Chapter 14 in prison must be accompanied

In the spring of 1953, Meixi and I arrived in Beijing with a seven-month-old Heiman.What was Yu Feng busy at that time? Was he and Mrs. Hua Junwu preparing for the establishment of the Artists Association? Miao Zi was doing something in the International Trade Promotion Committee... probably so. At that time, the old streets in Beijing hadn't been greatly moved, and even Tiananmen Square hadn't been expanded.The Monument to the People's Heroes is under construction.Dongdan Pailou faces Chang'an Avenue and there is an alley called Xiguanyin Temple.To the north of the Hutong entrance is the Heping Painting Shop opened by Xu Linlu.Old Xu and his painting shop are very attractive.Lao Xu was a very interesting person at that time, he was very hospitable, and his views on painting were frank.

Straightforward and sophisticated, most of the exhibited works have been carefully selected, and the prices are also thoughtful. His art shop is a favorite place for cultural people.A hundred or so meters further to the east, there is an old gate marked by a large wooden pillar with a half-slanted electric wire. ", "Old Nest".Miaozi and Yufeng live here.Sheng Jialun, Wu Zuguang, Xin Fengxia, Dai Hao and others lived together. This is a large red brick house with no pattern but suitable for living.The house facing the gate and facing south belongs to Sheng Jialun; the house on the east side belongs to Wu Zuguang and Xin Fengxia's couple; Wu's house is at the north end and turns left at the steps, where Dai Hao lives upstairs; the right side of the stairs goes north Miao Zi and Yu Feng are the ones walking.

The house was originally exquisite.Those banisters were made of rough Filipino wood, well painted.The floor is also particular about.It's just that it's all finished and dusty. All the households in the house are neat and tidy.I think Miaozi and Yufeng may be cunning, they picked the best house in the whole courtyard.The spacious living room is at least six meters high, with a fireplace at the base of the wall. There is an independent courtyard on the east side, a big tree and other flowers and trees hugging each other.Yu Feng was originally a great designer, plus he bought cheap Ming and Qing furniture and hired someone to make a long row of big sofas with corners from thick brown cloth, which inevitably made the guests enter the room awe-inspiring, as if Accidentally broke into the palace of some educated emperor.

At that time, Miaozi's old mother was still alive, kind, smiling, and treated everyone as her own child, but she spoke Cantonese dialect.The braised trotters and braised pork with oysters and fermented vegetables she made are still unforgettable to me. I was twenty-nine at the time, in my late thirties.The purpose of often coming to Huang's house is to look at paintings, read rubbings, and borrow books.Of course, talk about the world.My talk aroused everyone's carnival, but Miaozi's talk made me quiet. I have met so many good people in my life, but I always forget three people.One is Mr. Chen Xiaogao from Xianyou County, Fujian, the other is Mr. Ye Lingfeng from Hong Kong, and the other is Miao Zi.In different time and space, these three people are cursed as "lonely species" who do not lend books to others.On the contrary, I did whatever I wanted in the study and library of these three people, read all their collections of books and paintings, and benefited too much.They are generous to me and I am presumptuous to them, "If you are poor, you are ashamed to buy books"! It is impossible for me to have their ambition and state in this life.I was stingy, remembering that the good books and picture albums that were confiscated from the house were not returned, and I was always not generous.These cruel people don't know that it is not easy for us to get a good book.

There is a problem that is unclear and I don't want to deal with it.Did he move to Fangjiayuan after he became a "rightist", or did he move to Fangjiayuan before he became a "rightist"? In short, he moved.That was the home of the famous scholar Wang Shixiang.Miaozi lives in the east room, Mr. Guangyu lives in the west room, and Shixiang lives in the north room.How to move? How to negotiate? Because the temper and way of thinking of the three people are different, if you remember the details, it must be an interesting article to write down. Fangjia Garden is also a courtyard that was originally exquisite but then tired. The unforgettable wisteria is still there?

After Chang'an Avenue was widened, the West Guanyin Temple and the Peace Painting Shop disappeared.Coincidentally, the house where Sheng Jialun lived and was emotionally moved and Miaozi's house are still there, and the red bricks are easy to recognize. My two residences are very close to Fangjiayuan.Originally I lived in Dayabao Hutong, and later I lived in Guan'er Hutong, which is only a few steps away, so everyone often goes there. The era of Fangjiayuan is very far away. It has gone through the anti-"right" movement, several years of Miaozi's labor reform in the Northeast, ten years of the "Cultural Revolution", Miaozi Yufeng was imprisoned for several years, and then the couple was released from prison.Living in Tuanjie Hubei has been happening in recent years.

Miaozi went to reform through labor, and Yu Feng happily recited the first postcard Miaozi sent from the Northeast: "...Through the forest, over the ridge, ah! Such a piece of northern scenery!' You see, you see, he still has this elegance! He also 'Northern scenery...'" Then he laughed as usual , and handed the postcard to me, asking me to read it aloud as usual, and then I couldn't stop laughing. There is a proverb in my hometown: "The beggar sleeps on 'Linggou board' (ice cubes) and sings the snowflakes fluttering—making fun in bitterness." The two couples were actually on the verge of desperation.One is full of poetry and works in the Northeast; the other who stays in the cold kiln receives a letter but appreciates it and is very happy.Really rare.

Every time I go to Fangjia Garden to see Yu Feng and his children, I dare not say "Northeast is very bitter".In fact, there is no need to say it, Yu Feng knows.She was born as a "cheerful seed", and I understand that if she wanted to cry, she would hide and cry alone.Now she is the head coach of the family, and when she cries and messes up, she can't stabilize her position.And the place where I cried was really hard to find at that time, and there were people coming and going everywhere. I also cried once at that time. I couldn't help the tears and buried my head in the quilt.That's when Balmont's verse was read:

for the sun, I just came into this world! Cry like a child.Just stop crying, good man! After many years, the seedlings came back.My house in Dayabao was dark, and when he walked in, I really thought I had broken into a beggar.I was sure it was him, I was overjoyed, I hugged him, and I sat on the stool nearby, speechless for a while... Oh my God! Thank you so much! "Returning Wu Jizi to Survival"! (Soon, I plan to woodcarve the characters of the Water Margin. Miaozi gave me a lot of ideas. Lend me a box of reading cards from him and copy them in my card On. Originally started to carve 200 woodcuts in 1960, and completed the plan in two years. Unfortunately, none of them were completed. Even more than 2,000 cards were lost. At that time, I was 40 years old and full of strength. Carving two hundred 32-carat woodcuts is not a big deal. If only I could carve them at that time.)

In those years, I was always restless, always parting, and always involuntarily distracted. Movement after movement followed by the "Cultural Revolution". Sometimes I pretended to be sick and went to the hospital to register, sometimes I simply took a half-month leave to stay at home, and sometimes I missed Miaozi Yufeng and went to Fangjia Garden.They are the few remaining friends who don't need to fortify in advance, who don't betray others, and who tell the truth. You won't be happy when you meet each other, but you are always happy from the bottom of your heart.Sometimes he talked a lot, and sometimes he talked endlessly as usual; sometimes, he heard a bad news about me, and I couldn't sit still, my heart couldn't stop, and I had to go home quickly.What can I do if I go home? It's better to go back.Along the way, it was as uncomfortable as being drenched in water.It takes a few days to recover from this situation.

I remember once I got him a big purple sand teapot, and proudly bent a big handle with grape vines.One time I excitedly bought a live fish that weighed several kilograms... After entering the yard, a kind old lady shook her hand and told me softly: "Both of them were captured!" "Where's the child?" "At Mama Zhang's place!" Mama Zhang is Mrs. Guangyu. "Strange!" I thought, "they look like that, Lian." Another seven years.