fingers of musicians

After He Shenping joined the porcelain factory, he practiced clay.Every day he went to the mining area to carry porcelain stones. The two hundred catties of porcelain stones were on his shoulders. From the mining area to the porcelain factory, his spine was deformed.

During the day, I would carry stones, and when I came back, I would crush them with a hammer, crush them into powder, and then use water and mud. Soak my hands playing the piano in the muddy water, squeeze the mud balls repeatedly, and remove the impurities inside; sleep with other workers on the bunk at night. , Sometimes I take a flashlight to read a book or write a letter to my family.

"Hey, old He." He Shenping was writing about the process of practicing clay when the young worker next to him elbowed him and handed him a cigarette, "Smoking."

These workers didn't know who He Shenping was, they only knew that he came down to work. The factory leader called him Lao He, and the others followed suit.

He Shenping said: "No, I don't smoke."

"Smoking one, smoking one." The worker put a cigarette on He Shenping's pillow while stretching his neck to look at He Shenping's letter paper, "Old He, what are you writing?"

"Write a letter to my family. No need, I really don't smoke." He Shenping returned the cigarette and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Hey...you are a cultural person after all." The worker himself was reluctant to smoke the cigarette, put it between his ears, and licked his lips again, as if he didn't know how to say, "Old He, I have a letter here, Can you read for me?"

He Shenping said, "Okay, bring it here."

As a result, the worker brought a rusty tin box from the cabinet.As soon as he lifted the lid, layers of letter paper poured out, almost filling the box.He held the letter down carefully, hugging the box like a cat trying to stick its head out.

"Which one are you reading?" He Shenping asked, "Or are you reading them all?"

"All, read all, read all." The worker scratched his head and said embarrassedly, "Trouble..." He changed his words without knowing it, and said repeatedly, "Please Mr. He, please Mr. He."

"Brother Wang Bin..." He Shenping glanced at the signature, "It's a letter from your sister Wang Zhen."

"I know it, I still know the name, it's all her letter." Wang Bin said shyly, "It's not that I don't know a word, it's just that... there are a lot of words I don't know..."

He Shenping nodded, and began to read, Wang Zhen had passed the college entrance examination, the mung bean popsicles outside the school were twice as expensive as the salt water popsicles, there were not many beans, and they were quite sweet, and the hot water in the school’s boiler room was more convenient for bathing than at home. Cold, talking about many things, from the first summer to the second winter.

Wang Bin was delighted to hear that, and there was a little bit of envy in the corners of his eyes and brows: "Hey, I'm not a student. She is very good, very good, and worth it. When she graduates and is assigned a job, if she introduces me to a job, she will be more comfortable than being here." The tone was proud.

After reading the last letter, Wang Zhen said that the Chinese New Year was coming, and asked Wang Bin if he would go back.

Wang Bin hesitated for a long time, and said that he would not go back. The bus fare money was saved for her tuition. The schoolwork was hard, and it would be good to eat two more mung bean popsicles in summer.

He Shenping collected the letter, put it in a box, and asked, "Want to reply?"

Wang Bin carefully stuffed the iron box into the cabinet and locked it with a key: "Yes yes yes... I'm really sorry."

He Shenping replied to the letter for Wang Bin, Wang Bin spoke, he wrote without interrupting, let Wang Bin speak, the pen was densely filled with small letters, and finally wrote a full thirty pages, both front and back.

After Wang Bin finished speaking, he was dumbfounded: "This, so many?"

He Shenping put the paper to dry: "Not much."

Wang Bin stretched out his hand to count: "One, twenty... thirty sheets of paper, isn't that much?"

He Shenping: "Thirty pages of five years' worth of words, where are the many?"

When the ink was dry, He Shenping used a paper cutter to cut off the excess part of the paper: "Although it's not pretty, it may save some postage."

Wang Bin thanked him several times in a row, and when he came back from the mine the next day, he rushed to carry [-] catties of porcelain stones for He Shenping. saved up.

One day after work, He Shenping went to eat, and he was surrounded after just a few mouthfuls, and he was blocked on the stool by workers, most of whom were young and strong.

He Shenping put down his chopsticks and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Hey, hey, I told you to back off a bit and squeeze in here. How can Mr. He eat? Can't we wait for Mr. He to finish his meal?" Wang Bin squeezed in from outside the crowd, "These grandsons... Hey, Mr. He..." Wang Bin rubbed his hands embarrassingly, "They also want to ask you to help write a letter, do you see?"

He Shenping said, "Okay, come one by one."

Wang Bin said: "Yes, eat first, eat first, and wait in line after eating."

After eating, someone snatched He Shenping's lunch box to clean it, and ran away without letting anyone see his face. After a while, he came back and graciously raised the dripping lunch box.It's a pity that at this time, the group of people had already taken the stools, squatted on the ground, and surrounded He Shenping tightly. The lunch box was handed to He Shenping after three different hands. Strong lad who has no idea who washed it.

"I, I!" A dry hand shook in the air.

Wang Bin scolded: "What are you arguing about, what are you arguing about?"

The owner of that hand said: "I just brushed the lunch box, can Mr. He write the next letter for me?"

Everyone scolded, the two monkeys took advantage of the cheap, but just cleaned up the dishes and cut into the queue.

"You guys are just jealous of me." The second monkey didn't care, smiled and squeezed to He Shenping's left hand position and said that the letter was to be written to his old lady, so that the second elder could tell him about his relatives.

Someone laughed and said: "You are illiterate, and your mother is even less illiterate. Who can understand after writing a letter?"

"Let my old lady take the letter and ask Mr. to read it?" The two monkeys waved their hands and began to talk about the letter.

"...And our family loses money. Get married quickly. How can I marry a wife if I eat and drink at home all day? How do you hold grandchildren?" The two monkeys said happily to themselves. After talking for a long time, they picked up The cup gurgled and took a few sips of tea, and when he put down the cup, he had time to glance at the paper in front of He Shenping, "Mr. He, I've been talking for so long, why did you write so little?"

After He Shenping finished writing "Although the family is poor, you should find a lover for your sister", he put down the pen and said unhurriedly: "Oh, the written language is always more concise. There are other people's letters to write, so let's write first." Come here."

After writing a few letters, the canteen master came to chase them away, and a group of people hugged He Shenping back to the house to continue writing. The doors and windows were tightly closed, and a charcoal basin was lit to burn.The charcoal in the basin burned from pitch black to red, and then turned into a pile of ashes. The ashes floated up from the basin and then fell back into the basin.

Since then, people rushed to clean He Shenping's lunch box every meal, and every time he went to the mining area, someone carried porcelain stones for He Shenping. There were not many people who saved eggs like Wang Bin, mainly because they didn't usually see two chickens.

At the end of the twelfth lunar month, when the factory held a summary meeting, someone offered to change positions with He Shenping, saying that he was young and able to take on responsibilities, but He Shenping had fewer responsibilities, but his hands were skillful, so it was better to learn the work of drawing and engraving.

The factory leader asked everyone to vote.

At the beginning, they raised more than a dozen hands, and then slowly raised them one by one, all of them were favored by He Shenping. In the end, those who didn't raise their hands looked around and raised their hands.

"Old He, the vote is unanimous. You must cherish the people's trust in you." The factory leader patted He Shenping on the shoulder.

After the Spring Festival, He Shenping's family letters talked about mud-making to casting, and subsequent letters talked about cutting blanks, drying blanks, glazing, kiln firing and so on.

He Yulou has read every letter many times and can recite it by heart. Together, those letters are like an instruction book for making porcelain.After watching it, he went to tell Wen Yuean how to make porcelain. The plate that looked like two koi swimming, the bowl and cup of mandarin ducks and butterflies, and the landscape porcelain paperweight seemed to have been made by himself.

Wen Yue'an is still young, so she can't understand some parts.

He Yulou didn't explain much about the details, just said: "If I can visit my dad anytime, I will make you a cup with a moon drawn on it."

Wen Yuean was looking forward to this moon cup very much, at first she refrained from asking, but later when she was writing, she couldn't help asking He Yulou to draw it.

He Yulou hooked a cup, and another full moon was hooked on the cup noodles, but no matter how he looked at it, he was not satisfied.The moon is easy to paint, but the moonlight is not easy to paint, and the moonlight is even more difficult to paint.The background color is painted all black, and a white moon can be seen. The moonlight is there, but there is no moonlight.

Wen Yuean thought for a while, and drew another cup next to it. On the cup, a moon was drawn, and a building was drawn under the moon, and then the background color was painted black. There was only a white moon left, and a jade building under the moon. Then there is moonlight.

He Yulou cut out the cup drawn by Wen Yuean and put it away: "When the time comes, I will burn one just like your drawing."

Wen Yue'an said: "Senior brother, it's strange, the stone and water from Mr. He's place can be boiled into such a cup in the end?"

He Yulou laughed: "Look, practicing the piano is CDEFGAB and finally becoming Mozart. Writing is like black ink and finally becoming poetry. Porcelain, it is stone and water and finally becoming 'Ping Jun, point out the glass lamp, go Pan Lanting Jiuqu Spring.'”