Aerodrome.

Zuo Youyou pushed three large boxes and stood at the boarding gate nervously.

Zuo's father patted her on the shoulder and said, "When I got over there, my mentality was calm." If you can read it, you can read it, but if you can't read it, forget it. ”

Zuo's mother said: "Yes, the main thing is to have a good mentality, don't be depressed." If you don't want to study, drop out, let's focus on relaxation and leisure. ”

Zuo Youyou was speechless: "Can't you expect me to be better?" ”

Zuo's father muttered: "After all, it's Harvard University, if you go to Harbin Buddhist College, it will definitely be different." ”

Zuo Youyou: ...... It's good, I know it's my own father.

The announcement of boarding the plane sounded again, Zuo Youyou hugged his parents, and his eyes were a little sour: "Dad, Mom, I'm leaving." Take care of yourself. ”

Zuo's father waved his hand: "Your mother is in good health, since you decided to go to Harvard University for graduate school, she can't wait to soak in the square dance around our house every day, be sure to inform everyone of this good news." ”

Zuo's mother glared at him: "I don't know who it is, since you were on TV, he recorded the news and played it on a loop at home." ”

Zuo Youyou thought about that picture, his toes began to pick the ground, and his eyes were not sore.

Under the proud farewell of Zuo's father and mother, Zuo Youyou finally walked towards a new starting point in life.

She couldn't help but look back again.

There is no such person.

Zuo Youyou lowered his head and laughed at himself as he walked.

When handing over the resignation report, Bai Xinshu talked to her.

"Decided to go to further education?"

"Yes." Zuo Youyou whispered, "Although there is no recruitment threshold for Huaxia Shulin, I actually know it...... My education is not enough in this industry. ”

Bai Xinshu sat opposite, behind the silver-framed eyes, a pair of black glass-like eyes, as if there were thousands of emotions, looking at her.

"You're right." Bai Xinshu said slowly, "If you want to continue in this industry and go to further your studies while you are young, it is indeed a good choice, not to mention ...... Such a good school. ”

His voice was a little stoic. Zuo Youyou raised his head.

The two looked at each other and were silent for a while.

Bai Xinshu suddenly asked, "Have you ever hesitated?" Between continuing with the present life and seeking new developments? ”

Zuo Youyou knew what the Bai Xin tree meant.

Between them, there is ambiguity and feelings, and if they continue with their current lives, they may go further.

Zuo Youyou looked at the black and long eyelashes of the Bai Xin tree, which hung down softly, casting a faint shadow on the eyelids. The bridge of his nose is so high that you want to trace it with your hands.

The eyes were raised again, looking at her.

Does she like cypress?

Like.

If she leaves this person, she will definitely regret it in the future. Zuo Youyou knows.

But did she hesitate?

Zuo Youyou looked at the Bai Xin tree and shook his head slowly.

"I didn't hesitate." She said slowly but clearly, with a sour heart.

She is determined to choose her future.

Zuo Youyou repeated: "There is no hesitation. ”

There is no hesitation, but it does not mean that there are no regrets and no losses.

Zuo Youyou looked into Bai Xinshu's eyes.

Bai Xinshu looked at Zuo Youyou for a long time, so long that the sunlight behind him almost pierced her eyes with tears.

The sun is so annoying.

So bright, so bright, almost one has nowhere to hide one's mind.

Zuo Youyou stretched out his hand to block the sunlight in the airport passage. She was pierced with tears by the sun, and as soon as the wind blew, she dried up.

Facing the sun, Zuo Youyou dragged his luggage and walked to the plane.

on the plane.

The sun shines through the porthole and shines on Zuo Youyou's side face.

Zuo Youyou was really annoyed, stretched out his hand, and closed the porthole with a "bang".

She lowered her head and took advantage of the time before take-off to send WeChat.

Xun Yingzheng said sympathetically: "You can really do it, such a handsome guy, you can lose it if you say it." ”

Zuo Youyou sent a crying expression: "I don't want to either!" ”

Xun Ying: "Never considered giving up your future for love? ”

Zuo Youyou replied in seconds: "No." ”

Zuo Youyou: "I have no background, no family background, and I don't have the conditions for a love brain." ”

Xun Ying: "But you're about to have a degree." Dog's head/"

Zuo Youyou held his phone in a daze.

At this time, a slender hand with a bone knuckle stretched out from the side, and a faint ink mark was stained on the middle finger.

This hand opens the porthole.

The sun splashed Zuo Youyou's head.

Zuo Youyou stared at the phone screen, frowned, and closed the porthole again.

The hand did not give up, and opened the porthole again.

Zuo Youyou was angry and turned his head: "This ......" Her eyes widened, and she couldn't say the rest of the words.

The tree sat beside her, looking at her for a long time.

Zuo Youyou's face was shocked and speechless.

The cypress tree is leisurely and does not speak.

Zuo Youyou pointed to the Bai Xin tree and continued to be speechless.

The perkins tilted his head and did not speak.

Zuo Youyou took a few deep breaths, and finally found his voice:

"You, you...... Top dog! Are you traveling? ”

Bai Xin Shu stalled his hands: "There is no difference." You don't have to call me boss anymore, I finally made my choice. ”

Zuo Youyou gasped: "What?!" Did you leave your job? How would you? ”

Bai Xinshu nodded: "Is there anything strange?" Life is a wilderness, not a track. Now that the compilation of the Chinese Dictionary has been completed, I can finally unload my burden and restart my life. ”

Zuo Youyou was a little confused: "Restart your life? ”

Bai Xinshu nodded: "I seem to be destined to cultivate the canon, since I was a child, everyone around me said so." Moreover, my great-grandfather, grandfather, and father all worked hard all their lives to repair the scriptures, and I did it naturally. ”

"Now that I've fulfilled the responsibility on my shoulders, I want to take apart my twenty years old."

"Twenty?"

"Hmm. I remember Wang Xiaobo saying that the age of 20 is the golden age of life, I want to love, I want to eat, and I want to become a half-light and half-dark cloud in the sky. I've dreamed of being twenty years old since I was a child...... It's a pity that my twenty-year-old is digging graves. ”

Zuo Youyou laughed.

Bai Xin said gently, "I want to love." So, can I love you? ”

Zuo Youyou lowered his head and snickered in his heart.

But he didn't show weakness: "I need to think about it." ”

The plane began to glide and take off. The sun hit Zuo Youyou's arrogant little face.

Her hair grew a little longer and slacked softly over her shoulders.

Bai Xinshu resisted the urge to touch the ends of her hair, and asked nervously, "How long will it take?" ”

Zuo Youyou looked at the rising sun and the sea of clouds outside the porthole, and smiled: "It depends on the mood." ”

Look at the mood?

Bai Xinshu smacked for a long time, and suddenly blessed his heart, stretched out his hand, and tentatively touched Zuo Youyou's head.

Zuo Youyou didn't look back, but he didn't dodge either.

The ears are red.

Bai Xinshu's smile grew bigger and bigger.

He pulled out a pen and opened the soft leather notebook.

It records what Professor Park told him about the expression of love.

1. Praise her √

2. Know her preferences √

3. Support her √ with practical actions

The tip of Bai Xinshu's pen stops at "4. Choose her firmly at the moment of making a life choice".

Seriously √.

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Author's postscript

"Another talented young man has lost his long and beautiful life in the sunset industry that is about to end."

This is the first sentence Chen Zhao said after Zuo Youyou entered the industry, and it was also the words of "Chen Zhao" in real life who mocked me (by the way) when I entered the industry.

Later, I asked "Chen Zhao", can I write you into the book?

"Chen Zhao" readily agreed, and strongly demanded that the "day" in his name be retained.

It's an attitude.

1. Historiography is the study of people

When the editor in charge of French fries first mentioned the subject of "ancient books" to me, I refused in my heart.

Because the current state of ancient books does not need me to say more.

The topic is serious, the core is hard, and the prospect is heavy.

The farthest distance in the world is that I myself made 1,000 historical materials, stacked them in the warehouse, and only sold 2 copies, or sold them to doctoral students in related majors.

Yes, I even added their WeChat (there is also this paragraph in the novel).

In the novel, the confusion of the Bai Xin tree is actually my confusion, and the Bai Xin tree will be bruised by the cruel history, and so will I.

The spirit soars high in the sky, and the flesh rubs and rubs against the ground.

When coming into contact with real historical materials, this confusion and abrasions are often unavoidable. The undisguised side of history is somewhat hideous, and the veil of historical figures is more emotionally damaging after being removed.

Rubbing friction like the pace of the devil.

However, we should also realize that despite the irreversibility of the weight of history, there are always people who have the courage to be retrograde of the times, and to do things that were "not advocated" by the laws and ethics of the time, but to protect the important heritage of mankind.

How do we explain this courage? Is it moral? Apparently not.

In the dimension of time, it may be immoral in one decades, but it will become moral in the next. Morality is fluid and changing.

In particular, the modern century has been an era of great ideological changes, and jurisprudence and ethics have undergone numerous sharp turns in the past century. This is a very representative century in the history of thought, and it is also the original intention of my interception of this historical material.

So, I arranged for Zuo Youyou to have several conversations with Dr. Caleb on ethics.

When we talk about ethics and jurisprudence, we are essentially talking about social rules. But in the 100 years of change, the repeated and sharp changes in social rules have obviously thrown people into a situation where they are at a loss.

The turmoil of the times and the dilemma of survival have produced a kind of human torture on people.

In this dimension, "real" becomes shaky.

From this, a rift arises: the rules are established, but the "people" are alive. The resulting conflict is not only the conflict between man and fate, but also the time when social rules are broken and unable to support and restrain people's behavior.

Man follows the drive of his heart, and in ancient Greece, there was an important word called "Eros", Eros, eros.

The word is obviously a bit heavy.

So I simply define it as "preference".

So in this century of great change, because of "preference", everyone in the book can make "reasonable" and "unreasonable" actions at the same time.

Therefore, I asked Bai Xinshu to repeatedly tell Zuo Youyou that historiography is human science. All of people, good and bad, noble and warm, cruel and despicable, there is history.

Stretched over thousands of years, there is no eternal, supreme truth. Both jurisprudence and ethics are constantly flowing and changing, and obviously cannot be used as an anchor to support this theme.

So what is unchanging? It's people.

So, in the end, I decided to focus on "people" or, more precisely, on "preference".

Historiography is the study of people, but people have preferences.

2. On black humor and absurdity

Because the subject matter of "ancient books" is relatively "heavy", I hope to deconstruct this "heavy" in a way that is light to the point of being almost absurd.

On the market, there are not many high-quality content that seriously introduces traditional culture, but most of them are relatively "heavy".

Problems are difficult to solve, whether they are historical or structural. The feelings are so heavy, and when I see the end, it always weighs heavily on my heart.

I have loved traditional Chinese culture since I was a child, and this is why I have decided the direction of my life. But I don't want to enshrine that love on the altar.

So I'm hoping to try more.

Use a kind of "black humor" way, with almost absurd "funny" and even "sand sculptures" to show the heavy, sharp, rough, and helpless ancient book work.

For example, throughout the whole text: money money money money. No matter what the topic is, when you go to the topic selection meeting, the first thing you have to ask is: Do you have money? We don't do it without money~

For example, it took a lot of effort to sort out the manuscript, and in the end only 60 copies were printed.

For example, the best sellers are Chenggong and Chicken Soup Literature, and when Xiao Gong was in charge of the warehouse, he ordered ancient books to make room for chicken soup books.

For example, Zuo Youyou decided to do five success books and reward himself for making an ancient book.

For example, rookies from famous schools who have just worked, most of them have a cognitive level of ancient characters that are not as good as those of young 19th typesetters.

For example, the castration of cruel historical materials, poor preservation of photographs, and some historical problems.

For example, Lao Shi's wife is actually a tribute to all great and unknown anthropologists.

Wait a minute.

There are also many jokes about sand sculptures that come from cruel real life.

For example, Zuo Youyou's mobile phone is broken, and if it is not repaired or bought, I choose to support it, which comes from my own real experience. When I first started working, I was very poor, and I continued to use the broken screen of my mobile phone, and I dropped glass slag while using it. I left my phone on the bed when I went to bed at night, woke up in the middle of the night by the slag of glass, and got up to sweep the sheets.

For example, young people who have just stayed in the big city, facing the problem of survival, settle in the urban village for the first time, and even the pressure cooker is the kind that burns the fire, and accidentally fris the kitchen.

For example, Jian Xingzhou rented a house, the water pipe blew up, he clashed with the landlord, and finally he was hit on the head by the landlord, which happened to my summer intern, and I also went to get him as described in the novel, and finally he left the first-tier city angrily because of this incident.

But the more cruel life is, the more we need the courage to laugh and talk.

I hope to write about the heavy and helpless current situation in a humorous tone, and package the sharp and stinging parts in a funny way, so as to achieve a kind of mockery of difficulty:

Do you think you can do anything to me?

Stupid.

I think that the spiritual core of contemporary young people is black humor: deconstructing very heavy things with an almost absurd humor, such as "lying flat", such as "going crazy".

But deconstruction alone is not enough. In the narrative of black humor, if someone takes it seriously and rushes to persuade "don't lie flat" and "don't go crazy", it is equivalent to completing the reconstruction of the narrator and the reader, and this kind of black humor can be regarded as completely realized in the culture.

Therefore, compared with the solemn classical spirit, I hope that this is an ancient book that can allow readers to "eat" in the postmodern era.

We have yearning, but we don't talk about feelings. We have difficulties, but we don't complain. When we encounter problems that we can't solve, then we can easily tell the readers about these problems, maybe the smart readers will have a way?

You see, ancient books are a lot of fun.

When writing a dissertation, in the last part of the dissertation, I will write down the problems encountered in the research that cannot be solved at present, and leave it for further research and discussion with my colleagues.

After laughing at this little book, readers may find that there are many absurd and humorous situations described in the book, which are just real and unsolvable.

That's what I've written down to ask you readers.

These issues will be left to continue discussion with colleagues.

3. Attempts at narrative: Online texts imply a common narrative between the "implicit author" and the reader

The image of the narrator "Zuo Youyou" originally came from my editor-in-charge French fries.

One day, while we were chatting, the fries became interested in my work as an editor of ancient books.

I don't understand, but I'm shocked.

With such an unfashionable job, I feel that if I put the word "editor" on it, half of the readers will be lost.

As a result, the fries became my "eyes" – oh, is that how people who have never been trained in the subject see this field?

Zuo Youyou is such a pair of "eyes".

She has not received a long disciplinary training, nor does she have an industry background, so naturally she has no information cocoon, and she is an outright "intruder".

How would such a narrator, breaking into an almost closed industry, tell the story?

Things are starting to get interesting (villain's tone).

Immediately after, the fries came to me: "Baozi, think of a few book titles, more popular." ”

I made a list with gusto.

The Lost Lady

"Ancient Books and Miscellaneous Servants"

The History of the New Confucian Scholars

……

I consulted with my classmates and friends, and they all agreed that it was popular and elegant, that the hidden dictionaries were very ingenious, and that the name "Ancient Books and Miscellaneous Servants" was highly praised.

I confidently handed out the fries and highlighted the title of the book, "Ancient Books and Miscellaneous Servants".

French fries: "......"

Yes, my classmates and friends are basically my peers.

Eventually, my book was titled "I Repair Ancient Books for China".

I had a vague sense of something.

Writing is also a process of self-observation. Sometimes I'm excited to write a bunch of discussions about xx, and when I look back at it, I feel so noisy.

I actually want to teach readers to do things?

Am I a dad?

I'm so greasy.

In the end, I tried my best to leave the reality in vain and cut out the ideas.

This story is mainly narrated by Zuo Youyou, interspersed with narratives of historical figures, but in essence, it is told to the reader by the "implied author" of the story, and constantly considers and accepts the reader's feedback when telling, and finally the "implied author" and the reader work together.

As a real author, I don't matter, and neither do my opinions.

What is important is the implicit narrative of the author and the narrator, as well as the feelings and feedback of the reader about the characters after reading it.

The process of writing this book has also made me grow.

In the time I was writing, I was also thinking: Is it a kind of paranoia if a work that is not popular is trapped in "good" all the time?

But I can't figure it out yet. There are still many puzzles in my mind, which need to be further explored by my colleagues.

……

When I wrote this book, the little turtles I raised were still living a good life. I also set up a transfer tank in front of the office and raised four transfer fish.

Before the bonus was issued, a fish died, and I hurried to make up for it.

My fortune tree has always lived well, so I feel like I've always had good luck. Until one day, the company discontinued the service of the green plant company.

My Fortune Tree is dead!

I learned that my fortune tree died on average every half a month, and it was all up to the green plant company to replace it at night.

So what does this mean?

Nothing is said, of course selectively ignoring it.

As long as the mentality is good, there is good luck everywhere.

Finally, a tribute to the readers. Thank you for your interest in this subject, and I hope I can bring you laughter and courage.

May we shine the lights and inhabit the wilderness of culture poetically forever.

With one lamp, all the lights will be bright, and the world will be bright in the end.

We'll see you in the next book.