#长文创作激励计划#
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When it comes to Zhang Baochen, few people know her, just because she is from a humble background, has no good looks, and has never gone to school, she is an extremely ordinary woman who is drowned in the sea of red dust.
But if her lover Qigong is mentioned, there will be many people who will say that they know him.
Just because he has a prominent background and outstanding achievements.
He is the ninth grandson of Emperor Yongzheng, a famous calligrapher, painter, educator, classical philologist, connoisseur, red scholar, poet and master of Chinese culture in mainland China.
So, how did such an ordinary Zhang Baochen marry the excellent Qigong, and how did he get his recognition, fall in love with her, and join hands with her for 43 years, never abandoned.
Even in the case of having no children in her life, she is still in love with each other, hand in hand with white heads, and she is willing to be single for her for 30 years after death?
Please open the book with me, find the page where their feelings are written, and taste the touching love story in their ordinary life!
In 1932, when Qi Gong was 20 years old, his mother and aunt arranged a family affair for him. The woman's name is Zhang Baochen, a woman from a humble family, two years older than Qigong.
For this fiancée, Qi Gong initially resisted. It's not because she's bad, but because she hasn't read a book, doesn't have a common language with herself, and has a different family background, Qi Gong feels that this marriage is not what he wants.
At that time, marital autonomy was already the norm in China. Qi Gong is educated, and naturally hopes that his life partner is like-minded and heart-to-heart, rather than arranged by feudal parents.
But Qigong is a filial son, in order not to disobey his mother, Qigong still obeyed his mother's arrangement.
On the day of the ancestor worship, his mother asked Zhang Baochen to come to the house to help. It was raining heavily outside, and his mother asked Qigong to take an umbrella to the entrance of the alley to pick up Baochen.
That was their first meeting. The petite Baochen walked from the alley, gentle and dignified.
Although she looks ordinary and dresses plainly, she gives Qi Gong a sense of affinity and peace of mind. At that moment, Qi Gong's resistance to this marriage disappeared in an instant. A few months later, under the control of their mother, they had a wedding.
After getting married, Zhang Baochen quickly entered the role of his wife, taking care of housework and honoring the elderly.
Because of his poor family since he was a child, Baochen is a good hand at living. She arranged their small home inside and out in an orderly manner, so that Qi Gong would not have a trace of worries.
At that time, Qi Gong, who was in his twenties, was young and vigorous, and when he didn't like practicing calligraphy and painting, he would roll the paper into a ball and throw it away, and often at the end of the day, the paper ball could fill a basket.
Baochen never complained and blamed him, but silently helped him collect the discarded calligraphy and paintings one by one.
Once, Qi Gong's paintings were liked and could be sold for a good price, but people thought his handwriting was not good-looking and didn't let him pay for it.
Qi Gong was so angry that he grabbed the words he had practiced and crumpled them into a ball, and threw them to the ground fiercely.
Bao Chen picked up his handwriting, carefully stretched it out, and then gently encouraged: "Your handwriting has grown a lot compared to before. ”
Qi Gong listened to her words and felt that she didn't understand, so he said disdainfully: "What do you know?" ”
Bao Chen was not annoyed, he took out one of the discarded works of Qi Gong in his collection, compared it with the words he had just thrown away, and said, "You see that you wrote it last month. I think what you wrote is much better than what you wrote last month. I keep all the paintings you wrote, and I can only grow by looking at them. ”
Zhang Baochen's words were like a fresh breeze, which blew away Qigong's inner impatience and restlessness and encouraged his self-confidence.
Many years later, Qi Gong once said: "My wife Baochen is my soul confidant on the road of life growth, and no one knows me and understands me. ”
It can be said that Zhang Baochen, who has no culture, is the most understanding of Qigong's interpretation in his life and career.
In 1937, the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression broke out. Beiping fell, and prices skyrocketed. At this time, Qi Gong lost his job and could only barely make ends meet by teaching some family museums and occasionally selling one or two paintings.
One day, Qi Gong saw his wife mending a sock with a few holes, and he couldn't help but feel sore, so he decided to set up a stall to sell paintings to increase his family's income.
But when he went out, he hesitated again, and he couldn't pull off this face because he loved face.
Zhang Baochen saw her husband's thoughts, so she grabbed him and said, "You just paint at home, and I'll sell them on the street!" Since then, Qi Gong has been painting at home, and Zhang Baochen has gone out to set up a stall every day.
One snowy winter evening, when it was already dark and Bao Chen had not returned, Qi Gong went to pick her up on the street.
Through the snow and mist, he saw his wife huddled in a small ball, sitting on a small pony, peddling to passers-by. He couldn't help but have a sour nose and tears welling up in his eyes.
When Zhang Baochen saw her husband, she immediately shook off the snowflakes on her body, waved her hands happily and said, "Qigong, there are only two paintings left that have not been sold!" ”
Qi Gong said that his wife's smiling face in the snow was deeply engraved in Qi Gong's mind, and he could never forget it.
In September 1938, Chen Yuan, president of Fu Jen University, invited Qi Gong to teach at Fu Jen. Someone chewed his tongue to Zhang Baochen: "Your husband goes to class every day and comes into contact with so many female students, aren't you worried?" ”
Zhang Baochen said: "I failed to give birth to a boy and a half girl for Yuan Bai, I can't stand him." If anyone can give birth to him, I will thank her, and I will definitely treat the child as if it were my own child. ”
After Baochen's kind and tolerant words were heard by Qi Gong, he was very touched.
In order to reassure his wife, Qi Gong lied that it was because of his own body that they did not have children.
Later, Qi Gong recalled: "Bao Chen is so kind that everyone who chews his tongue is moved when he hears it, let alone me, how can I do anything to be sorry for her?" ”
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In 1957, Qigong's mother and aunt became old and fell ill one after another. Zhang Baochen took on the task of taking care of the two elderly people. She worked day and night, taking care of the feces and urine, until she gave the two old people a normal life.
After his mother died and mourned, Qi Gong looked at his emaciated wife and felt that he could not repay him. He invited his wife to sit in a chair, respectfully called her "sister", and kowtowed to her!
In the sixties, a storm swept through academia. Qi Gong, who couldn't withstand the blow, was also in an extreme collapse, and he threatened to burn all his calligraphy and paintings!
Zhang Baochen stopped the rescue of those calligraphy and paintings, and said distressedly: "If you want to burn it, I'll burn it!" You don't care! ”
However, it is these calligraphy and paintings, Zhang Zhang Baochen knew that his time was running out, and he saw the light of day again when he explained the "aftermath" to Qigong. ：
It turned out that Zhang Baochen did not burn those calligraphy and paintings, but dug a hole under the corner of the backyard, buried a jar, wrapped Qigong's precious collection of books, paintings and manuscripts with paper layer after layer and bundled them, put them into a large vat, and preserved them, so that these precious calligraphy and painting works could be preserved.
His wife, Bao Chen, was greatly admired for her bravery and wit.
During the special period, Qi Gong was vulnerable several times and had thoughts of suicide. It was Baochen again, who comforted and encouraged him in time, telling him: "Stay in the green mountains and don't be afraid of no firewood." "Give him the courage to live and focus on his books.
Every time he writes at home, Zhang Baochen sits at the door to help him watch the wind.
In those years, Qi Gong wrote the "Essays on the Sound and Rhythm of Poetry and Literature", as well as hundreds of poems, which were later included in the "Qi Gong Series of Manuscripts and Poems".
It was precisely because of his wife's company and encouragement that Qi Gong was able to survive those difficult years.
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In 1975, Zhang Baochen's health deteriorated and he had to be admitted to the hospital.
Qi Gong hired a nurse during the day, and went straight to his wife's hospital room after work in the evening.
Baochen couldn't bear her husband's hard work, and always urged him to go home: "Toss you and lose weight, see that you are really pitiful, go to your house." I'll be at work tomorrow morning! ”
Qi Gong wanted to spend more time with his beloved wife, and every time he said, "I'm not tired, you can rest well." ”
When Baochen's life was confused, she looked at her husband and said slowly: "Remember, the bet we made?" I want to tell you, I won't play this bet. When I die, you must find another person to take care of you. ”
Qi Gong choked up and shook his head and said, "I can't find a good woman like you anymore, no matter how much I look for it, I can't find it...... I will never marry again! ”
Soon after, Zhang Baochen died suddenly at the age of 65 with reluctance and attachment to Qigong.
When Qi Gong rummaged through Bao Chen's clothes for the burial, he found that Bao Chen did not have a single patched clothes.
Qi Gong suddenly burst into tears. He said: "The old wife had not had a complete coat for many years, and the next year she began to make a coat, and she passed away another year. Only this one fur is a possessed thing, painful! ”
In his grief, Qi Gong closed the door of the ward and recited the "Mantra of Death" for her many times around his wife's body.
In 1977, Beijing Normal University resumed enrollment. Qi Gong returned to teach at Beijing Normal University and was assigned to a dormitory.
He went to his wife's grave for the first time and happily told her that they finally had their own house and home.
Then, in their new home, he fried his wife her favorite dish. When he piled up the dishes in his wife's bowl, he learned that the wife who had worked hard for him all his life would never come back, and he immediately cried.
In 1984, Qi Gong was hired as a doctoral supervisor, and his life situation was getting better and better. But every time he thinks of his wife, his heart is always full of sadness, regretting that his wife died too early, and he only suffers with himself all his life, and does not enjoy a happy old age.
In 1990, Qi Gong donated more than 2 million yuan from calligraphy, painting and manuscript fees to Beijing Normal University to support poor students. And he himself still lives in a simple and cramped dormitory, with coarse tea and light food every day.
He felt that his wife's silent love for him must be repaid with the rest of his life being lonely and empty.
In 2005, Qi Gong passed away at the age of 93.
When he was dying, he said to Baochen's nephew, Zhang Jinghuai: "After I leave, please bury me and Baochen together." We will be husband and wife in the next life. She broke her heart in this life, and I have to take good care of her in the next life......"