1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 335 Broken Chapter Dog

The rest of the novel is still filled with a strong sense of magical realism.

The woman and the Hun soldiers came to a valley and settled down.

Their child was born.

The nail of the baby's left little toe is smooth and red, and the bone has not yet hardened, but it is very obvious that it is a complete nail.

In other words, this is a Hun baby.

This was also the baby that the patriarch wanted to kill.

The father had not forgotten that he was once a warrior, and he wanted to fulfill his promise. He kissed the child gently, then took the machete down from the wall.

But his wife stopped him.

"If there is retribution, let it come! The child is mine, and no one can touch him. It was the child who saved us. If it weren't for him, we would have been executed under the old locust tree long ago."

Risking retribution and deep guilt, the romantic pair kept the child.

Time passed quickly, and after a few years, they had many children and returned to Wuerbao.

After the war, there is no one living here anymore.

So they moved back there, and the place was still called Wuerbao.

They began to rebuild their family tree, and at this time the woman remembered that her last name was Yang.

The two old people died soon after.

In compliance with their wishes, their bodies were carried up the mountain and buried at the spot where the cattle had trampled the field.

Therefore, generation after generation of people in northern Shaanxi called death "going up the mountain."

Hiss.

Lu Yao felt a strange feeling in his heart.

He had previously heard Jiang Xian talk about the explosion of Latin American magical realism literature.

In Latin America, there are a lot of legends:

It's like a boiling river, an egg can be cooked in five minutes;
There is a place where it rains cats and dogs when people speak;

In Comodoro Rivadavia, at the southern tip of Argentina, extreme winds blew an entire circus into the sky, and the next day fishermen caught dead lions and giraffes in their nets.

Many scholars and Latin American writers believe that magical realism literature flourishes in Latin America because it adapts to and is rooted in the real world in which these people live.

Because of its bizarre legends, Latin America has become a lonely land indulged in hallucinations and illusions.

Those primitive Indian myths and folk tales were enriched and developed through creative techniques, thus forming a unique "magical technique".

Combine shocking reality with blurry illusions.

The author uses extremely exaggerated and interweaving real and imaginary artistic strokes to collect people and events and weave the plot.

Jiang Xian's novel does the same thing.

He skillfully combines reality and fantasy in the land of northern Shaanxi.

Magic realism is applied to the extreme in northern Shaanxi.

Lu Yao has read a lot of magical realism literature in China that is disguised as "root-seeking".

But in this regard, it can be said that the only one who did the best and most thoroughly was Jiang Xian.

Lu Yao continued to look back.

The novel continues in this style in the latter part, describing how the Xiongnu bloodline with the surname Yang continued on the land of Wuerbao.

A vibrant race of people grew up here.

Their men were tall and slender, with long faces, fair skin, broad foreheads, and a pair of deep eyes under thick eyebrows.

The bridge of the nose is always high and straight, which makes the eyes look deeper.

His long cheeks are smooth and handsome when he is young, and after growing a beard, he looks majestic and proud.

These people were dressed in rags.

In winter, it is a half-worn sheepskin coat with lice and cockleburs hidden in the wool of the coat, which leaves a faint smell of mutton in the air as you walk.

In summer, he would wear a half-shirt made of coarse cloth with the chest open.

They always have a dirty white sheepskin scarf covering their heads.

On their feet were a pair of patchwork shoes.

The character of this kind of people, just like their faces with distinct eyebrows and eyes, tends to be more rebellious.

They are always restless and yearn for extraordinary encounters and an extraordinary life.

They show a kind of indifference towards the land, and they cling to it only because they need it to provide grains to sustain life. They do things unconventionally, or as the common people say when scolding animals, they "don't tread in the furrows."

In the early stages of their lives, they are always ambitious and arrogant.

But in the end, they are always unable to break free from the shackles of life and fall heavily to the ground, becoming penniless paupers.

Time passed, and in the 20th century, a man named Yang Ganda from Wuerbao was preparing to send his nine-year-old son Yang Zuoxin to the new school run by Qianzhuang.

At this point in the story, the name Yang Zuoxin begins to be mentioned frequently. He is obviously an important protagonist, or it can be said that this bloodline of the Yang family is an important character in the novel.

Yang Zuoxin's actions were full of the style of the Huns. When another character, Hei Datou, was abducted by bandits and was about to be killed, the young Yang Zuoxin boldly advised the bandits that instead of killing Hei Datou, it would be better to take him back to retrieve the hidden money.

In this way, he saved Blackhead's life.

Heidatou was also a remarkable character. He took advantage of the opportunity created for him by Yang Zuoxin to kill the bandit leader, subdue other bandits, and form a team.

Then a person appeared who made Lu Yao applaud.

By chance, Hei Datou rescued another general, who was the famous patriotic general, the Little King of the Northwest.

The Little King of the Northwest guarded Xi'an, and with the great help of Hei Datou, he was finally incorporated into the Little King of the Northwest's team and joined the Guo Army.

On the other hand, Yang Zuoxin was an intellectual. He was knowledgeable, and because he was a Hun, he was very courageous.

As the situation changed dramatically, he took a path opposite to that of Hei Datou and joined our party.

Because of his connection with Hei Datou, he was sent by his superiors to incite Hei Datou to rebel.

Heidaotou never forgets the past and treats Yang Zuoxin like a brother.

Unexpectedly, an accident happened and Hei Datou fell into a trap and was caught. Yang Zuoxin organized people to rescue him, but they failed to capture the city and were defeated by the enemy's reinforcements. Hei Datou's head was also hung on the wall of Danzhou by the enemy.

Yang Zuoxin failed to save his good brother Heidaotou, so he had to take care of Heidaotou's widow, Baihei. Unexpectedly, Baihei had already taken a fancy to Yang Zuoxin and started to pester him. Yang Zuoxin was still a young man, how could he resist? So the two of them had a night of pleasure.

Of course, Yang Zuoxin did not sink into the arms of a gentle woman and continued to engage in revolution.

At this time, a new character appeared, and Lu Yao shuddered at the sight of him.

he!
He came to the Loess Plateau.

The Red Army sent Yang Zuoxin to contact him and introduce him to the customs and culture of northern Shaanxi.

The land of northern Shaanxi is red land.

After that, Yang Zuoxin actively participated in all major activities on this plateau.

Unexpectedly, a misunderstanding occurred in the end. Yang Zuoxin went to listen to a conversation and was arrested after returning. The border security guards thought he had defected.

Yang Zuoxin believed that this was a misunderstanding and that he could explain it clearly if he was summoned.

But he stayed in there for a year and no one summoned him.

At this time, another thing happened.

Hei Bai sent his son to study at a normal school in the nearby district.

When she heard that Yang Zuoxin was imprisoned, and since Bai Hei was also of Hun descent, she immediately notified her former bandit brothers to come and break into the prison.

This was not what Yang Zuoxin wanted to see. As a loyal and faithful soldier, after learning about this, Yang Zuoxin drank up all the liquor his wife had sent him and tragically chose to commit suicide by hitting his head against the wall.

years later.

Yang Zuoxin's son Yang Anxiang went to steal tomatoes and ran into a leader.

"Come here, boy!" said the leader.

Yang Anxiang said: "I know you. I have your picture hanging on the wall of my house."

The leader picked him up and said, "I am xxx. Who are you? Whose child is this? Why are you so naughty?"

"My name is Yang Anxiang."

"Yes, yes, Yang'an Township, a nice name!"

The leader remembered something and said, "I know your father. We were friends. He was an outstanding intellectual from northern Shaanxi, a talented person from northern Shaanxi. It's a pity that he died. He was too fragile."

The chief wanted to say something, but swallowed it back when it came to his lips.

He decided to send Yang Anxiang to school and send the martyr's orphan to a nursery.

"And now, dear child."

The leader put Yang Anxiang down, patted him on the back of his head, and said:
"Go pick a tomato for me from that place. Of course, it would be best if you pick two, and one for this big-nosed uncle."

"oops."

This novel is written smoothly, with a full integration of reality and imagination. Lu Yao couldn't stop reading it. He saw that Yang Anxiang actually met the leader and was sent to the nursery by the leader himself.

The nursery is full of descendants of some great people. He couldn't wait to see the sequel and the story of Yang'an Township. Yang'an Township is also in a new era in northern Shaanxi.
"The first volume is finished."

"His."

Lu Yao suddenly felt his blood rushing up.

"Is this gone?"

He rubbed his hands on his thighs, restless like a wild animal.

Isn't this torture?

After talking about Yang Zuoxin, we arrived at Yang'an Township. How could it just end like this?
And the unjust case of Yang Zuoxin, this matter has not yet come to an end, and it is just being brushed aside like this? Will there be any chance of improvement in the future?
"Comrade Lu Yao, are you still reading the manuscript?" Editor Zhou Shuqi put away the manuscript and saw Lu Yao still sitting in his seat reading it. Thinking back to the day, it seemed like he had not left his seat at all.

"You have collected some good manuscripts, right? You are so engrossed in reading them."

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After a moment of trance, Lu Yao came back to his senses and sighed, "Good manuscript, absolutely good manuscript!"

Zhou Shuqi felt puzzled. If it was a good manuscript, why was he sighing?
"What's it about?"

Lu Yao lost his mind again.

Morton, Attila, Hun soldier, Yang Ganda, Blackhead, Yang Zuoxin, Black and White
There are too many historical events.

Everything that this land of northern Shaanxi carries is covered by this novel.

How did the two romantic criminals leave their children? How did this Xiongnu bloodline grow on the plateau of northern Shaanxi? The ups and downs of the lives of Heidatou and Yang Zuoxin.
Heidaotou and Yang Zuoxin are undoubtedly the most important characters in the novel.

It is vigorous and legendary, yet has the spirit and atmosphere of martial arts.

Especially the scholar Yang Zuoxin, who is not just a Confucian scholar. Although he wears glasses and a long gown, he still has the heroic spirit of the Huns at the critical moment.

He replaced the black-headed man's head alone during the breakout, and then killed himself by hitting his head against a wall for his integrity and beliefs, which made Lu Yao's eyes warm.

All in all, this novel is magnificent!
One event after another, generation after generation, it displays an epic vastness and magnificence, with a sense of vastness, as if the protagonists and stories in this book have no time and are so far away.

"The last Hun?" Lu Yao was still thinking about what to say when Zhou Shuqi turned his head to look at him.

"Take it back and read it."

Lu Yao said, "This novel will definitely live up to your expectations."

"Is it that good?"

Zhou Shuqi took the manuscript away.

The next day, he eagerly found Lu Yao with the manuscript in his hands, as eager as a hyena seeking a mate.

"What about the next volume?"

"What is the second volume?"

"The second volume of the Last Hun."

Zhou Shuqi looked painful.

This is a fucking out-of-context dog!
He saw the city from Morton to Yang'an Township, and it was exciting and shocking, but now it's gone?

It feels like you finally reach the top of the mountain, but suddenly stop and fall off the mountain. It's so disappointing and melancholy.

So uncomfortable!

"I don't have the second volume here either." Lu Yao said helplessly, "The author only wrote the first volume."

"Will he write the next volume?"

"I don't know. I'm just about to write to him and ask him."

"Hurry him up, you must hurry him up!"

Zhou Shuqi said, "What's the author's name? Is he a newcomer? He should be a local from Shaanxi."

In Zhou Shuqi's view, the novel incorporates a lot of Shaanxi's local customs and folkways, and gives these local cultures a magical color through imagination.

To be able to do this, the locals must be very familiar with the land of northern Shaanxi.

"He is not a newcomer, nor is he from Shaanxi."

Lu Yao told Zhou Shuqi with a strange look on his face, "He is from Beijing."

"From the capital?"

Zhou Shuqi was shocked. "Did he come to our place to cut in line?"

"No."

Lu Yao shook his head and continued with a strange expression: "He just came to live in Shaanxi for a while, and then he wrote this novel when he returned. It took him less than half a year in total."

"How can this be?"

Zhou Shuqi was shocked.

He did not count the exact number of words in the novel "The Last Hun", but based on his years of editing experience, he estimated that the manuscript was about 20 words thick.

According to Lu Yao, this writer went through the process from coming up with the idea for writing to completing the manuscript in less than half a year.

Moreover, he is a native of Beijing and has only experienced life in northern Shaanxi in the past six months.

“Who is this author?”

"Jiang Xian."

After these two words came out of Lu Yao's mouth, Zhou Shuqi's mouth, which was already big enough to stuff a tomato in, closed again.

If it was Jiang Xian, then everything would make sense.

Well, he does have this ability, and it seems that there is no other writer in the current literary world who has this ability except him.

As the two were talking, an editor suddenly came into the office, looking excited and shouting loudly.

"Comrades, big news!"

"It's a big deal!"

(End of this chapter)