"If you look at this one, it's called 'High and Low'. Xiao Sun seemed to see that my reaction was not so good, so he brought up another photo. This photo is very strange, the overall tone is black and gray, thick and rough can not see what it is, there is a downward arc object in the picture, the color is also black and gray, it is said that it is a person's eyebrows, but whose face is so black and rough.

I asked, "What is this?" and Xiao Sun and Ms. Chen looked at each other and laughed.

Ms. Chen smiled: "It's the sole of a shoe!" I opened my mouth wide and couldn't speak, Xiao Sun explained that it was a partial enlarged picture of the sole of a Jiefang brand rubber shoe, taken with a macro lens. I asked what this meant, and Xiao Sun asked me to talk about it, and I thought about it, and finally shook my head and said I couldn't see it.

Xiao Sun said: "You really can't see what I'm trying to express at all? This is impossible, you have been doing business in Southeast Asia for so many years, and you have been in contact with monasteries, Buddhism and monks for many years, your insight and understanding should be higher than others!"

"It's an ordinary galoshe, right?" asked Sun. I nodded.

"And it's the soles of the shoes, it's all mud and dirt, so it's even more inconspicuous, right?" Xiao Sun asked. I nodded.

"It's been trampled under people's feet for years, and it's worn on the feet of cheap laborers at the bottom of society, right?" I nodded.

"And I've put a very large part of this filthy thing, so it makes even more sense, right?" I nodded.

"Why?" asked Sun.

This made me stunned, yes, why, who are you asking? Isn't this my problem? Of course, Xiao Geng didn't expect me to answer, this was his rhetorical question, and Ms. Chen smiled even more happily next to her, like a person who understands art laughing at the illiterate expression. Xiao Sun also stopped selling Guanzi and told me that what he wanted to show was to magnify the lowest, the most humble, the most inconspicuous, and the lowest things in the world, that is, to tell people that it was these lowest, humbled, most inconspicuous, and lowest things that were actually the most noble, noble, and greatest. If it weren't for it, we wouldn't have everything to enjoy.

I have to say that Xiao Sun's theory really touched me, but his expression is too different. But art is art, if it's just simple preaching, then what kind of art is it? I gave a thumbs up to express my appreciation, and Ms. Chen said, "He still has a lot of them, you can show them to Boss Tian." ”

Xiao Sun smiled and nodded, brought up another photo, and told me that the name was "The One Who Can't See the Light". The picture seems to be a very abstract painting, like drifting and terraces, like magma and like a ditch, with some winding lines, black, white, gray and yellow, and you can't see anything anyway. I asked him what it was, and Ms. Chen was drinking red wine next to her, but she didn't say anything. Xiao Sun told me that this is a 100-fold magnified photo of a mouthful of phlegm, which was taken with a special magnifying lens. I suddenly felt a little sick to my stomach, no wonder Ms. Chen didn't interject, I subconsciously swallowed my saliva, and felt even more disgusting.

"What?" asked me. I shook my head and said I couldn't appreciate it.

Xiao Sun replied: "Don't be disgusted, this is exactly what I want to express." Did you know that people actually have a lot of things that are not visible, such as this thick phlegm. I usually can't hide from it, I don't even look at it, but I just took a picture of it, and magnified it several times, which is to take out the invisible things and dirty things of human beings and put them on display to you, so that you can face up to these dirty things that you have made, only in this way can you reflect better, and it is possible to create more visible and holy things, right?" After his explanation, I even felt that there was some truth, but I was still very disgusted with this thing, but Xiao Sun dangled the color screen of the camera in front of my eyes, and I was too embarrassed to say anything, so I had to look away. Usually forget it, now that we're eating, can I still eat the steak in front of me? Xiao Sun also seemed to see my disgust, so he had to smile, this smile was full of disappointment for me, and then brought up a photo.

To be honest, I didn't dare to look at these things anymore, but out of politeness, I had to glance at them. This time, the screen was normal, not something magnified, but a little boy who was only about four or five years old, standing on the balcony with his whole body* so thin that his ribs could be seen, and there were bruises and purple scars on his body. This is the iron fence outside the balcony, and the bottom is not a flat plate, but a series of iron bars, about seven or eight centimeters apart, wider than the soles of the little boy's feet. The little boy couldn't step on it normally, so he had to lean his feet over so that he wouldn't step on the air. In order to lighten the burden on his feet, he had to raise his arms and grapple with the fence above his head. His face was full of tears and his expression was painful.

"What does that mean?" I was intrigued.

Ms. Chen smiled again and said to me, "This is Xiao Sun's proudest work, and it has won an award!" I asked Xiao Sun what it was, and Xiao Sun said that this work was called "Hanging", and it was a scene that happened in the opposite building of the hotel when he was traveling in Hunan, so he filmed it. There were only father and son in that family, and the child's mother had divorced her husband a long time ago, and the father had a bad temper, and after the divorce, he often drank alcohol, beat his son when he was angry, and had to physically punish him.

Xiao Sun said: "This man treats his son as a nanny, does not allow him to go to kindergarten, and has no plans to send his child to school in the future, so he washes his clothes at home." Sometimes, for fear that the neighbors would hear the child's crying, they put him in the bathroom and locked him to the toilet water pipe with the iron lock that locks the bicycle. When he came home, when did he release his son. ”

"Is there such a thing?" I was surprised. Xiao Sun said yes, I don't know what happened to the man that time, it seems that his son didn't wash his clothes, he beat him and didn't say anything, and punished him to stand on the balcony, standing for a total of two hours, until his son froze and fell on the balcony, he was afraid of freezing to death before he got into the house.

I asked, "Freezing, what was the temperature at that time?"

Xiao Sun said: "It was December, and it was quite cold in Hunan, and it was about minus three or four degrees outside." "I was shocked, and said that doesn't give the child frostbite, is this my own son? Xiao Sun smiled and said of course it is, but the man loves to drink, and his brain may be a little drunk. That day, the little boy began to grasp the fence with his arm, and later, probably because his arm was numb, he put it down. But I was about to shoot him, so I told the little boy to grab the fence. He didn't understand yet, and I told him to listen to my uncle, and if you hold the fence with your hand, your father will soon carry you into the house, and the little boy will catch you again.