Chapter 5 forget each other

Later, I read a memory article written by a friend, saying that they opened a small restaurant with Chen Lang and others. Why didn’t I know? Maybe I was still in Xinfeng and didn’t catch up.One day, Brother Le Ping had a whimsical idea and made a full tank of the hot summer heat-relief gift—clear and sweet lotus root powder egg drop soup.The method is simple, boil a pot of boiling water, beat two eggs, stir in two taels of potato powder, add a dozen grains of saccharin and serve.The small profit is huge, how much is a bowl, dozens of bowls, how much do you say? Hundreds of thousands of refugees, what is the situation of one bowl for one person? What is the situation of two bowls for one person? From 7:00 am to 5:00 pm, not to mention people, even the ducks retreated to their nests.The weather was sweltering, and seeing that the whole cornucopia of wonderful things had gone to waste, they graciously invited Lu Zhixiang, Yan Shi and I to drink

stand up.If I were a passing refugee and came to drink a bowl by chance, it would be a good drink to quench my thirst; but if the three people sitting comfortably want to drink the whole tank in one go, it will take a little bit of the spirit of Yugong Yishan.Brother Le Ping also asked us: "How can it taste? It's brand new?" Yan Shi was cunning, and said quickly: "Come together! Come together! Tell my sister-in-law and the children to come and drink..." Lu Zhixiang didn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth: "Nong told me to drink only liquids, and don't give me something hard. I really want to eat everything,—cruel!"

Later, I heard that the contents of this vat were really poured into the ditch on the side of the street.In fact, it should have been poured long ago, lest half of it be filled in our stomachs. Soon Leping and his family hitchhiked away.I can't remember whether I went to Meixian or Changting.Always living in such no fixed place, floating around like a caravan career.We delivered the car, and he yelled in the back of the truck with a bad Beijing movie: "Scalper, scalper! New Year's Eve is a joy, you come to ×× to find me!" (My nickname is "Scalper".) The car was too fast, but I couldn't hear the word ×× clearly...

We met again in the spring of 1947. Sanmao was serialized in "Ta Kung Pao" and was loved by the people of the whole country.At that time, the weather was cold, and Sanmao was still wearing single clothes. The girls sent Sanmao little sweaters and trousers. In the painting, Sanmao really wore these affectionate clothes.These clothes also warm brother Leping who is ill. He lives on the second floor of a shop that sells pull-back shoes a few streets away, and he is vomiting blood.It came out of drinking with people.Chiyin's wife and child are in Jiaxing.I don't know if I know it or not.

Sometimes we meet, eat small restaurants and drink with him.During that time, I did not see Mrs. Hina and the child.It is said that they had many sons and daughters, and adopted many sons and daughters, one after another, forming the great lineup of Zhang Feng's army.Imagine the difficulty of having a son and raising a daughter, and you will understand that this pair of parents has a broad mind, and their emotional foothold is beyond the reach of ordinary people. In 1948 I left Shanghai for Hong Kong via Taiwan.Goodbye Brother Le Ping was in Beijing in 1953.He went to Beijing for a meeting, and of course we would get together, eat something and drink tea. "We love each other well"! Once we start a movement, we will be "not as good as we are" again, and we will recklessly spend decades in this way.

Death is like traveling far away, and he returns on the heart of the living. I have many respected seniors and elder brothers, and their achievements in life are always a bit off topic.It is a joke that Mr. Gannu, who is knowledgeable and noble, finally handed down old and new poems to the world.Uncle Shen Congwen's last work was a catalog of clothing history, which made people laugh and cry; but they were all excellent works.Brother Le Ping has been holding Sanmao's little hand for more than 60 years, spreading love, forming good ties, and deeply rooted, adding to the glory of the motherland's culture and history, and exhausting his efforts to move mountains.

I am one of the beneficiaries of Brother Leping among millions of people.From worshiping him to being friends with him for more than half a century, I regret that he still has many talents that he has not used.His strengths are precisely the deficiencies that are neglected in the current art world.What the ancients called "lifelike portrayal", he used it most vividly and smoothly.Don't stick to the "similarity" in the photo style, the exaggeration can be seen in the implicit, and the complexity can be organized. ... If someone has a heart to make some records of his chats with his peers and his artistic creation, the accumulation will add up, and it may be a useful gift for self-study for the majority of self-study such as my generation.

Brother Le Ping has many unexpected and wonderful ingenuity and skills. Once at Zhang Zhengyu’s house in Beijing, he ate crabs and left the shells behind. After the meal, he added a few strokes on the shell cover pattern, and Zhang Zhengyu’s fat face appeared in front of his eyes, which is amazing! Acquainted friends all know that he can cut out two big teams for weddings and weddings in one go without drafting, and cut out a picture of a turtle watching a Jiuqu Bridge with people and scenery.He was indeed too busy, and he hadn't really played anywhere in his life.I don't go to many foreign countries, and I'm accompanied by a delegation, so it's rare to have a good time.If only he was still alive! Let me accompany him and Mrs. Chu Yin, Yan Nu, Uncle Shen, Zheng Ke and other old people to live in my Italian home, sit in the yard, drive the car to look around, and go for a walk! This is obviously possible, alas! I missed it all.Young people often miss old people.

When I woke up from a dream, I was over seventy! Damn, who stole my time? Stealed my acquaintance’s time? Let us live up to many unfinished work and many feelings! July 22, 1997 in Shanghai