Chapter 72 lotus in fire

Getting acquainted with Sun Chao will give people an impulse—I always want to write a biography of him, because it is so exciting.In fact, the biography is not quite right, the biography is too flat, and Sun Chao's life is suitable for compilation into a storybook, and it is said, sung, and performed (or the novel) all the way down, let's start with three generations ago. With a bang, the first of the three entered the big house was blown to the ground. Then, the second entrance also fell. It was the time of the Sino-Japanese War, and the location was in Xuzhou City, which has been associated with "war" since ancient times.

The whole family fled away, except for an old woman who was sitting in the third hall as immobile as a mountain.A Japanese soldier went straight to Tanwei, and saw her smoking a hookah calmly, pa-ta-pa-ta-, the Japanese had just entered the city and were the new owners of this occupied area, but she was the owner of this house , always has been.Although the house is bombed now, the owner is still the owner.She wasn't going to get up. The Japanese soldier felt guilty, and he respectfully put some things on the table, which were canned food, the most affordable gift in the occupied area.The old woman flicked her big sleeve, and all the cans fell to the ground with a bang.

According to the arrogance of the victorious soldier at that time, it was all right to loot the whole family at this moment, but the soldier walked away, went to the place where the books were collected, took a few books and left. The old woman is Sun Chao's grandmother. She drove the whole family away, saying: "The farther you can escape, the better." But she herself stayed behind, competing with the entire Japanese army with only one breath. Sun Chao, who was fleeing, broke up with his mother. His mother was killed in the bombing, and his father also returned to his hometown.He was eight years old when he started wandering by himself.When he returned to his hometown in victory, he was sixteen years old and studied in the primary school attached to Xuzhou Women's Teacher for two and a half years, and then started his second wandering.

"Never take other people's things!" I left home since I was a child, but I have never been looked down upon by anyone, because the family rules are strict and the teaching is strict. When seeing other people have good things, it is stipulated that they put their hands behind their backs before they are allowed to look at them, and they will never touch them.This simple but thorough training made Sun Chao a person who would never take anything.Moreover, in the future, there will be nothing to rely on in art, and he will never pick up cheap things that are ready-made. He will always only take what belongs to him.

When I came out, I served as a soldier, and the difficulty was adapting to the rigid and harsh military life for twenty years.The greatest comfort in those years was reading, reading extremely hard books. I remember that there is a book "History of Chinese Philosophy" written by Luo Guang, which is priced at 40 yuan. At that time, his monthly salary was 18 yuan. I will save enough money to buy books later. One year, at the end of the year, a middle school teacher invited him to his home for dinner.He set off from Qingquangang to Taichung City for a banquet.I walked around the master's house a few times, retracted my outstretched hand several times, and dared not ring the bell. The picture of the warm home in the fence, isn't it possible to bump into it with a body two and a half feet?After battling crippling self-esteem and feelings of inferiority, he finally breaks the appointment.

The car back to the army was only available at night, so he didn't know where to go.Walking around, he walked into the bookstore naturally, the proprietress stood close to him, staring at him, she suspected that the young soldier was here to steal books, her doubts were not too wrong, he really had no money to buy books , because there is light in the shop, and the gate of knowledge in the book, but he has nowhere to go that night.Born into a wealthy, powerful and well-established family, he had suffered this kind of insult several times, so he rushed out of the house. Where are you going?It's nothing more than another bookstore.

The second bookstore was run by Hakka people. They secretly said in a Hakka language that others could not understand: "That soldier, it seems that he wants to steal books." Throw yourself into the sound of a cold December wind. You can't go to the third bookstore to be bullied again, right?He staggered in the small town full of bright lights. Suddenly, he heard singing. There was a church in front of him. A foreign pastor stood at the door with a rosy face and a friendly smile. Seeing this young soldier, he bowed respectfully, stretched out his hand and said : "Please come in."

He walked in, and the choir was singing Bach's mass. He suddenly burst into grief, and fell to his knees in front of the altar, tears pouring down like rain, and he couldn't stand up again.The worshipers left one after another, but he was still kneeling there crying, and the empathetic pastor stood far away, waiting for him to cry, all the people had already left, but the grievances and suppressed tears were endless what.The pastor waited patiently, and when he left, the pastor shook his hand and said, "Come back next time." Once, during the war, bombs killed people in front and back, but he was lucky to get his own life back.

And on this Christmas Eve, when a heart was almost strangled to death by pain, he invited in with a smile, allowing him to find his heart again in time. This adventure was actually tantamount to saving his life! "At that moment, I only had one feeling, that I was a 'human' again. I regained my human dignity. The so-called equality in the world can only be found in the religious world, right?" He didn't go to church again, But the softness and generosity of religion emerges like a fountain in his creations one by one. After retiring, I took 7,000 yuan. What are you scolding for?What he really wanted to do was to study, but he didn’t have enough money, so he went to Sanzhangli to raise chickens. Through the principle of “the chicken lays the egg, the egg lays the chicken”, he hopes to raise “30,000 yuan education fund” for himself and put it in the bank Here, with three hundred yuan of interest per month, I can live frugally, and then I can go to school.

He forgot one thing, raising chickens can make money but can also lose money, unfortunately he belongs to the latter. In order to apply for the art college, he had only studied for two and a half years and was not qualified to apply for the exam, so he had to make fake documents.He used soap and carved it himself. His rare crime was also seen through. Sign up." He was ecstatic, holding the instructions, thinking to himself: "I'm not breaking the law anymore, I'm legal now!" Not long after the college entrance examination, he went to the stall to eat a bowl of Yangchun noodles, and after that, he was truly penniless.He went to Mr. Zhao for an excuse.

"Mr. Zhao, I have no money..." "No money? Haha," Teacher Zhao laughed loudly, "No money, so what?" The weather was hot, so he spread the mat on the ground, and the two dressed together and chatted: "Sun Chao, I said I have no money, so let me ask you, have you ever sold blood?" "Selling blood? No." "Haha, I haven't even sold blood, so it's really moneyless!" Mr. Zhao found a job-study opportunity for him, but what he really benefited from and what he can’t forget was the indifference: "Haha, no money? No money is nothing!" Sure enough, the retired soldier who left the noodle stall with nothing left came back to life like this.More than twenty years later, sitting on a small hill in Tamsui Sanzhi Township and talking to you in a house covering an area of ​​100 pings (the floor is equivalent to four square meters or thirty-six square feet) is equivalent to letting you See "Prophecy" and "The Confirmation of Prophecy."During those days in the army, he learned two unique skills, one is shooting and the other is acupuncture, both of which are precise and precise arts.These two skills have also benefited him a lot. As a "sharp shooter", his rigid military life has been given some flexibility and privileges, allowing him a little bit of leeway to be "myself".The second skill allowed him to meet his later wife. Sun Chao seems to be a person who is fascinated by accuracy and precision. Among the various professions in this world, if there is anything more suitable for him than a potter, it is the profession of "sage".Both are the only careers that pay attention to excellence.After being fascinated by the crystalline glaze, he guarded the kiln door as cautiously as a sage guarding a heart. Although there are instruments outside the kiln, and the kiln has a detector and awl, both of which can know the temperature, but neither is the most accurate. The most accurate way is to rely on visual inspection.Once, I was so carried away by the sight that I was poisoned by gas. I had a high fever of 41 degrees all over my body, and I was lying in Shangrong General Hospital for two weeks.When he recovered, he still went to visit the kiln all the time, but improved the ventilation equipment, and bought a gas mask and protective glasses for his eyes. Once chatting with a friend, I inadvertently inquired about another friend's recent situation. "He, he can't do it, God won't help him." My friend is from Sichuan and has excellent eloquence. "Why?" Sun Chao always had a solid eye, not knowing why a person was abandoned by heaven. "Because he's changing around—and God can't figure out what he's up to!" The friend said it was just a joke.He listened to it, but he felt as if he was rebuked. If a person can't do his duty and be pragmatic, he will be confused today, and even God will be confused, and there is no way to help him if he wants to help! So he concentrated on guarding his kiln and his beloved crystal glaze. The first time he touched pottery was because of the needs of work (he chose sculpture in the art college, and pottery was only a patent for art and engineering). When he was in the science and technology room of the Palace Museum, he was enthusiastically making black pottery with Mr. Song Longfei , Painted pottery... He bought a lot of books and accumulated a lot of information. He was deeply impressed by the tricky character of ceramics, which is "not sure before the kiln door is opened".Facing the double problem of art and science, he became motivated.I like difficult things in my life. When I was twenty years old, reading Hu Shi's "History of Ancient Philosophy" was a tough battle.I have no foundation, no time, and no teacher. My only belief is that I know Chinese characters anyway, and people can write them all. I can’t read them, so I stuff the books in my pockets and practice or train on the way. When I parked, I took it out to read it, and if I didn’t understand it, I looked it up in the dictionary. After reading a book for half a year, I finally swallowed it whole. Obsessed with getting to the bottom of the matter, obsessed with 100% devotion, life has been going on like this before, but one day suddenly the back mountain collapsed, and the entire science and technology room was buried in the soil. Saved a life.All the carefully collected books, all the materials that were once loved were buried, and the three assistants also died. I still remember one assistant crying anxiously inside: "Mr. Sun! Mr. Sun! Hurry up!" Life is so fragile, so vulnerable!After this catastrophe, he is determined to make the most ruthless parting, put aside everything else, and just concentrate on making a kind of crystal glaze! The Japanese sometimes call ceramic art "flame art", which surprises people.Some of the arts in the world really need to be forged with thousands of degrees of fire and refined with extreme passion before they can be formed into Lu!Ceramic art is just that.Tao is a strange thing. It can be a child's unintentional play, or it can be a lifetime of endless exploration and ignorance.It seems that human beings are also big or crafty or clumsy sculptures, right?Otherwise, why are people such simple yet complex individuals?Why is human being an art with unclear probes, endless shapes and sizes, and uncertain glazes?Man himself is also a finished product formed in water, formed in fire, and tortured in fire again? In art theory, some people think that the works are sad and happy because of personal circumstances, but in fact, this is only half true.Molière was poor all his life, and finally died on the stage, but he was a master of comedy.Mozart was poor and sick, and died young, but his music was gorgeous and smooth, such as the morning glow in the sky, the spring water in the flower stream, and he didn't know that there was sorrow in the world.Some people are strange fighters. The more he is injured and the more he bleeds, the more he deliberately hides his pain, and only lets you see and only allows you to see his smile.Sun Chao seems to be the same kind of person. Seeing his crystalline glaze, it is clear and beautiful, with snow on the transparent part, and it is as bright as amethyst raw ore. It reminds people of mica, glaciers, and thin and uniform cell slices.Although I have always preferred the beauty of wood and simplicity due to my temperament, I have to admit that Sun Chao's exquisite and flawless art, this pure and beautiful, can almost be interpreted as a kind of anger.Destiny, will you give me grit?Well, I'll give you pearls.Does fate trap me in the kiln fire?I just gave birth to a lotus flower in fire.A pottery dish is Dinghui after great grief, great tribulation and great scars.Those utensils that once passed through the fire are now as cool as ancient jade and as graceful as frost flowers.Go through the fire - but don't let you see the smoky gas, go through the fire - but only allow others to see the brilliance of quietly closing the sword. Where did I say it?Half of Sun Chao's life?Or is it the crystalline glaze of the lotus from his fire?I can't figure it out myself.