It was in the early summer of that year, and the horror of SARS filled China. The double blow of illness and unemployment made me lose my courage and belief in life. A strange idea hung over me and I walked into the street. This street is not as busy as it used to be. Pedestrians wear masks and keep their distance. I don't wear a mask. I take a deep breath of air and think to myself: Come and infect me with the virus! I want to go to another heaven!
Unconsciously, I came to the "Daxingshan Temple" near Xi 'an Xiaozhai. This temple, located in the bustling downtown area, used to be full of incense and crowds, but now it is as quiet and solemn as an ancient temple in the mountains. There is a commercial street in the temple, the doors are open, but there is no one on the street, only a group of sparrows are foraging on the ground, which can be described as "the door is empty." I looked up and saw a sign that said "Xingshan Temple Gallery", then read the house number: "No.44, Wenbao Street, Daxing Temple" and went in. I never come to these places on weekdays, because life is too tired and I have no leisure. I seem to be a big idle person today.
There was a man sitting there reading a book without saying hello to me, which made me feel very comfortable. He just looked at the pictures hanging on the wall alone. "How much is this painting?" I don't know where the impulse came from, so I pointed to a painting and asked. In fact, I only have ten yuan in my pocket. Maybe I was just asking casually, but I thought to myself, "If you only want ten dollars, I must buy it!" " "I saw him look up at me and said with a smile," Nine dollars. " I paused, immediately took out the only paper money on my body and threw it to him. I said generously, "Keep the change!" " "He took down the painting and was about to go out, but he caught up with me and gave me a dollar.
Out of the door of the gallery, my mood is completely different from when I came here just now. The sunshine outside is so bright that I really want to go home. Out of the temple, I took to the street and got on the bus home. When I put a dollar in my hand into the coin box, a strange feeling flashed through my mind: "Hey! How does he know that I need another yuan to go home by car? " When I got home, I knew from the signature of the painting that his name was "Qing Yu".
From that day on, I have always liked galleries and antique markets. I feel like a collector and an art connoisseur. Although I am poor, I am very relaxed and my health is getting better.
One day, it thundered. According to the Meteorological Observatory, this is the biggest rainstorm in Xi in recent 50 years. When I came to Xingshan Temple again after a storm, I walked into No.44 Wenbao Street in the temple again, and a fragrance came to my nose. As soon as I saw it, there was a golden Buddha statue and Buddhist tools in the room. A young woman smiled at me where Mr. Qingyu sat last time. In a daze, I blurted out and asked, "Are you a fool?" There was a strange and cheerful laugh:
"He's gone."
"Where did he go?"
I don't know. He transferred the shop to me. "
"How much did I transfer to you?"
"He didn't ask for a penny!"
"What about the things in his old gallery?"
"These furniture are for Professor Lu next door to the east. Calligraphy and painting are in the west grocery store, opposite the store. "
To the east is the gallery of Professor Lu who retired from the Academy of Fine Arts. The tables, chairs, bookcases and utensils used by Mr. Qingyu are all here. Professor Lu said, "Qingyu may have gone home. Everything is gone. " This professor Lu is a conceited man. Liu Wenxi, the president of Ximei, has been demoted in his mouth, but he has a good relationship with Mr. Jade. In his words: "There are many strong painters in Xi Academy of Fine Arts, but few of them are psychic! "
The owner of the west grocery store is a calligraphy lover. He showed me some calligraphy works given to him by Mr. Qing Yu: "These are all written by famous calligraphers, which have praised Qing Yu!" He described "praise" as "flattery" I asked him if he could send me one. He said, "That won't do. These are all famous sayings. They are very valuable! " "Finally, he gave me a banner of mourning for the monk and" touted "Mr. Qingwen. Because he has no good impression on the poor lame monk who talks about Zen all day.
The shop opposite is a female boss. She said that Mr. Qingyu put some paintings here and she put them in the warehouse. She said, "Who likes it? Nobody wants to send it! Tell Mr. Li (sapphire) to take it away next time you see him, and don't put it here to take up space! "
I still have to ask the abbot Ming Jie in Houdian, where I saw a "map of Ming Jie" drawn by Mr. Qing Yu. In the picture, an old man closes his eyes and meditates. His figure seems to be constantly changing, and his head vaguely presents a natural texture that I don't know how to form. Ming Jie told me that there is a painting academy in the hospital. He wanted to ask Mr. Qingyu to assist in the management, but he didn't expect Mr. Qingyu to leave without saying goodbye.
I seem to understand why Mr. Qing Yu came to Daxing Temple in Xi to open a gallery. He doesn't want to make money, he wants to practice.