I once said in a novel that nocturnal and nocturnal habits are common to almost every thief in the world. In this habit alone, the writer is akin to a thief, except that the nature of the work at night is far from it. The writer of this novel is a man who stubbornly follows the rules of day and night. He wrote quietly and frantically all night, stretching and yawning in bed at dawn, and did not wake up until the afternoon.

During the time when the writer sleeps, the most fearful thing is to come. There are so many people coming, so many that ordinary people can't imagine it. This kind of search has occurred when a writer has exploded because of a novel and a film adapted from a novel. The writer is naturally immersed in the pleasure of the constant repetition of inquiries by enthusiasts, curious people, and researchers, and after a long time, it becomes a little annoying. Annoyed in my heart, I don't dare to be sloppy or show it on the outside, I'm afraid that people will say that when I become famous, I will use the shelf to put a stinky score and break away from the masses. However, writers still want to write, they still want to read, even if they don't write or read, they just want to sit down alone and smoke a cigarette and drink a cup of coffee. So the writer finally made up his mind, and during the time he slept during the day, he unplugged the telephone, pulled down the doorbell, and posted a bold block notice on the door: If there is no earthquake, please be merciful and knock on the door after 3 p.m. Writers are often the most prone to errors in language, and this notice alone is a serious mistake, because if an earthquake does occur, even if it is a moderate earthquake of four or five magnitudes, the writer will rush out of the door on his own, and no one will have to knock on the door. In any case, this humorous and grim announcement did stop the countless hands that had been raised or were about to be raised, and ensured the writer's sleep.

At about twelve o'clock, the writer was in a deep sleep when there was a knock at the door. The writer didn't hear it when he tapped it. When the writer is awakened, the knock on the door is no longer a knock but a beating, as if a disaster has occurred such as a fire or an earthquake. Anyone can empathize with the writer's displeasure and even annoyance: how a man who has been writing all night and has just slept for three or four hours needs rest!

Writers are smart people. The person who dared to ignore the notice and pound the door so vigorously must be the one who had a serious reason, so he did not dare to be angry, and even hurriedly pulled the door latch with trepidation. Standing at the door was my brother. Second brother.

The writer's first psychological reaction was that this goods are here again.

The writer didn't even say polite words like "you're here", and turned around and walked into the living room. The younger brother didn't care about his brother's hot and cold face, followed into the living room, sat on the sofa without letting him sit down, put the outdated imitation military yellow canvas satchel on his shoulder on the sofa next to his buttocks, and took out a cigarette from the cigarette case on the coffee table and lit it. After exhaling a trumpet-shaped smoke, the younger brother smiled and said, "Brother, I miss you." ”

The writer has not yet turned from the trance of sleep, but Mu Mu's mind reflects: You are thinking about my money. In fact, as early as the moment he opened the door and saw his brother, he first thought of the wallet in his waist. This is already a habitual psychological reaction. There is no way, his brothers and sisters are all living in the mountains that have not yet been lifted out of poverty. The social environment that had provided many people with opportunities for development was unprecedented, but none of his brothers and sisters were able to emerge, not even a small upstart, and none of them could enter the city through the channel of study. They remain poor. They consciously or unconsciously tilted their pride and dependence on the writer's brother. The writer is the only one among the brothers and sisters who walked out of the ravine and entered the provincial capital, and he did not enter the city to seek an ordinary social job, but entered the literary world step by step, and walked out of Tongguan to resounding in the national literary circle. The writer himself sometimes wonders why there is such a huge difference in IQ between brothers and sisters born to the same mother and father, so much so that he wonders if he is related to his father...... Now, what worries writers the most is that they don't have much money in their pockets, so how can they send this goods out? Novels have become popular, and movies adapted from novels have become even more popular, but writers' remuneration is so small that they are ashamed to talk about it, and even if they tell their brothers and sisters, the brothers and sisters don't believe it.

The younger brother took a sip of water and said frankly: "Brother, you are afraid and annoying, I don't want your money." I know you have a big reputation and don't have a lot of money. You're a pauper with a lot of reputation. I don't want money if you give me. ”

The writer couldn't help but be stunned and a little confused.

The younger brother was more frank: "I want to start a transportation company." First buy a bus, engage in long-distance passenger transport, and develop to more than three to declare the company. ”

The writer looked at his younger brother in surprise, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, and there was finally a "10,000 yuan household" in our family.

"Think about how much money you can give me? You can't buy a 'minibus' even if you sell my sister-in-law......

The writer finally came to his senses, shook the cigarette butt, and sneered: "With your cargo, you can do long-distance passenger transportation? Did you not wake up from a dream last night?" Of his siblings, this was the only one he could call "this thing" with contempt. The others are not very capable, but they are still honest; they can't do big things, they are still down-to-earth when they do small things and ordinary things; they can't make a lot of money, and they are still solid and stable when they make small money. Only this product, if you don't have any ability, you still like to brag and tell big things, including lies, you can't do big things and you don't do small things, you can't make big money and you can't look down on small money, and you always dream of making a flying foreign fortune. A lying character that even parents look down on. His only strength is that he has a good temper, no matter how bad the writer is, he is not annoyed, and he always maintains an innocent grinning face.

"I know you look down on me and don't believe me. No one believed it before it was done, and when the big thing happened, people would give you a commotion, and they couldn't stop it. The younger brother was not only not annoyed, but told him about the philosophy of life, "When you didn't become famous many years ago, who took you seriously? At that time, I saw that you wrote and submitted articles day and night, and people didn't publish them and return them to you." Sensei said that others don't treat you as a person, brother, I don't look like a writer. But you've done it, you've become a real person, and now I look like a writer......"

The writer was really gagged by his younger brother. This is the iron law of the movement of life. When he was an amateur author, he repeatedly wrote and repeatedly failed to say anything, even if he published a lot of novels, essays, and poems later, no one in the literary world was optimistic about him, only after the explosion of the novel and the movie adapted from the novel, the original order of his life was completely disrupted. This process and the rules of life in the process were seen through by my younger brother. It suddenly occurred to the writer that this product is really not stupid in terms of brains, and that he really has no shortage of scheming -- good or bad -- and that he may not be able to make small things into big things! Nowadays, it is often the first such person to cross the original track and inertia of life and become rich overnight. The writer was relieved, and smiled half-helplessly: "Okay! I don't have a problem if you want to buy a train for transportation." You can do it!"

The younger brother smiled: "It's time to beg you." I don't want your money, as long as you write a note to County Magistrate Liu and ask him to say a word to the bank president, I can lend money. County Magistrate Liu is your buddy...... It doesn't cost much. ”

The writer pretended to be surprised: "Oh! you really used your brains to mobilize all my friends......

"Today's society is good, and you can't live without 'relationships'. The younger brother said, "You can just write a note two fingers wide." County Magistrate Liu just called the president and said a few words. It's not a bother!"

The writer smiled, walked around the house twice with a cigarette, and wrote a note to County Magistrate Liu.

After a few days, the writer felt more and more a sense of imminent and realistic concern. The reason why this concern could not be relieved was that he was aware of some kind of danger. The writer's emotions condition the train of thought. It's always awkward, it's always unsmooth, it's always impossible to make the wings of imagination flutter, and the long book I'm writing has encountered obstacles. He finally picked up the phone, dialed the number of the county magistrate's office, and explained the ins and outs of the office very guiltily, and finally broke the topic: "You don't know what kind of goods my brother is! You can find a reason to send him away. ”

County Magistrate Liu smiled: "Your call is late." Your brother came the day before yesterday. I introduced him to the president of the Agricultural Bank of China. ”

"What should I do?" The writer was anxious, not because he was afraid that his younger brother would not be able to borrow money, but because he was afraid that he would get the money and lose all his money after three days and two days! He told County Magistrate Liu about his hidden worries.

County Magistrate Liu smiled nonchalantly: "The bank will not do this kind of stupid thing that hurts and can't be said now." Now the loan procedures are stricter. You can rest assured. ”

When the writer put down the phone, he was a little more secure.

Coincidentally, the phone rang again, and it was my brother calling.

The younger brother said, "Brother, it's no problem to take out a loan. County Magistrate Liu said a word, and the president of the Agricultural Bank of China complied. I wanted to borrow 150,000 yuan, but he didn't dare to give less than a child. ”

The writer listened to his younger brother's fox and fake tiger power, and his tone got carried away, and his mood was burdened again. If you really borrow 150,000 yuan and the money is gone, who will repay the loan? He solemnly warned his younger brother: "You have to consider your ability to repay the loan......

"I'm afraid of the hot and dare to learn to strike iron!" the younger brother was full of pride, "Now people need a guarantor for loans, or property mortgages." Our brothers and sisters are doing well for you. You vouch for me. ”

The writer blurted out, "Then bet me on?"

"Who dares to bet on you, a great writer!" the younger brother laughed, "The governor gave me the idea to bet on your book." ”

The writer is only now relaxed, and his doubts and worries are all resolved in this instant. The idea that the president gave to his younger brother was clearly a game, and it was not without the meaning of jokes. The younger brother, who thought he was smart, is still busy in the trap of the president of the Agricultural Bank of China. The writer didn't want to be burdened by the loan, nor did he want to see his younger brother continue to make a fool of himself in front of the sophisticated president of the Agricultural Bank of China. He poked it through: "My book has already been sold to the publishing house." The copyright is in other people's publishing houses, it doesn't belong to me, and I can't stake it. ”

The younger brother obviously doesn't understand the law of publishing. This professional law is too isolated from the actual life of my younger brother. The younger brother still didn't give up: "Why don't you write the book? Why can't your doll have your surname?"

"It's the law. The writer said.

"Are you coaxing me, or is it the president of the Agricultural Bank of China who coaxes me?" the younger brother's voice became frizzy, and he realized that the bubble of the dream might be shattered.

"You can discern it for yourself. The writer said.

"Then you'll have to figure it out for me. The younger brother said, "Even if you find a rich man, even if you make up a lie, let me borrow the money first." ”

The writer could not be pestered any longer, so he said, "I have a good fountain pen, the eternal one." You make a bet!" and hung up the phone.

When winter came, the writer finished the upper part of the novel. The state of mind at this moment is incomparable, like the tranquility and steadfastness after giving birth to a child, the relaxation and pain after ten months of burden, and as pure and bright as the sky after the rainy clouds and sunrise. None of these analogies seem to be appropriate, and the true happiness of creation is indescribable.

The writer was desperate to go back to his hometown. The warm southern seashore, he did not hesitate to decline. He was anxious to return to his hometown, where the frozen land, the hot smell of the fire in winter, the smoke of the wood that blended with this family on the courtyard wall, the cries of the hens of that family and the hens of this family after laying eggs, and even the quarrels and scolding of this family and that family because of the disputes between cattle and sheep and children because of the ground, were all classic poems for him, often recited and chanted, and never boring. After every major writing achievement, after every encounter with ugliness and filth, he would have the desire and need to return to his homeland. On the mountain beams or rivers in any season where the colors change in all seasons, in the chirping of cows, sheep, chickens and dogs, and in the village alleys filled with firewood smoke, the deficit caused by his "hemorrhage" writing labor will be compensated by the wind and earth, and his dirty chest and blood will also be quickly adjusted, which is irreplaceable by any scenic spot and delicacy in any foreign place. His navel eye only draws nourishment from the land of his homeland. He's back.

When the writer got off the train, his friend Liu County Magistrate picked him up there, and then entered a newly developed restaurant of folk food. It's booze. It is the great proverb of the sea and the sky. It is a touching memory of the old things in the south of the city. The writer later mentioned his brother's loan and casually asked, "Did he pestered you later?"

County Magistrate Liu also drank a few more glasses, and when he heard this, he burst into laughter, leaning forward and backward with laughter, and his speech was incoherent: "Ahh......hh Writers, Writers...... Brother, brother...... Yours Your ...... This living treasure is alive and ...... I'm just ...... now, brother. I understood...... Why did you ...... him? It's called 'goods'......"

The writer poured a large sip of wine, unable to speak, and waited for the following.

County Magistrate Liu still couldn't stop laughing and patted his writer friend on the shoulder: "Any genius genius...... Writer...... I can't make it up...... ......"

County Magistrate Liu told the writer a story that could be used as the end of the novel-

When your brother left my office, I lent him a bicycle and a new Phoenix car that the agency gave me. Our small county magistrate uses a car to pick up and drop off work every day, and I don't like it to be eye-catching, so I asked the logistics department to distribute a bicycle to each leader. He rode the car away and returned it to me two days later and handed it over to the communication room. When the old man in the communication room handed me the car, I was dumbfounded. The bell was removed. The front handles were replaced with a rusty one. The front and rear wheels were replaced. There is also a leather rope tied to the rear tyre. Only the tripod remains or the original. It's really a "phoenix" that is not as good as a chicken......

The writer let out an "oh" cry, threw out the wine glass in his hand, and laughed so hard that he lay on the table and couldn't straighten up: "How ...... mine Scheming ...... Great peasant brother!"

County Magistrate Liu stopped laughing: "It's a thing if you don't return my car! You said you lost it, can I still ask you to pay for it?" But he ...... It's just a trick ......"

"This is my brother. There are often unexpected initiatives that make you cry and laugh, and make you ......"

County Magistrate Liu said: "When I looked at the broken bicycle, I suddenly remembered 'this goods' that you often talk about! I couldn't help but say what you called 'this goods'...... Only then did I realize that this title is really appropriate......"

Later that day, the writer returned to the home where his parents were still clinging to him. There is no warmth, but warmth. The whole cave is cleaned up and refreshed. The kang is already hot. A pair of sofas and a coffee table have been added to the atmosphere of modern civilized life in the ancient cave-like cave. Parents never need to greet each other politely, especially when they are facing each other, and there is no need to say anything after taking a look at the face engraved in their hearts.

He then wandered to his brother's kiln.

The younger brother was squatting on the steps at the entrance of the kiln and smoking, and with a grin, he brought out a maza. The writer did not sit, but stood in the courtyard and looked at the dormant land that filled the courtyard with crops. There are two apple trees in the spacious yard, both of which have lost their leaves, and their trunks are painted with white mortar that kills germs and pests. One corner is the sheepfold, and the other corner is the chicken coop. A Shiba dog scurries in and out. It is a well-organized, comfortable yard of crops.

The passenger bus company apparently did not do it. The bicycle that had been reborn was propped up in the door of the storage shed. All the parts are shiny, except for the rusty tripod, revealing a wisp of shabby, a wisp of funny, a wisp of a thief's head.

The writer said with his mouth Nunu bicycle: "Brother, go borrow it again and exchange his tripod as well." ”

"No, no more stress. The younger brother said, "The tripod is generally not a problem, and the old and new ones can still be used." ”

"You're too ashamed!" the writer finally exploded.

"What did I lose?" said the younger brother with an honest face.

"I can't afford to buy you a 'minibus', but it's okay to buy a bicycle!" the writer spread his hands and said, "How can you do this?"

"Oh yo yo!" The younger brother sighed as if he suddenly realized, "This is a bullshit! It's not that County Magistrate Liu paid for it himself, but the public gave it to him! The public can buy him another one! The public cadres don't know how to eat hundreds or thousands of bicycles a year just by eating! I'm thinking about a few bicycle parts, it's a bullshit!"

The writer said, "I'll give you two hundred dollars now, and you go buy a new car." You'll send back the parts tomorrow. ”

"You're going to mess things up if you're so serious. The younger brother said worldly, and grinned again, "County Magistrate Liu didn't take this matter seriously at all...... The right to 'poverty alleviation' ......"

The writer looked at his younger brother who was giggling, and couldn't say anything, so he walked out of the kiln. The smoke of the evening cooking wood permeated the village alley, giving off a familiar smell of bean stalks mixed after they were burned. The writer still can't help but feel the ** in his heart, my relatives......

Autumn 2000 in Liquan (rewritten on August 20, 2001)