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Mr. Lu Xun's laughter is bright and clear, from the heart of joy. If someone said something ridiculous, Mr. Lu Xun laughed so hard that he couldn't even hold his cigarette, often coughing with laughter.
Mr. Lu Xun's walk was very light and swift, and what one remembers clearly is that he just grabbed his hat and put it on his head, and at the same time, his left leg was stretched out, as if he was walking recklessly.
Mr. Lu Xun did not pay much attention to people's clothes, he said: "Who wears what clothes I can not see ......"
Mr. Lu Xun was sick, just a little bit, the window was open, he sat in a chaise longue, smoking cigarettes, that day I was wearing a new strange flaming red blouse with very wide sleeves.
Mr. Lu Xun said, "This weather is sweltering up, this is the plum rainy day." He took his cigarette, which he had packed on a mouthpiece that looked like a tooth, and packed it a little tighter in his hand, and went on down the line to say something else.
Mr. Hsu was too busy running around with his chores to appreciate my clothes.
So I said, "Mr. Chou, is my dress beautiful?"
Mr. Lu Xun looked from top to bottom, "Not very pretty."
After a while and added: "Your skirt with the wrong color, not the red blouse is not good, all kinds of colors are good, red blouse should be matched with a red skirt, or else it is a black skirt, coffee-colored can not be; these two colors together is very turbid ...... you do not see foreigners walking down the street? Never wear a green skirt underneath and a purple blouse on top, nor wear a red skirt and then a white blouse ......"
Mr. Lu Xun looked at me from his recliner: "Your skirt is coffee-colored, with a plaid, and the colors are muddy very much, so it makes the red dress unattractive too."
"...... People thin don't wear black clothes, people fat don't wear white clothes; women with long feet must wear black shoes, short feet must wear white shoes; square lattice clothes fat people can't wear, but better than the horizontal lattice; horizontal lattice, the fat people wear it, it will put the fat people more to the sides of the crack, the More horizontal wide, fat people to wear vertical stripes, vertical people appear to be long, horizontal people appear to be wide ......"
That day, Mr. Lu Xun was very interested in me a pair of short boots also slightly criticized, said that my short boots are worn by the military, because the front and back of the boots have a line weaving the pull handle, which according to Mr. Lu Xun said, "I'm not sure if you want to wear a pair of short boots, but I'm not sure if you want to wear a pair of short boots. This pull handle according to Mr. Lu Xun said is placed under the pants ......
I said: "Mr. Zhou, why that boots I wore for how long and not tell me, how now just think of it? Aren't they not worn now? Isn't this a different shoe I'm wearing?"
"I only told you when you weren't wearing them, and when you were wearing them, as soon as I said you should stop wearing them."
That afternoon to go to a feast to go, I want Mr. Xu to find me a bit of cloth or silk strips to bunch a bunch of hair. Mr. Xu took to beige green and peach. Mr. Xu and I **** the same choice is beige. To make fun of it, Mr. Xu lifted the peach-colored one up and put it in my hair, and Mr. Xu said happily:
"It looks good, doesn't it? How pretty!"
I was also very proud of myself, and very disciplined and naughty, waiting for Mr. Lu Xun to look this way.
Mr. Lu Xun got angry when he looked at us, and his eyelids went down to look our way:
"Don't pretend she ...... like that."
Mr. Xu was a little embarrassed.
I quieted down as well.
Mr. Lu Xun never lost his temper when he was teaching in Peking, but it was often good to look at people with this kind of vision, Mr. Xu often told me that when she was a student at the Women's Teacher's University, Mr. Zhou was in the classroom, and as soon as he was angry, he swept his eyes downwards and looked at them, and this kind of vision, Mr. Lu Xun, in the memory of Mr. Fan Ainong's text, had described it himself, and whoever had come into contact with this kind of vision would have felt the all-wise man of a wilder generation of I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it.
I began to ask: "How is it that Mr. Zhou also knows all these things about women's clothing?"
"Having read books, about aesthetics."
"When did you read it ......"
"Probably when I was studying in Japan ...... "
"Buy the book?"
"Not necessarily bought, maybe grabbed it from somewhere and read it ......"
"Was it fun to read?"
"Just looking ......"
"What's Mr. Chou doing reading this book?"
"......" No answer. It seemed difficult to answer.
Mr. Hsu said from the sidelines, "Mr. Zhou reads everything."
In Mr. Lu Xun's home as a guest, at first from the French Concession to Hongkou, the tram will take almost an hour's work, so the number of times I came at that time is relatively small, I remember once talked about midnight, after twelve o'clock on the tram, but I do not know what to talk about that day, talking about a paragraph on the side of the long table to look at the clock, eleven-thirty, eleven forty-five, the tram is gone. The trams were gone.
"Anyway, it's already twelve o'clock, and there are no more trams, so sit down for a while." Mr. Xu urged so.
Mr. Lu Xun, as if he had heard what was being said and had become disillusioned, settled down and held up his toothy pipe in deep thought.
After one o'clock, send me (and other friends) out of the Mr. Xu, outside the drizzle, the alley lights are all out, Mr. Lu Xun asked Mr. Xu must be allowed to take the car back, and must ask Mr. Xu to pay.
Later also live to the North Sichuan Road, every night after dinner must come to the mainland after dinner, windy days, rainy days, almost no interruption.
Mr. Lu Xun liked the northern rice. Also like to eat fried things, like to eat hard things, that is, later when you are sick, but also not much milk. Chicken soup brought to the side with a spoon scooped one or two even if the matter.
One day about I went to make dumplings to eat, that still live in the French Concession, so I brought foreign sauerkraut and beef with a meat grinder. And Mr. Xu stood in the living room at the back of the square table wrapped up, the sea baby son around the noise, a moment to press the dough into a round cake took, he said he made a boat to send in front of our eyes, we do not look at it, turn around he made a chicken, Mr. Xu and I do not look at it, he tried to avoid being praised, if a praise, I am afraid that he did even more vigorously.
The living room after not to dusk on the first black, back feel a slight chill, know that the clothes are not enough, but for the busy, did not add clothes to go. When the dumplings finished to see that the number is not much, which know Mr. Xu we talk too much talk, miss work. Mr. Xu how to leave home, how to study in Tianjin, how to study in the Women's Normal University, how to be a tutor, she went to the tutor's examination of the description of the paragraph, very interesting, only one, but the examination of dozens of people, she was able to be elected is considered difficult. I hope that there is a little supplement for tuition, winter is coming, Beiping and cold, that home is far from the school, in addition to the monthly car money, if the cold and flu also have to take out their own money to buy aspirin, the monthly salary of ten yuan to run from the West Side to the East Side ......
Dumplings boiled, a staircase, I heard upstairs bright Mr. Lu Xun's laughter rushed down the stairs, and I was very pleased to see that Mr. Lu Xun's voice was so loud. Laughter rushed down the stairs, it turned out that there are a few friends upstairs is also talking lively. It was a good meal that day.
After that, we made leek hijiki and hijiki leaf cakes, and I suggested that Mr. Lu Xun would inevitably approve of them, and I didn't do a very good job, but Mr. Lu Xun still held up his chopsticks at the dinner table and asked Mr. Xu, "Shall I have a few more?"
Because Mr. Lu Xun's stomach is not very good, he must take one or two pills of "Spleen Zi Mei" stomach medicine after each meal.
One afternoon Mr. Lu Xun was proofreading a book by someone else, and as soon as I walked into the bedroom, Mr. Lu Xun turned to me from the round chair and stood up slightly.
"Long time no see, long time no see." Nodding his head at me as he spoke.
Wasn't I here just now? How come it's been a long time? It is the morning I came that time Mr. Zhou forgot, but I also come every day ah ...... how all forget?
Mr. Zhou turned around and sat on the recliner before he laughed at himself, he was joking.
The rainy season, few sunny days, one day in the morning just cleared, I was so happy, I went to Mr. Lu Xun's house, ran up the stairs and still panting, Mr. Lu Xun said: "Come!" I said, "Coming!"
I was panting and couldn't even drink my tea.
Mr. Lu Xun then asked me:
"What's the matter?"
I said, "The sky is clear, the sun is out."
Mr. Xu and Mr. Lu Xun both laughed, a heartfelt laugh at the unfolding of a melancholy state of mind.
As soon as he saw me, Hai Ying had to drag me out into the yard to play with him, pulling my hair or my clothes.
Why didn't he pull others? According to Mr. Zhou, "He saw that you wore pigtails and were almost the same size as him, and everyone else was an adult in his eyes, so he looked at you as small."
Mr. Xu asked Hai Ying, "Why do you like her? Don't like others?"
"She has pigtails." He said and came to pull my hair.
Mr. Lu Xun's family had very few, almost no, guests, especially not those who lived in his house. One Saturday night, dinner was set up in Mr. Lu Xun's bedroom on the second floor, and there was a full house around the table. It was like this every Saturday night, when Mr. Zhou Jianren came to visit with his whole family. At the table sat a very thin, very tall man in a small Chinese undershirt, and Mr. Lu Xun introduced him, saying, "This is a fellow countryman, a merchant."
At first glance it seemed right, wearing Chinese pants and with his hair shaved short. When the meal he also let others wine, but also pour me a cup, the attitude is very lively, not quite like a businessman; and so eat the meal, and then talked about the "pseudo-freedom book" and "two heart set". This businessman, very open-minded, not common in China. If you haven't seen it before, you're not sure about it.
The next time we had dinner downstairs at the square table behind the living room, it was a sunny day, with a hot wind blowing, and although it was dusk, it was not dark behind the living room. Mr. Lu Xun is a new haircut, can still remember a bowl of yellowtail fish on the table, probably to Mr. Lu Xun's taste, is fried in oil. In front of Mr. Lu Xun there was a bowl of wine, the bowl was flat, as if it was used as a rice bowl for eating. Mr. Lu Xun had a flat bowl of wine in front of him, as if it were a rice bowl used for eating. The merchant also drank wine, and the bottler stood next to him. He said what kind of Mongolian people, what kind of Miao people, and when he passed through from Tibet, that Tibetan woman saw a man chasing her, and how she was.
This businessman can be really strange, how to specialize in walking places, but not doing business? And Mr. Lu Xun's books he has read all, a mouth this, a mouth that. And Hai Ying called him Mr. x, I heard the word x and understood who he was. ×Mr. X often came back late, from Mr. Lu Xun's house, met in the alley several times.
One night Mr. × came down from the third floor, carrying a small box in his hand and wearing a long robe, and stood in front of Mr. Lu Xun, who said he was moving. He excused himself, and Mr. Xu sent him downstairs. At this point Mr. Zhou circled the floor twice and asked me,
"Do you see him as a businessman after all?"
"Yes." I said.
Mr. Lu Xun very interestingly walked a few steps on the floor, and then said to me, "He is a merchant who sells private goods, who sells spiritual ......"
Mr. x walked 25,000 miles back.
Young people write letters, too hastily, which Mr. Lu Xun abhorred.
"The word does not have to be written well, but must be so that people recognize at first glance, young people are now too busy ...... he himself quickly and haphazardly write the matter, others read three times five times to see do not understand, how much work this cost, he does not care. In any case, this cost of work is not his. This intention is not good."
But he read every letter from the young people who dropped in from different corners, and when his eyes failed him, he put on his spectacles and read them, often late into the night.
Cole Huichol's paintings, Mr. Lu Xun most admired, but also admired her person, Cole Huichol by Hitler's oppression, not allowed to be a professor, not allowed to paint, Mr. Lu Xun often talked about her.
Smaller Smedley, Mr. Lu Xun also talked about, she is an American woman, helped the Indian independence movement, and now is aiding China.
Mr. Lu Xun introduced to people to see the film: "Xia Boyang", "revenge" ...... the rest, such as "Tarzan of the Apes" ...... or African monsters this kind of film, also often introduced to people. Mr. Lu Xun said: "There is nothing to see in the film, look at the birds and beasts and so on can increase some knowledge of animals."
Mr. Lu Xun does not swim in the park, live in Shanghai for ten years, Zhaofeng Park has not entered, Hongkou Park is so close has not entered. As soon as spring arrived, I often tell Mr. Zhou, I said the park soil is soft, the park wind how soft, Mr. Zhou promised to choose a sunny weather, choose a Sunday, sea baby vacation day, good together to go, take a ride in a car has been driving to Zhaofeng Park, is also considered a short trip, but this is just thinking and did not do, and the park to the definition, Mr. Lu Xun said:" The look of the park I know ...... a door into the door divided into two roads, one to the left, one to the right, along the road planted a little willow tree or something, under the tree with a few long chairs, and then a little farther there is a pool."
I have been to Zhaofeng Park, as well as Hongkou Park or French parks, as if this definition applies to park designers in any country.
Mr. Lu Xun doesn't wear gloves or a scarf, and in winter he wears a black and stone-blue cotton robe, a gray felt hat on his head, and black canvas rubber-soled shoes.
The rubber-soled shoes were particularly hot in summer and cool and wet in winter, and Mr. Lu Xun's health was not good, so we all proposed to change these shoes. Mr. Lu Xun refused to do so, saying that rubber-soled shoes were convenient for walking.
"How much does Mr. Zhou walk in a day? And isn't it just one turn to the xxx bookstore?"
Mr. Lu Xun smiled but did not answer.
"Isn't Mr. Zhou very good at hurting the wind? If you don't wear a scarf, won't you get a cold when the wind blows?"
Mr. Lu Xun, who is not used to all these, said:
"Since I was a child, I have never worn a glove scarf, and I am not used to wearing it."
Mr. Lu Xun pushed open the door from the house, two hands exposed, very wide cuffs to the wind forward, armpits holding a black silk printed bag, wrapped in books or letters, to the old target road bookstore.
The baggage must be taken out every day, back must be brought back, out with back to the youth of the letter, back from the bookstore to bring a new letter and young people to ask Mr. Lu Xun to read the manuscript.
Mr. Lu Xun came back from the outside with a printed bag and an umbrella, and as soon as he entered the door of the living room, the guests were sitting, and hung the umbrella on the hanger to talk with the guests. Talked for a long time, the umbrella on the water droplets along the umbrella pole on the floor has gathered a pile of water.
Mr. Lu Xun went upstairs to get cigarettes, holding the printed baggage, and the umbrella did not forget, and brought it upstairs.
Mr. Lu Xun's memory was so strong that his things were never just scattered anywhere.
Mr. Lu Xun loved northern flavors. Mr. Xu wanted to hire a northern cook, Mr. Lu Xun thought the expenses were too high to hire, a male servant, at least fifteen yuan for the work.
So buy rice and charcoal are Mr. Xu hands, I asked Mr. Xu why use two maids are old, are sixty or seventy years old? Mr. Xu said they were used to doing it, Hai Ying's nanny, Hai Ying was here when she was a few months old.
As we were talking the short, chubby nanny came down the stairs and met us face to face.
"No tea, sir?" She quickly grabbed a cup and went to pour the tea, the sound of her gasping for breath as she had just come down the stairs still gurgling in her throat, she was indeed getting old.
Coming guests, Mr. Xu did not not go down to the kitchen, dishes are very rich, fish, meat ...... are served in large bowls, at least four or five bowls, more than seven or eight bowls. But usually there are only three bowls of food: a bowl of vegetarian fried bowl of bean sprouts, a bowl of bamboo shoots fried pickles, and then a bowl of yellow croaker.
The dish is as simple as it gets.