"Remembering Liang Zuo" Wang Shuo

A person is gone, saying anything is superfluous, remembering it or forgetting it, it is all valued by the living, the deceased has gone away, and when they meet again, they probably have forgotten about this life.

In this life, Liang Zuo was a writer, writing a lot of words, most of which were pleasing to people, and also left some views on people and things, these words are generous, and his personality flashes in them. It is best for the reader to taste his work, which he wrote for them anyway. Here, I would like to talk more about him as a person, we have a lot of contact in daily life, and now when I think about him, I can still see the appearance of him before he was born, and I look down anxiously and hurriedly, and when I look up, my glasses cover half of my face, and I am very tired, and I want to stop talking.

Liang Zuo and I met in 1992, through Liang Tian. Song Dandan wanted to make a comedy movie and asked me to write a script, and I had no bottom in my heart and wanted to pull a cushion back. Before this, I heard Liang Zuo's cross-talk written, and I felt good, I couldn't reach it, so I asked Liang Tian for his brother's phone and called to invite him.

Listening to this man's name, I thought it must be a thin man who was outgoing, Left. Met to find that it is a fat good gentleman, and Liang Tian's same small eyes, hidden behind the glasses with a very deep amplification effect, see people with three points of laughter, talk about words carefully, very concerned about the reaction of the object, a little big tongue on the individual bite word. Quiet when there is no word, eyes looking at the ground, seems to be afraid of people's attention, some of them are satisfied. Later, I looked through his previous photos and saw that this expression was very small and hung on his face, and almost every photo as long as he was smiling, his eyes were down, very embarrassed. From this expression alone, this man seems to be very shy, very cautious, full of tension about the world, and an autistic person.

Later, I became friends, had more contact, didn't pay much attention to his expression, and I saw him talking and eating and drinking, and I still felt that he was the feeling of giving people in the first impression. He loves to be lively, see people and be rigid, call him out to eat, he always wants to ask who is there, I heard that people I don't know please, there are people here who don't know, he hesitates, hesitates and says again, I won't go. In this hesitation, some others are not willing to spend their days drinking at home, and there are also cautions when rejecting others.

When I heard that they were all friends, I happily agreed, but I had to put up a shelf back and forth repeatedly: You all want me, be good, then I will be tired and go. When you get to the place, you pick a seat and pick a dish, and sometimes you pick the waiter's gift, such as the lady who comes up with a hoof and says, "Your meat is coming", he will say how to talk, what is "my meat", it should be said "the meat you want is coming". Later, everyone became a habit, invited him to dinner and said this first: everyone thinks of you, and if you are not lively, you will be tired and run. People who meet for the first time will think that this person, our group of people who are with him, are empty-headed, more times, know that it is a fun, and follow along.

Liang Zuo is delicious, chicken soup wings, sand pot fish head, stewed old hen is his favorite. No one asked to pay for it themselves to "make a little east". When he encounters these things, he has to eat two rounds, first eat with everyone, when everyone puts down the chopsticks, he will call a towel, take off his glasses to wipe the sweat, let the waiter add soup, bring it to him, carefully pick it, do not pull a bone in his mouth, and then pour soup. He has been in line in Pinggu, often describing what is vegetarian, widowed, full stomach and mouth not full. Pinggu is the birthplace of "Jingdong Meatloaf", which is also a delicacy that he will salivate at the first time he says it. Later, Yingda said that it seems that Liang Zuo is right, and he should order double portions of anything he eats.

Liang Zuo is a comedy writer, the taste of reading is biased towards history, I often exchange books with him, and most of the people he recommends to me are in this category. I have a set of "Literature and History Materials", he has always wanted to take it for himself, I did not agree, he 5 books and 5 books to read, until his death there are still a few on his bookshelf. Reading these books made his conversation and dress a little old-fashioned, once he got erysipelas on his feet, wore a cheap coat, and came out to eat on crutches, I said that he is really like the deputy editor-in-chief of the People's Daily. I was willing to go out with him, and when the girl saw him, she said, you are like two generations. One of the themes that Liang Zuo ridiculed me was that I thought I was still young, and he said that the characteristics of people who are old are not conservative but renovated. He also likes to say that I have never looked good, Teacher Wang looked good when he was young, and now he can't forget it, and he thinks he looks good. After saying the wild laugh, then abruptly stopped, looked up at the sky, stunned there, and then looked at the person's serious face. This was how he laughed, as if he had been timid first, and seemed to be drunk by a voice in the darkness.

Liang Zuo was very envious of my sleep, his sleep is exercise, pushing back two hours a day, from night to day, and then step by step back. The most screwed time is when dinner, struggling to eat a few bites to go home and squint, waking up is always late at night, and the crowd reflects that he often goes to various bars alone in the middle of the night. In order to screw back, he has been taking sleeping pills, which sometimes work and sometimes have a counterproductive effect. For a while he adjusted his sleep to eleven or two o'clock at night, and he could sleep for five or six hours in a row, and he was very relieved, and he sighed to me more happily than anything, or during the day, the streets were full of people, the shops were open, and he could go anywhere he wanted. In those days, he was more nervous than ever, preparing for bed as soon as it got dark, playing cards and not talking much, and the disco bar door did not dare to look, for fear of excitement. After a few days, I saw that he could sit still again, and he played cards all night, and asked him, and he said that he had gone to bed in the morning again. Later, when his house was renovated, he added another problem, sleeping with the TV or tape recorder on.

I usually only call him at dinner, no one answers the bell and goes to sleep, picks him up and says he is catching up on the script, and he is mostly at home alone all year round. Before the street in front of the People's Daily was demolished, he saw him alone to buy something and go home to eat. I told him that the script could not be written, and the money could not be earned. He said yes yes, I was going to write a novel sooner or later. He bought a diary of a small intellectual in the early days of liberation at the Panjiayuan Market, and he was ready to write a long story based on this diary, which contained many heartfelt words, which could be mastered properly and could change the understanding of a generation. He also has a novel idea, related to "Dream of the Red Chamber" and the Red Scholar, listening to him is already very absurd, writing out must be super ironic. These two novels are both right when they hear the idea, and they are also suitable for him to play, and they have a place when they are written. I advise him, write it, crosstalk you are also a scourge, sitcom you are also the number one, it is time to mix and mix in our novel. He said beautifully, really, look at me? He has a childlike love for vanity, and the investors who made "Temporary Family" wanted him to be the director and persuaded him to go. I asked him if you directed, and he said I would tell them a play, not to say anything about it. Cai Ming said that he liked to hear people call him "director" at the scene, and when he heard it, he couldn't hold back, closed his mouth and opened his nostrils to steal music.

Probably after directing "Temporary Family", he said that he was going to write a novel, idle for half a year, every day with a sad face, yesterday ten thousand words, today there are only three hundred left. I said you use Liu Zhenyun's method, first go down, the last piece of change, so that a natural section can be changed for a year. He said I understand the reasoning, but I can't do it. He is not writing novels, it is a change of writing, from the TV series down there is such a distressing process, in my view that even change the lifestyle and attitude of life, writing scripts and writing novels are two ways of life, one straight to the scene and one self-cutting dust. He persisted for a long time and took over the drama again. One day said, no way, I have to live, anyway, these two novels are in my head, I can't lose them.

He said he had depression and looked up books to eat "Prozac" himself.

He said that I am still different from you, and there are some things that you have already seen, and it is a big rebellion in my place.

He said do you believe there is heaven, god? He said I figured it out too, and I'll live a good life in the future. He said that someone would tell him his fortune, as long as he lived past 43 years, there was still 43 years of life, and after 43 years, he didn't have much to say, and he wanted anything. He said it was too good, it was never so good, and he wouldn't play it anymore.

Now I know that he spent two hours on his last night in Sanlitun Bar Street; Around 10 o'clock I called a friend in Yunnan about his father's funeral; After that, I went to a friend's bar and wanted to talk to someone, but everyone was talking, and he couldn't participate; At 4:00 a.m., I went to the "Bai Jinhan" sauna, and a friend saw him sleeping in the sauna room with a small towel on his face, so he woke him up; At 10 a.m., the neighbor saw him carrying home the cooked food he bought; No one saw him again after that. His phone was recorded at 6 p.m. when there were calls out, and a dramatist who had taken care of him called him at the same time and asked him what he was doing, and he said to prepare hot things to eat.

The forensic doctor determined that he died between 10 p.m. and 2 a.m. that day. There is no food in the stomach. Those who saw him said he was serene and smiling. The tape recorder on the table is playing the folk music adaptation of "Liang Zhu" on a loop.