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[About the Author]
Chi Zijian， born in 1964 and taking up writing in 1983，has published literary works of more than 4 million characters. She is born with a quiet character and spends most of her time writing， reading and taking a walk. She thinks the ultimate quality of novels is simplicity--- simplicity is the highest state no matter for language， artistic conception， wording or attitude towards life， even the personality.
[Introduction]
As the daughter of a rapist， the plain-looking girl， Zhao Xiao’e came to Harbin from a village in the northeastern China and became a proofreader in a newspaper office after graduation. She experienced two failures in love and met a kind landlord， a Jewish descendant， Jelena in her 80s. She gradually knew about Jelena’s rough story. After Zhao Xiao’e fell in love with the eccentric Qi Deming， she recognized her natural father and plotted patricide for revenge， thus started a career similar to Jelena’s.
After the publishing of her full-length novel White Snow and Crow in 2010， Chi Zijian who didin’t publish new books for quite a period of time launched Good Night， Rose， again writing stories happened in Harbin， the city she has lived in for more than 20 years. In this book， Chi Zijian arranged a meeting of two women from in generations but with similar fate （both have attempted “patricide” and experienced failure in love） to wave an open-ended complicated context with dense narrations when shuttling between history and cotemporary. Chi Zijian claimed that this medium-length novel was the one she found most difficult to write and time-consuming. Although it’s hard to definite the type of the novel， what she wanted to express is about love and pain， sin and redemption in life.
Difficulty in writing： looking for a prototype of character in history
The backdrop of Good Night， Rose by Chi Zijian is in Harbin. The last full-length novel White Snow and Crow is also about a plague broke out in Harbin in last century and Dance and Yellow Chicken and White Spirit she wrote before were also about Harbin. As for the background of creation， Chi Zijian mentioned that she was deeply in love with writing about Harbin in recent years. “I came to Harbin in 1990 and I’ve lived in this city for 23 years. It seemed I had no feeling for this city and longed for my hometown， the Greater Khingan Range in the past. However， I can’t leave here as I’ve lived here for a long time. And the first time when I felt close to it unexpectedly started from coming back after outgoing. One year， I came back to Harbin after participating in a meeting for writers in the south. When I took a bus from the airport to the downtown at dusk， I saw lonesome northern wild in the late autumn outside the window. The intimate atmosphere of clear autumn touched me. That’s the city where I live！ Its beauty is always out there， connecting with a part of my life. I just ignored it before.” I found traces left behind by girls when cleaning Qi Deming’s room. There was a silver pink blouse tucked in a pile of white shirt and I could tell its owner must be delicate since its size was very small； there was a pair of large-sized women’s gloves on the clothes tree in the hallway， which didn’t seem to be the same owner of that silver pink blouse.
There was a delicate light blue double-buret clamp in the old tooth glass in the bathroom with glittering diamonds on it. Qi Deming didn’t shun to that and told me he already had three girlfriends. I didn’t have a clue for why he broke up with them， since he didn’t mention it.
Jelena eventually threw doubt upon my frequent working over time. At one night she came to my room after saying her prayers. She said： “You could move away if you have found a better place to go. It’s not convenient for both you and me. Although I’ve told me you won’t come back in advance， as long as I hear footstep in the corridor， I would think you’re driven off by others and get up to check it out. You know I aways can’t sleep well.”
Jelena’s words moved me but I still told a lie， saying： “I have more work to do at the end of the year， since in addition to proofreading， I have to do some collecting and editing. So I often work over time. It’ll be well after the Spring Festival.” I stammered those words and blushed.
Jelena had a cough and said： “But you didn’t smell well after working over time！”
Qi Deming smoked a lot. Staying with him meant staying in a gas duct.
I knew Jelena’s high nose was just like a lie detector， which was as sensitive as those of young people. I lowered my head， said softly： “I’m sorry， Jenela...”
“What does he do？” Jelena came straight to the point. I only had to tell the truth， “He does sales in a pharmaceutical factory.”
“You’re afraid you can’t have enough drugs in the future， are you？” Jenela smiled gently and forgave me again after saying this.
I knew Jenela didn’t go to hospital and hardly take drugs after seventy years old. She said she had given her life to the God. And I was still young. Young people like to give their life to people， although to the wrong ones more often than not.
I didn’t want to leave Jenela， since I hadn’t got along with Qi Deming for long and our relation developed too fast. And it was yet to be tested for whether it’s true love. Anyway， his conditions in various aspects were better than mine. I was afraid he may suddenly do the breaking up like what Song Xiangkui did.
Chi Zijian， born in 1964 and taking up writing in 1983，has published literary works of more than 4 million characters. She is born with a quiet character and spends most of her time writing， reading and taking a walk. She thinks the ultimate quality of novels is simplicity--- simplicity is the highest state no matter for language， artistic conception， wording or attitude towards life， even the personality.
[Introduction]
As the daughter of a rapist， the plain-looking girl， Zhao Xiao’e came to Harbin from a village in the northeastern China and became a proofreader in a newspaper office after graduation. She experienced two failures in love and met a kind landlord， a Jewish descendant， Jelena in her 80s. She gradually knew about Jelena’s rough story. After Zhao Xiao’e fell in love with the eccentric Qi Deming， she recognized her natural father and plotted patricide for revenge， thus started a career similar to Jelena’s.
After the publishing of her full-length novel White Snow and Crow in 2010， Chi Zijian who didin’t publish new books for quite a period of time launched Good Night， Rose， again writing stories happened in Harbin， the city she has lived in for more than 20 years. In this book， Chi Zijian arranged a meeting of two women from in generations but with similar fate （both have attempted “patricide” and experienced failure in love） to wave an open-ended complicated context with dense narrations when shuttling between history and cotemporary. Chi Zijian claimed that this medium-length novel was the one she found most difficult to write and time-consuming. Although it’s hard to definite the type of the novel， what she wanted to express is about love and pain， sin and redemption in life.
Difficulty in writing： looking for a prototype of character in history
The backdrop of Good Night， Rose by Chi Zijian is in Harbin. The last full-length novel White Snow and Crow is also about a plague broke out in Harbin in last century and Dance and Yellow Chicken and White Spirit she wrote before were also about Harbin. As for the background of creation， Chi Zijian mentioned that she was deeply in love with writing about Harbin in recent years. “I came to Harbin in 1990 and I’ve lived in this city for 23 years. It seemed I had no feeling for this city and longed for my hometown， the Greater Khingan Range in the past. However， I can’t leave here as I’ve lived here for a long time. And the first time when I felt close to it unexpectedly started from coming back after outgoing. One year， I came back to Harbin after participating in a meeting for writers in the south. When I took a bus from the airport to the downtown at dusk， I saw lonesome northern wild in the late autumn outside the window. The intimate atmosphere of clear autumn touched me. That’s the city where I live！ Its beauty is always out there， connecting with a part of my life. I just ignored it before.” I found traces left behind by girls when cleaning Qi Deming’s room. There was a silver pink blouse tucked in a pile of white shirt and I could tell its owner must be delicate since its size was very small； there was a pair of large-sized women’s gloves on the clothes tree in the hallway， which didn’t seem to be the same owner of that silver pink blouse.
There was a delicate light blue double-buret clamp in the old tooth glass in the bathroom with glittering diamonds on it. Qi Deming didn’t shun to that and told me he already had three girlfriends. I didn’t have a clue for why he broke up with them， since he didn’t mention it.
Jelena eventually threw doubt upon my frequent working over time. At one night she came to my room after saying her prayers. She said： “You could move away if you have found a better place to go. It’s not convenient for both you and me. Although I’ve told me you won’t come back in advance， as long as I hear footstep in the corridor， I would think you’re driven off by others and get up to check it out. You know I aways can’t sleep well.”
Jelena’s words moved me but I still told a lie， saying： “I have more work to do at the end of the year， since in addition to proofreading， I have to do some collecting and editing. So I often work over time. It’ll be well after the Spring Festival.” I stammered those words and blushed.
Jelena had a cough and said： “But you didn’t smell well after working over time！”
Qi Deming smoked a lot. Staying with him meant staying in a gas duct.
I knew Jelena’s high nose was just like a lie detector， which was as sensitive as those of young people. I lowered my head， said softly： “I’m sorry， Jenela...”
“What does he do？” Jelena came straight to the point. I only had to tell the truth， “He does sales in a pharmaceutical factory.”
“You’re afraid you can’t have enough drugs in the future， are you？” Jenela smiled gently and forgave me again after saying this.
I knew Jenela didn’t go to hospital and hardly take drugs after seventy years old. She said she had given her life to the God. And I was still young. Young people like to give their life to people， although to the wrong ones more often than not.
I didn’t want to leave Jenela， since I hadn’t got along with Qi Deming for long and our relation developed too fast. And it was yet to be tested for whether it’s true love. Anyway， his conditions in various aspects were better than mine. I was afraid he may suddenly do the breaking up like what Song Xiangkui did.