Chapter 10 a few interesting things

Mr. Keran is a good erhu player.It's not a little good, it's a big good. When he is happy, he will drag on a few paragraphs happily.Kuchan, Chang Jun and Mrs. Keran Zou Peizhu took the time to sing a few cappellas.Chang Jun's "Touching the Monument", Kuchan's "Night Run", Zou Peizhu's "Searching the Orphan and Rescuing the Orphan", after everyone has finished singing, I want to do a section; one section after another, the first section "Dumu Pass", the second section "Stick Out of the Box".After Keran finished playing, she was surprised and asked me in a terrifying tone: "You, what year did you play? Gao Qingkui? Liu Hongsheng? So ancient? I can't even keep up with the piano.

!" I don't know what to do! When I was young, I learned to sing Beijing opera from "Gaoting" and "EMI". How can I know who it was in the 1920s? For many years, I dared not mention the Peking opera to Keran again. When Mr. Keran was a student, Yang Baosen once advised him not to study "Hangzhou Art College", but to play the piano with him, but he refused.It looks like he got it right.It's a pity that this accordion is only worthy of a few broken voices in our yard. It's really a pity and a waste. He has many old friends and even relatives in the Peking Opera circle, such as Shang Heyu, Yu Zhenfei, Xiao Changhua, and Gai Jiaotian.The children screamed and helped the old man into the yard, and screamed to help the old man out.The old man Qi Baishi has also been here many times.When he arrived, children screamed from the front yard to the backyard: "Grandpa Qi is here! Grandpa Qi is here!"

I remember one time when one of his female nurses disappeared, which made him very sad and anxious; The son who was crying on the ground and begging for money and things, he came to the student Li Keran to help solve the problem.This time, he was wearing small gold nuggets sewn with strips of cloth all over his body, and Tuo Keran helped him store them for the time being, lest the "naughty son" take them away. Mr. Keran and his wife always take care of these messy and trivial matters of old man Qi carefully, and take pleasure in it. I like to work overnight.My studio and Mr. Keran's studio happen to be on a 90-degree northeast corner.As soon as you go out and look up to the right, you can see his activities.In the middle of the night, when the work came to an end, I was ready to go back to the bedroom.When I walked out the door, I saw that he was still practicing calligraphy at his desk, and he was really practicing word by word according to the inscriptions; it often moved me very much.This cabin under the stars!

The "case" he called was actually an extremely old writing desk left over from the Japanese and Puppet period, covered with a gray Kuomintang army cotton blanket familiar to middle-aged people in that era.Speaking of this blanket, few people will know that there is a big hole in the middle, which is worn through by Mr. Keran's daily work of brushes and ink paints "through the back of the paper". When Mr. Shiraishi died, he and Mr. Guan Liang were holding a painting exhibition in the GDR.Not being able to see the old man for the last time made him very sad, and he sighed every time he mentioned it.

Mr. Keran's mother is a very nice old lady.People in their eighties filled the courtyard and chatted with people.When you want to say something private, the whole yard can hear it.She is tall and tall, with a red face and a loud "haha" laugh. She and we are bosom friends, like Meixi and children, and like to drink our tea. She is in such good shape.Because the whole courtyard was walking around, he fell face-to-face hard in the dark corridor once, which caused a big shock in the whole courtyard.An old lady in her eighties, what's the matter? Especially since she is such a lovely old lady.rushed to the hospital.When we got back from the street and heard the terrible news, we all cried, thinking we would never see her again.

For more than a week, Grandma Li shouted outside the door: "Mr. Huang! Mr. Huang! Heiman's father!" We couldn't believe it. Grandma Li, whose face was bruised and purple, came in again laughing: "Mr. Huang Hahaha! It's all right. I just fell so badly on my face, I'm really embarrassed to see people, and I can only go to the street after I'm done, look!" I remember one summer afternoon, I asked Li Keran for some reason. There was no middle courtyard, neither his living room nor studio, so I opened the cloth curtain of Mrs. Li in the Westinghouse, and suddenly saw Mrs. Li sitting naked in a big wooden basin taking a bath. , I was so scared that I ran outside, only to hear Grandma Li laughing and shouting: "Mr. Huang! Come and nurse! Don't run!"

When everyone talked about the embarrassment that day, Grandma Li pointed to Keran and said, "He grew up on my milk, why are you ashamed?" Mr. Keran's life in those years was very poor.A lot of people in a family, mother, children and sister, and some relatives who have to take care of.No special hobbies, no drinking, no smoking, tea is not demanding, the only enjoyment is the visit of friends.Meals are also very limited, and my own sister can eat whatever she wants. He doesn't want to cause trouble.Cautious, careful, and bold are all used in painting. His knack for telling jokes is probably not well known to everyone.His jokes are concise, meaningful, and reserved.He didn't laugh when he said it, but when others laughed in response, he laughed along with him.A joke I once quoted in another article is what he said:

"A coward met a snake and was taken aback; another friend said: 'What's there to be afraid of? It's not a frog!'" Draw a face on the fist, wrap a small handkerchief as a turban, and then move around like a scary little old woman, and he also taught me. We watched the Japanese grand sumo wrestling together at the Capital Gymnasium. Premier Zhou Enlai was also present, and the ceremony was very grand.It's just that I'm not used to the fact that the rounds with each other are too short, and it's done in a hurry, but there are too many preparations.When talking about this feeling after returning home, Mr. Keran also agreed very much, so he got off his chair and performed it:

"Look, there is a horse-riding pose from the opposite side, looking at King Kong glaringly, thinking that he is about to make a move, suddenly loosen his strength, each grabs a handful of salt in the bamboo basket, sprinkles this way, this way, east, west, and over. , the person holding the flower fan sang again, another horse-riding pose came from the opposite side, and he glared at King Kong again, thinking that he was going to do something, the person holding the flower fan raised the fan high, made a few strange noises, thinking he was going to pounce on it, haha ! Let go of your energy again, and grab the salt again...

"It's hard to wait until they are really twisted together, there is a 'wow', and the line is over, less than three seconds!" He was blushing while laughing, while making extremely resembling movements, which was a thousand times more interesting than watching the truth. Sometimes I gave him a simulated performance by Qilin Tong, Cheng Yanqiu, and Yan Jupeng, and he couldn't breathe with laughter. He's a delicate humorist, it's a pity he has little time for joy.He is really like the "cow" he worships, like a cow that eats only green grass and produces exquisite milk.