A month later, Jia Ziyu and her servants moved out of here, but instead of returning to Southeast Asia, they found a satisfactory place to stay in the capital.

The Jia family, an ancestral deep house compound, has been restored to the peaceful days of an adult man, a little girl, and a dog.

"Life" was published in the national literary journal "Harvest", which caused a great sensation. Although Jia Youwei published "Border City", he did not get such a strong response.

Actually, after thinking about it for a long time, I completely figured it out. It's not a matter of time, after all, good works stand the test of time.

Even if both are novellas, they can't hide the literary artistry of "Border City", which is indeed much higher than "Life".

However, the goodness and aesthetics of "Border City" can only be felt by real literary youth in a particularly small circle, but it is not like "Life", which can be accepted, understood, and comprehended by ordinary people.

The first feeling of ordinary people watching "Border City" is often the word "bland". In Jia Youwei's view, the positive energy in "Life" is not good in literature, but bad, after all, the writer himself is too subjective and deliberately portrays the characters.

The end of a character like Gogarin in real life is either to become decadent, to collapse, or to commit suicide. This makes the characters themselves most in line with the tragic beauty of realistic literature.

Jia Youwei likes the great American writer Capote's non-fiction literature "In Cold Blood". It was also the pinnacle of the other party's work, which established its important position in the history of American literature, and was hailed as "the most perfect writer of the postwar generation".

The writer himself has repeatedly met the murderer in prison many times, and has also obtained first-hand writing materials from the other party.

In the end, Capote could have hired a lawyer for the murderer and then helped him escape the death penalty. But he didn't.

This is not because the murderer deserves to be sentenced to death by the judge, but because he ends it in order to give the literary and artistic character of the work the tragic beauty that it should have.

Capote became famous for "Breakfast at Tiffany's" and became world-famous because of Austria Hepburn's role as the heroine of the film adaptation of the novel.

Similarly, Capote ended his writing career with "In Cold Blood". Since the publication of "In Cold Blood", he could not write a complete work until his death.

As I said on my deathbed, I was an alcoholic. I'm a drug addict. I'm gay. I'm a genius. Even so, I could be a saint.

Then again, "Life" was originally published in the third issue of "Harvest" in 1982. At that time, China was not the world where you wanted to publish a book, but the publisher didn't give it, and you could publish a book by paying for it yourself.

There are fixed indicators every year. You have to have indicators before you can publish a book. Otherwise, even if the content, ideology, and other aspects fully comply with the regulations on the management of book publishing, it will not work.

The most important thing is also not as important as today's is the commercial value of the book itself, whether it can be sold, whether it can be popular, and whether it can be adapted into film and television works......

Jia Youwei held this issue of the "Harvest" publication delivered by the postman in his hand, and stood at the gate and saw the publication of "Life" for a long time, and slowly walked into the courtyard after thinking about it, and began to wander aimlessly by himself.

He then thought that "Border City" has the beauty of literature, and it is a piece of jade in the original area. Literature itself, like the most delicious dish, retains its original flavor.

The greatest chefs also try their best to preserve the true flavor of their ingredients. Therefore, the best and most delicious cooking method is also the easiest, and the condiment is only a little salt on top.

"Old Jia, have you fallen into the evil spirit?" Jia Qianqian came home from school, and as soon as he stepped into the door, he saw his abnormal father.

Jia Youwei came back to his senses, stopped, looked at his daughter, and pretended to be a little angry and said, "A dog's mouth can't spit out ivory." ”

"Gee, of course a dog's mouth can't spit out ivory. Have you ever seen a fat man spit out ivory? Otherwise, wouldn't we have to make a fortune again?" Jia Qianqian laughed.

Jia Youwei held "Harvest" in his hand, and carried it behind his back, just thinking about saying the words "wash your hands and eat", but was preempted by her daughter and said: "What did you hide behind you? ”

Jia Qianqian trotted over to his father, and took the initiative to reach out and take it. Jia Youwei just didn't give it to her, and as soon as he raised his right hand, he raised the "Harvest" he was holding.

Jia Qianqian padded his feet and stretched out his hands, but he couldn't reach them. So, she jumped up and grabbed it. I jumped several times, but I still didn't get it.

"It's a good day for my aunt to be here!" Jia Qianqian stopped jumping, and stood and began to complain.

"You have no position. When your aunt was there, I wished she was gone. Now, why did you suddenly think of her again?" Jia Youwei wondered why his daughter suddenly said about this.

"Actually, it's not without benefit that my aunt is here. You see, at the very least, I don't need to eat every meal as a standard with two dishes and one soup, but I really live the life of a daughter. Jia Qianqian's two eyes pretended not to look at the things on his father's right hand, and he sighed a lot.

Jia Youwei gently tapped the "Harvest" magazine on his right hand and gently tapped her little head, relaxed his vigilance and said: "Eat, eat, eat, aren't you afraid to eat yourself like a fat pig? ”

Before he finished speaking, Jia Qianqian snatched the "Harvest" in his hand with lightning speed. "Giggled" out of the laughter, not only turned around and ran a long distance, but also turned to face her father again, provocatively made a grimace.

"If you don't give it to me, if you don't give it to me. Look, I still got it!" Jia Qianqian held the "Harvest" in both hands, lifted it high above his head, and twisted his small body left and right without changing his way.

Jia Youwei blurted out a "small sample" as if he didn't care, and then made a 100-meter sprint at his daughter.

Jia Qianqian saw that the situation was not good, and before he could turn around and run a few steps, he was picked up by his father and the book.

"Make you proud. See if I don't smash your little ass. Jia Youwei scared his daughter.

"Ahh Jia Qianqian pursed his lips and said in frustration.