Chapter 115 My friend Yang Hansheng

I don't have many friends, and not many people recognize me as a good friend, but Han Sheng is indeed my best friend. I remember the first time we met, in the early 1940s, at a gathering of literary and art groups in Chongqing, we sat at the same small round table.After the introduction and talking, I felt that his attitude was free and easy, and his speech was extraordinary.I knew him early on as a versatile writer, having written many plays and screenplays, as well as many novels.I am completely a layman when it comes to dramatic techniques, so praises are left to experts, but from the works I have read in the newspapers, I can feel the revolutionary atmosphere vividly on the paper.He attacked the cruel exploitation and oppression of farmers and fishermen by landlords and the comprador bourgeoisie in collusion with imperialism, and praised the people's armed struggle.After the July 7th Incident, he wrote many anti-Japanese scripts and articles to arouse the enthusiasm of the Chinese people for the War of Resistance. Others will write about these achievements in more detail than me, so I don’t need to go into details.

Here I just talk about our friendship.As a friend, he's a talented and funny guy.We communicated more often after the founding of New China. Not only did we often meet at literary gatherings, but we also often visited each other's homes.I still hide a photo of him and Ba Jin in the living room of my house. Behind Ba Jin is his daughter Xiao Lin, behind me is my youngest daughter Wu Qing, and behind Han Sheng is his daughter. Shuhua, we all have smiles on our faces. This is the meeting 10 years ago. In the summer of 1980, I suffered from a cerebral thrombosis and was admitted to Beijing Hospital. It happened that Han Sheng was also living there. He seemed to be suffering from a gastroenteritis.Accompanied by our respective daughters, we would push our wheeled carts for a walk in the corridor, and when we were tired, we would sit on the benches in the corridor and chat, almost forgetting the pain of illness.

After the cerebral thrombosis, I broke my right leg again, which made it difficult for me to move.My old friends often come to see me when they have the opportunity, and because the Federation of Literature and Art Circles has built a rest home in Yantai, my second hometown, in recent years, the comrades working in the Federation of Literature and Art Circles have invited Ba Jin, Xia Yan, Han Sheng and me to come to the house at the same time. Gather there.Our respective daughters really encouraged us to go because they were also wonderful friends.But during the appointed time, it was either this disease or that something happened, and they never went together.

The day before yesterday, I called Han Sheng because I heard that he had been to Yantai and wanted to ask about the scenery there.Han Sheng said: He did go, but he fell ill for a while.Only then did I feel that we are all getting old, but I always feel that the body will be old, but the spirit will never be old. Just like the letter I received from Ba Jin a few days ago, he talked about his illness, many chores, and unexpected guests There are not many, and he was troubled, and finally he said: "Now I just want to leave a little sincere feeling in the world... so how precious time is to me." I deeply know that after 60 years of writing, Han Sheng will also Like Ba Jin, he continues to write works that have made greater contributions to the cause of Chinese literature and art with his sincere feelings! On November 4, 1987 in a hurry