Published by Shanghai Culture Publishing House in December 2021
Dream dissolved window ledge
Author | Ding Xuguang
Twenty-nine, the book market on the old street
Almost every Sunday, Ding Weizhong has to go to the Old Street Book Market to consume several hours. Therefore, in Ding Weizhong's eyes, a role like Yang Jianrong's is dismissive because he sees too much. Yang Jianrong's appreciation in Ding Weizhong's eyes began with a collection of essays called "Sighs in the Sun". That book wasn't new, it was an old book. At that time, Ding Weizhong's eyes were sliding on the old books one after another. Yang Jianrong's eyes slid around Ding's eyes and hands. Ding Weizhong's eyes only made a short trip to that book. At this time, Yang Jianrong's advertising slogan surged forward: "The philosopher's prose collection not only has the speculative color of Einstein's cosmology, but also the catharsis of the seven passions and six desires of all sentient beings, showing the literary talent of a writer." Hearing Yang Jianrong's suppressed yang and frustrated, Ding Weizhong's heart monologue: "This is a down-and-out literati!" In fact, Ding Weizhong was not interested in the book, but in the book as a ticket for a personal exhibition of a painter who was used as a bookmark. Ding Weizhong liked to collect tickets for artists' exhibitions, and Ding Weizhong did not expect that a few years of random collection had become an important reference material for him to write a column for calligraphers and painters in a newspaper. That year, Ding Weizhong was in an antique shop and saw several solo exhibition tickets for painters such as Ying Yeping and Xie Zhiliu on the glass counter. The thin tickets are of the same size and beautifully framed, and they are all representative works of the artist. What is even more wonderful is the text description, a few three hundred words, almost summarizing all the calligraphy and painting seal engravers. Later, when Ding Weizhong wrote interviews with calligraphers and painters, each one was only twice as many as these three hundred words, and was praised by readers as "Ding Six Hundred".
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Yang Jianrong saw Ding Weizhong's good feelings for him, and wasted no time in taking advantage of the void: "This book, ordinary people can't understand, it is people like you who read it." ”
Ding Weizhong was a bit of a dilemma, he didn't want to buy books at all. There are so many books in the house that it is impossible to store them properly, and they can only be wronged in the cardboard box like people in front of and behind the bed. He goes to the Old Street Book Market every Sunday, just to feel the smell of old books that are difficult to feel nowadays. Ding Weizhong casually picked up the prose collection and flipped it over a few times, found that the breath emitted between the lines was very different from the ordinary literati prose, and asked a price: "How much is it?" The other person said, "Five dollars." Yang Jianrong picked up the book and drew the ticket from it. When Ding Weizhong saw it, he roared and said, "I want this bookmark." Ding Weizhong deliberately said that the ticket was a bookmark.
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Yang Jianrong said that this is not a bookmark, this is a ticket to the painters' exhibition.
Ding Weizhong said that what I wanted was a ticket. Yang Jianrong said that this voucher is not worth much, and there is a foreign book seller at the end of the book market, and there are many such things in his hands. However, he is now going back to the countryside to engage in books.
After a while, Yang stressed a sentence without end: "Only one yuan a piece." ”
With a disdainful look, Ding Weizhong felt out a sheet of five yuan and a piece of one yuan for a total of six yuan, and said: "Take it!" ”
Yang Jianrong took the money and returned one yuan to Ding Weizhong. Ding Weizhong said not to give. Yang Jianrong said why not give? Ding Weizhong said didn't you just say that the door ticket was one yuan a piece? What did Yang Jianrong say! He returned the dollar to Ding Weizhong.