Adventures in Heaven (novel) Zhang Baotong

Two months later, around the beginning of autumn, I had just returned home and saw a woman in her mid-fifties sitting in my house, crying and talking to her wife. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info I thought this was some acquaintance of my wife, so I didn't care, and went into the inner room to turn on the computer and chat with netizens. Before we could talk a few words, my wife came to call me and said that they had come to look for me, and they had searched almost all of this area before they touched our door. I asked her who she was and what she was doing with me. Because I have always grown up in the South, there are few relatives, friends and acquaintances here except for a few classmates and colleagues. My wife said she didn't know each other either, but I heard her say that her son and I knew each other.

I went into the living room and sat across from the old man. It was then that I recognized the old man as the young man's mother. Without waiting for me to ask, the old man wept and handed me a postmarked letter that read:

Hello parents, I took the train to Xining, and then I took the military vehicle to Lhasa. In Lhasa, I found an acquaintance in a travel agency who introduced me as a guide to the Fairy Lake as a group of Chinese and foreign tourists. After that, I came to the foot of the sacred peak, crossed the fork of the three rivers, and entered the narrow stone wall. However, when I came to the grove beneath the great ice peak, I was no longer in sight of the cave of the stream that had led me to heaven, and the stream had only flowed into a small pool in the forest, seeping through the void in the earth. When I looked closely, I found that the entrance to the cave had been sealed with a boulder, and that the edge of the sealed boulder was covered with moss and green grass. Obviously, I can't enter the kingdom of heaven from here. So, I had no choice but to return to the lake of the fairies and rest for the night, so that tomorrow I could try to find my way to heaven elsewhere. If there is no hope, I will return to Xi'an within a month, and I will never return to heaven. If I don't return after a month, there are two possible outcomes: either I do return to Heaven or I die. At this time, I was sitting alone in the hut of the old man Zaba, thinking about the touching scenes of you raising me through hardships and giving me true feelings and love. However, the foolish Longhua is not filial, and he failed to give his parents and two elders a sincere return, but gave you a lot of sorrow and sorrow of parting. However, children will not forget the affection of their parents, and once they settle down in Heaven, they will definitely bring their parents to Heaven to share blessings. The night is dark, the child is about to rest, and there will be hard work tomorrow, so I can't talk about it more, so I will stop writing. Unfilial son: Longhua respects. July 5, 1997 on the shores of Fairy Lake.

When I finished reading the letter, the old man cried and said, "It has been more than a month since he wrote the letter, but I still don't know whether he is dead or alive." It's not easy for me to tell others about this, I'm afraid that others will laugh at it, so I have to come to you, you are a well-informed person, look at Longhua, is he dead or alive now? "In my opinion, it will be difficult for Long Hua to find his way to Heaven again, because in his story, I have read many times that Heaven is surrounded by towering ice peaks and snow-capped mountains, and it is difficult for even eagles to fly, let alone an untrained and helpless person. However, I can't say that, I can't make the old man feel sad and hopeless. So, I said, "Maybe he's gone to heaven." Heaven is far away, isolated from the world, and there is no communication, and he is afraid that he will not be able to pass on the news. However, I don't think he will be back in a few years, and it will not be his home after all. ”

Hearing me say this, the old man's heart seemed to open up a little, and his face showed a faint joy. She carefully closed the envelope and said to me with a sigh, "You don't know what my dad and I have been up with all our hearts in the past year. After sending the old man away, I told my wife about it, but she said, "This man is insane, I'm afraid he took the wrong medicine." There is no heaven or heaven, it is all nonsense and self-deception. "Hearing my wife so incomprehensible, I didn't want to talk to her more, so I went into the back room to chat with netizens.

Sometimes, I wonder why people would rather spend money to chat with others online than talk to their loved ones close to them. Maybe the relatives are too close, and what should be said has already been said; Maybe your relatives don't understand you at all, and it's easy to cause arguments when you speak, causing quarrels and discord; Maybe there are some things you want to say that happen to be taboo and hated by your relatives. This is not the case online, where you can use a pseudonym to make small talk with another person of the opposite sex, and there are so many topics that you can choose at will.

At this time, I happened to choose this topic, and the other party was a girl named Wenjun. Maybe she's a lover of literature, maybe she's still young, full of naivety and fantasy, so after listening to my story, she asks me to tell her a brief story. It was only in the narration given to her that I realized how much people want to tell their stories to others. However, this simple and beautiful wish is not easy to achieve. The young man had told his story to many relatives and friends, but none of them had the patience to listen to it. Now the young man is probably dead, and I am the only master of the story. So, I would love to tell this story to a strange person of the opposite sex. Because talking to strangers of the opposite sex makes it easier to communicate with each other and be understood, without being ridiculed and ridiculed.

The stranger was not actually a girl of the opposite sex, but a middle-aged man who worked as an editor at a publishing house, and he listened to my synopsis of the story, said that it was a good novel subject, asked me to try to write it, and gave me some references. I was very inspired and encouraged by this, but I also knew that writing a novel is not like writing a speech report at the workers' congress, but requires a high level of narrative ability and artistic skills. But I've never written a novel, not even a single essay, and I don't know if I'm really up to the task, or if I have the patience and endurance to do it. However, I finally made up my mind and began to sit in front of the computer and write this novel titled "Journey to Heaven". This was partly due to the kind editor's repeated urging and encouragement, but more importantly, I felt that it was important for people to know that there was a young man named Long Hua who had been to the Kingdom of Heaven, and that between the Gangdis Mountains in Tibet and the snow-capped peaks of the Himalayas, there was a yet-unknown Kingdom of Heaven, isolated from the rest of the world, in the idyllic farming Han Dynasty.

At first, I only planned to write 150,000 or 60,000 words of the novel, but in the end, I wrote more than 200,000 words. Since I have never written a novel, I have only tried to write as straightforward as possible about the stories and experiences told by the young man named Long Hua, and it is up to the reader to judge how well the novel is written, whether it is touching, and whether it can make people feel real and credible. Therefore, I will not gossip and tell the story directly.

August 20, 200 in the northern suburbs of Xi'an