Lesheng is my distant cousin. His father's name was Yaqing, and we called him The Three Uncles of Yaqing, or the Three Uncles of Mazi. Ya Qing used to be the accountant in our dye shop, and Lesheng was an apprentice in the shop. Therefore, I am very familiar with Lesheng, and when the shop is empty in the afternoon, Lesheng will play with me.
Lesheng's gameplay is whimsical, different, and somewhat vicious, but it is actually not very harmful. I have a little yearning for him, just because I love this viciousness. For example: He sees a hundred feet, lures it out, and uses scissors to cut off two of its pliers. The hundred feet were made of pliers as a weapon, and now they have been cut off, just like disarming and disarming, it is not terrible. Lesheng hid it in his sleeve and let him crawl around on it. He suddenly threw a hundred feet at someone else, and the man was startled. There were a few children who were so frightened by him that they cried. Once, my mother came out and sat down in front of the store. Lesheng took advantage of her lack of preparation and put this hundred feet on her shoulder. When my mother saw it, she was shocked, and Lesheng immediately went over and caught the hundred feet and hid them in the bag, which surprised my mother again. On another occasion, he asked his father, Asako San, for pocket money, but his father would not give it. He took out a hundred feet and threw them on his arm. The three uncles of Mazi were startled, and they hurriedly dusted it with their hands, and they did not know that the hundred feet landed on his back and did not leave his body. He picked up a latch in the corner of the door and wanted to beat Lesheng. Lesheng fled in front, he chased after him with a hundred feet on his back and a door latch, and the people on the street laughed. Lesheng turned a corner and disappeared, and the three uncles of Mazi stood with a hundred feet on their backs and held the latch on their backs, gasping for breath. Someone dusted off a hundred feet for him. A chicken saw it, ran over and pecked two or three mouthfuls, swallowing all the hundred feet. The chicken, as usual, lifted its head and paced around, as if nothing had happened. It can be known that the stomach digestion of chickens is very strong. These hundred feet are no longer forceps and non-toxic. If there are forceps that are poisonous, it will still digest and treat the poison as a nutrient. I remember my eldest sister pricking the beads, thinking that the beads were not round, and pouring them into the mouth of the chicken. After a while, the chicken was killed, and the beads were taken out, and they were round. It can be seen that its digestibility is strong. Gossip less.
Lesheng is particularly interested in the hundred feet. After getting tired of playing with the above methods, he had another way. Sharpen a bamboo, sharpen both ends, bend into a bow shape, nail the head and tail of a hundred feet, and put both hands together, and the hundred feet become a bow string. This is called the Hundred Foot Bow. He hung the bow of the hundred feet on the wall, and by the third day the hundred feet were not dead, and the feet were still shaking. Therefore, it is said: a hundred-footed worm, dead but not stiff, but this method is too cruel. The hundred feet were originally pests and should be killed, but why such a cruel punishment? But that's what I think now, and I was also aware of it at the time. Moreover, after the hundred feet are dried, they are actually very tough, can be used as bow strings, and shoot arrows with bamboo sticks, and everyone who sees them is amazed by Lesheng's masterpiece.
Lesheng has another masterpiece, which is really vicious. One night, when I was in the store with him, he quietly took out a packet of hair, somehow from nowhere, and cut it very thinly with scissors, like black powder. I asked him what he was doing, and he said you'll know tomorrow. By tomorrow afternoon, the store was empty, and Mr. Gu Zhitang, a Taoist priest next door, came to sit at the entrance of the store and talk with people. Taking advantage of his lack of preparation, Lesheng took a handful of hair powder and sprinkled it on the neck under his skull. This Gu Zhitang's neck was born very long, and people said that he was blowing sheng, and sheng was sucking, so he sucked the neck very long. Because the neck is long, the back of the collar is wide and can accommodate many hair powders. Gu Zhitang didn't feel anything at first, but then he felt itchy, and reached out to scratch it, and the more he scratched, the more itchy it became. The hair powder fell and stuck to the back ridge, and Gu Zhitang had to pick up his clothes and bend into his arms to scratch. At the same time, he said to himself: "The back is very itchy, is there a lice?" I don't have lice in my house. Finally the itch couldn't stand up, so I went home to change my clothes.
Mr. Ho Chang-hee, the accountant, has also been through this. He Changxi sat at the accounting table to write an account, and Le Sheng faked a broom dust and sprinkled a handful of hair powder in his neck. He Changxi was a big man, and for a moment he knew mu jue, and then he pulled on his clothes, and the more he pulled, the more itchy he became, and his mouth kept cursing. Lesheng and I were laughing. Yatou Hongying had eaten quite a few times. Because Hongying often sat on the edge of the steps of the store to cut fish or wash clothes, Lesheng leaned on the counter, condescending, and sprinkled it just in the neck. In addition, Lesheng took this bag of treasure to the street, and who ate his loss is unknown. These are naughty children's pranks, not evil, but he still has tricks and deceptions.
In the morning, when the street was noisy, Lesheng took a bowl of water and walked among the people. Seeing a relatively generous man, he intended to touch him, and the bowl of water fell upside down on the ground. Lesheng exclaimed, "Ahhh! I've knocked over my two dimes of shochu! Naimai my grandfather is going to kill me! I want you to lose! I want you to lose! He burst into tears. The man had no choice but to pay him two dimes of money.
Happy to live and die early. His son, Shunhua, had heard that he was doing business in a butcher shop, but now somehow, there was no news for decades.
Excerpt from "Feng Zikai's Self-Description"
Written/painted by Feng Zikai
Zhong Guisong, eds
Shanghai Sanlian Bookstore Phoenix Yili
Who says the scar on my left forehead is a defect? This is a testament to the joys of my childhood, a relic of my golden age.
——Feng Zikai
Zi Kai is less than me, for life, there is such an ability to chew and play, compared with me, can not but envy Zi Kai is a happy person!
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I have an image of "Mr. Feng" in my mind: a person who has no quarrel with the world and loves everything, and a pure and unblemished child's heart.
- Barkin
This book is a collection of Mr. Feng Zikai's reminiscent essays, which recalls his life in various periods of his life such as childhood, adolescence, middle age and old age in a self-narrative nature, and the writing is profound but handsome, witty and witty, and humorous, which is a rare prose masterpiece.
The book also includes a number of cartoons and old photographs of Mr. Feng Zikai, and is accompanied by a chronology of his life, which is worth collecting.
【About the Author】
Feng Zikai (1898-1975) was a modern painter, writer, art and music educator and translator. A native of Tongxiang, Zhejiang. In his early years, he studied painting and music from Li Shutong. He went to Japan in 1921. After returning to China, he successively engaged in music and art teaching in Shanghai, Zhejiang, Chongqing and other places. After the May Fourth Movement, he created cartoons, with simple shapes and simple painting styles. Good at prose and poetry, timeless and loose, not one. He once served as the president of the Shanghai Academy of Chinese Painting and the chairman of the Shanghai Branch of the China Artists Association.
【Introduction】
This book is a collection of Mr. Feng Zikai's reminiscent essays, divided into seven parts, such as Shimenwan memory, Hangzhou study time, study tour to the Orient, rushing during the War of Resistance, living in Hangzhou, Shanghai years, feng Zikai chronology, etc., recalling the bits and pieces of his childhood, adolescence, middle age and old age in a self-described nature. In addition, the book also contains old photos of Feng Zikai and his family and many of Feng Zikai's comic masterpieces, which are rich in pictures and texts.
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