Chapter 4 Brother Leping is timid

I remember he also painted San Mao at that time.I don't remember where or what newspaper it was used for.He sat at the small table by the window and drew the same sketches repeatedly.One hand turned unnaturally and re-draw one, and the back of the head part was inaccurate and another. After the sixth drawing, he himself became angry.I say: "Actually, all of them are good, so there is no need to redraw them." He was serious, pointed his finger at me little by little, and said softly: "Nong don't say what you can! Do things thoroughly, so that you don't talk about yourself! Don't wait for others to say it before changing it, remember it!"

Once, Hina's sister-in-law also told me that he has always been like this in painting, and it is rare to achieve it in one go. These words, I have been using until now. Brother Le Ping is a rich man compared to me, and he works part-time in a Chinese tea company.But his family consists of four people, so I am freer than him. He sometimes visits me at Dongxi Temple before going to work, drinks soy milk and eats sticky rice with fried dough sticks at a stall on the street.I have a little advantage, I don't talk trivially, and I don't rush to talk; I feel that I am at the age of quiet listening, and my ears are universities!

In the evening, he often took me to the street to drink. There is such a stew shop with two and a half tables on the street, which sells some stewed tripe that makes me drool, and all kinds of braised sauce meat.Next door is a liquor store.After sitting down, Brother Le Ping ordered a small plate of chopped spicy tripe stew as usual, and then tremblingly came from the next door with a small full glass of baijiu. He said I listen, took a sip of the wine, breathed a sigh of relief, then lifted a small piece of tripe with the chopsticks and put it into his mouth, and I followed suit with the same chopsticks.On the surface I follow the rhythm, but in my heart I follow my temper.He said while drinking; I don't drink, and I silently mourned this small dish like karate.After finishing the first glass of wine, he got up and went to the next door to drink the second glass of wine. When the opportunity came, I swept away the poor little plate with two chopsticks, and filled the plate as if it was stolen by a pickpocket. .

He carefully held the full wine glass, and when he sat down, he found the plate was like the light of a full moon, and said sadly: "You have to chew slowly, ho!" Then he got up, went to the saucepan and asked for another plate of tripe.He drank and talked, and then he was very vigilant about the movement of my chopsticks. Afterwards, I have been repeatedly self-examined, why didn't he invite his old partner Lu Zhixiang and invite me to drink with him? First, he couldn't stand Lu Zhixiang's drinking capacity; second, he couldn't stand Lu Zhixiang's rowdy temper.

The benefits of taking me to the streets are as follows: 1. I don't drink, so I can save my money.2. Although the rhythm of the chopsticks is sometimes out of tune, he is a child who can be educated well.Three, I am a patient listener.4. The price of wine is expensive, but the price of belly is much cheaper. Adding an extra plate or two will not affect the economic balance. On Saturday, Hina's sister-in-law will pick up her child from Hugang Children's New Village Nursery a few miles away.Now I am confused, the second child is picked up at Hugang, so is the eldest, Mimi, in a nursery or kindergarten in the city?

When I didn’t come to Ganzhou, there were many people who accompanied Chuyin’s wife to Hugang. The woodcarver was Huangyan! The woodcarver was Yubaishu! The woodcarver was Chen Tingshi! Chen Tingshi.Chen Tingshi is a hard-of-hearing person, so it is uncomfortable not to talk for a few miles, not to mention that I like to walk and talk with Chuyin's sister-in-law. The nursery there is well run, organized and strict.One time when I went late, I was left alone on the small bed sucking my toes.The person who went through the formalities was a good-looking woman of medium build and wearing a gray uniform. She was an acquaintance with Chuyin's sister-in-law. On the way back, she told me that her name was Zhang Yaruo and she was a friend of Chiang Ching-kuo.I didn't take it seriously when I heard it. It's amazing that such a big news came out decades later!

Brother Le Ping is very, very, very timid, so small that it is hard to describe.Chiyin's sister-in-law thought it was funny, so she didn't mind seeing too much, and let it go. The plane siren sounded, and Brother Chen Tingshi and I happened to be chatting at Brother Leping's house at night. At ten o'clock after nine o'clock, he took me and Brother Ting Shi and ran away.His demeanor of escaping alarms has long been known, and it is rare to have the opportunity to accompany him.He led the way downhill, crossed the Zhangjiang pontoon bridge, went uphill and downhill; then crossed the Gongjiang pontoon bridge, went uphill, uphill, uphill, passed through the long dense forest to a barren mound, and burrowed into it without looking back. To a grave without a coffin.After I settled down, I hurriedly stretched out my hand from the grave and softly greeted Brother Chen Tingshi and me to go in. It turned out to be the Kouguang acupoint, and there was a lot of room for maneuver. I couldn't hear the movement, and just stepped out of the cave to breathe, he scolded me in a lame voice:

"Does Nong A want to die? Nong wants to die. Nong's own business, and Nong is implicating me, Ge Lang? Come in quickly!" I think that if the Japanese devils really followed Zhang Leping's strategic thinking, they would have surrendered several years in advance.In the desert land, the moonlight is like water, and the shadows of people are like mustard. How could the Japanese devils aim at you, Zhang Leping? Why did he want to bomb you, Zhang Leping? I heard later that he was justifiably timid.In Guilin, he had dinner in the house with musician Zhang Shu, painter Zhou Lingzhao and his family. Seeing that the explosion killed Zhang Shu beside him, why was he not afraid?

Chiyin's wife is at home with her children, she is as stable as Mount Tai, so touching. Later, I went to work in a public education center in a small county on the edge of Ganzhou.Lu Zhixiang was in nearby Nankang.The Japanese opened up the Hunan-Guangxi line and cut southeast China in half.Here comes the trouble. In less than a year, the Japanese devils occupied Ganzhou and announced the "sweeping of the three south" (Longnan, Qiannan, Dingnan).It's really hot on Sunday. Those who fled were more lively than those who went to the market.At this moment, everyone will have the opportunity to see the scale of the Chinese themselves ruining themselves before the Japanese soldiers arrived.It is unbelievable to say that on the same road, there are several floors of chaotic people, and the disaster is three-dimensional.

I fled to Longnan and met brother Lu Zhixiang, who said that brother Leping and sister-in-law Chuyin were also there. I asked, "Where is the child?" He said, "Peace! Peace!" I went to see them right away. It turned out that they were setting up a street stall to sell the clothes they brought with them.Brother Le Ping sold his fine leather shoes barefoot. I also met painter Yan Shi and Xiao Gao.