Chapter 11 children

In my memory, I don't seem to have seen him scolding a child. Speaking of children, I like all three of his children very much. When Xiao Ke grew up, he became a PLA soldier, short and strong.I haven't seen each other for many years. Once, I saw a majestic and fully armed PLA soldier at the corner of the Xiaowei camp. He called me "Uncle Huang" and gave me a military salute. "Ah! Xiaobao It's you! Xiaobao. "I was so moved, I hugged him tightly, forgetting the seriousness and respect that should be given to the People's Liberation Army. Xiaobao's official name is "Li Xiaoke", and he probably hopes that everyone will stop calling him by his baby name. Okay. Let's do it! I, Uncle Huang, try to do it!

After being demobilized, Xiao Ke became a paternal painter in the Beijing Academy of Fine Arts, taking care of his aging parents at the same time.It's always good to have a child around. Little sister we still call her little sister.She is several years older than Heiman, and Heiman had to be played with by her from a few months ago, wrapping him up in a bath towel, grabbing a corner with Yaya, another sister of the Chang family, and shaking him back and forth Playing and singing nice nursery rhymes.Many years ago, she was a radical, and she signed up to participate in the "Mountain and Countryside" and went to Gansu far away.The Keran couple watched her as a girl leave with a burden on her shoulders.One to ten years.She took the little girl back with great effort, and she is already a big girl.Our hearts trembled with joy for her return.She is our little girl back then, with two big shaggy braids, a red face, and Li Zhu who danced loudly and loudly with the "monkey rubber band".Her return pleased the old man beyond words.

I remember when I returned to work in the Academy of Fine Arts from Hong Kong in 1953, the Department of Printmaking was called the Department of Printmaking, and the Department of Chinese Painting was called the Department of Color and Ink Painting.Because the two departments were not very eye-catching at the time, the color and ink painting department were all old guys, and the printmaking department had only a small number of staff, so they were combined for political studies.The weather was hot, and there was a piece of poplar tree outside, so the study session was held outdoors.This study group includes Li Keran, Li Kuchan, Wang Qingfang, Jiang Zhaohe, Ye Qianyu, Huang Jun, Liu Lishang and Lu Hongnian, as well as Li Hua, Wang Qi, Chen Xiaonan and me.The nursery is next door to us, and it is also released to play under the green shade, separated by a small movable railing.Li Zhu was in the nursery at that time, and she was as curious as all the children watching this group of old men sitting with her father.I just came back from Hong Kong, and I may have discovered something new about my clothes. A child pointed at me and said:

"This little man wears a pair of little shoes." I almost couldn't laugh or cry when I heard this sentence.I am twenty-eight years old. People with wives and children, what is younger? But compared to their fathers, they are indeed much younger.Fortunately, Li Zhu helped me out, she said: "He is Uncle Huang, Hei Man's father!" The younger brother's official name is "Li Geng", and he is the youngest boy in the Li family.I can only see him once a week because he is "full care".My younger brother is one of the children who admire me the most and is very close to me.The reason is that I have some things that he dreamed of and fascinated him: a bright red Italian accordion with eighty bass keys; a double-barreled shotgun; a stereoscopic mirror; Something funny that I can't remember.Plus I was laughing and screaming, unlike all their dads, willing to play with them and tell funny stories when it was free.At my cue, they'd come running.

He has a husky voice, even when he cries. Suddenly he grew up.We are separated by a whole period of suffering - the "Cultural Revolution".He "went to the countryside" to Inner Mongolia.I have also been to Inner Mongolia and know what it is like for young children.But he came back as a grown man.Thank God for giving us a young man who is as open-minded as the desert and the sky. "I'm back, nothing can kill me, it's hard to kill me. Uncle Huang, don't say anything!" He becomes a strong man.The burly physique left by his ancestors, coupled with the exercise of horseback and desert.He surpassed the meek and submissive character of his father's generation.Sensible, but do not beg for peace.He painted very hard, and then went to Japan.Before leaving, come to see me and ask me if I have anything to say.

"Remember!" I said, "Don't let people know that you are Li Keran's son!" "Sure!" he said. I went to Tokyo a few years ago, and he called from Osaka, asking if it was me, and he cried on the phone.He said, "Uncle Huang! Come and see me!" I went.In a small Japanese room, to put it bluntly, I have never seen a "sketchbook" stacked up to fill a wall in my life, a wall that does not get in.It took two or three days to play through Osaka Castle with me, and we broke up. Later I heard that he traveled to many places, Europe and America, and drew many sketches.Not long after, a brochure of his exhibition was transferred from Mr. Keran. When I saw many recent ink paintings of his, I couldn't help clapping my hands and smiling: "This is the Li family's thousand-mile horse!"

Strong, pungent, full of happy ink.The messy inscriptions add to the power of the picture, which I like very much.I miss him even more, like my own flesh and blood.I don't know where he is now? Your father is dead! Do you know? Can you come back? Come back quickly! Brother! Where are you? Children are our sweetness and our sorrow; our flesh and blood, our heart. Speaking of the "Cultural Revolution", so many years have passed, and the crisis has been ruled out, you have to say that the "Cultural Revolution" is a very interesting drama.It's a pity that the ticket price is too expensive.How much time, life, blood, tears.

During the "Cultural Revolution", we were locked together. I don't know whether it is God or the devil playing such a big joke on us. The total number of ghosts and monsters under the trusteeship of the Academy of Fine Arts and the Artists Association, "Tiangang" and "Disha" is exactly one hundred and eight of the heroes of Liangshan Water Margin.There is a record of this, so you can't help but believe it. Difficult times, exhaustion, pain, humiliation, fear, longing for family and friends...