It seems that in 1998, on the day of Jia Pingwa's birthday, his friends pooled money to give him a big brush to congratulate him on his 20 years of literary life.

The pen was the size of a mop, and he liked it very much, and it was inserted upside down in a large Han jar in the study, with the pen pointing upward.

Unexpectedly, the day after receiving the pen, the price of his calligraphy Runge increased, and a notice was posted in the study: no matter whether they are close or not, regardless of age or age, they are all equal in front of Runge.

Friends are angry, which means they don't get free treatment anymore. thereupon

"The story of a pen" was quietly spread. Legend has it that on the day of Jia Pingwa's full moon, the family feasted the neighbors, and when the banquet was held, a pen, a plastic pistol, and an official seal cut from wood were prepared

"Catch Zhou", but his little hand grabbed his own cow. The family prevaricated and said, it was also a pen.

Later, someone extended this story to the sexual depictions in his novels, and this spread even further.

Jia Pingwa's other pen is calligraphy and painting, calligraphy is solid and strong, and it is unique. Painting is arbitrary, bypassing rules.

Later, he doubled as a professor at an academy of fine arts, and as a professor, he gave less and received more.

For a time, he indulged in the study of painting. In the middle of the night, he invited some friends to appreciate him

"New", rice paper spread all over the place. A painter complimented him, saying that he had the meaning of academics. He asked me again what I thought, and my words made him a little disappointed.

"I agree with the academic school, but I have to add three words to the end, private. He was happy but also happy, and he was willing to hear the truth.

Jia Pingwa has a rare quality, that is, he can tolerate criticism, and I often think of a question, in his more than 30 years of writing road, if he does not face up to those one after another

"Severe criticism", I am afraid that his literary achievements today will be greatly reduced. At a seminar directed at him, he described himself as a walnut to eat.

Jia Pingwa has held many exhibitions of calligraphy and painting, the most successful of which are two. Once in Shenzhen, once in Chengdu.

The evaluation of Shenzhen people is:

"Breathe the wind on the walls of Xi'an". Chengdu Painting and Calligraphy Exhibition is 2008

During the May Day period, the Wenchuan earthquake occurred on the third day after he returned, and I asked him, "This is a bit too sensational, isn't it?" "In 1998, I was the deputy editor-in-chief of Meiwen, and as the editor-in-chief, he wrote me four words at that time: forget to know and keep the book.

This is actually his attitude towards art. Over the years, he has adhered to this code. There is also a popular notion about how to write, called

"Ten years of sharpening a sword" means that only slow writing can produce high-quality products, and the common examples are Cao Xueqin and "Dream of Red Mansions".

I have a biblical attitude towards this statement, and there is no direct relationship between how fast or slow you write and whether you are good or not.

There is an old-fashioned pistol called

"***", also called

"Iron Rooster", the bullet is one shot at the other. Made in Wuhan

"Hanyang-made" is a five-round device, a barge gun is 20 rounds, and a machine gun is a burst shot, and what gun shoots what bullet, and it is not the sharpshooter who shoots slowly.

Masterpieces are the result of careful consideration, and letting a writer write slowly is tantamount to telling him that he has not yet considered the issue.

Once, at a meeting of the editorial department of "Meiwen", Jia Pingwa said: "Why can't I write slowly." I suggested to him: "Try it with a brush and learn from Cao Xueqin." "When a man asked me what Jia Pingwa was like in my life, I read him a passage from Woolf about Montaigne.

The transcript is as follows: But he is not a straight man. The gentleman's eyelids drooped, his face had a dreamy look of bewilderment, and he was smiling and gloomy at the same time, so elusive that it would be impossible to pull a clear answer out of his mouth.