On the afternoon of March 9, the monitor called me and said that Ma Jiyuan was critically ill in Wuhan. I am still hesitating and struggling. A few minutes later, the monitor called again and said that he had passed away. Ma Jiyuan's wife Wang choked up and called, saying that our classmates had better see him for the last time in a love affair. I feel very sad, but because it is my daughter's wedding day, I can't go to see him off for the last time. Finally, I had to entrust my classmates in Korea to go with the monitor to bid farewell, leaving a lifelong regret.
Ma Jiyuan was born in Zaoyang, 196 1, two years younger than me. In the autumn of 79, we were lucky enough to be admitted to Xiangyang Finance and Economics School. We were in the same class, a group and lived in a dormitory for two years, which was considered congenial. As a classmate, especially after studying painting with him, his wife also worked in the ICBC system. 1983 I went to Wuhan for a meeting and made a special trip to Zaoyang's house to play. They fell in love and invited me to the movies. I am also their "third wheel" when I am drunk, so I have kept close contact with him all these years, and the relationship is very iron.
He is very picky. Ma Jiyuan was born in a cadre family and grew up in Zaoyang County. He is in good condition in our class. The big back is polished all day, the pointed shoes are polished, and the bedspread on the shelf is covered with fine cloth of the same color. Clothes are not fashionable, but they are neat and spotless at all times, which makes us rural children who are still wearing corduroy shoes and inferior clothes really envious. Especially when he is young and mature, he speaks slowly and slowly, giving people a sense of elegance. Everyone says he has a "master flavor".
He is very serious. No matter in study, life or later work, he is a person who stresses principles and follows the rules. Although the brain is not smart, but the study is very solid, in the book with colored wood pencils (we have never heard of it before) to draw key points and make eyebrows. Test scores have always been above the class average.
He studied hard from his grandfather, studied hard since childhood, wrote calligraphy well, and was good at cursive and Chinese painting. During the financial school, Sun Xianlang and I also wanted to cultivate a hobby, so we learned painting from him, and if we didn't learn from him, we became our masters. At that time, for us, it was a great determination to eat 8- 12 yuan as a grant every month and squeeze out a large sum of money to buy Chinese painting pigments to brush carbon rice paper. Therefore, he is very attentive to us, from sketching and copying to brushwork layout, and everything he says and does is meticulous. Mountains and rivers, suitable shade, flowers and birds, from the paper, let us benefit a lot and make rapid progress. My brush calligraphy has some foundations. I bought copybooks to practice seal script and official script. Ji Yuan has always encouraged me to do whatever I want, as long as I keep practicing and writing. I heard that Nanzhang produces Xuan paper, and Jiyuan asked me to find my classmate Ping Xu who lives in Nanzhang to buy some cheap ones. When she returned to school in the second summer vacation, Ping Xu brought back a thick stack of rice paper and asked her how much it was. She said that some students were in the paper factory, and they gave us these inferior products for free to practice writing. This made us overjoyed and grateful. Qi Yuan said, you have to thank others, draw some pictures for Xu Ping, and test your level. I carefully drew a few pictures, Jiyuan made some modifications, and specially inscribed them, so I quietly gave them to Ping Xu. Who knows, Ping Xu's father (also a cadre of ICBC) met me at a meeting of city branch presidents and praised me loudly, which was heard by my classmate Zhang Jinsheng (then president of Xiangyang Branch). At the class reunion, he shouted that I want to eat swan meat and pursue female classmates, and was told a joke for many years. Later, after taking part in the work, I couldn't insist on painting because I was busy. As the saying goes, a teacher is a father all his life. Although we have never really become sworn brothers, every time we think of his teaching, we are always obsessed with the new trend.
He has personality. He has a strong personality and is unsociable. As an old technical secondary school student, he is highly valued in the branch. In the late 1980s, the Bank of China was re-established. He is a senior in Zaoyang Sub-branch. In a few years, he became the vice president in charge of the work, but for some reason, he has been doing badly. Later, he was transferred to the city branch as the deputy section chief of the credit department, responsible for credit management and business training. He has profound attainments in theoretical research of credit management and rich practical experience. During my work in Gucheng ICBC, I held a training course on BOC credit business in the county hotel. He went to give a lecture and I went to visit him. When it comes to credit management, he catches lice under the covers-one fold after another, and rarely agrees with my views and opinions. Later, from the credit department to the Ministry of Science and Technology, and then transferred to the office, it is only a department level. I thought, we may be a basket of goods, poor and stubborn, honest and frank, not beating around the bush, not flattering, not to mention his word "stubborn" in charge. Over the years, he didn't know when to start playing, and he has been fascinated by Zhouyi. Sometimes his classmates get together. He is always gossiping about Zhouyi, and everyone has no language with him. So that the relationship between classmates was somewhat alienated later. I know him and I don't blame him. Because of his character. Otherwise, it's not him-the groom.
Alas, the groom has left. He died of a heart attack at the age of 55. He is the third person who died in our class. Tao Xidian, Tao Fuzi, didn't work long, and didn't even have time to make a home. Zhang Jinsheng is influential and prominent in the financial field, but he doesn't want to get sick and die young. The groom, it is said that he is at ease now, his wife has retired, and the girl has worked and married. She should enjoy it, but it's a pity that she lost this blessing. I lost a classmate, teacher and friend, but Marx gained a painter, calligrapher and banker.
On the eve of graduation, I did something exciting in Zaoyang according to what they said. Teacher Kong, the head teacher, said that at the beginning of the new school year, everyone should take an graduation photo exam. I am the leader of our group. I said that no matter what the class is like, our group will organize everyone to take a group photo, and the students should keep a two-year commemoration. At the gate, in front of the teaching building and under the Martyrs Tower, the youth images of our seven male students were fixed. I hold carbon lead, Sun Xianlang holds a drawing board, and the groom points to the mountain to sketch pictures. I also take them out from time to time to bask in the sun. Otherwise, before the start of the new school year, our distribution notice has been issued, and everyone will go their separate ways to report for work. Otherwise, I will leave a permanent regret. Where can I meet two masters now (Tao and Ma Fuzi of the seven have passed away)?
Next, I will do two things to make up for my shortcomings and place my grief. First of all, I must go to his grave to burn some paper and incense for him, chat with him and catch up with the past. Secondly, in 2007, I asked him to write a banner of "Heaven rewards diligence" specially for me, which is still hanging vigorously in the office of the president of Fanxi Sub-branch where I once worked. I will take it off and give it to my home. I can see it every day.