Yu Debei's Appreciation of Short Stories

He has a very stable name, Jiaohaohe. It is a good harmony, not a "good harmony" that lasts for a hundred years. But "he" and "he" are homophonic, which sounds real and festive. He applauds, but all his friends like to call him "Mr. Alexander Dean". He has curly hair, deep eye sockets, a high nose and a big man, a bit like a Russian. So busybodies and musicians gave him such a nickname.

Alexander, jump

The word "Diandian" in Dongbei dialect has the meaning of boasting, making something out of nothing, blindly exaggerating the facts and irreconcilable. Slight, unstable, unstable, without foundation, uncertain.

He is a good reader, and he bought a lot of books, sandwiched with boards, and piled them on the floor of his cabin.

His cabin smells a bit like a study, too. There is a plaque on the wall, with four cursive characters written on it, which is called "Ya She Ku Ge". I think these four words are contradictory when put together. Obviously, most bitter poets are "poor", "bitter", "difficult" and "astringent"; And elegant people must have four things: money, leisure, smoothness and embellishment. The combination of the two is not harmonious.

I met him through a friend who painted. At that time, his work unit was still in the suburbs and he could only come back once a week. The friend who painted said, "This is a learned buddy. Knowing each other is very beneficial. "

I believed him and went to see him.

We had dinner together in a small shop that day and talked a lot-it seemed that he had been talking and talking all the time after dinner, making others' ears buzzing-but I hardly remembered a word. If you remember, there is only one sentence, which is his mantra! Call it: learning.

This sentence impressed me deeply!

Good and a few years older than me, I respect him very much and seldom argue with him about everything. Even if he has obvious loopholes, I will let him talk more, ramble and talk nonsense. At most, I will kindly remind him afterwards, as long as I can listen, I can't help but listen. You can comment, I only listen to the right ones.

Because of this, our relationship is not close, but it is not shallow. Or a friend of a gentleman.

I remember that around 1985, many western philosophers came to China with the help of translators' visas. They not only came, but also settled in the minds and mouths of some intellectuals and young people. Harmony is that kind of young people. At that time, he opened his mouth to Nietzsche and kept silent to Sartre. He also said that he would be Freud, Jung and Schopenhauer. He immersed himself in these philosophical views all day and night, taking pleasure in eating chaff and swallowing vegetables. Existentialism, idealism, he can always name a bunch of names, and when he is excited, others can't get a word in. Not a word. His spit will surely drown you.

Who can say that he is not a studious person?

Once, we went to a university to see a friend, who was a philosophy teacher and was studying for a doctorate. I heard that he likes philosophy, so I communicated with him-what they said was too abstruse for me to understand a word. I was very excited that day and took the doctor as my confidant. He talked so much that at last he turned a little pale.

The doctor said, "Some concepts ... you have confused western classical philosophy with modern philosophy ... We can talk about it another day ..."

Obviously, the doctor is very modest.

The friendly hand stopped in mid-air and habitually put up a finger and said, "Who can separate the classical from the modern? Regardless of literature, art, and philosophy! "

The doctor was speechless.

Perhaps he was stunned by the momentum of "jumping".

I have a wide range of interests.

During the period of 1987, literary creation in the city was very active, and they came into contact with a group of avant-garde writers. They drink, play cards and talk about women every day, and wait until late at night before they squeeze under the desk lamp and wipe the hazy words. Perhaps influenced by the writer, I wanted to write something, so I found a lot of avant-garde novels to read, and I was so excited that I stayed indoors for three days and three nights, eating cold steamed buns and green onions, and even forgot my work.

Soon, Hehe wrote a novel called "We", with about 19,000 words. According to the statement at that time, it was barely a novella. He asked for advice everywhere with this novel, and I was one of the interviewees. I can't say why about his novel, but I feel deja vu. The characters and structure are a little confusing. Some characters are lost when they are written, and even two characters are locked in cages and cannot stand up. He insisted on my opinion, so I said this question. Who knows, he asked me, "Have you read Marquez? Have you read Lusa? "

I was dumbfounded by his question.

Hehe is such a person, no matter what happens, he can always say something.

He is always reasonable and refuses to admit defeat.

Hehe, I'm in my thirties, and I haven't made any achievements in marriage. We are all worried about him. Someone introduced me, made an appointment with the woman, and called him. He didn't take it seriously and said confidently, "How can I have time?"

Makes people laugh and cry.

He often goes to a city on business and stays in the same hotel. Once, he drank some wine and revealed to us that there was a girl pursuing him in that hotel, and he was also considering whether to accept this love. Everyone was happy for him and advised him to make an early decision.

My cousin is a dancer in the "big world ballroom" in that city, and she is very familiar with the hotel waiter mentioned in Hehe. I called my cousin to help me understand the situation. Unexpectedly, a few days later, my cousin called back angrily and blamed me for not making things clear. She went to inquire with others, and as a result, there was a big blush between the little sisters.

I was thinking, what is this?

Cousin said, "What's the good feeling? People think he is elegant, so they just stay away from him. "

I patted my forehead with a wry smile.

In the later days, I moved away from my original residence, far away from the city center, and my wife gave birth to a child and needed my care. My contact with my friends was once "cold". From time to time, it is said that at 1989, when the sea began to rise, hehe left his job without pay and joined the business community. He has been to Hainan Island, to the Great Northern Wilderness and traveled outside for half a year. Later, he returned to the city to do calendar business with a bookstore, filming, printing, distributing and collecting money, which was very beautiful for a while.

The scenery is beautiful and there have been jokes.

At the end of 1989, Haohe made a sum of money by publishing the calendar of 1990. He told everyone that it was not a small income, and it was enough for two years. Maybe he talks too much, and someone is jealous. Take him to the tax bureau. The people in the tax bureau want to collect his personal income tax, and they want to make some money from the fine. But they went to the bookstore to check the accounts. Hehe's income was only 15600 yuan, or three months' salary. The people in the tax bureau are very angry.

The person from the tax bureau said, "You are so good at translating!" "

They don't know, and they really have nicknames! If they knew the nickname, they wouldn't come to audit the accounts.

Laoye

Lao Ye was my early friend. He teaches in a school similar to the staff and workers' university. Teach political economy. He likes calligraphy, clay sculptures and antiques-so he likes people to say, "Lao Ye is an artist."

Lao Ye's family has a big bookshelf. There are some newspapers and calligraphy books scattered on the bookshelf, as well as several clay sculptures of his. Of course, there are even "Qinzhuan Hanwa" occasionally exposed there. When I met Lao Ye, he was almost forty years old. He is a director of the Green Book Association. He wears a pair of flat glasses, and his head and core are bald-medically called "alopecia areata". He likes to talk with a child's voice, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

He loved his family in the countryside and was admitted to a secondary school in the city. After graduation, he was assigned to a small enterprise under the grain system as a cashier. We don't know the name of his lover, so we call her sister-in-law every time we go home. Sister-in-law is a real person and doesn't like to laugh much, let alone listen to jokes, so we never joke with her.

It is said that it was written by Lao Ye, which is quite a family heirloom. His ancestors went to Hanlin and left their handwriting. Lao Ye first practiced calligraphy, facing the "post" of his ancestors-a bit like Yu Shinan, with a symmetrical font frame.

The clay sculptures of old Ye Xue have been made since the Enlightenment.

He told himself that he had been to Tianjin and Wuxi, and when he saw people pinching villains, he felt interesting and thought about it. After much deliberation, he began to do it. Pinched it, and it was still interesting. I "realized" all the way and realized my own doorway. Lao Ye once shaped a "golden body" for me, and shaped me into a "King Kong". Who knows, this "King Kong" broke down in a few days-it was not Lao Ye's skill that failed, but my life could not bear this "King Kong" body.

The clay figurine came back, and his wife asked, "Who is it?"

I said, "Look at this eyebrow, this eye, this beard."

My wife looked at it for a long time, but still didn't recognize it, so she went to do something else.

Alas! Lao ye gave me the plastic voluntarily and enthusiastically, without credit and hard work!

Lao Ye collects antiques, such as Song paper, Ming paper, Xuande furnace, porcelain with cellar, wuyue Gu Jian and so on. He can always meet strange goods without spending a few dollars. Lao Ye personally told me that he used an inkstone, which was used by an essay writer in the late Qing Dynasty. It was very fairy. He proudly said, "I don't dare to use it at ordinary times." He said, "With this inkstone, I feel ..."

That must feel good!

In my hand, Lao Ye has many words. He loves to spend big money-either "iron horse autumn wind thistle north, apricot blossom spring rain Jiangnan"; Either "drunk watching the sword, dreaming back to the horn blowing camp"; Either "the wind is blowing"; Or "I'll go up and down." He has many students, so many people write articles for him. His students introduced him, saying that he was a great calligrapher, and he knew the "true cursive script" like the back of his hand, and knew the inscriptions by heart. As for temporary posts, there are countless more. Lao Ye's sister-in-law, who is also his student, is seven or eight years older than Lao Ye, but with pen and ink, life must be very harmonious.

Lao Ye's handwriting is mostly running script, and most of the award-winning works in China are of this style. Won a national silver award, a number of provincial gold awards, and a number of municipal "special prizes". In his bookshelf, besides books, clay sculptures and antiques, there are more than a dozen certificates, most of which are red and few are green, which often gives people a feeling of being fat and thin.

Lao Ye's study is called "Jiyazhai", and he also has a name, Jiyaji. His ancestral home is Kaifeng, Henan, so he has a seal engraved with "Ye Kaifeng". Sometimes, he writes a manuscript and signs it "Ye Kaifeng". However, there are not many signatures in this paragraph, and I only have three in my hand. Besides, I saw it once on a plaque in a handmade noodle restaurant.

Lao Ye often goes out to talk about calligraphy. When he was giving a lecture, there were two or three places. When he finished here, it was like catching up with the stadium. Sometimes he can't speak, and he will arrange students to take his place. His wife also spoke for him several times, and it is said that the effect is not bad. With these classes, he earns a lot of money every month besides his salary, which may be his capital for playing antiques. I haven't heard of his calligraphy class, so I can't comment.

After five or six years with Lao Ye, I feel that others are not bad people, but too smart. General knowledge, love to show off, sometimes do not know how to pretend to understand, but also love modesty. These are not big problems after all, and they are more or less acceptable.

But there was one thing that alienated me from him.

It's about antiques.

A neighbor of mine who is in the clothing business made some money and bought a house in a better part of the city. I feel something is missing in the room after the renovation. What is missing? Not so valuable symbol. So, I thought of antiques and wanted to get a valuable bottle or jar and put it in the living room to create an elegant atmosphere.

I took him to Lao Ye and explained the situation to him.

Lao Ye pondered for a long time before saying, "All right, I'll let one out. We are friends. "

My neighbors and I are very happy.

Lao Ye took out a large porcelain bottle wrapped in paper from under the bed and pointed to a small broken place in the bottle mouth and said, "It's not very valuable."

My neighbor, with a little knowledge of history and gratitude, gave Lao Ye a satisfactory price.

Lao Ye said, "Sorry, you don't have to spend money when you collect it. Just take it for fun. I'm sorry if you don't publish it. "

The neighbors are very grateful.

A year later, by chance, the neighbor met an old master of Yabaozhai, so he was invited to come to the house for identification. Who knows, the master just looked at the bottle and said, "Well, Teacher Ye asked me for a lesson. It's an imitation of the late Ming Dynasty. How can he say that it was Wanli? " You're kidding! He must have given it to you. It is impossible to charge you such a large price. "

I'm embarrassed to hear that.