Chapter 16 Night Rain Mourning Jialun

Night Rain Mourning Jialun The rain at night was severe and dense, and with the wind, it rustled against the glass on the window, lining the peach blossoms outside the window. The noise from the trees and banyan trees made the room especially quiet.Although it is early summer, my heart is full of coolness. It was very late at night, and I was still staring at a few newspapers under the lamp, reading the obituary of Jia Lun and Mr. Tian Han. I read and reread the memorial essays of the students.Since Wang Shu's death, I have once again tasted the pain of losing a bosom friend. Lonely.

Sheng Jialun is a musician, my music knowledge can be said to be zero, a few volumes I bought by chance on the bookshelf Elementary music history and the biographies of Beidawen, Chopin, etc. just show my lack of music knowledge. In terms of music, I am not qualified to be friends with him, but we have another reason for speculation, that is mutual interest in books.Useful books, useless books, books to read, knowing that you bought them Books that don’t know how to read, no matter what kind of book, if you want to buy it yourself, you will have to try to buy it back sooner or later. rest assured. --Since he knew that I am also a person with such a habit, we hit it off,

become friends.In another small building on this island, in this hall where I write this essay Here, whenever he comes to Hong Kong, he is often my uninvited guest. Every time he comes, he always asks Touching the books on the shelf, we chatted up and down for a while, until it was very late before we left. Two indelible memories come to me right now: the time he talked to me about leaving The experience of the photography team going outside the Great Wall, the agile postures of Mongolian girls on horseback, and their melodious He said that during this trip he saw for the first time the "five-body cast" mentioned in the Buddhist scriptures

posture of worship.As he said that, he knelt down on the carpet in the living room, stretched out his hands and kowtowed, and asked me Perform the five-body throwing situation of the lamas during the pilgrimage. Another time, around 1946, I happened to meet him on the road and told him that I went to the bookstore to buy the newly released "Selected Woodcuts of the Eighth Years of the Anti-Japanese War" edited by Chen Shuliang. Hai's new publications were shipped to Hong Kong in very small quantities, and they were one step too late, so they never bought a single one.I should

Shiben mentioned it casually.A few days later, one afternoon, he suddenly came to my house and A pack of books was put on my table, "Hey, I found them all for you!" I opened it and saw that it was a book "Window Flowers" and "Selected Woodcuts in the Eighth Years of the Anti-Japanese War".Although it has been many days, I know that this is exactly what he said to me that day. The answer to the few words I said on the road, because in the world of book lovers, the idea of ​​a book and the Before it was acquired, during this period, time stood still and history was blank.

Naturally I would not ask him whether he lent it to me, gave it to me, or bought it for me, because the words are redundant.I happily flipped through it, knowing that he was as happy as me beside me, and that was enough. As it is said in a short tribute to him that is now with me: "You try to make the seeking The friend of knowledge is fulfilled, for that is also your greatest joy. " These two books are still on my bookshelf. I have not touched them for many years, and they have been dusty, but Thinking of this past event under the lamp tonight, the memory in my heart is still fresh.

Jia Lun's talkativeness and enthusiasm for people are rare among friends.I sometimes talk very Little, but this does not hinder his fascinating style of conversation in the slightest.He sometimes talked to me about folk music When the form and tone of the musical instrument changed, he imitated the tone while talking to me. I was afraid that I would listen too much. tired, and often turned the conversation back to woodcuts and book-decorating illustrations, knowing that I was interested in them. Some topics will be of greater interest. Jia Lun is not only talkative, but also has a wide range of knowledge, so his conversation is by no means meaningless" Rao

Tongue", but he writes very cautiously, and I hardly ever read his articles, not only because I usually At that time, he seldom read publications related to music, because he was not easy to write, and he was not easy to publish when he wrote. The newspaper said that about 40,000 words of "Talking about the Guqin" and "A Preliminary Study of Indian Music" were found among his belongings. Research and India's Oldest Book of Music, which is probably his only posthumous work. There is one characteristic of Jia Lun's appearance. Apart from the pair of round eyes, his left cheek is slightly smaller than the average person's.

Because it protrudes, it looks like it has something in its mouth. We once called him "the man with an olive in his mouth".Jung Woo It can be said that the sketch he made was very successful, completely capturing Jia Lun's facial features and his usual expression. There is no sign of immortality in this appearance, but his life was suddenly taken away by a serious illness, which is not only It was unexpected by his friends, and I think it was probably also unexpected by him.