At the end of 2007, when I was preparing for "CBN Weekly", I invited Haipeng to join me. For a few days, he seemed to have lost his mind, and I even went to his home to lobby. He rejected my invitation. As a compromise, he promised to open a column for me. After more than two years, there are about fifty articles. Most of the articles in this book may come from this column. The name of the column was originally called "Company People". After writing for more than half a year, some readers protested. What does this column have to do with company people?So I changed the name to "Graffiti" and took a very formal English name "critique".Graffiti is my idea. In my opinion, this behavior has a natural taste of rebellion against authority and the system, keeping a good distance from the mainstream, and more importantly, it is very happy and free.

In fact, the name is not important, the key is that Haipeng is writing.Haipeng positioned these articles written by himself as "my only remaining ambition is to reiterate common sense." He said modestly: "Reaffirming common sense is not enough to do for a hundred years, but it is not difficult, and it may not be necessary. Who does it.” But I’m an editor, and I know it might not be too difficult to find a wise, humorous columnist, but finding someone who respects and understands the Chinese language so well and uses it gracefully is basically impossible task.It didn't take me long to realize that asking Haipeng to write a column for CBN Weekly might be one of the best decisions I've ever made in this magazine.This is a lucky event with a small probability.

Just like having a friend like Haipeng, it should be considered a lucky event in my life, right?I joined the "Li Haipeng Group" on Douban, seeing how popular he is, as a friend, I can't help being complacent sometimes. I met Haipeng when a newspaper asked us to write football reviews during the World Cup in 1994. At that time, he was a junior and I had already graduated.Previously, I knew that this person was a "poetry writer"—that's what poets were called at Liaoning University, where Haipeng was often named L.This is obviously not a very respectable title, coupled with his thin and white nervousness, he should not be so popular, of course this is just my imagination.

We got acquainted in 1996, and we mingled together to watch the European Cup all day long.I forgot who is optimistic about the future of the animation industry. Haipeng, I, and Lang Dalang (whose real name is Zhang Enchao, and now the president of the Banyan Tree website) decided to make an animation script together. The protagonist is Xiao Pai, a person who doesn’t like A little boy like Crayon Shinchan who was managed, and finally he flew up - our minds are full of various cartoon pictures, a free, sharp, and humorous child flying in the sky. The script that was stored on a broken computer was never found again.I think both Haipeng and I have a deep memory of the last scene. It should be in 2001. Haipeng wrote "Being a Genius". This time it was Lang Dalang who flew up. Lang Dalang’s UFO has long hair fluttering and underpants fluttering, swimming in the air, swimming, higher than the clouds pierced by the sun, to the place where the fragrance is deep, a genius who is so persistent in flying, the secular God is no longer It can't be stopped. Beatrice the bird, where are you, where are you, where are you."

In 1998, I was his editor, and I basically made an appointment for a manuscript every week. At that time, he had already shown his talent for dragging manuscripts, and I began to suffer from him. Write one page and pass it on. It takes more than ten minutes to finish writing and pass it on. At the end of 2000, I went to Beijing. In the following period of time, Haipeng, Guan Jun, and Lang Dalang all went to Beijing.Those two years were probably the best period of time. He played football once a week, ate nonsense, and once he jumped poles in Chaoyang Park on a whim, until the World Cup in Japan and South Korea in 2002... There was no torture, Except once I asked him to write an article "Lonely City in Long Days—Shenyang People's Character, Culture, Life and Hope".

The good times always come to an end.During that time, Lang Dalang first went to Guangzhou, then Guan Jun also went to Guangzhou, I went to Shanghai, Haipeng stayed in Beijing alone, and the three of them joined Southern Weekend. Southern Weekend has changed a lot for Haipeng. How should I put it, he likes to talk about big issues. He said that his nature of hating unfairness and being easy to sympathize with others was stimulated at this stage.He turned around and became the "best reporter in China" that none of us could have imagined.The Haipeng that almost everyone knows is the one who writes beautiful reports.

At the end of 2008, he left Southern Weekly to go to GQ. Haipeng’s former colleague Lin Chufang told me very sadly that this was a great loss for the journalism industry.But I said, I have read the magazine edited by Haipeng in Shenyang, and it is one of the best magazines I have read—he is a genius for reporting, and he can be a genius just by changing his mysterious posture. Until one night a few months later, he called to say that he had dinner. In a hot pot restaurant, he said that he had resigned and planned to write a novel.I think everything he does is reasonable, but this may be what he should do most, and it is the genius he loves to do most.

Writing this preface is a sad thing for me.After collecting these, Haipeng said that he would not write any more columns—there would no longer be such beautiful graffiti on "First Financial Weekly".But when I think about it again, these are all fleeting things—most things will disappear, but it is enough for Haipeng’s words to stay.