Literary Master 1983

Chapter 101 Divine Skills Secrets
"You're here to see the martial arts too?" Yu Qie was stunned.

Luo Yihe was quite embarrassed. He shook his head and then nodded: "It's because..." His eyes fell on Cha Haisheng.

What he meant was that he didn't believe it at all, but he had to follow Cha Haisheng.

Cha Haisheng is a madman, and his poetry creation is somewhat in line with "my power of thinking", that is, the crazier he is, the more spiritual his poems are, and the more normal he is, the less imagination his poems have.

Every leap forward that Cha Haisheng makes in his poetry creation is a process in which he becomes more subversive.

Luo Yihe discovered this. So he not only cared about Cha Haisheng's creation, but also had to care about Cha Haisheng's life and daily life, lent him money, and gradually became Cha Haisheng's life assistant.

He hopes that Cha Haisheng will torture himself, but not completely destroy himself, and that he should exhaust the resources sustainably.

Yu Qie then asked Cha Haisheng: "What kind of martial arts do you want to learn?"

Cha Haisheng said, "Break big rocks, thread a needle, and have Arhat Kung Fu. Yu Qie, you also have martial arts skills."

"I don't know how to do that. Where did you hear that?"

"Then how come you are taller and stronger than the average person? You also shot and killed a Vietnamese man. I saw it in the newspaper. People from the School of Political Science and Law said that you went to the army to learn hard qigong and you beat someone to death. I saw in the photo that the man's chest was rotten..."

He was knocked down by a burst of bullets from a submachine gun!

However, Luo Yihe also said: "Yu Qie, no one in the May Fourth Literary Society opposes you now. We will never dare to pirate your novels again."

"why?"

Luo Yihe recalled: "The first time you found out we commented on your article, you came to fight; the second time you brought a group of people to fight; the third time had nothing to do with us, it was only about the Vietnamese, you beat someone to death... We don't know what you are going to do the fourth time?"

Yu Qie was dumbfounded: "Am I a very bad person? It's unfair, this is totally unfair! I'm a writer, I can only write."

Neither of them believed this.

The Temple of Heaven Park is a very large place and is the second largest park in the country.

The area they were in was located at Qixingshi, a place with some lawns and basically flat.

During the Ming Dynasty, seven huge stones were placed here, imitating the seven peaks of Mount Tai. There were patterns on the stones, showing the shapes of the peaks. Later, when the Qing Dynasty entered the pass, another huge stone was placed next to the Seven Star Stone, representing the unification of the country and the rule of the Central Plains.

Of course, these considerations are useless now. Everyone is busy changing and buying houses, practicing martial arts, and dating.

In the 1980s, there was a trend of keeping fit, which was generally good, but there were also some weird things, such as some quacks performing their tricks in this place.

For example, the common hard qigong, breaking rocks with the chest, lying on a densely packed needle board, entering a frying pan with bare hands, etc...

A harmless trick to earn hard-earned money. The onlookers don't know the tricks, but they know it's fake and just watch for fun.

Without their free show, Yu Che wouldn't be able to stand here for hours.

Since the two friends were here, Yu Qie took his stickers and prepared to have a small gathering with them. But Luo Yihe asked: "Yu Qie, do you want to buy a house?"

"You saw it? Why, do you have any tricks?"

Luo Yihe said: "Some writers from other places found accommodation through our introduction. I will help you find it when I go back... It's best for you to ask Zhang Shouren about this matter. Teacher Zhang has a wide network of contacts and friends everywhere."

"In this way, he has become my personal assistant, right? Zhang Shouren is older than my father..."

Luo Yihe shook his head: "As editors, as long as you can write good works, nothing else matters. Teacher Zhang is an energetic person. He has become friends with every author under him."

The three of them walked along the road and headed for the nearest east gate of the Temple of Heaven. Cha Haisheng was fascinated by these tricks and watched them intently, almost falling down several times. The more outrageous the tricks, the more obsessed he was.

The most crazy thing is that some people put pot lids on their heads and claimed that they could receive energy from aliens. In one place, many people put pot lids on their heads and "felt" it, and there were a lot of people watching. These things are naturally the same as the "quantum wave speed reading" in later generations, which makes people very nervous.

But Cha Haisheng was interested. He stared at it blankly and muttered to himself: "The Earth is no longer alone, and humans are no longer alone... NASA said that it has never found any trace of other life in outer space, not even water..."

"—but I don't believe it. I don't believe we are so alone. Human is me, and I am human."

Luo Yihe was very distressed. He whispered to Yu Qie, "Cha Haisheng is a poet. We cannot break a poet's fantasy, but we cannot let him indulge himself like this either. We all know that he is lying."

Yu Qie asked, "Have you ever tried to get him to do something normal, like do some fitness or jogging?"

"I suggested it, but he said that he had been weak and sickly since he was a child, and that the exercises that normal people practiced would not work on him. Only martial arts would work."

My goodness, Comrade Cha Haisheng's train of thought is very strange. Does a person have to be crazy to write a poem?
Yu Qie asked Cha Haisheng what he thought: "Why did you write poetry in the first place?"

Cha Haisheng turned around and said, "I like philosophy, and I like to express myself through poetry."

"Haisheng, don't talk about things that are too far away. Is there a more direct reason?"

"——When I feel lonely and frustrated," Cha Haisheng looked at Yu Qie, "I always experience these things in my life, so I want to write poetry. In poetry, my soul is as noble and equal as others."

Luo Yihe, Cha Haisheng's best friend, was stunned. He didn't understand why Cha Haisheng said that.

In fact, from a psychological point of view, it is very simple, because Cha Haisheng does not think that his physical appearance is "noble" or "equal". He is not good-looking, while Yu Qie and Luo Yihe are both handsome men.

Cha Haisheng could only appeal to his soul.

Yu Qie asked again: "Cha Haisheng, what writers do you like?"

"As a poet, I like Hölderlin, as an artist... I like Van Gogh."

Both of them were famous schizophrenics, and both were not famous during their lifetime, but became famous after their death. Hölderlin was particularly unlucky, as he became famous a century after his death.

"Cha Haisheng, do you have someone you like?"

"Yes, she is my student. I found out that she comes from a cadre family and has a Beijing hukou. Our worlds are too far apart. I am inferior to her in every way."

Yu Qie said: "I already know what's going on with you. You feel small, fragile, and lonely, but the more you feel this way, the more you want to pursue something great. You believe that you can't do these things normally, and you can only be worthy of them by burning yourself and hurting yourself."

Luo Yihe suddenly realized. But Cha Haisheng laughed, "Yu Qie, I know you can understand my poems, so you can understand me. To be honest, even I don't understand myself."

Damn, who taught Cha Haisheng to talk like that? I can't let Cha Haisheng talk like that anymore.

Yu Qie realized that Cha Haisheng was already terminally ill and it was impossible to pull him back to the normal world. It would be better for Yu Qi to become even more crazy and let Cha Haisheng fight poison with poison, and achieve a positive outcome.

"Cha Haisheng, I was lying to you. I did practice a certain kind of Kung Fu. Do you want to learn it?"

"Of course." Cha Haisheng said excitedly.

"This skill is called eye exercises. Have you heard of it?"

"I've never heard of it. It really is a secret manual of divine power."

(End of this chapter)