Chapter 7 neighbors

Dormitory A and No. 2 have three courtyards.In the first courtyard, the concierge was named Zhao. Uncle Zhao, who had lost his wife, brought his 12-year-old son Dafu Shengzi, his eight-year-old son Xiaofu Shengzi, and a 14-year-old daughter.The daughter is good, and the sons are very creative and naughty. The second family is Aunt Lu, who is single, named Lu Peiyun, the mother-in-law of Mr. Li Kuchan.Ku Chan, Li Huiwen and his wife live next door to their naughty son Li Yan and daughter Li Jian.There are three stone steps at the door, facing a yard where clothes are dried.road Good luck in the past, it can be seen that Mr. Kuchan is practicing kung fu and wielding his pure steel Daguan knife weighing more than 20 kilograms.

The third family is Dong Xiwen, an oil painter, and his wife Zhang Lianying, who studies arts and crafts. The couple are soft-spoken, quiet and elegant.The eldest son Dong Shabei, the second son Dong Shalei, and the youngest daughter Dong Yisha are the same age as my son.Shabei is a "New Wenchai", a small troublemaker; Sha Lei is elegant.I bought a large redwood painting table from the Ming Dynasty, and six people couldn’t enter the house after working on it all afternoon. Sha Lei drew a picture of the steps with a small piece of paper, "What does the little doll know?" I scolded him away.The big table case was placed in the open air overnight.The next day, honestly moved into the table according to Sha Lei's drawings.Shara grew up to be an aeronautical scientist.Sabei in Japan is one of my favorite young people with good taste in my life.Our family missed him all the time, but never knew how he was doing.

The fourth family is Zhang Ding and Chen Buwen.Zhang Ding is the most courageous and capable pioneer of modern art and folk art in China.He practiced himself, embraced art bravely, frankly, enthusiastically and persistently, and exuded the fragrance of orchids in the deep valley on the Communist Party members in the 1950s.His wife Chen Buwen is engaged in literary activities, her mind is as fresh as the dawn, and she is as cynical as a man.Walking out of Yan'an with her husband, she seemed very lonely.Bu Wen died after being subdued by the "Gang of Four", and she finally got rid of a little depression; it's a pity for her mind and literary talent.

I can count their four children: Qiao Qiao, the daughter; Lang Lang, the eldest son; David, the second son; Liao Li, the third son, who has the best relationship with us.Liao Liao and my son Hei Man are in the junior class of the nursery school at the Academy of Fine Arts, and we ride to school together on Uncle Wang’s tricycle every day, and we call my wife “Mother Mei Mei” together with my son.It's sweet and sad to think about these things. David is as silent as a philosopher. He is six or seven years old, a little hunchbacked, and never runs around.He and I sometimes sit quietly on the stone steps. At noon, when everyone takes a nap and the yard is quiet, we talk about some serious literary issues.He is reading many books.

Lang Lang is a very pure and kind child.He went to boarding school, and we only saw each other on Sundays or summer and winter vacations.He has a short bamboo flute and plays a song called "Little White Sail".He was kind and courteous, and sometimes he did a kind of forgivable, earth-shattering roaring run through the three courtyards with everyone.Generally speaking, he is very reserved, looking at you, you will find that he is like a deer, a pair of trusting, deer eyes. My wife once said that I would write a novel called "Little White Sail" to tell a logical story about the "future" growth of this group of children.Unexpectedly, these children grew up in a hurry, but what happened made us so sad.

During the "Cultural Revolution", Lang Lang was taken to the Academy of Fine Arts in handcuffs and handcuffs to "criticize". A few days after the meeting, the group discussed whether to shoot him or not.I couldn't bear the horror of deciding the life and death of my child. I fled to Beihai and met Wang Kun as soon as I entered the door. Her child Zhou Qiyue would also be shot at that time.We nodded silently, said "take care", and passed by.It was snowing heavily that day. I climbed to the top of Baita Mountain and looked down at the world. Oh my God! It’s so lonely!

Qiao Qiao was originally in the children's theater, then in Yunnan, and then went abroad.It takes a lot of courage and perseverance for a girl to go to the world.She's open, she can handle it! Only David, who is silent and studious, has never thought of going down the mountain for nearly twenty years since he went to the countryside and arrived at Lushan Mountain.He is one in hundreds of thousands of people who did not go down the mountain.When I went to Mount Lushan many years ago, I found him, he was so detached and unrestrained, indifferent and peaceful. There is also an aunt in their family, who is Buwen's older sister.She takes care of the young Liao Liao, is always smiling, and has good intentions for everything.

After passing the front yard, you will go to the middle yard immediately.There is a small patio in the middle.There are two doors, one zigzags to Zhang Ding's inner room, and the other is Zhang's simple kitchen.It is simple because there is an old bathtub with red rust against the wall. The water pipes, faucets and valves are all complete, leading to the unknown history.It is superior and ancient, and its status is peculiar. It requires knowledge and interest to use and dispose of it, so it has a very humble job in front of it-storing coal briquettes. The first one in the middle courtyard is us.The second home is the arts and crafts artist Liu Weihe and his wife and their small and fat son Dayou.The third family is Cheng Shangren and his wife, who are also arts and crafts artists. Their daughter is seven or eight years old, beautiful and good-looking, named Sansan; I also forgot the name.

There is a large courtyard, and to the east is the dining room of Yuan Mai and his wife in the backyard. Next door, there is a large and a small room where a young woman named Baolan who cooked for Yuan Mai and his wife and later Yanhan and his wife lived. The yard is huge. Later, I built a grape trellis in front of the window Li Keran opened to our middle yard, and planted a large vine.Drinking tea and eating downstairs is a bit "artificially poetic". Then got into a narrow passage on the left to the backyard.There are four rows of houses in the southeast and northwest.A crooked water leak is sandwiched between the uneven brickwork of the patio.Take a short narrow passage on the left to the back door.

There are three houses in a row in the south house, two of which have uneven floors, one is used as a bedroom and the other is used as a living room; the other is a studio with a narrow cement floor on the east side, and the floor has a two-square-foot cement cover. It used to be the Communist Party The secret warehouse where the underground staff hid the transmitter is now used to store a large number of rubbings.There is a window on the south wall of each room. Through the window in the living room, you can see the grapes I planted and all the activities in the middle courtyard. This is the home where Li Keran lived for many years.

In the house on the west side lives a lovely and respectable Granny Li, a very happy and extraordinary dyeable mother in her eighties. In the east room lived a woman surnamed Fan, who said she "had dinner with Mrs. Truman".She loves to wear floral dresses, is in her fifties, and is single. Bei Fangyuan lived in the Yuan Mai family mentioned above. They have three children, the eldest son Yuan Ji, the second son Yuan Cong who has a bit of a stutter, and the third daughter is extremely cute, named Yuan Shan, nicknamed "Fat Sister". Same age as my son.The two sons of the Yuan family are handsome and well-behaved, and they have also become my friends.Later, the Department of Arts and Crafts expanded into the Central Academy of Arts and Crafts, and all the talents belonging to this system moved away.After moving away, Chang Jun and his wife lived in a family. They used to work in the Forbidden City, and they were newly transferred to the Academy of Fine Arts to manage cultural relics.There are also three children in their family. The boy of fifteen or sixteen is called Wanshi, the second son is called Shoushi, and the third daughter is called Yaya. They are all very honest.The Chang family also brought a hunchbacked old lady who was about eighty years old to cook. She never talked too much to others, her hands and feet were clean and her temper was tough, and everyone secretly respected her. There is a big room next door, the door is on the side of the narrow road at the back entrance, originally lived in the woodcarver Yan Han, Bai Yan and his wife and two sons.Lived in school for four years, and Dongdong lived in a nursery.Four years is a docile and pleasant child, and he is in the same group as Dafu Shengzi, Li Yan, Sha Bei, Sha Lei, Lang Lang, Yuan Ji and other peers.Dongdong is too young to talk to everyone. Yanhan later moved to the North Official Square of Gulou.Then there is the anti-"right", this very outstanding wood engraver has been silent about the grievances he has suffered for decades, and he is still in his seventies, still creating moving and powerful works in new styles. After Yan Han left, he moved in to ceramics. Everyone wished Da Nian, his wife and three children.The older one is called Maomao, the younger one is called Xiaodi, and I can’t remember what the younger daughter’s name is.The younger brother is too young, and Mao Mao's age is seven years old among the more than twenty children in the whole hospital.The older ones couldn't keep up, and the younger ones looked down upon them, so they walked up and down the yard alone, or yelled twice behind a large group of children.He was very clever, and his parents were afraid that he would cause trouble, so sometimes they locked him in the house, and cut out a series of paper characters from newspapers by themselves, which was amazingly wonderful. Zhu Danian once studied ceramics in Japan, China's No. 1 ceramic master, a very interesting person.She seems to be physically weak, with a red bellyband around her chest from her navel to her chest on a hot day that looks like a fat doll in a folk New Year painting. She can actually talk and laugh, not like she is sick.It may be part of the performance of the beautiful lady's careful care and thoughtfulness. One day the wife was not at home, after lunch, Zhu Danian began to take a siesta, that Mao Mao, who was not allowed to go out, quietly played with rubber bands on the floor by himself, connecting them into long strips of more than ten feet.Zhu Danian was half asleep and half awake, he didn't care about it for a while, and watched Maomao wrap the strip around the long neck of a two-foot-high Ming Hongwu glazed red vase, knelt on the ground and pulled it, letting the table The bottle on it was shaken.It was too late to say it, and then it was too late, the big bottle fell from the table to the ground, and the priceless bottle made a loud noise of heartache. It was too late for Zhu Danian to wake up suddenly... Although he is a big collector, he will definitely be a long-term collector. Laugh at yourself about it. Zhu Danian is such a person, he can appreciate things that he cherishes all his life, he is good at appreciating them, and has the courage to let them go.I dare not ask where his collections went after the "Cultural Revolution".He used to be a young master, he had seen too much, he was open-minded, so it probably didn't matter... The night at Daya Baojia No. 2 is full-bodied in every way.The children all hid in the house, the smell of dinner filled the room, the warm light mixed with the sound of cups and plates leaked out of the window, and sweet shadows intertwined in the yard.This is 1953, spring.