Knowledge
He has a very stable name, called Hao He. It's a good harmony, not a "good harmony" that lasts for a hundred years. But "harmony" and "合" have the same pronunciation, which sounds down-to-earth and festive. His name is Haohe, but his friends all like to call him Mr. Alexander Dian. He has curly hair, deep eye sockets, a high nose bridge, and a big stature. He looks a bit like a Russian. Therefore, people who do good things and those who like to have fun give him such a nickname.
Alexander!
"Dian" in Northeastern dialect means making nonsense, making something out of nothing, blindly exaggerating the facts, and it also has an incomprehensible meaning. Tiny, unstable, not solid, without foundation and inaccurate.
He was good at reading and bought many books. They were clamped layer by layer with wooden boards and piled on the floor of his small house.
His small room also has the flavor of a study. There is a plaque on the wall with four cursive characters written on it called "Kuyin Yashe". I think these four words are very contradictory when put together. It is obvious that those who chant bitterly are mostly "poor", "bitter", "difficult" and "astringent"; while those who are elegant must have at least four of them, "money" and "leisure". ", "Shun", "Run". The two are not harmonious when brought together.
I met Haohe through a friend who was a painter. At that time, his workplace was still on the outskirts of the city and he could only come back once a week. A painting friend said: "This is a knowledgeable buddy. It will be very beneficial to get to know him."
I believed his words and went to meet him.
That day, we had dinner together in a small shop, and Haohe talked a lot - it seemed that he was talking all the time after the meal, and kept talking, making other people's ears buzz - -But, I barely remembered a word of it. If he remembers it, there is only one sentence, it must be his mantra! It’s called: learning.
This sentence left a deep impression on me!
Haohe is a few years older than me. I respect him very much and rarely argue with him on anything. Even if he has obvious flaws, I will let him talk too much, make random remarks, and talk nonsense. , at most, you can give a kind reminder afterwards, and it’s fine if you listen, or you don’t. You can make comments and I'll just pick the right one and listen.
Because of this, our relationship is not close, but it is not shallow either. It can be regarded as a gentleman's friendship.
I remember that around 1985, the names of many Western philosophers and their thoughts came to China through the "visa" of translators, as if they had made an appointment. Not only did they come, they also made a home in the brains and mouths of some intellectuals and young people. Hao He was one of those young people. During those days, he talked about Nietzsche and Sartre, and talked about Freud and Jung and Schopenhauer. He was immersed in these philosophical views day and night, and he never tired of it even though he was eating chaffy vegetables. He can always talk about existentialism and idealism, and when he is excited, others can't get in the way. Even half a sentence won't work, and his spittle will definitely drown you.
Who can say that he is not a diligent and studious person.
Once, we went to a university to see a friend who taught philosophy and was studying for a doctorate. He heard that Haohe liked philosophy, so he communicated with him - what they said was too profound and I couldn't understand a word of it. Haohe was very excited that day and made the doctor a close friend. He was so talkative that day that by the end of his speech, his face was a little pale.
The doctor said: "Some concepts... you have confused Western classical philosophy with modern philosophy... We can talk about it another time..."
Obviously, the doctor is very modesty.
Haohe’s hand stopped in mid-air, habitually raised a finger and said: "Who can separate classical and modern times? No matter literature, no matter art, no matter philosophy!"
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The doctor was speechless.
Perhaps, he was suffocated by his "bumping" momentum.
Haohe has a wide range of interests.
In 1987, literary creation in the city was very active, and Haohe came into contact with a group of writers with avant-garde tendencies. They drank, played cards, and talked about women together every day. Huddled under the desk lamp, writing dim words.
Perhaps influenced by the writers, Haohe also wanted to write something, so he found a lot of avant-garde novels to read, which made him excited and eager to read. He did not go out for three days and three nights, and ate cold steamed buns with green onions. I even forgot about work.
Soon after, Haohe wrote a novel called "We", which had about 19,000 words. According to the parlance at the time, it was barely a novella. He took this novel around to solicit opinions, and I was one of those solicited. I can't say anything about his novels. I just think they look familiar. The characters and structure seem a bit messy. Some characters are lost as soon as I write them. There are even two characters who are intertwined and can't stand up. He definitely asked me to express my opinion, so I asked this question. Who knows, he asked me: "Have you read Marquez? Have you read Llosa?"
I was asked by him. stunned.
Hao He is such a person, no matter what, he can always say something.
He is always reasonable and refuses to admit defeat.
Haohe is already in his thirties and has not had any success in marriage. We are all worried about him. There was someone who helped introduce me, and I had made an agreement with the woman to call him to make an appointment, but he said, "How can I have time?" in a non-serious way.
It's really dumbfounding.
He often goes to a certain city on business trips and often stays in the same hotel. Once, while drinking a little, he revealed to us that a girl in the hotel was pursuing him, and he was considering whether to accept the love. Everyone was happy for him and advised him to make a decision as soon as possible.
My cousin is a backup dancer at the "Big World Ballroom" in that city. Hehao is very familiar with the waiter at the hotel in question. I called and asked my cousin to help find out about the situation. Who knows? Cousin Tian called me back angrily, blaming me for not clarifying the matter. She went to inquire with others, which resulted in a big red face among the little sisters.
I am very confused, what is going on?
My cousin said, "Why do you like him so much? People see him as a polite guy and just stay away from him."
I patted my forehead with a wry smile.
In the later days, I moved away from the place where I originally lived, far away from the city center, and my wife gave birth to a child and needed my care. The contact with my friends became "deserted" for a time. I heard anecdotally that in 1989, when the sea boom began, Haohe took a leave of absence without pay and devoted himself to the business world. He has been to Hainan Island and Beidahuang, and has been traveling around for more than half a year. Later, he returned to the city and started a calendar business with a bookstore, filming, printing, distributing, and collecting money. He was very prosperous for a while.
The scenery is beautiful, and there are also jokes.
At the end of 1989, Haohe made a lot of money by publishing the 1990 wall calendar. He told everyone he met that he made a small amount of money, not much, 18,000 yuan, enough for two years. . Maybe he talked too much and some people became jealous and reported him to the tax bureau. The people at the tax bureau wanted to collect his personal income tax and wanted to make some money from the fines. However, when they went to the bookstore to check the accounts, they found that Hao He's income was only 1,500 yuan, which was three months' wages. The people at the tax bureau were angry. Incredible.
The people from the tax bureau said: "You are so clever!"
They didn't know that Hao Hezhen had a nickname! If they knew the nickname, they wouldn't come to check the accounts.
Lao Ye
Lao Ye is a friend of mine in my early years. He teaches in a school similar to a staff university. Teach political economy. He likes calligraphy, clay sculpture, and antiques - so he likes people to say: "Lao Ye is an artist."
Lao Ye's family has a large bookshelf, with some calligraphy stacked up and down on it. There are also several newspapers, periodicals and books by him, as well as several clay sculptures by him. Of course, there are even more majestic "Qin bricks and Han tiles" occasionally exposed there. When I met Lao Ye, he was almost forty years old and a director of the "Qing Shu Association". He wore a pair of flat glasses and had a patch of hair loss at the center of his head - medically known as "alopecia areata". He likes to sound like a baby when he speaks, which makes people feel uncomfortable.
His wife lived in a rural area, and later he was admitted to a technical secondary school in the city. After graduation, he was assigned to work as a cashier in a small business under the food system. None of our group knew his wife's name. Every time we met at home, we would just call her sister-in-law.
My sister-in-law is a real person, she doesn't like to laugh, and she doesn't know how to listen to jokes, so we never joke with her.
It is said that Lao Ye's calligraphy has a family tradition. His ancestors were in the Hanlin Academy and left handwriting. When Lao Ye first practiced calligraphy, he used his ancestor's "notes" - a bit like Yu Shinan's calligraphy. The frame is well-proportioned.
Lao Ye learned clay sculpture through self-enlightenment.
He himself said that he had been to Tianjin and Wuxi, and when he saw people pinching little people, he thought it was interesting, so he thought about it. After thinking about it three times and two times, he got it right. With a little bit of interest, I "enlightened" all the way and figured out my own way. Lao Ye once made me a "golden body" and shaped me into a "King Kong". Unexpectedly, a few days after entering the door, this "King Kong" was broken by a child's hand - it was not Lao Ye's craftsmanship that was not good. It’s my life that cannot bear this “King Kong” body.
When the clay figurine was brought back, my wife asked: "Who is it?"
I said: "Look carefully, these eyebrows, these eyes, this beard."
My wife looked at it for a long time, but still didn’t recognize it, so she went off to do other things.
Alas! Lao Ye took the initiative and enthusiastically molded it for me. There is still hard work without credit!
Lao Ye collects antiques, such as Song Dynasty paper, Ming paper, Xuande furnaces, porcelain from Dingjiao, and ancient swords from Wu and Yue. He can always find rare items without spending a few dollars. money. Lao Ye personally told me that the inkstone he used was once used by a famous writer of essays in the late Qing Dynasty, and it had a particularly celestial spirit. He said proudly: "I don't dare to use it at ordinary times. I don't dare to use it at ordinary times." He also said, "When I use this inkstone, it feels..."
It must feel good!
In my hand, there are many words written by Lao Ye. He loves to write in a arrogant way - either "The iron horse autumn wind blows in the Jibei, the apricot blossoms spring rain in the south"; or "I am drunk and read the sword by the lamp, and I dream of blowing the trumpet in the camp"; or "The strong wind is blowing"; or "I will go up and down. Seek”. He had many students, so there were also many people who wrote articles for him. His students introduced him and said that he was proficient in "Zhen Cao Li Zhuan" and knew all the rubbings of inscriptions. Shu is a great calligrapher. Lao Ye's sister-in-law is also his student. Although she is seven or eight years younger than Lao Ye, her life must be very harmonious because of the relationship between writing and ink.
Most of Lao Ye's calligraphy is running script, and most of his award-winning works in China are also in this style. He has won a national silver medal, several provincial gold medals, and several municipal "special awards." In his bookshelf, in addition to books, clay sculptures and antiques, there are more than a dozen certificates. , mostly red and less green, often giving people a feeling of fat, green, red and thin.
Lao Ye's study room is called "Jiya Zhai", and he has a nickname, Jiya Jushi. His ancestral home is Kaifeng, Henan, so he has a seal engraved with "Ye Kaifeng". Sometimes when he writes for others, he also signs it with the words "Ye Kaifeng", but there are not many characters with this title. I only have three of them, and I saw them once on a plaque of a handmade noodle shop.
Lao Ye often goes out to give lectures on calligraphy. Sometimes he gives lectures in two or three places. Sometimes when he couldn't speak properly, he arranged for his students to take over his classes. His wife also gave a few lectures for him, and it was said that the effect was pretty good. With these classes, in addition to his salary, he also has a considerable income every month, which may be his capital for playing antiques. I have never taken his calligraphy class, so I can't comment on it.
I have known Lao Ye for five or six years, and I feel that he is not a bad person, but too shrewd; he is average in knowledge, loves to show off, sometimes pretends to understand, and is very modest. These are not big problems after all, and they are more or less acceptable.
But there was one thing that gradually alienated me from him.
It’s about antiques.
One of my neighbors, who was in the clothing business, made some money and bought a house in a better area of ??the city. After the decoration was completed, I felt like something was missing in the house. What's missing? Less of a symbol of worth. So, I thought of antiques and wanted to get a valuable bottle or jar to put in the living room to create a little graceful atmosphere.
I took him to Lao Ye and explained the situation to him.
Lao Ye thought about it for a long time and then said: "Okay, I will let one thing go out. Who said we are friends."
My neighbor and I were very happy.
Lao Ye took out a large porcelain bottle wrapped in paper from under the bed, pointed to the slightly damaged area on the bottle's mouth and said, "The Wanli one is not very valuable."
My neighbor had some knowledge of history, and he gratefully offered me a price that satisfied Lao Ye.
Lao Ye said: "Sorry, if you didn't spend the money when collecting it, you could just use it for fun. If you let it go, it won't be released. I'm so sorry."
< p> Many thanks to the neighbors.A year later, by chance, a neighbor met an old master from Yabaozhai and invited him to come to his house for appraisal. Unexpectedly, the master only took one look at the bottle and said, "This, Mr. Ye asked me to inspect it. It is an imitation from the late Republic of China. How did he say it was from the Wanli period? Are you kidding! He must have given it to you. "It's impossible to charge you such a high price."
I was very embarrassed after hearing this.