Writing/The Day It Will Be Late
A Relatively Heavy Reading Recommendation About "Fanshiqi's Paradise of First Love"
Literature is the most futile of all, and hilariously futile at that. I can't save anyone, not even myself, by writing this much.
-- Lin Yi-han, "Fanshiqi's Paradise of First Love"
The first time in the period of time that I have been insisting on reading a book every day
the first time that I could not restrain myself from reading a book in one sitting
also the first time that I had a fear of such a peaceful word as "gentle"
but also the first time that I was afraid of such a word as "gentle and thrifty.
And for the first time, I felt like I was being choked by a huge invisible hand the whole time I was reading this book, and I opened my mouth and couldn't make a sound
The Chinese have a strange way of thinking
They don't give an inch on their children's studies
but don't say a word on sex education
I remembered the time when I watched TV with my dad
My dad would say something when he saw a kissing scene.
I remember watching TV with my dad, and he would change the channel from kissing to kissing, as if it was natural for me not to ask about it, and then I would just brush it off
But at that time, there was only one layer of uncertainty
We saw kissing and hugging, either inadvertently or curiously, and we saw hands swimming around the opposite sex like fish
.
We were curious, but no one ever told us what it was
It even planted the seeds of taboo in our minds
So much so, that the class on the human body in our biology books was always a self-study class
The teacher left us with a bunch of kids blushing and blushing and not knowing what to do.
The teacher left a bunch of confused kids, blushing in shame
and then unnaturally folded up the page
From then on, the door to our enlightenment slammed shut
But it was a bunch of kids who had no common sense
Why do you have to leave the opportunity to teach kids to someone else who's hurting
The book's mom and dad make a pitifully small appearance
The only times they do make an appearance, or show their mom and dad, are when they're not in the room.
The only times they do appear are when they either push their daughter to the devil or shut out her pain
They are absent from the work, from sex education, and from Siqi's life
And that's just the tip of the iceberg
Most parents in China are like that, they think they are protecting their children in an ivory tower, but the truth is that they are keeping them locked up, bound and gagged, and shutting them out. They think they're protecting their children in an ivory tower, but what happens is they lock them up in a closed room, handcuffed and gagged, and they can't fight back, they can't express themselves, they can't speak out, and they can't regret it until it's too late. But no one would help her, and in the end, she leapt down from a building with a crowd of spectators urging her to do so. In the work, Xiaoqi was abandoned by her teacher, she posted a post and publicly told the whole story, but the result was only a lot of abuse, people thought she was a mistress, she seduced the teacher, even her parents didn't believe her, and she apologized to the teacher, and eventually, it drove her into the abyss
There is also a line in the book that says, "Any sexual violence is social or should I say, any sexual violence is social. Or should I say, any sexual violence is not done by the perpetrator alone, but by society as a whole, assisting the perpetrator, and in the case of FANCY'S FIRST LOVE PARADISE, society may not only assist, but it is often the perpetrator himself.
Tragedy is ever-present, and there are always places where the light doesn't reach, but sometimes we turn a blind eye, and sometimes we remain silent. But I think the world really needs to be saved
by justice, by education?
An excerpt from Fang Siqi's Paradise of First Love:
It was about to be fall, a deadly fall. Li Guohua was in the south four days a week and in Taipei three days. One day, Li went up to Catkong for a quick drink with some of his fellow cram school and like-minded teachers. There were fewer people on the mountain, so it was good to talk. The English teacher asked the physics teacher, "Are you still the one who wants to be a singer? How many years has it been? That's awesome, maintaining it for so long, how is that different from going home to your wife." The other two laughed. The physics teacher smiled with infinite kindness, sounding like she was talking about her own daughter, "She says singing is too hard and is modeling now." "Will it appear on TV?" The physics teacher took off his glasses and wiped the greasy sweat from his nose pads, his eyes were blank and he looked humble as he said, "Did a commercial." The other three men practically applauded and praised the physics teacher's courage. Mr. Lee asked, "Aren't you afraid of being coveted?" The physics teacher seemed to be permanently wiping his glasses down and didn't answer. The math teacher spoke up, "I've already been on three honor guard captains, one more would be a grand slam." Cheers. Cheers to all the teenage girls who diligently copied notes in their health education classes without a shred of sexual common sense. Here's to the great emptiness they plugged into the JCSE.
The English teacher said, "I'm just coming on, I don't understand what you guys are holding out for, you're more reserved than they are themselves." Teacher Li said, "You're called a player, play long enough to realize that the ugliest women have the most wave and flavor, I don't have that love." And looking shyly at the bottom of her glass, she added, "And I like the game of falling in love." The English teacher asked, "But isn't it exhausting to act without love in your heart?"
Lee was thinking. After counting a few girls, he realized that raping a little girl who worshiped you was the fastest way to keep her away from him. And the stickier she got the more it hurt to dump her. He loved practicing sweet nothings in front of one girl for the next in the future, the sense of immortality was beautiful and had an eco-friendly feel to it. The centrifugal force it gave him when he dumped her was even more beautiful, like a scene in a movie where the heroine is spinning in the snow with the camera in her hands, the heroine's face jammed wide in front of the lens, the background turning into a landscape, a small four-square yard being dragged into a high-speed railroad flashing straight through the windowscape, space hardened into time, bloodily. It's beautiful. It was hard to explain to the English teacher that he was too loving. The English teacher wouldn't understand the song-and-dance feeling Li had when he first heard of a girl's suicide. A tsunami of clear, flat tones in his heart. The highest compliment you can pay a man is to kill yourself for him. He was too lazy to think about the difference between for him and because of him.