Chapter 18 Huai Wei holding Qing Jun

Huai Wei holding Qing Jun Two years ago, around these days, I invited some close friends to see him off at Xuexiangzhai.Xuexiangzhai is famous for Shaojiu.Most of these people are from Zhejiang, and so is Yaqing, and one or two are alcoholics, so I chose this place.When it comes to wine, the white lotus is too greasy, and the white stem is too strong; one is a beautiful woman in the north, and the other is a big man in Kansai, so it is not suitable for shallow drinking.Only rice wine, like warming old books, like treating old friends, is really delicious.It's a pity that Xuexiangzhai's wine is still colored; if it is "Zhuyeqing", it will be even better.Holding green is going to the United States to study abroad, and will live for three years; such a long journey, so many days, we really feel a little farewell, so we drank a lot of wine that night.When we went out to break up, Holding Green asked me to go to Zhongtian to watch a movie.I sat down feeling dizzy.When Yaoqing talked about the movie, I just listened in a daze; several times I wanted to open my eyes, but I couldn't see anything.Finally unable to hold it any longer, he spit it out unexpectedly.The spectators were taken aback, and the noses of those around them were all blocked; there was some trepidation in it.Holding green to help me back to the hotel, he also vomited.But we all felt in our hearts that it was a good night.I think Shaqing should still remember that embarrassing situation?

I met Huaqing at Southeast University.It was summer vacation at that time, and the China Education Improvement Society held a meeting there.Mr. Fang Guangtao and I went to attend the audit, and we ran into Huaqing by chance. Mr. Fang was his fellow countryman, and we had known each other for a long time, so he introduced it to us.At that time, I only knew that he was very active and social.In a hurry, we never saw each other again.Three years ago, I came to teach in the north and happened to work with him.When I first arrived, I didn't know how to do many things well; he gave me a lot of help.We live in the same courtyard and eat together.So talk to him often.I gradually realized that he is not only very active and sociable; he has his sincerity, he has his sharp eyes, and he also has his stupid look.Many friends thought he was a silly boy, and everyone called him Old Wei, even the servants called him that behind his back; only he had this too intimate title.

But he is by no means as "stupid" as we think, he is a cynical person-at least I saw him in Beijing.At that time, he had already received the precepts of life for a time, and all the more or less serious airs he had before were temporarily hidden; all that remained was the attitude of playing with everything indifferently.We know that if this kind of sword-like attitude is exposed nakedly, it will be contradictory, so we have to use some method to cover it up.He used a fool's mask.Sometimes I want to uncover his mask, and he will say that I am a "Yusi" school.But he knew me no less than I knew him.He can know the whole story from a single phrase from me.He can also know about others; but he only tacitly talks about it, and he is not willing to say it out loud.His cynicism may be too casual in some matters.But in a certain sense, he wants revenge; people are always people, so what can we do?At least I forgive him.

In fact, the above is only one side of him; he can sometimes do his best for others.He once decided a very difficult matter for me.We walked along the base of the wall countless times; he explained the situation to me in detail.Do you think this is something a fool can do?Fortunately, he has this side, and he can still live happily; otherwise, there would be no smiles, no tears, only cold faces, only "ghost faces", wouldn't it be depressing and depressing! What I can't forget the most is the moonlit night not long before his departure.After the lights went out, the moonlight shone across the courtyard, and the cypress trees stood tall.Everyone in the house is asleep; we stand in the moonlight, beside the cypress tree, looking at our own shadows.He gently told the story of his life's adventures.Talk for a while, be silent for a while.This is a strange realm.When he narrates, there is a faint smile on his face, which is the smile that often floats on his face when he is calm; one side tilts his head, always as if asking a question.This kind of moonlight, this kind of yard, this kind of cypress trees, and this kind of conversation are all very precious; if it is up to Huaqing himself to do it again, I am afraid it will be different.

Before he left, he wished me to write some texts for him; but he said with a cynical attitude, "Are you afraid? I know, you don't want to." I said, "I must do it, and I must write it in a horizontal line. Phi—it’s just that the words don’t work.” But I’m ashamed of my laziness, that “must” has already almost turned into “will not”!And he sent two letters, but I didn't answer a single word.How can I say this?I really have a bad temper. I feel that the road is too far away, and I feel a little confused, so I follow everything.Fortunately, his grades are very good, I know; that alone is enough.Besides, he will come back next year anyway, so it is important for us to have a good talk a few more times. ——I think maybe holding green is not so cynical.

On the night of May 25, 1928.