Published in 1967, "Joke" brought Milan Kundera great fame around the world, but less than a year after the publication of this book, the Soviet Union occupied Czechoslovakia, which was not divided at that time, and the book was also listed as a banned book because of the irony and sharpness of the content, and even targeted ridicule, and disappeared from libraries and bookstores in the entire Eastern European region, and even Kundera himself was dismissed from the film school and banned from publishing any works.

The book had all but disappeared from the Eastern European world, with the only remaining areas being Poland and Yugoslavia, and with the passage of time, the book has now regained its sight and has been translated into various editions around the world, although the earliest printed version has all but disappeared.

When the "joke" first came out, it was very popular, and in a short period of time it was printed in three consecutive editions, with hundreds of thousands of copies printed, but those precious first, second and third editions have all become witnesses of the torrent of history, turned into ashes, and are only treasured in the hands of a few true enthusiasts.

The girl in front of me just mentioned that she found it in a second-hand bookstore in Cetinje, which was the capital of the ancient kingdom of Montenegro and is now the cultural center, and Montenegro was only referendulated/voted for/independent/independent again in 2006, and it was affiliated with Yugoslavia for half a century before, which also made the source of the book find the source.

As she says, for the average person, this is a book that is so tattered that it has no value at all, and it is a niche Polish, which is very difficult even to try to flip through, but for true lovers and collectors, it is a historical witness worth cherishing.

"'Swords for heroes, pink for beauties'. Lan Li repeated in Chinese, his eyes turned to the girl again, and finally he did not refuse again: Matthew should like it very much. Since she decided to accept it, Lan Li did not continue with her mother-in-law, and said briskly, "I must admit that I like this gift very, very much. Well, let's exchange a gift, and you can make a request, within the scope of my ability. ”

To be honest, Lan Li was a little interested, what gift would she ask for in return with a "joke" as a gift? Or simply refuse?

The girl standing in front of Lan Li thought about it seriously, and seemed to be searching her stomach, just when Lan Li was slightly disappointed, she spoke, "It's better to give me a book as well, and then attach your signature and impressions, then, we can exchange our thoughts on books." ”

Surprise!

Even in the context of the popularity of the Jin Yuan culture in Asia and around the world, there is still a small group of Don Quixote in this land, who cling to their inner insistence on art and dream fanaticism, and may be excluded from the mainstream, but they still hold on to a small piece of paradise of their own.

Thinking about it seriously, he himself is the same, isn't he? From Chu Jiashu to Lan Li, he has never changed.

Thinking of this, Lan Li's mood became happy, and even his tired and heavy body became a little lighter, "Then it's decided." ”

Lan Li didn't stop any longer, turned around and continued to take steps, chasing after Anne and Nolan and the others.

The girl stays where she is, while the other fans chase after her - Roy escorts Lan Li forward, while Nathan stays behind to ask for the girl's mailing address.

About five weeks later, when the girl almost thought that Lan Li was going to forget, a brown paper package appeared in her mailbox, from the address was a chic and light handwriting, she could recognize it at a glance as Lan Li's handwriting, and after carefully opening the package, she saw her gift:

A neatly kept book, not brand new, but not worn, it can be seen that the owner has spent a lot of effort to keep it carefully, and the traces of frequent reading are still revealed in the corners of the book, and it seems that the temperature left by the owner can still be felt by the careful reading.

This is a book from García Márquez's "The Colonel Who Nobody Wrote to Him".

As the author of "One Hundred Years of Solitude", Marquez, who won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1982, is naturally famous, and there is no need to say more.

But only true literature lovers know that Márquez and Kundera are hailed as important turning points in South American and Eastern European literature, respectively, and when their works entered Asia, many literary researchers compared the two together, and the choice of Márquez as Kundera's return gift was obviously a deliberate idea.

What's even more interesting is that among Márquez's many works, the early "Colonel Nobody Wrote to Him" is very, very unremarkable, and even many literary researchers consider this work to be a youthful attempt by Márquez - far from his later writing techniques, even the length is very short, but in fact, it is one of Márquez's personal favorites.

Turning the title page of the book, there is a page of letterhead in it, and the above is simply written:

"Lovely Ludwijk,

I must admit that I refused to read One Hundred Years of Solitude until I found it in Spanish at Shakespeare's bookstore in Paris, where I captured Márquez's pessimism, a sentiment of compassion with a fragile beauty, which prompted me to turn to the opportunity for One Hundred Years of Solitude.

Just like the 'unbearable lightness of life', I have always loved Kundera's 'jokes' even more. I'm never sure whether it's the human race that makes the times, or the times that make people, maybe we can find the answer, maybe we need to find ourselves all our lives.

Yours

Captain. ”

Ludvik is the hero of "Joke", and the Colonel is the protagonist of "The Colonel Who Nobody Writes to Him".

Although the name of "Lan Li-Hall" does not appear in the whole text, she knows that this is a letter from Lan Li, a letter with a personal attribute imprint.

It is worth mentioning that this little story has never been published on any platform, and the girl has never mentioned her name, she seems to be a legendary symbol.

Other fans who witnessed the whole process at the airport that day occasionally mentioned it when chatting, but they could only use "she" to refer to it, discussing and discussing, and they could never find the person concerned, so that the authenticity of the matter was questioned, and finally it became a legend that could not be verified.

Only the girl's friends, and the little circle of Don Quixote, had heard the story, and had seen the book and the handwritten letter with their own eyes. They clearly know what kind of actor Lan Li is, and what kind of fans Don Quixote is, which is enough.

That's all for later, and the eyes are back to the airport.

Lan Li accepted the gift, which immediately made the other fans all excited-before Lan Li didn't seem to be able to enter the oil and salt, and they couldn't open the window no matter how hard they tried, but now they see that Lan Li is willing to accept the gift, so does it mean that their gift can also be passed on?

Then, the surging tide became more and more ferocious, and they even forcibly stuffed the gift into Lan Li's hand, hoping that Lan Li would accept it.

With Nathan leaving, Roy had some hard time - he didn't expect that he would need to be protected by security personnel inside the airport, so the relevant staff were not in place, and in the end, it was Annie and Nolan's fellow staff who helped, which allowed Lan Li to get out of the predicament.

Luckily, the exit from the lounge was a bit closer than expected.

In a flash, Lan Li and his party have already approached the vicinity of the airport arrival hall, and the security personnel who quickly greeted them were finally able to relieve their urgent needs, and with their assistance, the fans who were chasing after them were finally separated - but they still did not leave completely, standing not far away, watching Lan Li and the others every move eagerly and enthusiastically.

The short distance of less than 300 meters made Lan Li's back slightly permeate a little sweat, and his body was still slightly uncomfortable, especially in the bustling crowding of fans just now, the sweltering environment exposed the weakness of the body, and the physical exertion was serious.

Now Lan Li can feel the skin of his arm slightly hot, the cold air of the magic capital in the middle of the night in June has a slimy moisture, the whole body has become lazy and soft, all the scenery and characters are blurred in the hazy night, the body touch is dull and unable to capture any information, the footsteps are light and heavy, deep and shallow, even if he knows that all this is an illusion, but his stomach can't help but roll anxiously.

The low-grade fever should not be serious, the main thing is that the body becomes extremely heavy due to fatigue and sleepiness, coupled with the bustling following figure just now, the muscles are more and more tense, and the little feeling is gradually amplified to the extreme, and the control gradually slips from the fingertips, even if he tries to close his palm, he only captures a sense of emptiness, and the whole person shakes with the wind again, and the instability of not being able to touch the ground with his feet always lingers.

Adjust your breathing. Adjust your breathing.

Lan Li quietly controlled the muscles of his body, firmly controlled the state that was presented, and quietly calmed the burning and empty feeling by adjusting his breathing, although the night was still long, and there were one important scene after another waiting for him to deal with, but he could persevere. It's not a hard thing to do! It shouldn't be a hard thing!

Adjust your breathing again.

Lan Li's mood and state regained his footing in the long breath, and everything was fine except for the hot skin.