Who is the hero of Lao She's Fair?

The Fair is a collection of Lao She's short stories.

1930- 1936 Lao She once taught in cheeloo university, Jinan, Shandong Province and Qingdao University, Shandong Province. During this period, a collection of short stories was published, including Black and White Plums and Micro-gods 15 short stories.

The Fair is not a novel, but a collection of short stories, so we can't say who its protagonist is.

"The' market' here does not mean going to the market to sell two chickens or buying two tons of rice every 147 or 258, no; This means that more than a dozen articles in this collection have been driven out. " This is the first sentence in the preface to The Fair, which is also the reason why this collection is named The Fair.

The following is the preface of the fair.

The "market" here does not mean going to the market to sell two chickens or buy two tons of rice every 147 or 258, no; This means that more than a dozen articles in this collection have been driven out. A few words are enough to illustrate this point: I didn't write a short story because I can't. However, since the Anti-Japanese War in Shanghai, publications have increased, and I have been asked to write articles everywhere. Since you are so kind, how can you not join us? Naturally, it is impossible to write several long stories at the same time, so I changed from backrest drama to bunt. In this way, Express will receive more: "If you are willing to write short stories, what is there to say?" Write it, man! You can't get 5,000 words in three days? Less is fine! Anyway, grab an article and be quick! "I am embarrassed to say' myself', so I went black and talked nonsense; Knowing that I can't write anything, I can't help but bite the bullet. I can't believe I've made such a small pile so far!

If I don't teach, or these articles are not so bad, at least in words. But I want to teach, I am at school during the day, and I can only talk nonsense at night; I can't help it!

Now that the series has come out, I should decorate these children one by one; Hum, there is no time! Let them go; They are worthless and will be eliminated in the future; I don't treat them as treasures, and I can't strangle them all. That's the idea!

The order of arrangement is in the order of writing. If the back is better than the front, it is desperate to jump over the wall. Seriously, to win one or two majestic and strong guys, you have to recite Buddha!

Thank you very much for the magazines that have published these articles, and let me include them in this book!

Lao She was born in Jinan on February 1934 1.

Two more novels are posted inside.

May 9th Author: Lao She

Zhang Bing, who is as thin as a peeled young tree, comes to drink tea almost every night. There seems to be nothing on his face; Only a pair of deep, dark eyes shows that he is not completely lifeless because he is thin. After drinking the third bowl of tea, black eyes began to glow; Lips, like when a child is about to cry, begin to tremble. He is going to make a comment.

His comments are inconsistent; He talked about everything he met with Kan Kan and criticized it. But no matter what he talks about, his criticism always ends with "China people are hopeless, and what I just said is good evidence". Say that finish, he automatically poured a bowl of tea and drank it in one breath; Close your eyes and stop talking, showing: "There is no need to argue, China people are hopeless. Anyway! "

That night, the light was too dim to read. Zhang Binglai, looked at the room, looked at the light, nodded and sat down, as if talking to himself, "China people are hopeless, look at this light; The electric light company ... "

After the third bowl of tea, I smiled and said, "Lao Zhang, what's the news?"

To my surprise, he smiled-he never smiles easily. "I had a fight." He said.

"Who? What about you? " I asked.

"me!" He looked at the tea bowl and said nothing more.

After waiting for five minutes, he automatically began: "What would you do if you saw a strong young man and used his physical strength to hit a seven-or eight-year-old child?"

"In the past, persuasion, I think, was the first step."

"If you see him hitting the child, you will think: If you try to persuade him, he will naturally stop hitting, mutter curses and walk away; The child was beaten for nothing! Do you think it makes sense to persuade the past? " His eyes are glowing. Look at my face.

"I naturally taught him a lesson and made him understand that he shouldn't bully children. That's not decent. "

"Yes, not decent; If he knew what decency was, he wouldn't do it! Moreover, if you really want to talk to him about such a thing, he will definitely ask you,' Do you care? "What do you do, are you in charge of this?" You might as well say something nice to the stone when arguing with him. Stones will not strike you with words. When you quarrel with him, it is natural to attract a group of people to watch the fun; The result is that he goes his way and you go your way; But he beat the child in vain without any punishment; Next time he has a chance, he will do it again! Beating an irresistible child for nothing is too cheap. He must think so. "

"So, you think he should be punished immediately, and the road is very bumpy ... then?" I know he hates martial arts novels most, so I hit him on purpose. As I expected, he said, "Don't say Elvis Presley! I don't want to be a martial arts expert, I just can't stare at a beaten child; That makes my soul angry! More can't call hit people all accounted for! I went over and hit him in the mouth without saying anything! " "What about him?"

"What? Anyway, I have a plan: if I don't hit him, go over and persuade him, and he will leave triumphantly; Hitting people is very comfortable, from the animal nature of people. If I reason with him, I will still fight; However, I may not be able to beat him, because he will strike first and will not give me a chance to strike first. " He smiled again; I know what he means by laughing.

"But," I asked, "if you hit him, he will definitely fight back. Are you his opponent? " I care about this, because Zhang Bing is such a thin person. "I naturally thought of this. I hit him and he hit me; I am bound to fail. But on one level, such people are good at bullying others with brawn. When his own flesh is beaten, he will cover it with his hand. At that moment, he only felt pain and forgot the action. When he understands you, he still doesn't dare to do it, because he always deceives others with his muscular superiority. When he is beaten himself, he will definitely think of the person who beat him, and there must be a source. Because when he hit someone himself, he saw if there were any tickets to win the game, and then he started playing. It really returned my hand and hurt me. I, I, won't all be as stupid as that boy and will go on patrol. At least I will go to the police area with him to delay his day's work (needless to say, he must have been punished for something else) and let him know that hitting people must at least go to the police area. "

He stopped talking, and I could see that he felt uncomfortable-uncomfortable. He hit someone, not to mention whether his reasons were sufficient or not.

"He hit people, people hit him, this is the way this kind of person should have; Humans are hopeless, as you often say. " I want to make him smile.

He didn't laugh, just shook his head gently and said, "This happened this morning. I met him again at four or five o'clock in the afternoon. "

"Is he going to do it?" I asked uneasily.

"Give me a beating, but it's nothing! Call me, call me.-What should I say? Sadly, when I met him this afternoon, he was pulling two foreign teenagers; Obviously, he is a foreigner's servant. He took the two foreign children and rushed at me, telling them and begging them humbly: kick him! Kick him! Then say to me: you! How dare you hit me? Foreigners don't hit me either! Please note here that he is clever enough to drop the word "dare"! Then he said to the two children: kick! Kick him! See if he dares to provoke foreigners! " He paused for a moment and suddenly asked me, "What day is it today?"

"Five nines!" I don't know why my tears came down. "ouch!" Zhang Bing stood up and said, "No wonder there are so many slogans" Down with imperialism "on the street!"

It seems that he forgot to say "China people are hopeless" and left without drinking the bowl of tea.

Lao She's Hot Steamed Buns

Love has always been cheating. But there were no newspapers and magazines in ancient times, so it was not as bloody as it is now. It doesn't have to go back a long time. Let's say I was a child. It's not easy for people to make a fuss about falling in love. I still remember Xiaoqiu in the old street. The "small" Qiu at that time was naturally the "old" Qiu now. But even if I see him again now, even if he is a white-haired old man, I still have to call him "Xiao" Qiu. He won't get old. When we think of flowers, we seem to see some red flowers and green leaves in full bloom; Probably no one thinks of falling flowers like rain when thinking about flowers. Xiaoqiu is also like a flower. In people's minds, he is always young, although he is far from flowers.

I don't seem to remember where Xiaoqiu moved here or in what year. I only remember that he brought a young daughter-in-law when he moved here. They live in a small house in the north of our outer court. Since the young couple moved here, it seems that they often hear that they often fight in the middle of the night. It is not surprising that young couples have fought since ancient times; What I hope is that Xiaoqiu's head is broken, or Xiaoqiu's sister-in-law has some scars on her hands ... I was much more naive then than now; Welcome everyone to play, some injuries are needed. However, Mr. and Mrs. Xiaoqiu are always-during the day-so happy and amiable that they are not hurt. I said, it's true. Even I have seen Xiaoqiu's bare back. I often thought at that time: maybe they were fighting with a piece of cotton in their hands.

Xiaoqiu's cabin is really nice. Always so clean and always so warm, there is always a taste-special taste, unspeakable, but obviously different. The young couple have good taste. Yes, I can't think of a suitable adjective until now. No wonder at that time, neighbors, especially middle-aged men, were willing to go to Xiaoqiu's house to chat. When chatting, the young couple are always very happy, as if they were welcoming guests on the first day of New Year's Day. However, after the guests left, it is said that there must be a fight. Someone swore to heaven that they heard them banging.

Xiaoqiu, in the eyes of neighbors, is a young man who is angry with Mao Teng. When he walks, it seems that his feet never touch the ground. Except at home, no one seems to have seen him stand still, even for a while. Even when sitting, his hands and feet are dishonest. His hands are either touching the seams of his clothes, sliding on the edge of the stool or rubbing on his face. His feet have been looking for a job up and down, left and right, as if he were sitting and chatting while walking, walking in imagination. Neighbors will not look down on him because of this, although this is the main reason why he will never become "Laoqiu". On the other hand, people have a little disrespect for him because his neck is always shrinking. I don't know how "turtle neck" became another name for Xiaoqiu. Since the title was established, I heard that they had more fun in the middle of the night. However, during the day, they are more cheerful and amiable than before.

Xiaoqiu's bare spine has not only been seen by me, but also by some middle-aged people. In ancient times, women were not allowed to show their breasts topless, but she was visited, which even I, a child at that time, thought she was too free and easy. This is another word that I just remembered now-free and easy. She is really free and easy: from the emperor to Shu Ren, no one seems to get along with her. I know someone who sells sesame oil and vegetables will always give her more than others. She is beautiful in the eyes of my children. Her teeth are beautiful, and I remember her smile. When she smiles, she will show the whitest teeth in the world. Just a little, but this white color can spread endless fantasies in people's minds. These fantasies focus on her smile and her white teeth. Eating peanuts, iron broad beans or jujube in her hut is one of the best things in my childhood. Peel the peanuts and send them to Xiaoqiu's mouth. The reward is eternal happiness-seeing her teeth. I am willing to give her a bag of peanuts to eat, although in fact I have never done so.

Aunt Xiaoqiu has never given birth to a child. Sometimes I hear her say to Xiaoqiu half-laughing and half-annoyed, how did you give birth to a soft baby? ! Xiaoqiu's neck has shrunk even more, and she looks sad. He couldn't say a word for a long time, but wiped his face with his hand until she said, "buy matches!" " "He just smiled again and flew out without wiping his feet.

I remember one winter, just after school, I met Xiaoqiu in the alley. He looked ugly. I thought he was ill. His eyes were far away, but his hand touched the red knot of my velvet hat and asked, "haven't you seen Mrs. Qiu?" "No, wow," I said.

"You didn't?" He asked a very ugly question, just like a woman who divined her son's illness. She was willing to listen to the truth, but she didn't want to believe it, but she was willing to believe and resist it. That's all he asked, and he ran into the street.

That night I went to Mrs. Qiu's cabin again, and the door was locked. Although I am old enough to go to school, I still can't stop crying. Every day, I sent peanuts to Qiu Sao as usual, and I didn't even peel one that night.

The next morning, I went to see Qiu Sao early in the morning, but I still didn't; Xiaoqiu sat alone on the edge of the kang, clutching his forehead. I called him twice and he didn't answer me.

For almost half a year, I always looked in the street of the school, hoping to meet Miss Qiu, but I didn't meet her once.

Her cabin, although Xiaoqiu will still come back every night, but I will never go again. Still so clean and warm, Mrs. Qiu took that special smell away. I often see her white teeth on the wall and in the air, but there is only one small white tooth, and nothing else exists: that small tooth will not chew my peanuts lightly.

Xiaoqiu is angry, but he doesn't like to talk much. Sometimes he comes back early, doesn't cook, just stares. Whenever this happens, we always invite him to come and have dinner with us. When we had dinner together, he was still joking and his hands and feet were not idle. But his eyes are always looking outside the door or out of the window. None of us mentioned Qiu Sao; Sometimes I forget and say, "Where's Mrs. Qiu?" He immediately talked, returned to the hut, sat on the edge of the kang, and didn't even light the lamp. It's been more than half a year. Here's the thing.

Suddenly one night, either before or after May, I went to play with my study partners after school and came back late. Walking in the alley, I met Xiaoqiu. He has a plate in his hand.

"What should I do?" I stopped him.

He seems to have forgotten how to speak for a moment, but I can see from his eyes that he likes it so much that he can't speak. After spending half a day, he seemed to lie in my ear and say:

"Autumn sister-in-law is back, I'll buy her some hot buns!" He made the word "hot" extraordinarily real.

I flew home. Sure enough, she came back. Still so beautiful, teeth still so white, just a little thinner.

To this day, I still don't know where she went in the past six months. Xiaoqiu and I were looking forward to her coming back at that time and asked nothing else. Now that I think about it, love derailment seems sacred in ancient times, because there are no newspapers and magazines to publish photos of Qiu's sister-in-law, and Xiaoqiu's happiness has not been recovered.