Thinking of Dean Jiang's appearance after drinking with Li Yunlong last time, Fang Ze gave up the idea of explaining to this old drunkard.
After all, it's not certain whether Dean Jiang can remember Fang Ze after he sobers up.
"I originally thought that China was all about free love now, but I didn't expect that there was such a thing as blind date." Lu Xun also heard the conversation just now, and when he and Fang Ze were leaving, he said something ironic .
"Some things in modern times are progressing faster than you think, but some things are progressing slower than you think. Some things even go backwards after progress." Fang Ze said to Lu Xun, “Sometimes I don’t know whether it’s just the bad nature of people, or whether there’s something wrong with this society.”
"for example?"
"There are too many to explain in detail. Let me give you two simple examples. Wedding dramas and receiving gifts." Fang Ze said, "I won't go into details about wedding dramas. It is an old custom to attack the bride and groom. , now there is just one more person who preys on the bridesmaids. The nature of the beast has not changed, but there are more tricks. Accepting gifts is becoming more and more excessive. In the past, only the powerful and rich would accept everyone's money when doing things. Ningxia Yangyang can tolerate it as a gift. But now when some people do things, it doesn’t matter whether they are familiar with you or not, as long as they can establish a relationship, such as colleagues in the same unit, not to mention they have done things together. Yes, even if I have never met, I will send you an invitation and let you bring a gift money."
"There are also some classmates and friends, even those who live in the same building. It doesn't matter whether they have spoken to each other or whether they say hello or not. As long as they have this name, they will also send you an invitation. It doesn't matter if you don't have time to go. , as long as the money can be transferred."
"This phenomenon may not disappear even if another generation passes." Lu Xun said, "After all, some people like to ask for face, and some people like to ask for money. This is a matter of personal choice. Unless legislation intervenes, otherwise we can only Do what you don’t do.”
When Lu Xun said this, Fang Ze remembered the last words Lu Xun wrote before his death.
So he said to Lu Xun, "Would you like to listen to the last words you wrote before you died?"
"This is interesting." Although Lu Xun, who came to Fang Ze as a guest, didn't know how old he was, it had been some time since he died due to smoking too many cigarettes, so he didn't think about his will.
Now that I heard that someone was going to tell him the last words he wrote before his death, I was naturally curious to hear them.
"Because I'm afraid of being blocked, I won't tell you the original sentence, but just give you a rough idea."
Fang Ze and Lu Xun took a taxi. The two of them sat in the car. Fang Ze began to talk to Lu Xun, "The first rule is that no one should accept a penny from anyone for funerals, except for old friends."
"You can have this." Lu Xun nodded.
There is nothing wrong with the exception of old friends. Although feelings cannot be measured by money, most of the time, the way to express feelings is money.
"The second rule is to bury him immediately after he dies, don't delay."
"If you die in midsummer, the rotting of the body will be a big problem, so of course the sooner you bury it, the better." Lu Xun's expression was normal when he said this, as if the body was not his own.
"The third rule is not to do anything to commemorate." After Fang Ze finished speaking, he added, "Although your relatives and friends did not do anything to commemorate you after your death, you were unfortunately erected in that era. It’s a benchmark and a flag, so it’s not up to your family to commemorate or not.”
"Well, they are commemorating Lu Xun. My name is Zhou Zhangshou and Zhou Shuren, so it has nothing to do with me." Lu Xun saw this very clearly.
"Principle 4: Forget about you as soon as possible, and then concentrate on doing your own thing."
"Yes." There is nothing special about this one, just an ordinary request.
"Article 5: When children grow up, they can choose any career, except being a short-term writer or an artist." After Fang Ze finished this article, he looked at Lu Xun curiously and asked, "What is a short-term writer?"
"Most writers can be called short-term writers," Lu Xun said, "because they can only talk but not do it, and some writers can't even speak well."
"Well, when you put it like that, I kind of understand why in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, there was more emphasis on science than on literature."
"In fact, it's not just the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China." Lu Xun said, "It was the same in our time. In universities, science students look down on liberal arts students, foreign language students look down on Chinese literature students, Chinese literature students look down on philosophy students, and philosophy students They look down on the sociology students, and the sociology students look down on the education students. The education students have no one they can look down on but the teachers in this department.”
"That's a good sentence." After listening to Lu Xun's words, Fang Ze quickly picked up his phone and prepared to record it, "I can confirm what you said again."
"I didn't say that."
"Ah, you didn't say who said it." Fang Ze looked at Lu Xun and asked, "Isn't this what you just said?"
"If everything that comes out of my mouth is what you call what I have said, then I only need to recite other people's books once a day, and I can become the most talkative person in the world."
Lu Xun rarely made a serious rant, then he opened the car window, lit up a cigarette and said while smoking, "This sentence was written by Qian Zhongzhu in the besieged city. I just finished reading this book last night. It should have been written by him in I wrote it after I died.”
"Okay." Fang Ze replied, "I also remembered a joke. It was said that during the Anti-Japanese War, the economic problems of Southwest Associated University became increasingly serious, and each college could only solve the problem on its own. The College of Engineering built small factories, and they were called workers. Science. The college engaged in experimental farmland, and was called a farmer. The law and business college settled accounts for shops, and was called a businessman. Students from the normal college sought out teachers in the school to become scholars. The liberal arts college made a living by selling literature. Because there were too many literati at that time, the supply exceeded demand, so everyone They are all begging to be able to sell their articles, so they are called "literary beggars"."
"Hahaha, after all Bai Wuyi is a scholar." Lu Xun laughed after hearing Fang Ze's words.
The traffic jam in the Imperial Capital today was not as serious as yesterday, so the two of them finally arrived at Lin Jingxuan's studio in the afternoon.
Fang Ze originally thought that Lin Jingxuan's studio was in an office building, but when he got out of the car, he discovered that Fujin was a community. After calling Lin Jingxuan to ask if he had gone the wrong way, Lin Jingxuan asked Fang Ze to wait at the gate of the community. After a while, this guy came over wearing slippers.
(End of chapter)