Brief introduction of Zhang Kai.

Zhang Kai: Male, 1967, from Huaiyuan County, Anhui Province, graduated from Chinese Department of the University. Writer, poet, vice president of Guangxi Short Story Society, and rich secretary general of Hainan Prose Poetry Association.

In Poetry magazine, Star Poetry magazine, Poetry Newspaper, Poetry Map (Hong Kong), Novel World, Flying, Novel Monthly, Anhui Literature, Shandong Literature, Times Literature, Guangxi Literature, Northern Literature and Short Story Monthly. Spring Breeze, Weeds, Short Stories, Xiamen University Literature, Yan 'an Literature, etc. 100 have published more than 6.5438+0.3 million words of short stories, nearly 300,000 words of essays and more than 600 poems.

His main works include novellas The Incident of Lu Jia, The Strike of Living, All My Life, You Are Next, Hell on Earth, Men's Sorrow, Women's Sorrow, Short Stories Huaiyuan Characters, Shortcake, Cow Kneeling, King of Gambling and so on.

His works have been selected in Selected Novels, Novel Monthly, Selected Novelists, Selected Short Stories, Selected Mininovels and Selected Famous Short Stories. The Queen of Tango, the 2008 China Mini-Fiction Annual Award, The Complete Works of Mini-Fiction that Moved Your Life, was selected as the short stories with the most reading value, and so on. Many works won various literary awards, and the short stories Shortcakes, Cow Kneeling and Gambling King were selected as the 11th Five-Year Plan teaching materials of colleges and universities.

Confessions of Zhang Kai

I am the son of a farmer in Huaibei Plain. 1967 On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, a hungry creature was born in two huts where two families lived. That's Nianzhuang in Wasi Village, Jeffery Ji Township, Huaiyuan County, Anhui Province, which gives people a feeling of being too rustic. Grandma has never had a day in her life, so she asked me to come. Actually, she wants me to be safe after I come. Dad always wanted the Zhang family to be prosperous and invincible, so he gave me a scientific name Shengshi, but he named himself Kai, which really didn't mean anything.

Fate is unfair to me. In fact, my life should have been like the "sweat dripping on the earth" of my ancestors, but I accidentally changed my life with literature. There are not many "Chun Xue" floating in the dark brown mud village of Huaibei, but only ballads such as Dahongpao, Yang Jiajiang and Sister Wang Living in a Cold Kiln ... These literary elements assimilated by local flavor were implanted in my body and mind together with vitamins A, B and C in soybean sorghum, and I was willingly led by the "devil" onto a muddy and bumpy literary road, but Literature is my spiritual pillar when I am down and out, and it is a string of passionate drums when I struggle. Over the past few years, I have refined literature from my life and woven it with literature!

It's really bad to recall my childhood. When I was still in primary school, it became the help of my father's life, so the simple nostalgia of Huaibei Plain raised me. In the golden autumn of the early 1980s, I was admitted to Huaiyuan Normal University. I answered the fortune teller's words, "This child is on the imperial salary!" " "After that, I was assigned to teach in a middle school. Because of my lack of knowledge, I burned my bridges in the early 1990s and went to the Chinese Department of the University for further study. Although I used to be poor, I never regretted it, because I learned more and more knowledge. After graduating from college, I took 100,000 talents across the ocean to Hainan, a place where I was exiled forever, and started my second choice in life. Later, I gave up my comfortable government staff and went into the sea naked, eventually choking on the sea and almost failing to reach the shore, which almost ruined my literary dream.

1986 My first work, The Art of Chicken Studies, became a genre in Bengbu Daily. Then he was published in Poetry Magazine, Star Poetry Magazine, Poetry Magazine, Poetry Picture (Hong Kong), Novel World, Anhui Literature, Shandong Literature, Guangxi Literature, Times Literature, Flying, Northern Literature, Novel Monthly and Short Story Monthly. Dianchi Lake, Liaohe River, Mangzhong, Spring Breeze, March 3rd, Weeds, Short Stories, Minifiction, Xiamen University Literature, Yan 'an Literature, Coconut City, Today's Southland, People's Daily, Farmers' Daily, Guangming.

His main works include novellas The Incident of Lu Jia, The Strike of Living, All My Life, You Are Next, Hell on Earth, Men's Sorrow, Women's Sorrow, Short Stories Huaiyuan Characters, Shortcake, Cow Kneeling, King of Gambling and so on.

His works have been selected in Selected Novels, Novel Monthly, Selected Novelists, Selected Short Stories, Selected Mininovels and Selected Famous Short Stories. The Queen of Tango, the 2008 China Mini-Fiction Annual Award, The Complete Works of Mini-Fiction that Moved Your Life, was selected as the short stories with the most reading value, and so on. Many works won various literary awards, and the short stories Shortcakes, Cow Kneeling and Gambling King were selected as the 11th Five-Year Plan teaching materials of colleges and universities.

He is currently the vice president of Guangxi Short Story Society and the deputy secretary general of Hainan Prose Poetry Association. With the growth of my age, I passed the "distressed period" and learned a little about what literature is. So I found my place. I should go to the sleeping soil in my hometown to find literary seeds that can be cultivated and harvested. However, I still dare not brag about whether I can become a writer worthy of the name.

Zhang Kai's novels

The cow is kneeling

Allan Zhang

Huaiyuan, the ancient city, the land and water are smooth, ships and cars are in an endless stream, and businessmen are flocking to it.

Zheng Tu has lived in this city for three generations, killing cattle and selling meat for a living, which is well known in Fiona Fang.

One day, Zheng went to the country and bought a cow. The cow was healthy, round and fat. Zheng Tuguan looked at its shape, regarded it as fat, and relished it. He took the cow back to the village and thought about it all the way, making a sure profit.

Rosty Yi and Zheng Tu sent people to move pots, pour water, put salt and stir them in front of cows. After a while, Zheng Tu grabbed a knife and almost killed him.

Zheng Tu looked at the cow's face and suddenly saw that the cow's eyes were full of tears and sadness.

Zheng Tusi thought that cattle knew human nature and had a premonition that he was unlucky. But he still raised the butcher's knife and wanted to stab it. In an instant, the cow's two front legs "plopped" and knelt in the slaughter, knocking on the ground again and again.

Zheng Tu zheng, startled.

Zheng Tu thought that for more than 30 years, thousands of cattle were slaughtered and fell by the sword, and they often shed tears before they died. But today, all they see are cows kneeling on the ground. In order to make a living, Zheng Tu stopped worrying about it and decided to cut the cow. Blood suddenly flowed out of the cow's neck, and a basin was full.

Go and wipe the skin of the cow.

At ease, Zheng Tu hit the cow with a knife, and the knife in his hand suddenly fell to the ground with a "crash". He fell on his knees and knocked the cow three times, stupefied.

It turned out that when I peeled and disemboweled, I saw the calf in the cow's belly.

Zheng Tu suddenly woke up and his bosom friend was pregnant. He knelt down and kowtowed to his son.

The cow loves her son and deeply touches Zheng Tu. She didn't sell meat, so she buried her in the field, built a mound, burned incense and knelt down to kowtow.

Since then, the butcher of the Zheng family has closed his knife and washed his hands, and made a rule: the descendants of the Zheng family are not allowed to kill cattle.

Sutang cake

Allan Zhang

A unique alley is near the Huaihe River pier. Because Huaiyuan people don't forget the plaque in front of Wang Guaizi, they regard pastry as a must.

Just like Goubuli steamed stuffed bun in Tianjin Wei and crossing the bridge rice noodles in Yunnan, this unique pastry also has historical allusions. If this is not the case, the people in the county records office will not come to Wang Guaizi again and again, insisting that he carefully tell the story of cakes in the chapter "Local Cuisine". Wang Guaizi in June and August this year is an authentic pastry inheritor. He is a man, just like making candy cakes, never vague. He knew that although the plaque of "Qing Palace" hung in front of his house, the Wangs did not have exclusive rights.

During the Guangxu period, when the Lafayette Cixi passed by, it was two people, not one, who made candy cakes for her. They are all dead, one is the ancestor of the Wangs, and the other is Qiu Junfa, a neighbor across the street. The two families have been fighting for this plaque for several lives. Because Wang Guaizi was maimed by his father, the enemy left home with his only daughter who was infatuated with Wang Guaizi, and this plaque of "Imperial Palace" was firmly hung at the door of Wang's house. It's ok to hang it up to attract business now. Wang Guaizi feels guilty if he really wants to put it in black and white.

If Wang Guaizi doesn't talk about it, I'm afraid the story of cakes will really be lost. At the end of the Qing Dynasty, there used to be two candy cake shops in this alley, and the candy cakes made by them had their own characteristics, which were indistinguishable. In that year, Galeries Lafayette was cruising around and berthing at the dock. On a whim, she wanted to taste folk snacks. Wang Qiu and his family presented sugar cakes to the Dragon Boat as instructed. Galeries Lafayette had a good time that day and had a big appetite. He ate the candy cakes of three enemies in one breath and even claimed to be delicious. He served the Wangs' sugar cake, and I don't know why she just took a bite and put it down. Since then, Wang Qiu's two sugar cakes have been decided by Galeries Lafayette's golden mouth and jade teeth, and the plaque of "Imperial Palace" has been hung at Qiu's door since then.

Wang's hostility to the enemy can be observed from the abduction of Xiao Wang. He thinks his enemies are good, and his candy cakes are delicious. In particular, Steve's talking eyes often lead him to stretch his neck and look across the street. She couldn't understand why the old man was so angry. On that day, he just wanted to give his enemy Steve a load of spring water from Jingshan White Milk Spring, but he didn't pick the door of his enemy's house, so he was accidentally disabled by a crazy old man. The enemy was not prosperous and had no intention of confronting the Wangs again, so he moved out of the house one night and went to an empty house.

Wang Guaizi, who has a broken leg, is more stubborn. He has never been married in his life. He retaliated against the old man who had only one child left in this unique way.

Recently, a new candy store has opened across the street. The shopkeeper is a middle-aged man, surnamed Bu, Korean. As soon as this store opened, Wang Guaizi's "Qing Palace Royal Point" was getting worse every day. On this day, when there were many customers, Wang Guaizi also slipped into the store and took a look, which refreshed him. The shop is clean and warm, with white tablecloths, shiny tables and chairs, and some ethnic trinkets hanging on the wall. Candied cake is served with kimchi, spicy cabbage, spicy sauce ... and white and tender tofu. The shopkeeper named Bu recognized Wang Guaizi, warmly asked him to sit down, and ordered sugar cakes and side dishes for Wang Guaizi to taste and give directions. Wang Guaizi deliberately asked for information, which made him even more ashamed. The shopkeeper said that Yanbian's business was booming, but my widowed mother became more nostalgic as she got older, so I had to go back to Huaiyuan to open a shop ... Wang Guaizi was shocked and the candy cake she had just bitten fell on the table. The shopkeeper didn't notice it, but he still talked about it in Kan Kan. He said that the store was run entirely by grandma's early skills, and later it was integrated into the practice of making cakes, with a few more processes, not to mention the taste.

Wang Guaizi doesn't know how he got out of the shop. Since then, a person in a lonely lane has never seen him make candy cakes again. I don't know when, the plaque of "Qing Palace Imperial Point" on his door was removed.

On this day, Wang Guaizi picked a load of spring water from the white milk spring in Jingshan, a suburb. At this moment, he realized why the old man had done that cruel thing. The sugar cake fried with this spring water and noodles is especially soft and sweet. Although Qiu Ni's craftsmanship is unparalleled, if you taste it carefully, you can feel the iron smell in the outlet pipe and the disinfectant smell in the tap water. Wang Guaizi limped through a unique alley. When he was about to knock on Jabu's door, thousands of emotions welled up in his mind. Hey, it's been transporting these sprays for half a century.

Zhang Kai's Prose

Three chapters of family affairs

■ Zhang Kai

Jiazishu

After I graduated from college, I was surrounded by piles of schoolbags every day, just like living in an ocean of books, which made me breathless. The office of more than ten square meters is surrounded by books, and the place against the wall at home is full of bookcases and books. Some outdated books and magazines are piled up on the ground in packages, half a person's height. I don't know if I have read them, but I thought we were selling books.

Sometimes I buy books out of interest, but more often because of work needs. In order to master some new knowledge in time, I want to keep it for myself when I see a new book. In short, I am addicted to buying books, but sleepy when reading. I bought teaching reference books when I was teaching and books on economics when I was in politics, but I have been buying books on literature and I will never give up buying books in my life. In the dead of night, every time I read these books, the walls at home have become a luxury desire for me, which is somewhat depressing.

I am most afraid of moving, because books are the root of all troubles, books are the most troublesome things, and books are super nightmares. When you move out, put the books into nearly 100 boxes, which can fill the van. It's really flooded. When you move in, it will take ten days and a half months to clean up. It's hell on earth. So I hope that one day, I will move, clean up the books thoroughly and give me a relaxed and free space.

In fact, there are no books I have to read on my bookshelf. Everything is about prosperity and decline, and it is fun to meet each other. In a word, I look forward to the day when there are books in front of me, but there are no books in my heart. It is fun to return to nature.

The wine in the cup

Of course, I'm glad to get together with my friends and have a good meal. Actually, I don't drink. If I can talk like a river, I will enjoy it. It's the wine order of Liejun, which has an aphrodisiac aroma, intoxicating, destroying debaters, and intoxicating passionate pride.

Some people are teetotalless and look healthy, but it is also difficult to enter a mysterious and unimpeded world, causing some unnecessary reverie and embellishment; For life, I dare not make arbitrary judgments, only respect his choice. For some people who deliberately get drunk, they probably want to escape from reality and forget the gains and losses. Of course, they are also extremely smart and lovely people. He is free to go in and out of two completely different worlds. When he is drunk, he wakes up, and when he wakes up, he is drunk. Just like Wang Bi, Yan He, Ji Kang and Ruan Ji, celebrities in Wei and Jin Dynasties, his life is bound to be wonderful.

It's rare to get drunk several times in life. At this time, when you are not drunk, you will fall asleep in nonsense. When you are drunk, you will speak freely and pursue absolute detachment and freedom, even silence and freedom. Tao Yuanming has a saying: But hate is even more fallacious, so you have to forgive my intoxicating. The drunkard's intention is not to drink. You don't have to wait eighteen years to be a hero after waking up. Drunk people can experience the feeling of being born dead and coming back from the dead. Why not?

Nowadays, the world is becoming more and more sophisticated, and it is difficult for you to get rid of the secular world. In fact, I don't have to drink or regret, but I have never refused to drink. Nature is a joyous gathering and a joyous parting.

For the wine in the cup, it often represents a passion and a feeling. Don't you cherish it?

In the play

In one's life, it is inevitable to meet such friends: when we meet for the first time, in public, there is always a feeling of beauty, fresh and refined, which makes people shine. Simply saying a few irrelevant words is not a lie, nor is it necessarily the truth. I met him by chance and then disappeared. I lost all my impressions. I don't even have to leave my phone number. If I knew, I wouldn't have called. I met a friend in the negotiation recently. Later, I thought, friends who have a nodding acquaintance should not be friends. Only when they face each other in the negotiation can there be a little truth.

I really didn't expect that we met in the street in a few days in the vast sea of people, and he recognized me. What a coincidence. Of course, I have some impressions of him. My new friend said that he had some problems and asked me to help him solve them, but to solve this problem, he had to look up books, and it happened that he lived close at hand, so he rashly went upstairs with the new stranger. I only stayed upstairs for ten minutes and discussed some problems. We were both very proud. But the other party suddenly answered the phone, as if in a hurry to do something, absent-minded, the topic just started, and immediately had to come to an abrupt end. After a while, my face sank, as if to order the guests to leave. I'm not interested at all, and I don't want to stay.

Walking into the street, the winter sunshine warmed me, and my mood immediately improved. When we met this time, we still didn't exchange phone numbers. His residence was submerged in the floor, and I couldn't remember which room it was, so I thought, if people only have a use relationship, they should not be friends. God forgives and hopes to never meet him again.

The modern relationship between teachers and students is also very weak, and there is no previous concept of being a teacher for life and being a father for life. Now many students are also like this. I left my alma mater after the graduation exam and had no contact with each other. It's like going to the opera. When the play is over, everyone goes home, which is irrelevant. The relationship between men and women in the play is just an illusion, and there is no need to be persistent.

In fact, I'm over the age of no doubt, and I probably don't have any friends I have to make. Even so, there is no big regret, but I will never refuse the arrival of new friends and will naturally become friends. Without me, I am the person in the play.