In the beginning, Jia Pingwa was a collection, not a collection. He doesn't make a choice, and carries everything he sees home. There are more than 2,000 old stone lions in Han pots, tiles, portrait bricks, and fist-sized lions. He wrote a short article called "The Lion Army". He also received an old chair, he said it was from the Yuan Dynasty, I looked more like the pre-Qin one, the workmanship was very thick, and there was a leg missing, and he supported it with a stack of old books. There was a stupid teapot from the Republic of China period on it, and when a friend came, he used that teapot to make tea, and a pot of water was enough to drink for a day. One day, there were many people at home, so he went to the neighbor's house to borrow two chairs, and when he returned the chairs, the neighbor's sister-in-law looked at his disabled chair and said, "Teacher Jia, you don't need to return it, you can keep it." My sister-in-law was a warm-hearted person, and once I bumped into him on the stairs and asked him, "Is there anything to throw away at home?" Jia Pingwa even said no, no. There is another detail, one Sunday morning, the sister-in-law knocked on the door, led her son, who was less than ten years old, and spoke angrily, not to him, but to the timid child: "You ask Uncle Jia, how did Uncle Jia become a great calligrapher, that is, dare to write." In the past, I also wrote an ink bump, rubbed it and then wrote, and wrote it every day. "It turned out that the sister-in-law was educating the child, and the child signed up for a calligraphy class, but she was not interested.

Practice makes true knowledge, and this saying is true. Now Jia Pingwa is a connoisseur of Qin and Han cultural relics, and the old goods of that period, at a glance, or smelling the smell, you can distinguish the authenticity. His collection has also been upgraded from a grocery store to a large-scale museum.

Jia Pingwa's heart is generous, and he is afraid of hurting ants when he walks, but when he collects things, he starts with heavy hands.

I am in pain of losing the Three Jewels. One pain is a cup, one pain is the painting of the old man Wang Zengqi, and the other pain is the filing cabinet used by the military commander's spies.

The cup is a porcelain artist who gave me an autocracy, the whole body of porcelain color, dark lines undulating, simple and generous. The rare thing is that there is only one of them, and it is an only child. I was reluctant to let it catch water, so I sat on my desk and watched it every day. Jia Pingwa's office was next door to me, and he walked into my house that day and said, "I'll take some medicine and pour me some water." "I asked him what about the cup? He pointed to the table and used this. I said this is not for drinking water. He said he was taking medicine and not drinking water. I washed it first, poured a little water and sent it to him. After a while, he went home with the cup, and the "medicine" was still on his desk, a fruity VC.

To say that Wang Zengqi's painting has to say Sun Li's words first. I have a picture of the old man Sun Li: "Perseverance, excellence". This calligraphy was written to a friend of mine, Brother Daxing, who was a seal carver. I liked it, so I borrowed it. At the beginning of 1993, when I came to Xi'an from Hebei to work, I put this matter behind me. Brother Daxing has a wide heart, and he has never urged him to return it, and the words have been "borrowed" and "seen" by me for so many years.

In addition to the calligraphic meaning, I also like this calligraphy for another reason, which is one of the things I feel guilty about in my experience as an editor. When I was in the "Great Wall" magazine, I compiled and distributed a group of letters from the old man Sun Li, and I remember that it was more than 40 letters. At that time, I was young, I didn't pay attention to things, and there was a typo after the magazine was printed (the manuscript was not very clear, if you were more careful, or ask the old editor again, it would be easy to solve). The old man brought a message from Tianjin to express his opinion, but also gave understanding and comfort. Mr. Sun Li is the most cherished language among contemporary writers, and it is his noble demeanor to be able to give understanding. I've been blaming myself for this, and I borrowed this picture to mean that it should be a motto. There is also a coincidence that the word was written in September 1992, and the magazine "Meiwen" was also launched in that month.

The writer I worship is also the old man Wang Zengqi. Zeng Qi and I had three days of "friendship", when he and his wife Shi Songqing stayed in Shijiazhuang for three days, I followed the class to take care of daily life, but also accompanied him to drink, one night the old man was happy, to me and write and paint. The word is "the sound of the midnight waves", which encourages me to dare to speak. The painting shows a bird standing on a dead branch, the bird is very vivid, and the dead branch also brings spirit. When I came to work in Xi'an, I hung the painting on the wall of my office, and on the other side of the wall was the editor-in-chief's office, and things took a twist. Jia Pingwa said that the painting was hung on his wall, and said that things should not be biased, and that they should be balanced, and that they should hang on the other side of the wall for a few days. When I saw that he had a predatory heart, I made an appointment to hang the law for seven days, and after seven days I finished my work early in the morning. But he has a good memory, and a year later, he helped me solve a problem in my life, and I asked him how he was grateful, and he smiled and said Wang Zengqi's paintings. My vivid bird flew away. But he was also generous and drew me a tiger up the mountain, which is still in my office.

Sun Li's handwriting was published on the back cover of the seventh issue of Meiwen in 2008, which commemorated the old man's death for six years. After the magazine was printed, Jia Pingwa said that Mr. Sun Li's handwriting was really good, and he had to see the original. I knew that he was greedy for ink again, so I made five copies and gave them to him, with a note: Please read it again and again, and read it enough at a time.

The filing cabinet of the military command is box-type, as high as a bedside table, and the top cover is engraved with the Kuomintang party emblem. The interior of the cabinet is decorated with the Yan family motto, and the overall workmanship is extremely exquisite. After Jia Pingwa heard the news, he made three phone calls back and forth. The first one said that the relationship between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party has eased now, but it is still necessary to be vigilant, and you are a young party member. I said I was at home and criticized it. The second one says that the cabinet can hold manuscripts, that you are an editor, and that you have little writing. I said I'd write more in the future. The third call was forced, "I haven't asked you for anything in all these years, this time I want it, you can come to my house and take a random thing, let's change it." "I said you didn't ask for it, but you robbed it. But after all, after work, I hugged the cabinet and sent it to his house. He was so happy, admiring it up and down, left and right. He also said, "Everything in the world has a fixed number, and whoever it should belong must be." Suddenly, the topic changed, "I just wrote an essay for you to read, you are the editor, you will appreciate it." "The prose is "The Story of the Mountains Behind Qingcheng", less than 1,000 words, it is really well written, but the voice of the reader does not dare to compliment. I put the article in my pocket and said, "This issue of our "American Article" has a headline article. "I was going to pick one thing when I was leaving, and when I looked around, he said, "You've already taken it, the headline article, you said it." I was depressed for a long time and said, "Then you write me a picture." "I'm the editor-in-chief, you're the deputy editor-in-chief, and we have to be honest with our words. It's okay to write, and you can find another reason. I turned around and opened a bottle of Wuliangye he had stored, and poured half a teacup, "When I get to your house, I won't be entertained." He smiled and said, "Drink more and pour out your sorrows." ”