Compared with the heroine who is immersed in her own poetry, Zhong Xiu is a more sober person. Zhong Xiu, who graduated from the Department of Literature and Art Creation, wanted to write novels but didn't know what to write. She struggled to support herself in the hard work day after day. He was forbearance, dumb, smoking in the back of the truck, turned off and picked up the goods, could not see his face, the camera swayed behind him, recording a slumped body, leaning, wandering, cautious breathing young man. There seems to be something that needs to be expressed, but there is no way to express it. Zhong Xiu is such a person, or in other words, he is mediocre, one of the thousands of "poetry and distance" disappointed people. The overall lack of life, not only material, this lack of material does not even leave room for his spiritual world.
But meeting Emi changed that. Emi is like him, they all come from the same desolate hometown, they all have sorrows and hardships, they are all strata that this society has stepped on under their feet, they are all skillfully holding cigarettes, and they are all spitting into paper cups. But Emi, who had plastic surgery, went to learn pantomime, raised cats, and traveled to Africa after saving enough money, was someone who would not be shy about revealing to Zhong Xiu. She told Zhong Xiu about African tribes, the little hunger and the great hunger of empty spirit. She lay on the bed to reveal her beautiful body, and let Zhong Xiu's life in the back of the sun shine into a fleeting moment. of light. It was the light reflected from the tower in the distance, shining on the empty wall, a small piece, Zhong Xiu stared blankly at that piece of brilliance, reaching a sexual orgasm. This is neither black nor white, just a gray life, can it also have some different brilliance? Is this brilliance small and fragile? I think this is the new start button that Hye Mi opened in Jong Soo's heart.
And Ben is the accelerator for it all. Young and handsome, with money and leisure, he was originally one of the "innumerable Gatsbys in South Korea", and even Hui Mei was drawn to his side, becoming an even more unattainable existence for Zhong Xiu. What's more deadly is that he still has mysteries, he yawns coldly, tells about crime and cruelty with a smile, induces Zhongxiu, hints or metaphors, he expresses himself easily. When Zhong Xiu looked at him, apart from the initial vigilance and jealousy, there was also the fascination later. After he met Ben, he started to write his father's petition letter. You can see the smug smile he finally released as he sat in front of the computer. "Okay" smile was also a smile that briefly escaped the quagmire of coolie life, and he became a young man in the Department of Literature and Creation again, a self who has not yet lost.
For his father, Zhongxiu's feelings are complicated. My father is a stubborn man with anger regulation disorder. He used to be a member of the elite reserve team in this society. He attended the best high school with the best grades. He suffered serious crimes in the Middle East. , insisted on running a ranch in his hometown, and eventually lost everything, and his wife ran away from home without a trace. When Ben was on the phone with his mother in the car and joked about his genes, how should Zhong Xiu feel? In addition to the crushing of the class in terms of survival resources, does Zhong Xiu remember his father who could have been squeezed into the upper class of society? Or the self who could have been Ben? "In my opinion, your father is a character like the protagonist of the novel. How magnificent. Only a lunatic can be the protagonist of a novel." His father's old friend once told him that Zhong Xiu was sitting cramped and unable to answer.
Life is absurd for Zhongxiu. Father is cleaning up the cowshed, Huimei is dancing at the door of the promotional market, and Ben is driving a luxury car doing nothing, but they are all closer to a kind of "profound" than he who wants to write novels. Storytelling that can be more clearly observed. This may be a fatal stimulus for people like Zhong Xiu. Life chooses some people and leaves others. The former becomes the object of narration in the history of this world, they form stories that can be told, and the latter becomes the The background and stage of the former are destined to be forgotten and abandoned.
Emi's dance in the setting sun is a tragic condensation of this. Just as Zhong Xiu's breathing became heavier when she was talking about the sunset in the desert, when she took off her shirt and danced the dumb dance to face the sunset, Zhong Xiu probably felt the beauty of the distance from the silent but roaring scene. It seems that he can't really get his blessings in his entire life. He asked Emi angrily, why did you take off your clothes in front of men? That's what prostitutes do! Just like when he was a child, he ran across a street and said to Hui Mei, "You are really ugly." This is the anger of the frustrated.
Has Emi really touched that kind of beauty again? No. She has seen the sunset in Africa, she has experienced the loneliness at the end of the world, she is afraid of death, and disappears as if she had never existed, she knows that there are some meanings beyond life, and those meanings manipulate our microscopic joys and sorrows, The experience of the weight of life, but she was despairing because she knew this. She faced the sunset, thinking it was the same African sunset, thinking it was the reappearance of the end. , she thought there would be a second time. She took off her clothes, turned naked into a bird or an eagle, and fluttered away in the setting sun, but the reality was as heavy as a cow's cry. Disintegrating, not the end of the world, but the edge of the country, not far away is North Korea's high-pitched but chilling radio echoes. Can only cry.
Did Zhong Xiu see this collapse? Or burnt blindly by jealousy? It seems that the end of this story can only go to "fire". Rilke wrote that he lived outside, and he was unrecognizable in the fire, whether Zhong Xiu was also burned beyond recognition. When he was young, he was asked by his father to burn his mother's clothes. When he finally opened his mouth and tried to turn himself into a story and danced his own sunset dance, Ben interrupted him and said that he burned every two months. warehouse. Ben's story is so strong, legendary, it easily takes away the whole meaning and stage of Zhongxiu's story, the bass sound from the bones, the morality of nature, crime, fire, Ben's hunger is the hunger of not having to worry about food and clothing, yes Hunger after an excess of spiritual food. His home is full of art, he reads Faulkner, he talks about metaphors and the world, he treats people as barns and himself as gods.
"I like to cook because I can eat it myself. It's like offering sacrifices to the gods, I make them and eat them myself." If Emi is the warehouse that Ben burned down, then Zhongxiu is the cooking that Ben made. He guides, even seduces him, just as the devil seduces Faust. He kept asking about the progress of Zhong Xiu's novels. He repeatedly threw out clues and bait, and he let Zhong Xiu start chasing and imagining. "What novel are you writing now?" He looked at Zhong Xiu deeply, as if he had finally tamed a bloodthirsty dog.
What Ben underestimated was Zhongxiu's desire, the anger that had nowhere to vent, which gradually escalated as her father went to prison and Emi disappeared. Of the three people in his life who took him out of the mundane, both fell, or, on the other hand, rose to another eternal existence. How could he let go of the rest? How could he resist the temptation to become a "story" himself. Killing people, setting fires, Zhong Xiu finally danced a condensed dance in the sunset, and finally lifted the strongest syllable of the Destiny Song. He was even more naked than Emi, naked, leaving a trembling back, as if the note was constantly echoing and colliding within him. The cattle had been sent away, the fire was burning in the snow, Zhong Xiu burned down his own barn, and went to a far place where there was no turning back.
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