The atmosphere in Beiwang Garden at night is silent.

When I came back, I felt like I had nowhere to stay.

Yang Cunong and his wife went to bed very early, and Meixi came back very late.

He could only go to Zhao Renjie's room to sit for a while.

My desk was set up in his room, and he welcomed me and him to use a vegetable oil lamp.

Zhao Renjie is an overly modest person.

As I conferred with him, a smile appeared on his lips for the first time.

That smile came from his kindness and sincerity.

But when it shines on his pale face, it looks terrible, especially the luster on his teeth, which makes people a little scary, as if he is smiling at a dead person. In fact, the teeth of a dead person have no luster.

When I moved the table inside, he was so hurriedly clearing away the pots and bowls that I didn't know if he had finished dinner.

Just collected it in a hurry.

As if he was afraid that I would see what he was eating.

When he was clearing away the dishes, he blocked my sight with his back, and at the same time said, "You can't move in alone!" I heard the sound of chopsticks falling to the ground, and saw him bending down to pick them up, and picked up one.

, and the second one fell off the table.

I thought: He must have eaten very badly.

In the first few days, he often covered his tableware in this way. When sweeping the floor that night, he also covered my eyes with his back.

There are so many horrible and dirty things under the bed, including clumps of torn newspapers for spitting, hand-rolled cigarette butts, rice grains, and vegetable stems and rat excrement. If it were a June day, this would be

The flies in the house must be buzzing in swarms.

When he was sweeping the floor, he said behind my back: "Mr. Qin, you can smoke by yourself." His cramped voice showed how confused he was, as if he felt that I was watching him from behind.

How pitiful was his ingenuity in diverting my attention!

His body is unhealthy, like a person with stomach problems.

As soon as our conversation touched upon his life, he sighed and said nothing.

For example, if I say, "It's too humid here for people to live there, especially your body..." he won't say anything.

He just lowered his head and sighed.

For example, I said: "Why is the monthly salary at the Art Institute so low? How can I live on one hundred and twenty yuan?" He didn't say anything.

His face also darkened, and he just lowered his head and sighed.

If not, just caress his fingers.

However, when he talked about painting, Zhao Renjie's complexion became lively and his pale face became fresh.

We talked about Rodin's sculptures and Rocky Langami's artistic life, and Zhao Renjie's face became more and more radiant. His life was resurrected in these conversations.

There is also a sparkle of youth between the eyebrows.

He had many opinions about painting.

He said: "I have a drawing that I have been brewing in my mind for a long time, but I am never in the mood to draw it." He said: "I am busy cooking and attending classes all day long, so how can I have time!" He said: "I don't

It's like the style of ordinary Chinese painters!" He said: "Chinese painters are not without genius, they are all damaged by the tendency to pursue form!" He also said: "How can a real artist not pursue the exploration of content?

Here!" He was dissatisfied with the popular woodcut calligraphy works in China. He said, "Have Mr. Qin read "Main Trends in Literature and Art in the Nineteenth Century" by Clandace? I think Clandace said something!

That's right. He said: "What is romanticism? In a word, when they hear others speaking, they don't pay attention to the meaning of the language; they pay attention to whether the sound of the language is beautiful." What about Chinese painters nowadays?

The characters in the works pay attention to the background and mood of the whole picture. What about the Chinese poets now? They don’t pay attention to the content and the language of the poems, but they pay attention to the beautiful sentences that show off little wisdom. What about the Chinese novelists now?

Thoughts, the soul of the characters, and pay attention to the simplicity of the sentences, and sometimes the playfulness of the sentences, and the twists and turns of the story." Then he talked about his sketch. Before that, he rolled a cigarette and lit it, and asked me again.

: "Mr. Qin said no?" I said: "Mr. Zhao is right!" "That was the one I saw at the intersection of our street before." He said, "It's a pity that you can't see her now. She passed away last year.

Dead. I have lived on this street for three years and moved five or six times, but every time I pass by this street, I see the old woman who sets up the candy stall, sitting on a low stool, watching over her.

Candy stall. I remember this very clearly. Her face was covered with deep wrinkles and the lines were quite delicate. If her cheeks were plump, she would have a kind face, but she was thin and yellow.

I thought she was sick, but there was nothing sick about her expression. I thought she was very kind-hearted. There was no sign of depression or pain on her face, because she was so poor!

There are only about twenty pieces of candies lined up on a square wooden plate. Even if you occasionally find one or two oranges on her square wooden plate, they are out of date, discolored, and moldy. Normally, her facial expression should contain something.

Despite the sorrow of life, she gave people the impression of being so surprisingly calm, as if she had no feelings at all in her mind, whether it was a beautiful young woman from Hong Kong passing by her, or a ragged child beside her.

She was in a daze in front of the candy stall, as if these things did not exist in her sensory world. From the implicit meaning of her eyes, the whole world seemed to be dead, and she was the only one in the world, only the things on her square plate.

Twenty pieces of candy. If it was summer, then her world would expand, which meant flies appeared in her world. She used paper fly repellents to chase them away, but she didn't pay too much attention to them.