"Love? After listening to Liu Mang's answer, Lin Xiao obviously didn't believe it.

A madman who has been forced all his life, suffered a lot of ridicule and sneering, and even cut off his ears and gave them to his lover because of his desire for love, but was rejected miserably, and finally committed suicide, will his heart be full of love for life?

"Lao Liu, I admit that your point of view is refreshing, but do you want to take another look?"

This time it's not that Lin Xiao doesn't believe Liu Mang, but Van Gogh's "Starry Sky" is so famous that it has been commented on by countless art connoisseurs in the more than 100 years since it became famous.

Depressed, melancholy, struggling, brilliant, heavy...... There are countless words to evaluate, but there is never a single word for love.

"How others understand it is someone else's business, but in my opinion, I think Vincent's heart is far harder than we think, and a person who has no love for life in his heart cannot paint such works. ”

Liu Mang did not use Van Gogh, but called Vincent, which is actually a special respect.

Many people don't know that Van Gogh's full name is Vincent Wilhelm van Gogh, and Van Gogh is just his last name. His father's name was Theodotus Van Gogh, and so was his brother, his name was Vincent, why the signatures of his later paintings were Vincent, because he had a falling out with his family, and his father died when he was engaged in painting for five years, so he was very disgusted with people calling him by his last name.

"Alright, alright, whatever you want. We'll all listen to you anyway. Seeing Liu Mang's insistence, Lin Xiao couldn't say anything.

This "Starry Night" can be said to be the most difficult work to interpret so far, let alone express it with dishes. Lin Xiao thought that at this time, it didn't matter who was closer to the artistic conception of the painting, what mattered was the dish itself.

"Hey, buddy, do you have a trick?" Gordon walked over and patted Liu Mang on the shoulder.

"A little bit, what about you?" Liu Mang said with a smile.

"I also have a little, but I'm not quite sure. Gordon Ramsay's expression was dejected: "What the hell! Who would have thought that the organizing committee would actually take out this picture? Could it be that this is already the final scene of the Chef God Competition? It's so difficult! Who can understand what a madman is thinking when he paints this picture? Maybe all this is just a hallucination that he had during a psychotic episode!"

"For me, Mr. Vincent is not a madman, but a great artist. Liu Mang's expression was serious.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to offend. Seeing that Liu Mang seemed to be a little angry, Gordon hurriedly apologized.

"It doesn't matter, we have a saying in China, 'Everyone is drunk and I am sober, the whole world is turbid and I am alone, we can't understand Vincent, maybe we haven't reached his realm yet." ”

"Uh, can you explain the meaning of this sentence?" because Liu Mang said that this verse from "The Fisherman" was in Chinese, so Gordon did not understand.

"Oh, the approximate meaning of this sentence means that the world is turbid, only I am clear and transparent, the world is intoxicated but I am sober, which means that I don't want to go with the flow and let it go. ”

"Well, the person who said this must be China's Van Gogh. ”

"He's a poet, not a painter, wait......" Gordon's words, like a sledgehammer, struck Liu Mang's heart hard, and he immediately became excited: "China's Van Gogh! I know what to do!"

"What's wrong?" Gordon looked surprised.

"Mr. Gordon, I've figured out how to cook. ”

"I seem to have thought of it too. Gordon touched his head: "Then I'm going to get busy." ”

"Okay. ”

"Lao Liu, what did you think of?" After Gordon left, Lin Xiao and the others immediately surrounded him.

Gordon's words reminded me. After all, I was not born in Western cuisine, and I don't have much appreciation for foreign oil paintings, and I purely rely on my own intuition and natural feelings for these artworks. It is too difficult to use Chinese food to express the artistic conception of Western paintings. ”

"And what do you mean ......?"

"Why does it have to be Vincent Van Gogh? We have produced so many literati and artists throughout the ages, but there is no one who can compare with it?"

"When you say that, I think of a person. He Donglin stepped forward: "This person is somewhat similar to Van Gogh in terms of talent and life experience, and even worse than him." ”

"Who?"

"Mr. Xu Wei!" Liu Mang and He Donglin said in unison.

"He!" Lin Xiao was stunned: "He...... He's miserable indeed!"

Xu Wei, a general name of "clouds and water", but accompanied by "down" and "crazy", poured his life with pain......

"A bumpy life, the second brother died early, got married three times, helped everywhere, learned rich in five cars, scattered all six relatives, was unjustly imprisoned for seven years, was not sold in eight attempts, and committed suicide nine times, it is really a sigh!"

Mr. Wang Changan summed up Xu Wei's life experience when he made a cross song, simple numbers, unique life, down-and-out, bloody and tearful.

Xu Wei's father died of illness when he was three months old. When he was four years old, his second sister-in-law Yang died, and he had to greet the mourners like an adult. At the age of ten, his family fell into the middle of the road, his biological mother was dismissed, and at the age of ten, he went to court with a servant who had escaped. At the age of fourteen, his grandmother died. At the age of twenty, he joined the Pan family. At the age of twenty-one, the second brother died. At the age of twenty-five, his eldest brother Xu Huai died, and the family property was occupied by scoundrels.

At the age of twenty-six, his wife Pan died.

Before the age of 41, he failed the eight initial and re-examinations of the township examination. At the age of 45, he committed suicide several times without dying, fearing that he would be implicated in the Hu Zongxian case and imprisoned. At the age of forty-six, he married a young woman and was imprisoned because he suspected her of adultery with outsiders. At the age of forty-eight, his biological mother died of illness and was released from prison for a short period of time to handle the funeral. At the age of fifty-three, the Wanli Emperor changed the Yuan to amnesty and was released from prison with the help of Zhang Tianfu and Zhang Yuanci and his son. At the age of 61, he was depressed and his old illness relapsed.

At the age of sixty-nine, he was drunk and fell on his shoulder bone and was bedridden. Until he died of poverty and illness at the age of seventy-three.

He wrote a poem himself, saying: There is no end to the suffering in the world, and it is extremely bitter to stop talking about it in a bitter place.

But God is fair, and when it gave Xu Wei suffering, it also gave him the same talent.

Regardless of poems, books, and articles, light and paintings, the momentum is unrestrained, informal, concise and concise, the ink is mostly splashed, rarely colored, the layers are clear, the virtual and the real are born together, the ink is dripping, and the vividness is incomparable. He also integrates vigorous brushwork into his paintings, and the book and painting complement each other, giving people a rich imagination.

"Lao Liu, do you want to show Xu Wei's paintings with dishes to interpret Van Gogh's "Starry Night"?" Lin Xiao's eyes widened.

"What's not to do? Art is interconnected, let's have a dialogue between time and space today, no questions asked!" Liu Mang clenched his fists.

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