As soon as nine o'clock in the evening arrived, Jia You pushed open the door of his daughter's bedroom on time and walked in with a smile. As always, he had a fairy tale book in his hand.

Every time Jia Qianqian saw his father express his father's love in such a way, he couldn't help but have the word "naïve" in his heart. Although she said many times that she didn't need him to tell bedtime stories to people like this, it didn't work at all.

The most painful part of her day was not going to school, but having to endure the ravages of her father dancing and reading a fairy tale to her.

"Lao Jia, can you not read a fairy tale to me tonight? Every time you do this, it's too unintentional. Let's change to a new trick, we can talk about something else!" Jia Qianqian preemptively.

Jia Youwei sat on the edge of his daughter's bed and faced her, and did not refuse: "What do you want to talk to me about?"

Jia Qianqian was dressed in a pink nightdress, leaning back on a pillow, holding HelloKitty's pillow with both hands, and two little feet bare.

She thought for himself, "Why do you have to be a writer?"

Jia Youwei began to open the book in his hand and said concisely: "I like it." ”

Jia Qianqian saw his action and understood that his question just now did not arouse his father's interest. She didn't want to listen to the other party read fairy tales to her, so she had an idea and said, "Lao Jia, tell me about the current situation of the Chinese literary scene today! ”

Jia Youwei suddenly stopped turning the pages of the book in his hand, and repeated the "literary world" twice with self-talk. He immediately thought of Han Han's article "The literary world is a fart, don't pretend to be forced by anyone".

Of course, that is only the words of Han Han's family, and does not represent his own opinion. In fact, in Jia Youwei's view, he tends to believe that in a great era, there are no great works.

The reason why he said the word "great" was not to sing the praises of virtue, but to be based on objectivity. In China's history, there is rarely such a good atmosphere as when there was no war, no famine, the people were generally well-fed, and the domestic economy was prosperous.

Even the famous Wenjing Zhizhi, Zhenguan Zhizhi, etc., did not miss wars, famines, peasant uprisings, and was not at all as peaceful and contented as it is now.

Even Mo Yan's "Frog", which won the Nobel Prize in Literature, was not enough to shock his heart. Perhaps, for the members of the Nobel Prize jury, they feel that this magical realism theme is realistic and novel, and they can see the dark side of human nature between the lines, and the bloody coercive methods do not allow women to have more children, but they may not be able to truly understand and read the actual situation in China at that time.

It is a woman's right to have children, and it is still her right to have as many children. However, it is not her right to only give birth without raising and not raising, and causing a serious burden on society.

In the 80s, although China was not poor and white in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, its domestic economy was not very good. Children born in the 80s are just not hungry, but not every household has meat to eat and fruit every day, as they do today.

It is not easy for an ordinary dual-income family in the city to raise a child. Their monthly wages are concentrated in the range of twenty or thirty yuan, or thirty or fifty yuan, and the largest denomination of paper money is ten yuan of great unity.

At that time, how many people in the whole country had seen 10,000 yuan in cash? And even 10,000 yuan households were a very remarkable and proud title.

City dwellers generally lived in neither multi-storey nor elevator apartments, but bungalows, which are now called shantytowns. Not only that, but the living area for each person is also small.

For this reason, let alone the vast rural areas, it is even more difficult. If a family like this wants to raise an extra child, it will definitely be financially enough.

Therefore, it is right to focus on the quality of the population rather than the quantity of the population. What's more, how many ordinary people at that time knew what the contraceptive pill was?

Nowadays, every supermarket and convenience store has *** for sale next to the cash register, or a variety of flavors and brands to choose from.

Jia Youwei, as a post-80s generation in the early days, is completely an only child under such a one-child national policy. He was a first-hand witness, and he didn't feel that he was lonely because he grew up without siblings.

On the contrary, I feel that the biggest advantage is that there is no one to compete with him for the inheritance of the inheritance, and all of it belongs to the individual.

After all, in real life, it is not uncommon for brothers and sisters to turn against each other and speak ill of each other, and it is not uncommon for human brains to be beaten into dog brains in order to share more inheritance.

"Old Jia, why don't you speak?" Jia Qianqian noticed that his father was silent and distracted, so he couldn't help but ask again.

"Many so-called writers nowadays, on the one hand, are anti-government, anti-system, anti-mainstream, anti-this, anti-that, on the other hand, they want to be recognized by the government, enter the system, enter the mainstream, and become not anti-this, not anti-that.

There is very little left for them to deceive the world and steal their names and deceive the masses who do not know the truth. I basically put all my mind into this, and there will be extra thoughts to create.

As Jia Pingwa said in "Waste Capital" through the mouth of the old man who collected the rags, first-class writers rely on politics and keep up with officials as staff. The second-class writer jumped ship and helped the company write advertisements.

Third-class writers entered the underworld and edited and printed ** for money. Four types of writers write manuscripts and play high with hunger. Fifth-class writer, you are down, × wipe the ditch and yourself yourself. Jia Youwei closed the book in his hand and said with feelings.

He reacted suddenly, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "How can I talk to you about this little doll? I'll tell you a fairy tale." ”

"Lao Jia, don't, please let go. If you have to show your fatherly love for me, then don't read me fairy tales anymore. Fairy tales are all lies.

You might consider reading Guo Jingming's work to me before I go to bed. His books are very popular in our school. Jia Qianqian made a cross of his hands and made his own suggestion at the same time.

Jia Youwei immediately thought of Zha Jianying's many times in "Qiang Qiang Threesome", and her daughter couldn't read Guo Jingming's books when she was twelve years old.

In other words, her daughter still liked the books of the fourth girl before she was twelve years old. For this reason, it is also a good choice to use Guo Jingming's book to read to her daughter. And the little girl likes his work more.

"Okay, I accept your offer. Jia Youwei smiled.