Jia Qianqian washed and went to bed fragrantly. She wore a pink nightdress printed with cartoon characters, and her head rested on one of her father's laps, looking up.

Jia Youwei sat on the edge of the bed, holding a book in his left hand, habitually preparing to read a few pages to her. In fact, of course, I also know that my daughter can fully recognize the Chinese characters in the book.

In his opinion, the fact that more people know Chinese characters does not mean that everyone will be able to read the content of the book and understand the author's intentions.

After all, reading is one thing, understanding is another thing, absorbing the nutrients in the book and turning them into your own nutrition is another thing, and being able to comprehend and create something new is the last thing.

Reading books has a realm. Therefore, it is not because everyone knows Chinese characters that literature is regarded as a thing without thresholds.

If the level itself is not enough, it will inevitably fail to read some books, not understand them, and even become more confused the more they read, and scold the writer for being an idiot.

The reason why Jia Youwei insists on reading aloud to his daughter so unchanged is, on the one hand, mainly to enhance the relationship between father and daughter, after all, there is an interactive process.

On the other hand, it is to cultivate her interest in literature. People who do not have a humanistic spirit may not have a good heart.

And the great business of the Jia family will be handed over to her in the future. Money is a thing that can't be without it, but if there is more, it may not be the more the merrier, which is a good thing.

On the contrary, the terrible thing about poverty is not only that it is transmitted from generation to generation, but also that it distorts human nature and easily induces ugliness in human nature.

"Lao Jia, you should tell me about literature! You can tell me "Dream of Red Mansions", or you can tell me Mo Yan's literary works.

Anyway, as long as you don't read aloud, you can say whatever you want. I realized that the life I was living was not the life of a rich man, but the life of a rich man, is it the one described in the book of the four girls?" Jia Qianqian looked at his father's face and wondered.

Jia Youwei closed the book he had just opened and put it on the bed next to him. After brushing his daughter's bangs a few times with his hand, he said slowly: "The fourth girl is a businessman writer who knows a certain group of people very well, and can provide them with some kind of spiritual satisfaction.

Of course, what he writes is not for nothing. It's like when I was your age, I still liked to watch Grandma Qiong Yao's works. ”

He paused, changed his words, and continued: "Among the most famous contemporary serious literary writers, there is no one more famous than Mo Yan. Personally, my favorite of his works is not "Frog", which won both the Mao Dun Literature Award and the Nobel Prize for Literature, but his "Life and Death Fatigue".

This is a very interesting novel. It tells about the six reincarnations of the protagonist, focusing on the first four reincarnations of his reincarnation as a donkey, a cow, a pig, a dog, and the monkey and the big-headed doll in the shorthand.

The beginning has a meaning, starting from hell. Due to the mistakes in the work of the underworld, the protagonist Simon Nao was unjustly killed, and they neither admitted nor corrected it, and all pushed their own faults on Simon Nao, resulting in mistakes again and again.

Of course, if Simon had relented, this story would not have been able to be written. It is precisely because of Simon's hard bones that there is a good story behind. ”

Jia Qianqian's interest was hooked at once. I originally thought that when my father talked about Mo Yan, he would inevitably say how good the other party's "Frog" was, after all, he was the first Chinese writer to be officially recognized as winning the Nobel Prize in Literature.

However, he said that his favorite work of Mo Yan is the novel "Life and Death Fatigue". This made her both strange and inquisitive.

"Why? If you're bored, Dad won't talk about it. Jia Youwei suddenly remembered that tonight, because his daughter kept saying that his grandfather said, he caused him to be abnormal for a while.

After all, he was extremely disgusted that his dead father had imposed his personal will on him. Therefore, he can't ignore his daughter's feelings just because he likes serious literature.

For most people, serious literature can make people feel bored and bored, so that reading can easily play the role of hypnotization and dozing off.

"You should go on!" Jia Qianqian did not come to the left ear and the right ear out, but urged.

"A landlord who was shot during the land reform, he thought that although he had wealth, he was not guilty, so he cried out for himself in the underworld.

Each time he was reincarnated as a different animal, he never left his family and the land. It is through his eyes, to be precise, the eyes of various animals that the novel observes and savours the transformation of the countryside. ”

As Jia Youwei spoke, he naturally remembered the interesting story of Ximen Chao's first reincarnation as a donkey, but there were three **s, and he was pulled by the master to castrate, so he paused and couldn't help laughing.

"Old Jia, what are you laughing at?" Jia Qianqian didn't know why, he suddenly stood up, and sat cross-legged and looked at him with his little head up.

Of course, Jia Youwei couldn't tell the truth: "I'm laughing at one of the scenes in "Life and Death Fatigue" that Simon was reincarnated for the third time and became a Simon pig.

This not only made it a pig that escaped from the pig farm, but also became the king of pigs living in the wild. It bit the ass of one of the women who had gone to hunt them, causing her to be half ass. ”

After Jia Qianqian listened, he "giggled" and laughed. I didn't expect serious literature to be so funny and interesting.

Jia Youwei waited until his daughter finished laughing, and then went on to speak: "There are also places in the magical realism work "Life and Death Fatigue" that make me uncomfortable.

First, under normal circumstances, the writer himself introduces or mentions other people's works in his own work, but this work has a large introduction to the other works of the writer himself.

It felt like eating sand out of a meal, interrupting the continuity of the story, and it was the first time I've ever seen a novel with such a novel.

Second, Mo Yan does not use me in the first person, but uses the name Mo Yan as a character in the novel, which is not at all like the existence of me in "Frog". ”

"Lao Jia, don't talk about this! You still tell me a lot about the interesting passages in "Life and Death Fatigue". Jia Qianqian's interest is not in the fact that Dad is currently talking about this issue.

"There's nothing more interesting than the human-pig fight. In order not to be hacked to death and slashed by the people who came to encircle them, the pigs, led by Simon Pigs, would also roll in the mud and stain pine needles or something to make armor, so that for the first time, they were able to beat people to the ground.

Of course, people are not stupid, and after the first failure, they will learn from it, so they have a strategy of fire attack. This time it was a big win. Jia Youwei gave a rough explanation to his daughter with the impression of watching "Life and Death Fatigue" many years ago.

"What else, what else?" Jia Qianqian listened with relish, and couldn't wait to urge one after another.

"It's just fun, but it doesn't represent the good of this work. There is a dark side of human nature that reflects this. Simon's death of his original wife is really embarrassing.

She didn't do anything bad, but she was ruthlessly nailed to the title of the landlord's wife is a villain. I don't recommend that you watch "Life and Death Fatigue" right now. When you're at least in high school, it's never too late to watch again. Jia Youwei took the initiative to stretch out his right hand and stroked his daughter's smooth face, which was like peeling off an egg shell.