties.
When the eldest son Yile fell seriously ill unexpectedly, he learned that the town clinic had no medical conditions to treat his son's illness. Such a serious illness could only be cured in a big city.
Xu Sanguan did not hesitate at all. He risked his life and planned a travel route with his wife Xu Yulan. They landed at six different places along the way.

Selling blood all the way to Shanghai!
This bumpy journey almost cost Xu Sanguan his life!

Because he sold blood too many times, Xu Sanguan's originally healthy and strong body began to gradually become old. He felt dizzy and had no energy at all when walking on the road. His face no longer had the rosy color of the past, but was unprecedentedly pale. His pale appearance was shocking!
When Xu Sanguan, with his hunched back and his son, arrived at a big city hospital by begging and selling blood, he learned from the doctor's examination that -

He tried his best for this, even nearly giving up his life for this.
Not his own son?
The son whom I have raised for so many years turns out to have no blood relationship with me?
At this point, when Xu Sanguan learned the news, his worldview completely collapsed.
When she read this plot in the proofreading, a tear silently flowed down Yang Shuman's cheek.

She sobbed slightly, and her voice began to become choked:
"Why, why did you write Xu Sanguan in such a miserable way?"

"Ohh Ohh ohh."

He used tissues one after another to wipe his cheeks.

At this moment, Yang Shuman was unable to control her emotions.

Everyone says that Jiang Hai’s online writing is terrible.

But who would have thought that Jiang Hai would write traditional literature?

There is actually such a knife?

He portrayed the image of a small person who, in the tide of the times, could not live a good life no matter how hard he tried, vividly and thoroughly.
At the beginning, Xu Sanguan had a young man's enthusiasm for life!
However, by the middle of that year, the childishness in Xu Sanguan's eyes gradually faded, and he began to become numb to life. He also became the kind of indifferent middle-aged man that he once looked down upon as a child.
I don’t know why, but through the character Xu Sanguan, Yang Shuman can vaguely see the shadow of Camel Xiangzi in him?

Wasn’t Xiangzi a young man full of vigor and vitality in the past?
He is positive, optimistic, kind to others, and willing to work hard, embodying almost all the hard-working qualities of the grassroots people.

However, what happened to such a passionate young man after being ravaged by the times?
He is involved in everything, including eating, drinking, whoring, gambling and smoking.

The young man who was once full of hope for life has become extremely numb, and there is no longer any expectation for life in his eyes!

He no longer thought about working hard and began to live a life of mediocrity. He smoked opium, visited prostitutes, gambled and drank when he had money, and lived in his own village in the city when he had no money. In the end, Xiangzi was completely drowned by the cannibalistic society.
"Until his death, Xiangzi believed that he had not worked hard enough."

Isn't this point surprisingly consistent with the description of Xu Sanguan in Jiang Hai's book?

It’s hard to imagine that an online writer——

It is amazing that he has such profound thoughts and such skillful writing.

Through the book "Xu Sanguan Selling Blood" written by Jiang Hai, Yang Shuman actually found out that Jiang Hai

Can you vaguely sense the aura of the great writer Lao She?
However, it must be admitted that Jiang Hai's book is indeed surprisingly well written.

But I don't know why.
Yang Shuman had a vague urge to beat Jiang Hai to death? You said you were going to write a book, so why did you write Xu Sanguan so miserably?
You said you would just write articles, so why can't you give others a good ending?

After raising and nurturing someone for so many years, trying so hard to protect him, in the end—

He is not his biological son?
If this kind of plot appeared in a serious online article——

This will really make readers jump up and greet their families!
This is traditional literature.

Only you, Jiang Hai, dare to write like this!
If someone else came here, just this episode alone would probably discourage many people.
I don’t know why, but after watching this scene, Yang Shuman felt that her heart could not calm down for a long time.

At twelve o'clock in the morning, she sat alone in her office, crying like a tearful person:
“It’s really hard.”

Just as Yang Shuman leaned back in her chair, she took out her cell phone and wanted to check her Moments to see something else to calm herself down.

Coincidentally, at this moment, she saw Jiang Hai’s latest update on his Moments:
[I've lived another day. I'm awesome! ]

Below this text, there was also a photo of Jiang Hai going out to eat hotpot. In the photo, Jiang Hai was sitting in the middle with a happy look on his face, smiling happily.

"I'm crying my heart out here, and you're having a blast over there?"

When Yang Shuman saw this picture, a complex emotion suddenly surged in her heart.

Even so, I know that this is not appropriate.

But Yang Shuman still left a comment under Jiang Hai's circle of friends without hesitation:
"Jiang Hai, I draw a circle to curse you"

The best way to forget a relationship is to start a new one.

Although I don't know who said this, it does make sense.

Ever since Jianghai helped Yang Wei reject Mu Tingting's birthday party, these past two days——

He has no appetite for tea or food.

"I talked to Tingting like that yesterday. Would she be angry?"

"It's not my fault, it's all your fault. According to me, I should have gone there on Mu Tingting's birthday that day."

"Brother Hai, what should I do? I really want to send a message to Tingting now. I feel like I can't control myself anymore."

In fact, Fatty really doesn't have any bad intentions. He just doesn't have much contact with girls, so once a relatively normal girl appears around him, she will show kindness to him.

Then he would fall into it without reservation.

However, the infatuated fat man still overlooked one fact:
"A Husky can never become a wolf, and a dog that licks the boots can never get into bed."

On your side, you treat them as pure and true love that will last until death.

But on that side, they just treat you as a grudge to get gold coins.

Are you willing to be cheated of your money?
Can a relationship maintained by money transfers last long?

"Solve the quantity problem first, then the quality problem." Jiang Hai glanced at the absent-minded Yang Wei, "Your problem now is that you have come into contact with too few girls, especially high-quality girls. That's why you were so obsessed with Mu Tingting after meeting her."

Everyone knows the truth.

But with my appearance, how can I meet any high-quality girls?
"Although I think what you said is right, I still miss Mu Tingting so much"

Seeing that the fat man was about to go crazy again, Jiang Hai was speechless and signaled him to stop immediately:

"You now have two paths to choose from."

"First, I'll invite you to go to a foot massage parlor and find a massage therapist to give you a massage. I'll pay for it and comfort your fragile heart."

A wise man does not fall in love, an adult washes his feet and gets a massage.

There is no emotional wound that cannot be healed by a foot washing.

If so, wash it twice.

But facing Jiang Hai's proposal, Yang Wei seemed a little hesitant:
"We are still students. It's not a good idea to go to a place like a foot massage parlor, right?"

Seeing Yang Wei's hesitation, Jiang Hai raised his eyebrows:
"So you want to choose the second one?"

Without further ado, Jiang Hai casually put on some clothes, then pushed the door and started walking out of the dormitory:

"Pack up, I'll introduce you to some friends."

(End of this chapter)