钟书的“痴气”书本里灌注不下,还洋溢出来。我们在牛津时,他午睡,我临帖,可是一个人写写字困上来,便睡着了。他醒来见我睡了,就饱蘸浓墨,想给我画个花脸。可是他刚落笔我就醒了。他没想到我的脸皮比宣纸还吃墨,洗尽墨痕,脸皮像纸一样快洗破了,以后他不再恶作剧,只给我画了一幅肖像,上面再添上眼镜和胡子,聊以过瘾。回国后他暑假回上海,大热天女儿熟睡(女儿还是娃娃呢), Zhongshu “infuriating ” no less than the book, but also overflowing. When we were in Oxford, he had a nap, and I was on the board, but as soon as I was trapped in writing, I fell asleep. He woke up to see me sleep, dipped in ink, I want to draw a painted face. But he just woke up and I woke up. He did not think my face chewing ink than rice paper, wash ink marks, as fast as the paper washes washed, and later he no longer prank, only painted a portrait of me, and then add glasses and beard, chat Enjoyable. After returning to his summer vacation back to Shanghai, a hot day daughter sleeping (daughter or doll it)