Chapter 71 Reckless Visit to Mr. Feng Zikai
One afternoon in the early spring of 1966, I went to chat with my brother Churen who lived in Changle Village, and it happened that Meng De was also at his home.The three of us are both old classmates of An University and colleagues of the Amateur University of Technology, so we speak freely and very warmly.Somehow Churen mentioned that a famous person named Feng Zikai lived in his alley. Meng De showed great interest and suggested that we visit Mr. Feng Zikai.
In fact, I have heard Brother Churen say many times that Feng Zikai lives in Changle Village, but we never had the idea of going to see him—he didn’t recognize Allah’s “Little Balazi Dipai”.However, Brother Meng De has never been a person who belittles himself (a girl from the Chinese department wrote to him when he was in college). He thinks it has nothing to do with us going to see Mr. Feng, and he will never be rejected. Some famous actors worship him Isn't the audience also very welcome?
So Churen led the way, and we came to the door of Mr. Feng's house.This afternoon was really sunny and sunny, just like other houses in Changle Village: Mr. Feng’s elegant small building had a small garden in front of it; The building is a French-style house (Changle Village used to be called the Garden of Versailles), and the surroundings are very quiet. There is a beautiful piano sound coming from the closed door. At first people said that it might be Feng Zikai's daughter playing the piano.
We rang the doorbell, and a charming young woman opened the door for us.Churen introduced himself before she could speak: We live in Lane 39 (Lane 39, South Shaanxi Road, Changle Village), and we are your neighbors. We came here to see Mr. Feng Zikai.The young woman politely let us in. We stood in the living room and waited for her to go upstairs to report. After the young woman went up, we were told that she was Feng Zikai's daughter.
After a while, Mr. Feng Zikai came downstairs, and the old man with white hair and childlike face and five long beards asked us three uninvited guests with a little nervousness: "You, what's the matter with you?" Zhejiang Mandarin.
We told him in a hurry: We are his readers, and we just came here to see Mr. Feng (Meng De also misrepresented that we were your audience—he really took Mr. Feng as a movie star).Mr. Feng seemed quite relieved. While inviting us to sit down, he walked over to a coffee table to find a piece of paper and a pen, and asked us to write down our names and work (study) units. We wrote down our names, Position and school taught.Mr. Feng looked at it carefully for a while, and finally he was completely relieved, knowing that we are teachers and not the kind of stunned young college students.
He sat down with a smile and complimented us:
"So you are all educators!"
That's how the chatterbox opened.Everyone has seen Mr. Feng's paintings, so let's talk about the paintings first: We all said that Xiao Chenguang saw Mr. Feng's paintings and liked them very much.Meng De also knew that Mr. Feng was the dean of the Shanghai Academy of Painting, so he mentioned that he had gone to the art exhibition of the Academy of Painting. (It was already last year’s old imperial calendar—it was a traditional Chinese painting exhibition held by the Academy of Fine Arts in praise of Mao Zedong Thought.) Mr. Feng replied flatly: They asked me to go to the opening, but I didn’t go. I haven’t been to the Academy for a long time.
Mr. Feng asked what we teach?We told him we taught physics.There was a smile on his peaceful face, and he said again and again: "Teaching physics is good!"Good at teaching physics!People who study science like to draw and like art - not bad!nice!
The spring sunshine shone into this small living room, which was not at all rich and luxurious, and shone on the wall on the side of the old man.Mr. Feng's kind and peaceful smile makes the living room more spring-like.
Meng De probably wanted to show that he had a relationship with the art world, so he said that he had been seeing Mr. Zhang Leping in Fuxing Park these mornings.Mr. Feng also said lightly: Oh, Zhang Leping, he is still young.
Suddenly, Mr. Feng said something that I still don't quite understand:
"I'm not actually painting, I'm writing articles."
Mr. Feng was the chairman of the Shanghai Artists Association and the president of the Shanghai Academy of Painting. Why did he say that he was "not a painter" but a "writer"?
I racked my brains to recall Mr. Feng's article, but I couldn't remember the title of the article, only some fragmented sentences (and I was not sure whether it was correct)-a flash of inspiration: I thought of the Grimm's fairy tale translated by Mr. Feng.So I talked about my feelings when I read Grimm's fairy tales when I was a child: I liked it and even moved me; I also liked Mr. Feng's illustrations, and I also told many stories of Grimm's fairy tales to my friends.
Mr. Feng seemed very happy, but he didn't say anything, just listened to me, and looked at me with a smile in his eyes.
No one expected that the silent Churen suddenly said something out of nowhere:
"Marx said Grimm's fairy tales are reactionary!"
The air in the living room suddenly froze!Spring seems to slip away at once!What's the weather like now?It was the early spring of 1966, Yao Wenyuan had already launched an attack on "Hai Rui's dismissal from office"; the whole country had already launched a big criticism of Xia Yan, Tian Han, Yang Xianzhen, Zhou Gucheng and many other big figures inside and outside the party. Beginners will be "wrong with their nerves" and burst out such a sentence.
In fact, the first brother is neither the party nor the league. From school to work, he has always been a "backward element" born in the bourgeoisie and a target of being punished.However, he loves philosophy, so he naturally reads Marxist philosophy. He often meditates alone in the presence of many people, so that he will say an inappropriate sentence out of nowhere.Now that Churen said this, the consequences were very serious: Mr. Feng fell silent, and the smile in his eyes disappeared.
In order to break the deadlock, I refuted the first person with a sharp voice: "Marx's words are not true! Marx believed that a country could not win the victory of the proletarian revolution. This is wrong. Lenin's October Revolution successfully proved this point, so With Leninism!" My face turned to Mr. Feng: "Marx's words are not all correct."
Chu Ren knew that he had caused trouble by talking nonsense, so he quickly nodded in agreement, the atmosphere eased, and Mr. Feng's eyes once again smiled.But the warm and harmonious situation just now was gone forever, and Mr. Feng didn't say anything more.We had no choice but to stand up and say goodbye. Mr. Feng shook hands with us one by one and sent them to the door.
As soon as he left Feng Zikai's house, Meng De couldn't hold on anymore, and scolded Chu Ren: How can Chi Lao Nong talk nonsense.The old man does not go to work for the sake of peace, why don't you listen to Iraq?Jiao Guan Chen Guangfu went to the painting academy.It's good for Lennon, who ran to Yiwu to tell Yige's last incident and reaction.I don't want to scare the hell out - it's not peaceful in Denler's room either!
I also blamed Chu Ren for talking indiscriminately. He listened to us with his head downcast, like a chicken drowned in a downpour.
Everyone broke up in frustration.But I was a little smug in my frustration: Mr. Tokitoyo seemed to shake my hand a little longer when he shook hands with everyone, and smiled at me—don’t know if I’m neurotic.
More than 40 years have passed, Mr. Feng Zikai has long passed away, and Meng De is no longer alive, but I will never forget that visit to Mr. Feng!I believe the same is true for the first brother.
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