Chapter 468 Red Girl (asking for monthly ticket subscription)
It has been nearly a month since I first came to Peking University.

During this time, she visited many places that only existed in textbooks and on TV, including Yita Lake Picture, Lotus Pond Moonlight, May Day Memorial Pavilion, Tiananmen Square, Summer Palace, the Great Wall... This land gave her a desolate, intoxicating feeling, a sense of history and the present.

For freshmen who have just arrived here, Peking University has a sacred feeling, and the Chinese Department of Peking University should be the origin and temple of modern Chinese thought. Chu Jian never missed any class. She liked the teacher's guidance on the history of oriental literature, and she also liked the teacher of contemporary literature who was eloquent and let the free thoughts roam freely in the hearts of students.

Of course, in addition to normal classes, Chu Jian’s biggest interest now is to stay in the library to read and write. Occasionally, she will play badminton with her roommates. At this time, she thinks of the good times in high school.

Students who are admitted to the Chinese Department of Peking University all have a dream about literature.

The first meeting is no exception.

The only difference may be in the level of practice. Chu Jian is a girl who will do what she thinks.

Shortly after the school started, there happened to be a National Day Poetry Festival. Chu Jian spent two weeks and many nights writing a grand poem, "Ruins, or the Sky of the Motherland". She wrote the following in the first chapter:

The Burned Tribe

Escape with the strongest tools
Iron weeps sadly at night

The metallic brilliance is beyond reach
Scorched black soil

Buried with scraps of copper, iron, and countless scraps of silk

Fire brought disaster, but ideals remain

The ancestors were descended from
Ancestors shine down on their descendants
The light that will last for thousands of years is in the Chinese sky

Flickering
People holding scrap iron

Which hometown do you wander to?

……

After reading this poem, a poet judge commented: "No matter how skillful the words are, the talent, feelings and sincerity of this poem are enough to shock people. However, this poem was written by a naive female freshman at Peking University, so the writing style and thoughts are a bit too heavy."

Chu Jian still won the first prize in the poetry festival.

The prize money is 800 yuan.

She hasn't told Zhang Yunqi about this yet.

Some surprises should be secretly accumulated and finally shared with those who want to share them.

In the days that followed, in addition to attending classes, Chu Jian put all her energy into literary creation. She had read many books and was studying in the Chinese Department of Peking University, where she was immersed in the temple of culture and thought every day. Naturally, she thought that recording the fragments of youth should be the most important thing for her at her age.

In fact, she was conceiving a novel when she was in high school.

The name of the novel: "The Red Girl".

The background of the story is Hongshan Lane, a shantytown in Jiangchuan where she has lived for more than ten years.

After much thought, she decided to abandon the adult thinking and narrative style. She wanted to put herself in the perspective of the little girl and write about her childhood and adolescence in Hongshan Lane.

At this time, the role of years of reading books, reading newspapers and paying attention to current affairs came to the fore. She naturally wanted to reflect the changes in the poor and backward shantytown of Hongshan Lane under the wave of reform and opening up from the 80s to the 90s through the things the little girl had experienced and seen. Of course, there would also be some poetic depictions of Jiangchuan's folk customs.

In addition, she had an unfortunate childhood, but Chu Jian always reminded himself that he should be more objective when writing and should not put in too deep or too heavy personal emotions. It should not be so heavy. The inner core of the novel should be the warm and moving growth, as well as the little girl's questioning of the various conditions in the adult world and her thinking about the true meaning of life.

Of course, thinking this way, it can also be said that the creator always has huge ambitions before he starts writing, about the world, about the country, about life, and even connecting his own destiny with various social phenomena. Naturally, there are many things he wants to express, but how it will be written down specifically, I don’t know at first sight.

After dinner, Chu Jian came to the library at seven o'clock.

As usual, she sat at a seat by the window in her familiar literature reading room, opened her notebook under the bright light, and began to write.

She had thought about the first paragraph for a long time and had a draft in mind: "The red sun also sprinkles white powder in the sewers. After the soul is ground in the mill of this world, it rises to the sky. The world is dark, and there are three white stars shining..."

As I was writing, I suddenly felt someone next to me.

She looked up and saw a boy sitting across the seat from her. He was tall, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, with fair skin, thin features, and a smile, looking very sunny.

This boy was not from their Chinese department, but the director of the Sports Department of the Student Union, a sophomore who majored in journalism. His name was Ye Yunzhou. They first met him at the freshman reception desk when the freshmen reported for school.

Ye Yunzhou greeted him with a smile: "What a coincidence, you are also studying here?"

Chu Jian nodded: "It's quite a coincidence."

Ye Yunzhou asked again: "What are you writing?"

Writing novels is a private matter. Chu Jian did not plan to tell others easily. She said: "It's just writing some articles."

The two chatted quietly for a while, then went about their own business. As the number of students increased, the library became quieter and quieter, and even a whisper seemed louder. Chu Jian withdrew his gaze and focused on writing his novel.

Ye Yunzhou seemed to have nothing to do.

This boy obviously didn't come to the library to study.

In the following time, he had to flip through the book while looking closely at Chu Jian who was concentrating on writing. She had a white neck, a slender face full of vitality, a delicate and upturned nose, which made her look lively and intelligent, and her eyelashes were neat and focused, like a good girl. The parting line of her ponytailed hair looked like a tree-lined path, which must have been walked by no one.

Chu Jian was focused on his own things and didn't feel the woodcarving-like gaze of the boy next to him.

It was not until 11: in the evening that Chu Jian wrote a thousand words as per the set goal. It was difficult to write and there was no feeling of expressing one's true feelings. Literary creation is originally a difficult journey through the quagmire of thoughts.

She patted the rolled manuscript paper, closed it, and stuffed it into her schoolbag. Just as she was about to get up and leave, she realized that Ye Yunzhou was still there. She asked in surprise, "Why haven't you left yet?"

Ye Yunzhou retracted his gaze and smiled: "I just finished my work, am I going back to the dormitory?"

Chu Jian nodded: "Yes." Ye Yunzhou put away his book: "Then let's go together."

Chu Jian shook his head: "No need, I'll go back by myself."

Ye Yunzhou smiled: "Don't you know we are just on the way?"

After a moment's hesitation, Chu Jian nodded.

The two of them left the library together, went down the stairs, walked along Qiuzhi Road, passed Linhuxuan, and when they passed by the Weiming Lake, they saw a round moon hanging high in the sky.

Chu Jian subconsciously stopped.

Whenever I read Mr. Zhu Ziqing's "Moonlight over the Lotus Pond" in the past, I would yearn for this dreamy place when I first saw it. For example, "The green lamp has a taste of childhood" and "You can see the scene of playing and playing at that time. It was really interesting. Unfortunately, we are no longer lucky enough to enjoy it now." However, my favorite sentence at first sight is still "But the excitement is theirs, I have nothing."

Ye Yunzhou stood nearby, and seeing Chu Jian staring at the lake reflecting the moonlight in a daze, he smiled and asked, "Are you thinking about something important?"

Chu Jian turned his head and looked at the boy next to him: "Then what do you think is the most important thing in college?"

Ye Yunzhou was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said: "Study hard, find your own interests and hobbies, pursue your ideals, and have a simple, pure and perfect love."

This answer is impeccable.

Chu Jian nodded and asked again: "What is your idea of ​​perfect love?"

Ye Yunzhou thought for a moment and said, "Being able to understand and tolerate each other, giving each other more space and trust, being able to inspire change and the motivation to get closer to the ideal, being able to become better versions of themselves, learning to respect each other's boundaries and independence, not getting lost in feelings, and not ignoring their own needs and interests."

Chu Jian approved and said, "It's pretty good."

Ye Yunzhou smiled and said, "Why are you asking these questions suddenly?"

Chu Jian did not answer. She turned her head and looked at the shore of the Mianming Lake. The moonlight was faint and the lotus leaves on the lakeside were high above the water, like the skirts of graceful dancers. After a while, she suddenly said, "I already have a boyfriend."

Ye Yunzhou was stunned for a moment, then he laughed: "Your boyfriend must be a very outstanding person."

Chu Jian nodded: "You can think so."

Ye Yunzhou asked again: "In which school?"

Chu Jian pursed his lips and said, "My hometown, Shonan University."

Ye Yunzhou seemed to be relieved. Xiangnan was a long way from Peking University. Of course, the proud son of Peking University would not care about these things. "Did you date in high school?"

Nodding at first sight.

Ye Yunzhou said: "It looks like they have deep feelings for each other."

The first time I saw her, my voice was very calm: "The kind that lasts a lifetime."

Ye Yunzhou smiled and said, "We are still so young, isn't it inappropriate to talk about a lifetime so easily? It's a bit rash."

Chu Jian nodded and said, "That makes sense, but have you read Mr. Qian Zhongshu's evaluation of Ms. Yang Jiang?"

Ye Yunzhou smiled and said, "What's your comment?"

Chu Jian looked up at the moon in the sky and said: "Before I met her, I had never thought about getting married; after being with her for so many years, I have never regretted marrying her."

Ye Yunzhou nodded: "Your boyfriend must be an excellent person."

Chu Jian smiled warmly and calmly: "But I still want to thank you for sending me off tonight. Let's stop here."

"Okay." Ye Yunzhou smiled and waved his hand. This boy was a bit carefree and unrestrained. "I can still give it to you if you need it in the future."

After saying that, Ye Yunzhou turned and left.

At first sight, she watched the boy's back gradually disappear, and then she sat alone on the chair, watching the autumn wind blow across the ground, with withered yellow leaves falling. The sky in the distance was already dark, and the moon was hanging on the treetops, round and shining with a warm light.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming.

This is a time of reunion.

At this time, the cell phone rang.

Chu Jian took out his phone and a text message popped up on the screen: "Have you returned to the dormitory?"

Chu Jian smiled and typed back: "On the way back, I just passed by the Weiming Lake and was looking at the moon." After a pause, she added five words with a little girl's thoughts: "Senior gave it to me."

"Are you not afraid that I will be jealous?"

"I love you."

"Don't be sour, please say hello to the senior for me."

"I've already told him, but I suddenly want to ask you a question."

"what is the problem?"

"What is your idea of ​​perfect love?"

“It’s okay to be imperfect.”

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