A case tells me that when someone sees him, you will feel inferior; when someone sees him, you will be proud. Uncle Chen Lemin and his wife, Auntie Zhongyu, often made me feel uneasy and felt my little ignorance.

  Calling their uncles and aunts, I have some high-altitude friends, but they can be very affectionate with their daughter Chen Feng, and they feel that their teacher, Mr., seems to be far away, and they have been climbing for a long time. In the end, I am an author of Chen Feng. She lived in France for 20 years. After she graduated from the doctoral degree, she stayed busy in Paris. One of her jobs was to plan Chinese literature in the publishing house. Because of their mutual literary sympathy, they have finally become friends who can be sincere and candid, and have the opportunity to fill in the guest at her house and see the aunts who have long admired my scholarship.

  Auntie’s knowledge and temperament often have a deterrent effect on me. Every time she gets along with her—even though she always smiles kindly, it makes me feel that in her kindness and smile, she has a sense of righteousness. It has a certain power and conquering feeling than the majesty that is supported by power. For Uncle Chen Lemin, he is not so familiar. He only knows that he was a European expert of the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences. He is very refined in English and French. His work on European politics, diplomacy and culture is fascinating. There are about a dozen volumes. Also, he is sitting in a wheelchair in his narrow living room, with a thin, clean, calm face. It always makes people feel that fate has fixed a man with a clear mind in a cage-like space. Put a player who can run and jump in the world library and saw his legs, so that he can only bleed under a certain bookshelf or pile of books.

  When he first met him, his kidney disease was already quite serious and he had to go back and forth in the hospital twice a week. After ten years, it seems like an optimistic old man, once every three days, go to God to ask for some sly sun and moon, and use the window of the living room and the sunrise and sunset on the balcony to communicate with books and pens. Shi Tiesheng is also such a life–thinking about life and existence in dialysis. Communicating with Shi Tiesheng makes people feel the heavy and nothingness of life. While Chen Shushu seems to think more about life, but the world, after dialysis and dialysis. Shi Tiesheng thinks about the world of life; Chen Shushu thinks about the life of the world. It is light and heavy, and it is much less, as if it is harder than stone and tree, who is better and more useful.

  Once, I accompanied Chen Shushu to the hospital for dialysis, helped him get on the bus and went to the workshop. He looked at the building in Chongwenmen, Beijing. His face was calm and calm, as if looking at the lost world and saying a long and calm words. “Changes are so fast, it’s hard to say good things are bad things.” His tone is gentle, close to himself, but from his statement, people realize his long-term concerns about the world and the world. That is the dialysis, I made an appointment with Auntie, and when everyone is right, go to the Gaobeidian in Tongzhou and buy a desk that he is satisfied with. Because they finally moved home.

  Finally, the two or three houses in her house were converted into a set of houses. The so-called Dashe, just those small sets of concentration, there are four bedrooms, a hall. This is the most hard-core intellectual in China, and finally has a relatively spacious place to live, with their own study.

  The study is like an ordinary scholar, just like a farmer. They have been studying, writing, and translating throughout their lives, but they have never had a spacious and tall bookshelf in their homes; they have been thinking about the world in a lifetime, but they are always in a crowded room. Now, they each have their own study. Especially the living room of about 30 square meters, although placed on the dining table, sofa and a row of bookshelves, did not appear spacious to the north, but in the living room, Chen Shushu, who had difficulty leaving the wheelchair, also had a wheelchair access.

  Everyone is happy with this new home. For the bookshelf, Duobao, and TV cabinets, there is more room for savings and appropriate discussion and discussion. It is a basic wish that can satisfy the life of each other and is not indispensable, but it is always in the heart. Thank you for the world.

  Auntie took her old piano, which was always in the corner, to increase the price and changed her new piano. Uncle Chen hopes to have a spacious desk that will put him in the same precious pen and paper as life. And the requirements for this desk are not the modern style of the boss table, but the desk with the traditional old atmosphere.

  In this way, we will meet the distressed furniture street in Gaobeidian.

  That is the day of October. A family of dilapidated furniture stores seems to have pulled back time back to the Ming and Qing Dynasties. I know that Uncle Chen is a very “Westernized” scholar. The access to European culture is like a person familiar with his fingerprints. But when he walked around the old furniture street in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, his expression was always radiant and light, as if he were a completely healthy old man. We look at the bookshelf, look at the desk, and calculate the size of the new living space and the size of the furniture. There were two or three hours of walking around the street. Although the space in his bedroom was limited and I didn’t buy the right desk, after I compressed the ideal, I saw a few alternatives. And most importantly, not only the table, but also Auntie looked at the light footsteps that Chen Shushu did not often have. He said with excitement: “He has not been so excited for many years, and he has not gone outside for many years. So many roads.”

Chen Lemin and Zizhongyu in 1958

  On that day, I was behind Chen Shushu, like a child who couldn’t write homework, behind a college student who didn’t teach elementary school. Although he didn’t dare to ask a question about learning, he realized a Western learning. Very good old people, why are they so passionate about tradition and have access to Chinese studies? Why do you love coffee and love calligraphy and painting? You can spend the rest of your life on Chinese studies and calligraphy and Chinese painting.

  ”The Western scholars do not blame the Chinese studies, but they have no roots; if they do not understand Western studies, they will not open their eyes.” This kind of understanding of Eastern and Western cultures is afraid that only people with such things can reach and understand. In order to write “Wen Xin Wen Shi”, “Study on the Coast”, “Scattered in the Window”, “Spring Mud Collection”, “Chen Lemin Collection” (three volumes), etc., those who see China in the West, and the world through Chinese studies Real culture, heavy books. And as I am called a writer, there are a lot of people with stories and words. In his face and his knowledge and insights into China and the world, there is only shame and silence.

  Just after he went to the old street of Gaobeidian, he returned home and Chen Shushu fell ill again. In order to let him out of the hospital, see the new home, new home in the new home, and see his favorite case, Auntie from the space between home and hospital, the old bookshelf, dining table and other furniture, They are shipped back as soon as possible. Naturally, in order to welcome the joy of his discharge, we deliberately went to the old street of Gaobeidian again, and the brown chestnut case that I have seen repeatedly, will not be bought by the nobles, and will be returned to Chen Shushu. On the side of the bedroom, he stood quietly waiting for the person who needed it the most. After he recovered, he wrote and painted on its smooth and dark case, and recorded his comparison and thinking about China and the world.

  The case was placed there as scheduled, and its owner, the scholar who needed it the most, never came out of the hospital. He did not put down the downfall in that case, held a brush, wrote a calligraphy Chinese character, and did not spread the rice paper on the case, creating a grass and a half bird, a poetry world, not even writing there. A thought article about his Chinese and Western economy. He even said that he quickly entered the intensive care unit, that is, his loved ones could not touch the words. As a result, he did not even know that he had a look forward to his life.

  On December 27, 2008, Uncle Chen went silently.

  Now, in the case of the writing and painting that he finally had at the end of his life, his portrait, ashes and ink were placed. A rare Western scholar has always been in harmony with traditional Chinese regulations. Every day, they are communicating with their silence, talking about their respective destinies, understanding and understanding of the West and the East, thinking about the expansion and distortion of a nation in the world, stretching and the future. The pain that remains in the case and around the blank, quiet, every day, every day, is to talk about and record the desire and helplessness of a generation of intellectuals to understand and express the world.