Xiao Hong recalls Mr. Lu Xun’s good words

Mr. Lu Xun’s laughter is clear and joyful from the heart. If someone said something ridiculous, Mr. Lu Xun would laugh so hard that he couldn't even hold his cigarette, and he would often laugh until he coughed.

Mr. Lu Xun walked very briskly. What is particularly memorable is that he just grabbed his hat and buckled it on his head, and at the same time stretched out his left leg, as if he was walking desperately.

Mr. Lu Xun didn't pay much attention to people's clothes. He said: "I can't see what clothes anyone is wearing..."

Mr. Lu Xun's illness was just a little better, so he sat down I was sitting on the recliner, smoking a cigarette. That day I was wearing a novel red top with very wide sleeves.

Mr. Lu Xun said: "The weather is getting sultry and it's a rainy day." He put the cigarette in the ivory holder, tightened it with his hand, and said something else.

Mr. Xu was busy with housework and running around, but he didn’t appreciate my clothes.

So I said: "Mr. Zhou, are my clothes pretty?"

Mr. Lu Xun glanced down from top to bottom: "Not very pretty."

After a while, he continued: "The color of your skirt is wrong. It's not that the red top doesn't look good, all colors are good-looking. A red top must match a red skirt, otherwise it will be a black skirt, or brown." No, these two colors look muddy together...haven't you seen foreigners walking on the street wearing a green skirt, a purple top, or a red skirt? Then she wore a white top..."

Mr. Lu Xun looked at me on the recliner: "Your skirt is brown and has plaid. The color is very muddy, so you also made it red. Aren’t you beautiful?”

“...Those who are thin should not wear black clothes, and those who are fat should not wear white clothes; women with long feet must wear black shoes, and women with short feet must wear white shoes; square people must wear white shoes. Plaid clothes cannot be worn by fat people, but they are better than those with horizontal plaid. If a fat person wears them with horizontal plaid, the clothes will be more split on both sides and wider. Fat people have to wear vertical stripes, which will make people feel uncomfortable. It looks long, and the horizontal one makes a person look wider..."

Mr. Lu Xun was very interested that day, and he slightly criticized my pair of short boots, saying that my short boots were worn by soldiers, because the boots were There is a thread-woven handle on the front and back. According to Mr. Lu Xun, this handle is placed under the pants...

I said: "Mr. Zhou, why didn't you tell me how long I had worn those boots? Why are you remembering it now? Didn’t I wear it now? Aren’t these the shoes I wore?

“I said it when you didn’t wear it. Time to stop wearing it. ”

I was going to a banquet that afternoon, and I asked Mr. Xu to find some strips of cloth or silk to tie my hair. Mr. Xu brought beige, green and pink ones. Mr. Xu and I jointly selected the beige one. For the sake of beauty, Mr. Xu lifted the pink one and put it on my hair, and Mr. Xu said happily: "It looks good." ! How beautiful! ”

I was also very proud, waiting politely and naughtily for Mr. Lu Xun to look at us.

When Mr. Lu Xun looked at us, his face was serious, and his eyelids He put it down and looked at us: "Don't decorate her like that..."

Mr. Xu was a little embarrassed

I also calmed down. >When Mr. Lu Xun was teaching in Peking, he never lost his temper, but he often looked at people in this way. Mr. Xu often told me that when she was studying at the Women's Normal University, Mr. Zhou would look at people with his eyes when he was angry. Looking at them, Mr. Lu Xun once described this in his writings about Mr. Fan Ainong, and anyone who has been exposed to this kind of vision will feel the urge of the wise man of the era.

I started to ask: "How does Mr. Zhou know these things about women's clothes? ”

“Those who have read the book are about aesthetics. "

"When did you read it..."

"Probably when I was studying in Japan..."

"Did you buy the book? ”

“I didn’t necessarily buy it, maybe I caught it from somewhere and watched it...”

“Is it interesting to watch it? "

"Just take a look..."

"Why is Mr. Zhou reading this book? "

"..." There was no answer, as if it was difficult to answer.

Mr. Xu said from the side: "Mr. Zhou has read all kinds of books. ”

When I was a guest at Mr. Lu Xun’s house, I first came to Hongkou from the French Concession. It took almost an hour by tram, so I came less often at that time. I remember once talking about it in the middle of the night. Yes, there are no trams after twelve o'clock, but I don't know what I talked about that day. When I got to a passage, I looked at the round clock on the small long table next to me. It was half past eleven, and it was already eleven forty-five. , the tram is gone.

"It's already twelve o'clock, and there's no tram, so why don't you wait for a while?" Mr. Xu advised.

Mr. Lu Xun seemed to have listened. Something aroused my imagination, and I held my ivory cigarette holder in deep thought.

After one o'clock, it was Mr. Xu who sent me (and other friends) out. It was raining lightly outside, and the alley was dark. All the lights inside were turned off, and Mr. Lu Xun told Mr. Xu to let him go back in a car, and also asked Mr. Xu to pay.

From now on, when I lived on North Sichuan Road, I would go to Dalu Xincun every night after dinner, almost non-stop on windy days and rainy days.

Mr. Lu Xun likes northern rice very much, and he also likes fried things and hard things. Even when he got sick later, he didn't eat much milk. Bring the chicken soup to the side and scoop it out with a spoon once or twice.

One day they made an appointment with me to make dumplings for dinner. I was still living in the French Concession, so I brought foreign sauerkraut and beef ground with a meat grinder, and I stood at the square table at the back of the living room with Mr. Xu. wrap up. Mr. Haiying was making a fuss around him, and after a while he shaped the dough into a round cake and took it away. He said he had made a boat and brought it to us. We didn't look at him, but turned around and he made another chicken. . Mr. Xu and I neither looked at him, and tried our best to avoid praising him. If we did, we were afraid that he would work harder.

It was getting dark before dusk in the back of the living room, and I felt a slight chill on my back. I knew I didn’t have enough clothes, but I was busy so I didn’t put on more clothes. After I finished making the dumplings and saw that there were not many, I realized that Mr. Xu and I had been talking too much and had missed work. How did Mr. Xu leave home, how did he go to Tianjin to study, and how did he become a tutor while studying at the Women's Normal University. The description of how she went to take the exam to be a tutor is very interesting. She only got one, but after dozens of people took the exam, it was difficult for her to get elected. I hope to get some subsidies for tuition. Winter is here, it’s cold in Peiping, and my home is far away from the school. In addition to the car payment every month, I have to spend money to buy aspirin if I catch a cold. My monthly salary of ten yuan is from West City ran to East City...

After the dumplings were cooked, as soon as I went up the stairs, I heard the bright laughter of Mr. Lu Xun upstairs and rushed down the stairs. It turned out that several friends were also talking upstairs. lively. I ate very well that day.

After that, we made leek zygotes and lotus leaf cakes. When I suggested it, Mr. Lu Xun would definitely agree, and I didn’t do it well, but Lu Xun still raised his chopsticks at the table and asked Mr. Xu : "Should I take a few more?"

Because Mr. Lu Xun had a bad stomach, he would take one or two "Spleen from Beauty" pills after every meal.

Mr. Lu Xun does not visit parks. He has lived in Shanghai for ten years and has never entered Mega Park. I have never been to Hongkou Park so close. When spring arrives, I often tell Mr. Zhou that the soil in the park is soft and the wind in the park is so gentle. Mr. Zhou promised to choose a sunny day and choose a Sunday, Haiying's holiday, so that we could go together. We could take a car and drive to Zhaofeng Park, which could be regarded as a short trip. But this was just thought but not done, and it defined the park. Mr. Lu Xun said: "I know what the park looks like... As soon as you enter the door, there are two roads, one leading to the left and one leading to the right. There are some willows and other trees planted along the road, and there are a few benches under the trees. There is a pool at the end.”

I have been to Zhaofeng Park, Hongkou Park or French Park. It seems that this definition applies to park designers in any country.

Mr. Lu Xun did not wear gloves or scarves. In winter, he wore a black earth-blue cotton robe, a gray felt hat on his head, and black canvas and rubber-soled shoes.

Rubber-soled shoes are extremely hot in summer and cold and wet in winter. Mr. Lu Xun's health is not very good, so everyone suggested that he replace these shoes. Mr. Lu Xun refused. He said that rubber-soled shoes were easier to walk on.

"How much does Mr. Zhou walk in a day? Why don't you just turn the corner and go to the ××× bookstore?"

Mr. Lu Xun smiled but did not answer.

"Isn't it easy for Mr. Zhou to catch a cold? If he doesn't wear a scarf, wouldn't he catch a cold when the wind blows?"

Mr. Lu Xun is not used to these things. He said: "Since childhood, I’ve never worn gloves or scarves before, and I’m not used to them.”

As soon as Mr. Lu Xun opened the door and came out of the house, his hands were exposed, and his wide cuffs faced the wind and he walked forward. There was a black silk printed baggage tucked underneath, containing a book or a letter, and he went to the Old Target Road Bookstore.

Mr. Lu Xun's memory is very strong, and his things are never scattered anywhere casually. Mr. Lu Xun liked northern taste very much. Mr. Xu wanted to hire a northern cook, but Mr. Lu Xun thought it would be too expensive to hire. A male servant would have to pay at least fifteen yuan.