Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 239
Zhou Zhou has been waiting for Zhang Zhong's new book "Dune" for a while. Before the new book came out, he was not in the mood to read other books.

Now Zhang Zhong suddenly published a short story, just to relieve his anxiety of waiting for the new book.

"Two blind men walked among the wild mountains..."

Zhou Zhou tilted the back of the chair a little, found a comfortable position, and began to read this "Life is Like Strings".

At the beginning of the story, there are two blind men, an old man and a young man, playing the violin and performing arts. They are probably the kind of performers who go around and sing wherever they go.

But since he is blind, walking should be inconvenient.

Zhou Zhou looked at his legs, then smiled self-deprecatingly, heh, he was still worrying about other people's affairs, at least he could still walk.

The little blind man didn't seem to understand anything, holding the master's "electric box" and asking everything he heard.

He didn't even know what a "green bench" was.

Zhou Zhou laughed when he saw the little blind man discussing things he didn’t know, but he felt depressed while smiling. He knew the “bench” and the “corridor”, so what?

Later, the little blind man fell in love with a girl.

The old blind man also broke a thousand strings. Remembering his master's instructions, he went out to get the medicine. At this time, the old blind man realized that the prescription was just a blank sheet of paper, and there was no prescription that could restore sight.

"It's so stupid, how could there be such a prescription." Zhou Zhou muttered.

But when he said this, his heart was empty, obviously he had been looking forward to having such a prescription before.

When the old blind man returned home, he learned that the little blind man had lost his love.

The little blind man asked the old blind man in pain: Why are we blind!
"I want to open my eyes and see, Master, I want to open my eyes and see! Even just once."

Two tear stains appeared on Zhou Zhou's face. He looked up and told himself that he was not qualified to sympathize with anyone, but the tears were still disappointing.

In order to keep the young blind man alive, the old blind man told the young blind man to break [-] strings.

The lie of the prescription was passed down.

At the end of the story, two blind men, one old and one young, walked among the wild mountains, exactly the same as they came.

……

"Fate is like a string."

Zhou Zhou was holding the tablet, his eyes glazed over.

What is life? Is it really a string?What exactly do people rely on to live.

Isn't the little blind man sad?He has no hope of recovering his eyesight for the rest of his life, and he can only rely on the lies that his master told him to support him.

"What am I living on..."

A string in Zhou Zhou's heart seemed to be stirred, and he started to move.

From the moment he became disabled to the present, countless people encouraged him and persuaded him, but he couldn't listen to them.

They were just making sarcastic remarks, and Zhou Zhou always had this thought whenever he was persuaded by others.

But what about the old blind man and the young blind man?

While Zhou Zhou was in a daze, his mother came in from the outside, holding a bowl of chilled mung bean soup in her hand.

Seeing Zhou Zhou in a daze, her heart skipped a beat. She had been worried for a few days ago, fearing that Zhou Zhou would fall into a dead end. After this period of time, she finally stabilized. Is there going to be another problem?

Zhou Zhou looked up at his worried mother, trying hard to squeeze out a smile, but found that he couldn't even do a simple smile.

Although he didn't look in the mirror, he knew that his expression was definitely uglier than crying.

"Mom." Zhou Zhou opened his mouth.

His mother quickly put down the mung bean soup and came over, concerned, "What's the matter, Zhou Zhou, is there something wrong?"

Zhou Zhou shook his head, "Mom, I want to go out and have a look, can I?"

"Go out and have a look? Okay, okay, mom will push you out now. Okay, okay, mom will take our Zhou Zhou out to have a look." As the mother spoke, she turned her head away to prevent her son from seeing her tears.

……

Li Yan rested her chin and looked at Zhang Zhong, "Did you just write this "Fate Like a String"?"

Zhang Zhong cut the vegetables and said, "No, I wrote it last night."

"Has Lan Xiuer gone outside the mountain?" Li Yan asked.

"Ah."

"Then is she going to get married? Has she married someone else?"

"Ah."

Li Yan tilted her head and thought for a while, "Did Minghai and Xiaoyingzi get married in the end? Did Xiaoyingzi marry someone else?"

From "Fate Like Strings", she asked "Being Precepted".

"I don't know." Zhang Zhong shook his head.

"Probably not, can't all the monks in Minghai's temple get married?"

Zhang Zhong stopped chopping vegetables and glanced at Li Yan, "Aren't you going to play with Pengpeng?"

"Pengpeng is doing homework."

"Then why don't you accompany her to do homework?"

"Oh fine."

……

After "Life is Like Strings" was released, there were many voices of discussion.

Some people say that Zhang Zhong's views on life are too pessimistic, and he compares life to the strings of a piano, which is vulnerable to a single blow.

This story is also a complete tragedy. The little blind man may live in a lie all his life, and the hope that hangs him to keep him alive is false and fabricated.

However, some people say that what Zhang Zhong wants to express is that people must find a reason to live in this world, and each of us is like this.

And sometimes, the incompleteness of life and the emptiness of life open up a possibility space for people to overcome themselves, overcome difficulties and prove the meaning of existence.

Only human beings can regard living as more important than living itself, and only human beings are stubbornly pursuing and demanding the meaning of existence.In a sense, the meaning of living is brought about by incompleteness.

Zhang Chong feels that there is no need to argue that meaning itself is meaningless. Just like this book, the key is not what the story expresses, but what the reader sees.

What the reader sees is what the story says to them.

Everyone is a frog at the bottom of a well. If we look up and see the stars, then there are only stars in our sky.If you are lucky and see the moon, there will be an extra moon.

……

After Zhang Zhong finished the meal, he went to Pengpeng's room. Before he entered, he heard two girls, one big and one small, playing and playing.

He pouted and didn't push the door to go in, but just shouted outside, "It's time to eat."

Hu Huifang took the food to Zhang Xingjun's canteen to deliver it to him, so only the three of them were eating.

Pengpeng took the spoon and said to Zhang Zhong, "Dad, Auntie told me to take me to the movies tomorrow, is that okay?"

Zhang Zhong looked at Li Yan, "Where do you want to take her to watch a movie?"

"It's the island in the middle of the lake, isn't your filming of "Ten Little Indian Boys" started?" Li Yan said with a smile.

Zhang Zhong thought for a while, nodded and said, "Okay."

It happened that my mother also wanted to go to the set to see it, since Pengpeng wanted to go, let's take her with me tomorrow.

　Thank you [Second Young Master Su] for the 600 reward
　　Thank you [jj pestle to the ground] for the 100 rewards
　　Thanks to [Zheji] for the 100 rewards
　　Thank you [Infinite Menglong Orpheus] for the 100 rewards
　　Thanks guys
　　
　
(End of this chapter)