But no matter what, it can be seen from Yu Hua's ridicule that he himself knows that he is very similar to Hemingway's writing style.

It is also said that Yu Hua and Hemingway are not only very similar in language style, but also have striking similarities in the choice of themes in their works, their works are shrouded in Schopenhauer's pessimistic philosophical thoughts, and both give unique and nuanced bold presentations of death and suffering from different angles.

Speaking of which, we have to talk about Hemingway's experience, in 1918, a few months after he became a newspaper reporter, Hemingway wanted to join the American military to observe the fighting of World War I. However, he failed the physical examination due to his vision defect and was transferred to the Red Cross ambulance team as an ambulance driver.

But on the battlefield, he was hit by machine gun fire and was seriously wounded. When Hemingway returned to the United States from Italy in 1919, these battlefield experiences, along with his father's suicide, left an indelible shadow on his psyche.

Hemingway's disillusionment with life was reinforced by his experience in the First World War, when he said, "On the battlefield, death is easy, and this is something I have seen with my own eyes, and it is true."

From here, it can be seen that Hemingway, who came back from the battlefield, did not see the sacred and glorious shadow of bullshit, on the contrary, he witnessed the meaningless and worthless death of people in the war.

Beautiful dreams are disillusioned in the war, and with it comes boundless pessimism and nothingness that follows the loss of the value of life. It is for this reason that in Hemingway's novels, the themes of pain and death run through the work.

Moreover, when Hemingway was 62 years old, the American writer of the "lost generation" ended his life with a shotgun.

As for Yu Hua, although he has not experienced two wars like Hemingway, his experience is no further away from death than Hemingway.

His father was also a surgeon, and according to Yu Hua's own words, when he was a child, he and his brother had nothing to do, so they stayed in the operating room all day to play. His father was always in and out of the wards and operating rooms covered in blood, and he was often followed by a nurse carrying a bucket of bloody objects.

His family lives across the street from the hospital's morgue, and he can hear miserable cries every few nights, and is often woken up by the cries at night. But he is not afraid at all, and in the summer, he likes to stay alone in the morgue - to enjoy the coolness.

(ps: I won't talk about some other experiences, let's make up for it by ourselves, it can be said that Yu Hua's thinking about nihilism is also because of what he has seen and heard in those ten years.) ）

Therefore, the similarity between Hemingway and Yu Hua in their works is completely traceable.

Zhuang Yan got up from the bed, looked at the time, it was only seven o'clock in the morning, and after washing up, he ran to the hotel restaurant to have breakfast.

After breakfast, he went back to his room to clean up and prepare to go out, which is why he went to bed early last night.

Of course, it wasn't too important, he was just going to go out for a walk, and he wanted to take a stroll around Yanjing, the cultural center of China, to feel the atmosphere of this era.

The predecessor was a complete otaku, who grew up in Jinling from childhood to adulthood, and basically never went to other cities, let alone Yanjing so far away. Not to mention the rest, in such a far place, the predecessor was poor, and I am afraid that I can't even pay for the journey.

When he was in Jinling before, Zhuang Yan was not very interested in going out, one was because his predecessor had lived in Jinling for twenty-three years, even if he was a house, he couldn't be more familiar with such a city, and if he wanted to understand Jinling, he only needed to extract it from the memory fragments of his predecessor. Second, although Jinling is the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, there is still no way to compare with Yanjing, which is the cultural center of China.

However, Zhuang Yan didn't go shopping as he wished, because when he was just about to go out, Yu Hai's phone called.

"Hey, Brother Yu?" Zhuang Yan answered the phone and said with a smile, he had always called Yu Hai as President Yu before, but after meeting yesterday, they became more familiar with each other, so they called him Brother Yu.

Yu Hai's usual hearty laughter sounded, "Haha, I'll call you early in the morning, I didn't disturb your dreams." ”

"It's been a while since you got up, Brother Yu, what's the matter with you?" Zhuang Yan asked.

"That's good, that's right, there are some things on the publishing house's side that need you to come over, do you think it's convenient now?" Yu Hai said.

Zhuang Yan frowned, he planned to go out for a walk, although it was not a matter of urgency, but he didn't want to disrupt his plan with anything, so he asked, "I don't know what it is?"

The meaning in his words was that if it wasn't for something urgent, he wouldn't be able to go, Yu Hai of course also heard this meaning, and said with a smile: "It's not in a hurry, it's just that the layout of the first volume of your "The Adventures of Shuke and Beta" has been determined, and I thought, you happen to be in Yanjing, so it is better to ask you to come and read it directly, and save it later, and pass the manuscript to you later." What, what else do you have to do?"

Zhuang Yan's eyes lit up, the layout of the first volume of "The Adventures of Shuke and Beta" had been determined, which was more important than him shopping, but he had some other considerations, he said: "Since the layout has come out, I should indeed go over to take a look, but is it a little inappropriate for me to go directly to the publishing house?"

Zhuang Yan didn't say it explicitly, but Yu Hai already knew what he meant, "Don't worry, we won't look at the publishing house." I'll bring things to Wang's office, and you can just go to his office. ”

"Okay, I'll go over now?" he said with a smile when he heard that Yu Hai had already thought about it.

"Well, if it's convenient for you, you can go over now, I'll tell Lao Wang now, and I'll bring something up in a while." Yu Hai said with a smile.

After hanging up the phone, Zhuang Yan didn't have any ink, and walked directly towards the building of the "literary and artistic world".

The hotel where he stayed was next to the building of the "Literary and Art World", and the distance between the two buildings was only two or three hundred meters, and it took a few minutes to arrive.

It was smooth to walk all the way to the top floor where Wang Lijian was, and the office building of the "literary and artistic circles" was not a military base, and there were no protective measures like iron walls, and no one suddenly ran out to stop him.

All the way to the top floor, I opened the elevator and saw the little girl named Xiao Li at the front desk again, this Xiao Li did not sit on the chair, but stroked the palm of his hand and stood in front of the elevator entrance.

Seeing Zhuang Yan coming out of the elevator, Xiao Li's eyes lit up and he said excitedly: "Teacher Zhuang, you're here!"