Chapter 145, Idealist

"Hello Mr. Zheng!"

In the Best Western Bologna Hotel in Venice, Zheng Zhi and Wang Cong sat opposite each other, and there were three Taiyan sitting on the side.

Wang Cong looked at Zheng Zhi and then at the three of Girls' Generation, and finally wisely didn't ask anything.

"Hello, Miss Wang!" Zheng Zhi also greeted politely.

"Excuse me, I remember a colleague once told me that you never accept interviews from Chinese media!" Wang Cong came up and threw out an unusually sharp question.

Just after the first day of the Venice Film Festival, Jung Zhi took Taeyeon and the three to the hotel that had been booked a long time ago. And Wang Cong was unwilling to fail.

To her surprise, Zheng Zhi actually agreed to be interviewed by her.

So there is this previous conversation!

Zheng Zhi was not flustered when he heard Wang Cong ask such a sharp question at this time. He actually wanted to explain this question for a long time, but he never waited for the opportunity.

And today, maybe it's the right opportunity!

Zheng Zhi took a sip of the coffee in front of him, and said with a straight face: "Indeed, I never explained the interviews of the Chinese media before this!" ”

Wang Cong was stunned when he heard this, and asked with some emotion: "Why?" Because you don't like China? ”

Zheng Zhi shook his head slightly, "No, it's because I'm not ready!" ”

Wang Cong was puzzled, "Not ready?" ”

"Yes!" Zheng Zhi nodded.

"How so?" Wang Cong squinted slightly and flicked his bangs.

"My father is Chinese! He taught me from a young age that my roots are in China. Zheng Zhi's words were sonorous and powerful.

Wang Cong nodded when he heard this. With these few words, the report on him can be regarded as whitewashing! Of course, it depends on how he does it and how he says it. After all, it is still necessary to speak with facts.

Zheng continued slowly: "I was born in the United States! My nationality says American, but my father told me that I am a Chinese! This confused me as a child. Where do I really belong? ”

Speaking of this, Zheng Zhi seemed to be reminded of his childhood. Those days when my perception was full of conflicts.

"My father only taught me the principles of being a human being, but he never explained what determines the connection between people and the country. At that time, I was always hurt by this kind of crack culture! ”

"Crack culture?" When Wang Cong heard this term, he couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, the culture of the cracks. One is always in the middle of the two sides, unable to advance or retreat. Zheng Zhi sighed leisurely.

"Those Americans don't recognize us! Although they superficially appear to be worthy of them, they are compatible with each other, equal in ethnicity and equal in culture. Everyone is free. But in reality they always seem to be on guard against us! We couldn't find a sense of belonging there. This is undoubtedly unusually bad for a child. Because children are sensitive! ”

Zheng Zhi took a sip of coffee and continued to talk about the suffering of Chinese Americans.

"But when we listen to our father's teachings and make China our home, we are also very hurt. We do not expect any benefit from our home country. We have not even set foot in that sacred homeland that only exists in our dreams. But all the Chinese we come into contact with always regard us as traitors in the first place. Or express envy of our current situation. ”

Zheng Zhi said and shook his head.

"You can't ask a person who has been living in the United States to become a Chinese citizen. Our business, our homeland, are on the other side of the ocean. We can't just run back all of a sudden. Such a request is not fair to us. Because we were born, no one ever gave us a choice. It was the decision of our fathers, and we just passively endured it. And when we grew up, we didn't even see what it was like there. You ask us to love there and tolerate it. ”

Zheng Zhi took a deep breath, as if the next sentence would take a lot of effort to say: "I'm sorry, we can't do it!" ”

Wang Cong listened to his speech and suddenly didn't know how to answer. Such prejudice is also in her mind! She couldn't deny it. She wants to sue him, we have no ill will towards you, we accept it!

But in reality, too many people call them banana people, wary or even hostile to them.

Zheng Zhi seems to see Wang Cong's contradictions. He smiled and continued, "Actually, these are nothing! ”

"Nothing?" Wang Cong asked subconsciously.

"Yes, nothing!" Zheng Zhi nodded and repeated.

Wang Cong looked at Zheng Zhi in confusion. Some can't understand the change in his attitude before and after.

In fact, that sense of belonging exists in Mandarin. When we learned Chinese civilization with our parents and considered ourselves the descendants of Yan and Huang, in fact, in our bloodline, we had already made a choice. We are Chinese, basically we hold different nationalities and live in different countries. Thousands of miles away. We speak the same language. We have the same culture in our bones. That's our roots! ”

Wang Cong's eyes were brilliant when he heard this, and he couldn't help but say: "There should be applause here!" She clapped a few times playfully.

Zheng Zhi waved his hand, indicating that he did not dare to be. After taking a sip of coffee, he continued: "Even so, our state of existence is still out of the cracks. So we're hungry for change. A lot of us, they've chosen to go to America. Because we live on this land after all. Basically, we are no longer recognized here, and the vast majority of us can only choose to fit in here. But that doesn't mean we've completely abandoned our homeland. ”

Zheng Zhi paused, and added: "There may be people like that, but I don't know what kind of position to use to face them." We have no kindness to them. We don't seem to have much of a position to blame them either. And there are some people, who are immersed in the ancient civilization of China. They seek a cultural affiliation that recognizes their ancestors. It's just that these people usually end up living in poverty. After all, we live in the United States. If you don't agree here, you will be abandoned here. Complete! ”

Wang Cong seemed to be able to feel the sadness in this passage. I can't help but be silent.

"So I decided to take a completely different path!" Zheng Zhi's words suddenly became high-spirited.

Wang Cong raised his head when he heard this, only to see that his face was full of energy, and it seemed to be full of a completely different kind of vitality.

"I want to promote the fusion of Eastern and Western cultures. Let us, the crowd in the cracks, no longer be unable to advance or retreat. I know it's going to take very, very hard work, but somebody has to do it. ”

Wang Cong didn't know what to say at this time. This ideal is obviously biased towards the ideal. The integration of Eastern and Western cultures, this short sentence, but talking about the content is an almost impossible task.

These are completely different civilizations formed over thousands of years, and the prejudices and differences between them are so great that they are almost heaven and earth apart!

"I understand! I understand how ridiculous and difficult such an idea is! There is no better understanding of the differences between these two cultures than those of us who live in the cracks. But, in any matter, someone has to do it. We can't keep this distinction alive. Perhaps, the difference can be stored in zài. But disagreement, prejudice should not exist! Because these things are the source of many disputes, contradictions. In the final analysis, cultural differences are cognitive differences. ”

Speaking of this, Zheng Zhi paused, as if trying to recall something: "Just like Premier Zhou said: seek common ground while reserving differences!" Only in this way can many things that could have been avoided not happen. Although I am a small talker, I am willing to contribute my own strength. ”

Zheng Zhi's words were firm and powerful. His words were idealistic naïve and harmless. Although it seems a little ridiculous, it makes people unable to laugh out loud. No one is qualified to laugh at a man who has peace and beauty in his heart. You can distrust him, but you shouldn't laugh at him! If you don't even tolerate the basics of his deposit. Then the world may really despair!

"It's such a big idea, I don't know how to answer it for a while!" Wang Cong felt that he was a little confused.

Zheng Zhi smiled understandingly: "In fact, this kind of thinking is more still on paper, ideal." What I'm trying to do at this stage is to bring each other's literary dynasties deeper into each other. Before I can do that, I have to do one thing! ”

"What's the matter?" Wang Cong cooperated in a timely manner.

"I want to get cultural recognition on both sides first! And this kind of heartfelt recognition is actually very difficult. Too many people can't even recognize themselves. Not to mention being recognized by this culture, and being able to become a representative of this culture. I've been trying to make myself recognized by Western civilization and see me as a representative of a culture. And the color of my skin, my race, makes it naturally harder for me to get such recognition than white people. So I try to avoid contact with my home country. Because that would make it more complicated! ”

Wang Cong felt that he could speak up immediately. She nodded. Agree.

"Now I'm pretty much on it! And the next step, I am about to land in Asia and try to gain the recognition of Eastern civilization! What I want to do is to get to know each other better. Let each other truly find common ground and communion in their respective cultures. With such a foundation, later talents are more likely to succeed! ”

Wang Cong clapped his hands vigorously. A round of applause for the idealists. Regardless of success or failure, for the supreme lofty ideal, salute!