Going to Lao Wanyu's Home has been on the market for more than a month, and has received rave reviews The Douban platform scored 8.8 points And selected April list of Chinese good books, March list of Chinese literature good books, April list of top ten Chinese and foreign literature good books of searchlight good books, China Writers Network literature good books (the second issue in 2024), Tencent good books original literature good books in March 2024 And so on.
Watercress @Those who are clean are self clean Said, "Shu Guanping, whether he goes to Guangzhou Tongwen Museum to continue his studies or stays here with Lao Wanyu, is following the path chosen by others for him. The end of the story is that Shu Guanping chooses his own path. So we say Going to Lao Wanyu's Home is a novel about growing up. ... Growth is accompanied by the process of personal in-depth understanding of the surrounding environment and society, Growth is a process of getting rid of authority, and growth is a process of independently choosing the direction of life. ”
Watercress @Crane swims west Said, "Such a fast-paced adventure story is written by Zhang Wei It is full of the poetic atmosphere of the long wind in the wilderness, as if you can see the sea breeze of Jiaodong Peninsula whistling past, and the journey of the youth is in front of you 。 The main line of the plot is actually very simple, even a little thin. However, this thinness is filled with Zhang Wei's poetic writing texture and profound intention hidden behind the scenes. The plot and character portrayal are full of atmosphere, and the reversal of step by step disclosure will trigger readers' endless thinking about life choices. It is the privilege of young people to admit that what they believe is false and overthrow the road they have walked in an instant. ”
Watercress @Ruohan anita He said: "When I put down my book, I thought of the" Fantastic Drift of the Juvenile School ". Although the stories are different, they have similarities. They all present stories that are hard to distinguish between true and false. The mysterious meeting on the growth path of the youth is also like the Buddha in Siddhartha, Through hardships and risks, we can see the way forward in life by distinguishing between true and false 。”
When the last novel was released, Zhang Wei said, "I am very concerned about the state of young people. Of course, they have suffering and boredom, which are added to them together. I wrote River Bend, Mainly for young people, like a long letter to them , the address is unknown, I wonder if they can receive it. "
The new book "Going to Old Wanyu's Home" can also be regarded as another long letter written by Zhang Wei to young people.
Young friends, have you received this long letter?
Selected Readings of the Chapters of Going to the Old Wanyu Family
It's early autumn again. It has been three years since the first adventure, and Shu Guanping is 20 years old. He has been in the South for three years, and he is most worried about the Duke of Wu Yuan. Last time he returned, he stayed with the old man for seven days. Before leaving, he had to look for a superior Chinese parasol with his own hands, and went out to the village with Xiyingpu people. Finally, he met the ideal thing: a section of old Chinese parasol that had been placed for many years and was green in color. When he knocked, it sounded "clank". The Duke of Wu Yuan placed it on the long table in the woodworking room, carved it carefully, cut it with a knife, polished it with a stone, and scraped it with porcelain chips to make a light, tough, and smooth artificial limb.
Henry taught world history and talked about the strange woman in Western Europe: Joan of Arc. The French Shepherdess leads a valiant team and is invincible. "Hero at once, commander in chief of the three armies," Henry blinked his blue eyes. "You know, your country actually has them." Shu Guanping's eyes fixed on each other's face. "Believe it or not?" "How can this be possible?" Henry shrugged and held his hand: "But the fact is that this person, I guess she is about 30 years old He was only thirteen years old. Her name is Wan Yu, commonly known as' Lao Wan Yu '. " "Ah! You are talking about her!" Shu Guanping shouted. "Have you heard of it?" "No, no, no." Shu Guanping held back and calmed himself down. "The woman rode a white horse and led the Rebels. Now she is the 'Grand Duke' of the separatist side." Henry was excited.
Just because of that adventure, out of curiosity, Shu Guanping has explored this "Wanyu" many times. She used to be the daughter of a wealthy man on Jiaolai River East Peninsula. Because of her extraordinary beauty, the nephew of Qingzhou General coveted her for a long time. The adoptive father, greedy for power, sent Wan Yu, who had just turned 13, to the military camp. The man is a Hun Man captain. On the night of Huazhu, he was met by a tough girl: the bridegroom with a sword, and rode away. This is the beginning of the whole legend. Shu Guanping heard the amazing analogy from Henry for the first time and remembered the name of another "saint".
Shu Guanping was preparing for the upcoming Tongwen Museum quarterly exam when he received a telegram. The telegram came from Shu Fu. No, it's Xiying, to be exact. This is an urgent message that comes from the nearest telegraph office in Shahe, Laizhou, which is located in Xiying. It comes from the news that Wu Yuangong is in critical condition. His hands trembled, he stared at a piece of paper and breathed deeply. "Courtyard Lord, wait for Pinger!" muttered, walking back and forth in the room. Because of nervousness, I didn't know what to do. Hurry to find a promotion to take leave, leave Henry and pack up. The wicker case soon filled up. All the things that need to be taken care of went over in my mind, hurried out, and said in my heart: "God bless me, let me catch the latest sailing date, let me arrive quickly!"
In early autumn, the south is stuffy. Shu Guanping was taken care of by the god of luck. After several days of soaking wet clothes, the result was smooth. Foreigners, with their brown and red beards shaking in tone, agreed and stressed that they should return early after hearing his story: do not delay the quarterly exam, especially the annual exam. Of course, he understood what this meant for the students of the Tongwen School, because the remaining courses were the last few courses of the eight year school system, chemistry and universal public law, as well as translation. He nodded frequently, but what he thought was the Duke of Wu Yuan. He seemed to see the old man stroking the artificial limb and looking south.
Step on the quivering gangway. The siren sounded, and he saw Henry in his last look back.
Different from three years ago, this time, we had to squeeze into the third class cabin with many people because we were unable to enter the cabin suite. On the first day of the voyage, I hardly went outside the cabin. I spent most of my time lying on the upper berth and occasionally turning books. The ship is very stable and can't feel the movement of the hull. In addition to the luggage, the clothes are simple: cotton shorts, black jeans with white soles, and thin cloth socks that cover the trouser legs. Only the shiny, thick and long braid was a bit different, so the passengers in the cabin could not help looking at it more. He put his hands on the back of his neck and looked at the faint water stains on the top of the bunk: like a walrus, with a huge belly and teeth. Also remember the night of Shu's residence, the uncle on the couch in the hexagonal palace, the gasp of Furu. There were two people talking in the lower bunk, which seemed to be a kind of secret language. The content was obscure. Later, they heard that it was about the price of tobacco and the reselling of firearms from foreign firms. "Repeater gun, Germany, uh huh. It's not difficult to get the goods." He turned inward, no longer paying attention to the conversation in the lower bunk. Later, however, when they said that "banditry is rampant", they especially mentioned the peninsula to the east of the Jiaolai River. The words "Lao Wanyu" moved his heart, as if he had been hit by a long handled hammer.
I heard you right. One of the two pretended to exaggerate and said something about his experience: "I can't believe I landed in her territory. That night, I was tied up in front of the fire pool. The wind was strong at the seaside, and my teeth were cold. When the pig oil lamp was lit in the room, I could see the woman sitting on the fish skin chair. Ho ah, in his fifties, he is as strong as a buffalo, his head is tied with leather, his hair is untidy on his shoulders, his front teeth are big and hard, he bites a three foot long cigarette rod, and his pipe is as big as his fist. I'm trying a young man. I don't care about him. She asked, 'Are you a boy? Come as you are! ' The boy shivered and urinated in his pants, even saying, 'I'm not a man'. Old Wan Yuhuo lit up, stretched out his big pipe and banged on the boy's head. The boy fell to the ground. What do you think? It turns out that the old Wanyu has devoured the sea food every day, and his body is burning with fire, so he must pick up the boy Yuanyang, and then he bursts into ferocity! " "God, there is nothing that can't be said but can't be done. I saw it with my own eyes, otherwise who would have thought of it? Mom!" "That's true. When it comes to me, she naturally doesn't make that idea when she sees me at my age. She just turns her eyes and asks the way. I said that the Grand Marshal is polite. I am a South businessman who gives away tobacco. So she saved a small life. Lao Wanyu didn't kill me, but he gave me a boat barbel fish to watch me eat. I also wet my pants, knowing that it was a poisonous fish, she still wanted me to die. Because outsiders escape alive, they will leak the waterway of the camp. I swallowed the poisonous fish, went back to my house, grabbed my throat, and vomited all my food. Then I escaped. Aha, the old jade with thousands of cuts! "
The sea was smooth for three days, arrived in Shanghai, and boarded the Yantai passenger ship two days later. The weather is fine and the waves are calm. When the ship left Shanghai, Shu Guanping was much more relaxed. He was the only person in the second-class cabin. He walked on the deck and looked out from the railing. The northern sea and sky were clear, and he could not help thinking of his return three years ago. The banging sound of the bowling alley of Shunde Hotel rang in my ears, and I thought that I would stay overnight after getting off the ship, and I would spend nearly 20 hours in this city the next morning. Alas, it's like an arrow to return. How can you delay your precious time on the peninsula. At this moment, he decided in his heart: the first thing after landing is to go straight to the car shop and rent an express car at a high price to go straight to the Xihe River. He seemed to see the mist on the Jiaolai River, and he would be home soon after driving out of the fog curtain.
As expected, the passenger ship arrived at Yantai wharf at 4:00 p.m. The noise, gravel road, several horse drawn cars outside the fence, a sound of horse sneezing. He just looked down at the road and looked for a car shop as soon as he got out of the gate. Someone led him to the Shangyi Inn, where he could stay and rent horses and carriages. He did not hesitate to rent a light mule cart, which cost him twice as much money. He breathed a long sigh of relief amid the clattering wheels and the trampling hoofs of mules. The driver, holding a whip and a long pipe in his mouth, drove across the coastal road. When passing a hill on the right, I saw the lush foothills and the houses below, and a name jumped out of my head: Shunde Hotel. Ah, in this building, the Treaty of Shimonoseki was signed several years ago. The Sino Japanese Naval Battle ended with a humiliating peace treaty.
All night long. I changed to a coachman before dawn, had breakfast at a roadside shop, and hurried on the road again. This is the fastest and most bumpy post car on the peninsula. There is no haze on the diffuse bridge of Jiaolai River, and there are cattails shaking on both sides, which makes it easier to relax. He kept saying in his heart, "The yard master is waiting for me, and I will fly to him." The mule cart drove directly to the west camp. The sun rose to the middle and slowly set to the west. Some swifts were flying around the car. "Please tighten up, please whip up!" He leaned forward and urged the driver.
Finally, we entered the gate of Xiying. A peculiar wild air rushed in the face. The outline of several straw houses flickered in the distance, and saw the papaya forest like hills. He almost jumped out of the car when he said, "Courtyard Lord!". The dog barked and the chicken flapped its wings. Several children are running. The arrival of Shu Guanping had no message, and no one knew that his servants' rush would immediately come to an end. An elderly maid came out of the hut with a pitcher in her arms and stopped at the mule station. He jumped out of the car with his suitcase. The maid was slow to recognize the man. "I'm the young master. I'm back. Take me to see the courtyard master!" he shouted to her.
The papaya trees on the shady ground were very quiet. All noise is rejected here. There is a special fragrance floating out from the trees. Two large grass houses connected are located in the gap between trees. He seemed to walk in shallow water, step by step, and his breathing stopped. The maid put the pitcher on the ground and followed him on the doorstep. The strong herbal flavor overflowed, and he took a big breath. A light was lit in the room, and several people gathered around the light to block the people on the couch. He pushed the one in front of him. It was a tall, stout man with an iron face, who deliberately shook his body to block the visitors. He saw Wu Yuangong on the couch: his eyelids drooped, he breathed softly, and his face was bored. The old man didn't shave, his hair was uneven, and he looked scary. He swallowed the word "hospital official" into his stomach, and tears rolled in his eyes.
Next to the stout man stood an old man with a soup bowl in his hand. The man looked at the man on the couch and immediately two young men stepped up to him, one holding up the old man's body. The old man still didn't open his eyes. The old man holding the medicine put the soup bowl close to his lips. "Drink it now!" said a stern admonition. The old man's lips closed tightly. Two young men tried to open their mouths, but they were blocked by the old man's suddenly raised elbow. The stout man grabbed the medicine bowl from the old man's hand and wanted to pour it down for the patient. Shu Guanping lifted her hair braid, stepped across from the man, and raised her hand: "Don't do anything wrong!" "Who are you?" The maid shouted: "Ah, this is Mr. Shu. He is back!"
The man with the blue face stopped looking angrily and bowed his hands: "Young master, you are being snubbed. Well, it is the third day since the hospital master refused to take medicine. Master Shu sent me here." The man on the other side bent over and said, "Young master, this is the superintendent of the house. You can rest first, and we will take care of it." Shu Guanping looked up for the maid and waved to her. He took the medicine bowl and handed it to the maid. His cold eyes swept over several men's faces and said, "All of you should step down. Here is me." The blue faced man's voice became sharp and he snorted: "Master Shu has something to say, so we can't delay any longer." Shu Guanping repeated, "Step down."
Several men walked away. Shu Guanping lifts the old courtyard man's back and lets him lean against the couch pillow. The old man opened his eyes and sat up straight: "Pinger!" "Courtyard Lord, it's me." Tears poured out. The old man smiled. The maid stood aside with the soup bowl. "I'm waiting for you. I know you will come. This is the last time for us. If you don't come, I won't go on the road." Shu Guanping cried. He looked down at the old man's left leg and stroked it. "Well, it's hot. When it cools down, I'll leave." The old man laughed. Shu Guanping feels much better. The old man took the soup bowl from the maid's hand, raised it to his shoulder, loosened his hand, and fell to the ground to pieces. "I won't take this medicine." The old man struggled to stand up, and they helped him.
The old man turned to the window and said, "I haven't been up and walking for more than half a month, and I want to see the moon tonight." The moon hasn't risen yet, and there are several stars in the gap between the papaya trees. "Young master, you will sleep here tonight." He told the maid to bring food and eat with him. The maid was so happy that she turned to Shu Guanping and said, "Ah, the hospital master is more than happy to see you. He wants to eat!" She ran away. After a while, a boy came in and put a large wooden plate on the couch, and put some small dishes on it. The maid brought corn soup, mutton cake and three or two kinds of dishes. The old man reached out his hand and said, "Tea, tea." The old man and Shu Guanping sat opposite each other, replacing wine with tea, touching each other's necks and drinking. The maid beside shed tears.
The moon rose to the top of the tree. Shu Guanping stood in front of the window holding the old man. Such a moonlit night belonged to Xiying alone, and he remembered the scene when he was a child near the hospital official. The canal water is gurgling, and fish are playing in the moonlight. The court official tells stories about old things: "Master Shuji likes white crabapple best, and he planted those trees in the corridor himself. Madam loves peony, and she takes care of the peony garden most attentively." The cricket sounds, which is a song that has not been easier in more than ten years. The hospital lord gasped heavily and had to go back to his bed after standing for a short time. He lay down with the old man and stayed quietly for a long time. The old man knocked the copper bell before turning out the light. The maid came in and called a man. The old man said, "Close the door tightly. From now on, the yard will be on duty at night." The man's voice was solid and answered, "Follow the order."
Dark night. Because it is too quiet, the breathing around seems more heavy. Shu Guanping was so sleepy that he snored as soon as he got close to the old man. It seemed that he was still drifting on the big ship, and a voice was urging him: "Hurry, hurry, it's too late!" A big silver fish jumped out of the water, leading the way in front, and the big ship had to chase hard. He jumped on the back of the big fish, which lifted him to the high place and plunged into the cold abyss, clattering open the emerald mountains, leaving him covered in broken ice. The big fish bit his tough braid in his mouth and dragged it angrily to the papaya forest. At a glance, he recognized the youth's place. Tears ran down his cheeks and he firmly grasped the upright stumps. He shook the trees and shouted repeatedly. A voice was heard: "Here I am, Pinger!"
Shuguanping sits up. Ah, the old man has not slept, looking at himself. "Master, I'm late." "My child, my screen! There's still time." The old man looked out of the window, where moonlight poured in. "Ping'er, good moon tonight! I have too much to tell you and have been waiting. I'm afraid to take these words away. I know that time is running out, so I asked my personal servant to send a telegram to Shahe Town." He gasped heavily, as if using his last strength. Shu Guanping held the old man and put him on the back of the couch. The old man closed his eyes and his voice was so low that he could hardly hear: "If it is not unexpected, then I have more than three days to go. Listen, you should not leave for a moment. I asked people to guard the gate. They are the people I trust most and have followed me for half my life. You just sit here and take a nap when you are sleepy. When you wake up, listen well and remember. I'm afraid I have too much to say." "Courtyard, please speak slowly. I won't leave. Courtyard, just lean back here, I'm listening." His eyes were covered with tears.
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Sponsor?
Publicity Department of the CPC Yantai Municipal Committee
People's Literature Press
Ludong University Literature Museum
Organizer
Yantai Library
Yantai Writers Association
Yantai Xinhua Bookstore
Zhifu New Era Civilization Practice Center
Theme
Zhang Wei's "Go to Lao Wanyu's Home" New Book Sharing Meeting
Activity time
10:00, May 26, 2024 (Sunday)
Activity location
The first floor of Xinhua Bookstore, Yantai South Street
Event guests
The author of Going to Lao Wanyu's Home
Zhang Wei
Vice President of China Writers Association
Talk to guests
Wang Xueying
Director of China Literature Critics Association, senior editor of Wen Wei Po
Zhang Lijun
Professor of School of Arts, Jinan University, Chief Editor of Jinan University Press
Cong Xinqiang
Professor, School of Arts, Shandong University
Zhao Yuebin
Professor, School of Arts, Shandong Normal University
Gu Guangmei
Professor, School of Arts, Shandong Normal University
Zhang Qipeng
Cultural scholar and writer
Wadang
Associate Professor of Ludong University Literature Museum
Zhang Wei "Go to Lao Wanyu's Home"
This book describes the end of the 19th century when great changes will come: Shu Guanping, a young man who returned from Guangzhou Tongwen Museum to visit relatives on the peninsula, encountered a storm on his return trip, completed the great trust of his teacher by taking advantage of the delay of the ship, and went to the famous Wanyu Camp, thus starting a thrilling journey step by step. From the passionate worship to the grief of destroying the liver and the gall, from the irresistible temptation to the enemy congealed with deep grievances, Shu Guanping finally burst out of the den of evil.
This is a youth story of endurance and defiance, compromise and insight, determination and crush, a legend of century pride that has been completed difficultly, and a man's coming of age ceremony that has been delayed. After this trip, there will be no extravagant hopes and flukes in the future, let alone timidity and fear.
Preliminary review: Guo Siwen
Reviewed by: Xue Zijun
Final judgment: Zhao Ping
