Early the next morning, Zhuang Rui left the courtyard with a copy of Lang Shining's "Picture of Emperor Qianlong's Concubines Visiting the Garden" and some fresh fruits rarely seen in winter. This was given to his grandfather by Zhuang Rui.
They also borrow flowers to offer to Buddha.
The place where we made an appointment with Fatty Jin was the famous Little Red Building of Beijing Normal University. The master had lived here since the last century and had never moved there until now. Since he could not drive the car directly downstairs, Zhuang Rui could only
Fatty Jin was waiting at the back door of Beijing Normal University.
"Brother, the fruit is fine, but the teacher won't accept this..."
Fatty Jin opened the car glass and frowned when he saw what Zhuang Rui was holding. He could tell that what Zhuang Rui was holding should be a painting. Although the old man accepted gifts, most of them were gifts.
Some extremely cheap items and antiques are never accepted.
Zhuang Rui smiled and said: "Brother Jin, this is a painting I brought back from Hong Kong. It is very related to the old man's ancestors. I want to show it to the master, whether it was made by the painter at that time?"
"Don't mention anything about the teacher's family background. He doesn't like to hear that. Go in and look for an opportunity. I'll just ask you to take out the painting. But the teacher's eyes, oh, let's go..."
Fatty Jin parked the car and actually took a fluffy giant panda toy from above. Zhuang Rui was stunned when he saw it. Didn't he say that the old man had no children? What was Fatty Jin doing with a toy?
"Haha, the teacher is old, but he is very humorous and has a childlike innocence. We students will give him some fun things. This giant panda means that the teacher is a national treasure. There is also a story in it...
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After hearing Fatty Jin finish telling this story, Zhuang Rui also laughed. He had heard this story told before, but from Fatty Jin's mouth, Zhuang Rui heard the original version.
This is a well-known joke. It tells the story of a husband who was in poor health and was annoyed by the constant visitors. With his usual humor, he wrote a note and posted it on the door: "The giant panda is sick, and visitors are not allowed to visit!"
After seeing it, he smiled knowingly, turned around and left, not to disturb the old man again.
This joke has been circulating for a long time, and many people believe it to be true. Even some of my students wrote it in articles. Later, my husband came out and said: "This is a misinformation. I am self-aware. How can I dare to call myself a national treasure?"
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In fact, my husband had a huge book debt and too many people asking for help. He couldn't do anything at home and couldn't do anything serious, so he had to hide in the Diaoyutai Jingxi Hotel because there were armed police standing guard there and ordinary people couldn't get in.
But hiding for a long time is not a problem. After returning home, the husband wrote four sentences: "I am hibernating. I refuse to visit. I will knock on the door and push the door. I will fine you one yuan." He posted the note on the door, but the note was only posted on the door.
After a day, it was taken away and kept.
The husband had no choice but to write another one with a ballpoint pen a few days later: "I am ill and unable to socialize. Please leave a message if you have anything to do. A gentleman should respect himself." He stuck it firmly on the door with paste, but visitors continued to come after that.
Later, cartoonist Ding Cong learned about this and drew a cartoon called "The Giant Panda Is Sick" and gave it to his husband. This is the truth of the story.
After arriving at the Little Red Building, Fatty Jin greeted an old man who looked to be in his 60s and asked, "I wish you a happy new year. Are there many people coming to see the teacher today?"
"No, you are the first group, go up..." The old man smiled kindly. He is the master's nephew and a very dedicated teacher. He has been serving the master for decades, and with students like Fatty Jin
They are all very familiar.
"Fortunately, there are not many people here today, otherwise the teacher would have to waste his energy again..."
Fatty Jin greeted Zhuang Rui, and the two of them walked up to the second floor of the small building. This kind of small building has two floors in total. The master's nephew lives on the first floor, and the husband himself lives on the second floor. The two rooms above
One room is Mr.'s studio.
Fatty Jin knocked hard on the door. The gentleman's ears were no longer very good, but soon there was a "cough" sound from the door, and then he asked: "Who is it?"
"Teacher, it's me, here to wish you a happy New Year. Can you hear my voice?"
"You little kid, come in and close the door..." Mr.'s laughter came from the room. Although it wasn't loud, it was heard very clearly.
"Teacher, I kowtow to you and say New Year greetings..."
In industries such as antiques, calligraphy and painting, which have been passed down for a long time, basically the people in the industry follow the rules that have been passed down from ancient times. For example, the uncle Benshan from the Northeast once caused a stir in society because of his apprentice’s kowtow.
There is a big debate, but this is tradition. In the eyes of the older generation, it is natural and right for the Lord of Heaven and Earth to kowtow to the master!
As soon as Fatty Jin entered the room, he didn't care whether the floor was dirty or not, and whether the old man could see it or not. He put down the things on his hands, knelt on his knees and kowtowed, and made three ringing noises in succession. Zhuang Rui heard clearly
Chu.
"Okay, you little fat guy, come here and let the teacher see what gifts you brought..."
Zhuang Rui was startled by Fatty Jin's behavior just now and didn't even have time to see the master. Now he looked around and found the master sitting in a wheelchair in front of a square table, holding a magnifying glass in his hand, and seemed to be reading a book.
The two of them were disturbed.
The master's face is very delicate. She looks like a woman at first glance, but there are already a lot of age spots on her face. Her hair is very sparse, but it is neatly combed. She has a naughty smile on her face at the moment.
He looks like a kind elder.
Fatty Jin is also in his forties, but in the eyes of his husband, he is really a little fat man. If he has children, his grandson will probably be older than Fatty Jin.
"Teacher, I brought you a giant panda toy. It's furry. You can touch it..."
Fatty Jin picked up his toy and put it on his husband's lap, causing him to laugh and scold him: "You little fat man, I said that was a lie, why are you giving this to me? The teacher is either a national treasure or a national treasure.
A bookmaker..."
The old man's words made Zhuang Rui, who was standing nearby, in awe. He could see that there was no pretense when the old man said these words, and he spoke them completely from the heart.
The humble and peaceful demeanor of the gentleman when he spoke made Zhuang Rui's impetuous mood suddenly calm down due to his busy schedule during the New Year. Perhaps this was the charm of his personality.
"Are there any guests here? Please sit down, sit down..."
The old man's eyesight was very poor. Without a magnifying glass, he could only vaguely see two figures sitting in a wheelchair, constantly waving to Zhuang Rui to sit down.
"Sir, I am a collector. I admire your knowledge and character. I am here specifically to wish you a happy New Year..."
Zhuang Rui first stood in front of the old man and bowed to him three times before he sat down on the sofa. However, when he sat down, he felt like he was sitting in a pile of books because there were so many places on the sofa.
Full of all kinds of books.
Only then did Zhuang Rui have time to look at the room. In this small room, apart from the bed, bookshelf, desk, and a sofa and coffee table, the rest of the room was filled with books.
The husband waved his hands repeatedly and said: "I don't dare to take it. I don't dare to take it. How many years have I lived? I don't dare to think that you talk like this. My ears and eyes are not very good. Young man, please speak louder..."
The old man smiled, and then said: "Last year, several people came to my family and asked me to serve as the honorary director of the China Disabled Persons Welfare Foundation. I heard it just right. Now I can't see my eyes and my ears can't hear clearly. The whole thing is...
As a disabled person, I said that I would resolutely join the Disabled Persons’ Federation..."
Mr. Zhuang Rui and Fatty Jin both laughed at his words. His open-minded, cheerful and humorous character was very infective to the people around him.
"Sir, your health is still very good. You can definitely hear what I say..."
As Zhuang Rui spoke, he quietly released a few traces of spiritual energy, which seeped into the old man's ears and eyes.
During the time he came to Beijing, Zhuang Rui conducted experiments on his grandfather and Mr. Song. He found that old people who have reached a certain age may have severely degraded physical functions and their response to spiritual energy is very slow. Even if they are not under the influence of spiritual energy,
Even if you sleep and inject a small amount of spiritual energy, they won't notice you.
"Hey, I can really hear it. This man is in great spirits during happy events. Little fat man, please check if the door is not closed properly. Why do I feel a bit of a cool breeze?"
Because the old man was really too old and Zhuang Rui had used too much spiritual energy just now, the old man also felt a slight chill on his face. In this heated house, the feeling was particularly clear.
"Teacher, the doors and windows are all closed properly..."
Fatty Jin became nervous when he heard this and quickly checked. This old man's winter is the most difficult one. A small cold may cause extremely serious consequences.
"Well, my eyes are a little sore. Maybe it's because I read for a long time just now. Alas, in fact, my half-blind eyes can't see a few big words clearly..."
The old man took out his handkerchief, wiped his eyes, and said to Zhuang Rui: "Young man, what you are holding is a painting, right? Who painted it?"
Zhuang Rui replied respectfully: "Sir, it is a painting of "Concubines Visiting the Garden" by Lang Shining, the imperial painter of Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty. I brought it here for you to appreciate..."
"Lang Shining's? There are not many fake paintings of his, but there are also not many real paintings. Unfortunately, I can't see clearly with my eyes..."
The old man shook his head slightly. That's how he is. If he can't see or understand clearly, he won't talk nonsense, because as a leader in the domestic calligraphy and collection circles, not only is his word worth a thousand dollars, but his words are worth a thousand dollars.
"Hey, that's not right, teacher, how did you know that what Xiaozhuang brought was a painting?"
Fatty Jin suddenly raised a question on the side. He knew that the teacher's eyes could only distinguish a person's figure at most, so how did he see what Zhuang Rui was holding?
