Chapter 84 life can't be short of this

I haven’t slept well for several days, and the circles under my eyes are as black as a panda. At dawn, I rush to empty the urine tank, and when it gets dark, I need to pour water for washing my feet. Who is sick, do you want me to accompany the bed?No, it was my younger brother who came to live in Beijing for a short time. I slept with him in the same room every night. We hadn’t seen each other for 12 years. After the two of us lay down, we had endless conversations. He was 11 years older than me, and he broke his left a few years ago. The leg femur is inconvenient after surgery, so I am willing to serve him!

I have four older brothers and one older sister. The eldest brother and the third brother have both passed away. Now the second and fourth brothers—that is, the younger brother—have settled in Chengdu, and my sister and I have settled in Beijing. We have been brothers and sisters since we were young. After our parents passed away, Our hearts seem to be closer. When I was in high school, I was talking and laughing in the classroom once. When I mentioned Oblomov, the Chinese teacher happened to come in and was surprised.If I had mentioned Evgeny Onegin, he probably would not have been so surprised. It was not uncommon for high school students who liked Russian classics to have read Pushkin's works, but Goncharov's "Obs Lomov, and using the protagonist in that novel as a topic of conversation, this really caught him by surprise.The thick translation novel has no interesting plots, hundreds of pages have passed, and Oblomov, who has been in bed since the first page, has not yet gotten up!The teacher asked me how I read this novel, and I told him that my younger brother introduced it to me.Our younger brother has the most brilliant education. He is a graduate of the Russian Language and Literature Department of Peking University. He was supposed to become a Russian literary translator. Unexpectedly, when he graduated, Sino-Soviet relations began to deteriorate, and there was a surplus of Russian-speaking talents. I went to a county-level middle school in Hunan.Although the younger brother was not able to engage in translation studies of Russian literature, he passed on his understanding of the special charm of Russian and Soviet literature to me.When I was a sophomore in high school in 1958, I submitted an article successfully for the first time and published an article in the magazine "Dhushu". Said, this is inseparable from my little brother's influence on me.

The younger brother is an active member of the Peking Opera Club at Peking University. He specializes in Mei School Tsing Yi, and made his debut in the auditorium of Peking University. He has appeared in "Yutangchun", "Da Dengdian", and "Ertang Shezi". Elegant figure, delicate expression, often won applause.At that time, the principal Ma Yinchu and many famous professors liked to watch the holiday performances of Peking University Peking Opera Club with their classmates.At that time, my younger brother vowed to stage a "pretending to be crazy" scene of the Mei school's famous drama "Universal Front" to satisfy the audience who loves him.In that play, Zhao Yanrong's singing was heavy, and there were a lot of complicated figures, many of which had to be completed with the help of dumb slaves.So, at home, my little brother took me as a dumb slave and rehearsed with him. I kept laughing and making trouble on purpose, which may not help him much, but in that kind of play, I learned more about the art of Peking Opera. A bit of understanding and hobbies are rare nutrients for my later literary creation.

Our whole family loves it, and my younger brother often has his own unique insights into the Twelve Beauties of Jinling.Once he returned to Beijing from Hunan. I was already teaching at Beijing No. 13 Middle School. He lived in my dormitory. We chatted in the evening, and we started talking in a low voice. Then we got into an argument and our voice became thicker. As a result, the next day, my colleagues in the dormitory next door kindly imitated our dispute, which made my face burn.In recent years, I wrote "The Mystery of the Three Hairpins in the Red Chamber", and my brother provided some good suggestions.

After I entered the literary world, my brother was my most enthusiastic reader. He carefully read and commented on every book of mine, especially yes, he sent me the "annotated copy" from Chengdu. Serious criticism, heartstrings tremble non-stop.I told him that although he won an award in Shanghai, he was still far away from being a sensation and best-seller. He encouraged me and said: "Don't ask for a moment of brilliance, only when the silk spits out from the heart and the thread twists from the soul, can we weave durable brocade-- There are a group of people who appreciate it, so you should be content!"

After my younger brother retired from a university in Chengdu, although he lived in poverty, he was full of fun and enjoyed himself. He successively wrote some articles on the art of Peking Opera, which were published in magazines such as "Chinese Peking Opera". It is to exchange views on literature and art. Most of the people under the age of 20 in the cities are only children, and they are becoming more and more unfamiliar with the so-called "brotherhood".I think that even if they are the only children of several generations, they should not lack brotherhood in their lives. There are no brothers and sisters with the same father and the same mother in the biological sense. They can entrust that emotion to a few classmates and neighbors of the same age. on people.There is a saying in Beijing, "Fa Xiao", which means that when you were young, you played together as if you were brothers.Life needs solid emotional support. In addition to love and friendship, family members' friendship, encouragement and encouragement are also very important.What's more, we often use the term "citizens" to cover all the blood flowing in the blood vessels of the same source as ours, such a specific and very large cluster.

While writing this article in Jing Ye, Xin'er took wings and flew to Chengdu. Brother, you are sleeping, but are you still rehearsing with me the figure of Zhao Yanrong and the dumb slave?