"Excuse me, this painter, may I ask you, who painted this kind of painting, are you very hopeless in life?" An Mike's soft voice seemed a little ethereal. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"This lady ......" Le Yan turned his head to explain, but when he turned around, he was stunned, the person standing behind him was so familiar, it was the goddess who was close to perfection in his dream.

Le Yan blushed, and he continued: "Actually, this painting is based on death, which seems decadent, but what I want to express is not a desperate emotion at all. A dying black swan has lost the strength to fly, but it is so unyielding and unwilling, even if its vitality is about to run out, it has to use its last strength to try to fly. This is the theme I want to express, even in a desperate situation, I can't give up hope, just like this black swan. ”

An Mike nodded slightly, she was deeply moved by Le Yan's words, the black swan in adversity, the arrogant and cold black swan, the unyielding black swan, if she could, An Mike was willing to be the black swan, even if she tried her best to the last of her strength.

"Have you ever been in a desperate situation?" An Mike looked at Le Yan's fair and optimistic face, this face is so innocent and free of fireworks, innocent and free, and has a kind of ...... that ordinary people never have A kind of fairy energy.

"In this world, everyone is the same, birth, old age, sickness and death, firewood, rice, oil and salt, there is always one that will make you sad, isn't it?" When Le Yan said this, his face was expressionless, and he looked even more otherworldly.

"That's just the most basic thing, birth, old age, sickness and death, animals will also have it, as for firewood, rice, oil and salt, there are fewer animal patterns, but after all, they also have to eat. People and animals are different because their feelings are more complex and their scheming is deeper. An Mike said.

"Scheming? Yes, you're right. Le Yan nodded and said, "That's why, people are more likely to despair than animals." ”

"Do you mean that people don't live as well as animals?" An Mike smiled lightly, and six snow-white teeth loomed.

"Haha...... Not really! Le Yan smiled, looked at the floor shyly, and held back a sentence for a long time: "That...... What is your name? ”

"An Mi Ke...... Safe Ann, power of power, can be. An Mi didn't hide it this time, and told him directly.

"Your parents must be from science students...... Le Yan lowered his head and whispered a joke.

"Oh, by the way, my name is Le Yan!" He raised his head and wanted to tell An Mike his name, at least, it would be good to impress her a little.

"Huh...... I know. An Mike thought that the shy boy looked very cute when he was nervous.

"Huh? How do you know? "Leyan is a little weird.

"Because, you told me! Also, this ......" An Mike raised the leaflet in his hand and said with a smile.

"Oh, yes, right......" Le Yan blushed, and then remembered that there was such a propaganda thing as a leaflet.

"Can I call you 'Mi Ke'?" Le Yan asked in a low voice.

"Well, of course you can, then I'll just call you Leyan." An Mi smiled.

"You...... Which university in Haicheng are you a student at? Le Yan broke the brief silence.

Chung Hua University. What about you? An Mi Ke was also very curious about this question.

"I'm at Haicheng Academy of Fine Arts." Le Yan said embarrassedly, as if this was a disgraceful thing.

"Well, that school is famous." An Mi Ke comforted him and said.

"It's just a third-rate art academy." Le Yan said modestly, in fact, the reputation of Haicheng Academy of Fine Arts is very high in the country.

"Even if it's a third-rate academy, doesn't it also train you as a great painter, not to mention, that school is very good." An Mike said.

Le Yan was no longer modest, just smiled and nodded. Excessive modesty is pride, and it would be better to shut up at the right time.

An Mi didn't speak again, leaving time for other visitors who wanted to discuss his work with Le Yan, and she began to wander around alone.

Most of Le Yan's works are depicted in dark tones, mainly landscapes and animals, and on the surface they seem to be dead and decadent, but if you dig deeper, you will find that most of the content is still positive, and it seems to express a meaning, that is, "put death and live later", and do not give up hope in the most desperate times. This shocked An Mike, who seemed to be sunny and cheerful but shy and shy, always felt that he would be the kind of person who painted paintings with bright colors and bright themes, but his thoughts were like being covered with an opaque plastic sheet, covering his most direct and bright side. The more obscure art is, the deeper it is, and the better it is.

An Mike slowly appreciates the paintings one by one, his neck is a little sore, the shape of this art museum is very chic, the interior decoration is very post-modern, like a natural cave like twists and turns, but the walls are smooth and white porcelain white, even glowing with a slight pearl, each painting is placed on the wall, there is a feeling of exuding brilliance, very artistic charm.

An Mike walked to the center of the "cave" and saw the painting.

This is one of the few works in Leyan with a cheerful theme and tone, the girl in the painting wears a wreath made of small wildflowers, wears a white dress, and runs wildly on a field full of flowers, she turns her head and waves to the people outside the painting, as if she wants the people outside the painting to blend into the beautiful scenery in front of her with her. An Mi can't say what kind of paint is used in this painting, but it shouldn't be an oil painting, there is no strong sense of concave and convex, and the picture is as natural as a photo with slightly lower pixels. And the girl in the painting is an Mike!

"That's your ......" Le Yan walked over and said with a blushing face.

"Really? Can I smile so brightly, too? An Mike smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Someday, it will!" Leyan replied in an unexpectedly affirmative affirmative.

"Maybe......" An Mi said uncertainly. By the way, why is this painting called "Wild"? ”

"The name "Wild" just hopes that you can release yourself, which is what I imagined, let go of you. I think there is always a place in your heart that you can't open. Each of us has countless doors in our hearts, and yours has very few, but most of them can't be opened. If you can free yourself, you will live a happier life. "Le Yan spoke like a wise man.

An Mike nodded thoughtfully, she sighed imperceptibly, since she was with Jiang Chengqing, she had never been "wild". Release? When I was very young, I thought that dancing ballet was a release, and then when I grew up, I felt that shopping was a release, but now, I don't know what release is. A person who has been inexplicably "mistressed", what qualifications does he have to talk about release.

"Not happy, huh? Would you like to be my model? I will find the feeling of 'release'. Le Yan gently raised one of An Mike's hands and pressed it on the painting called "Wild".

At that moment, An Mi Ke was like an electric shock, gaining some kind of magic power. She didn't choose to refuse, but nodded and said, "Okay, take me 'free'......"

Le Yan nodded, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was even more ......

Mist jungles, colorful plants, brilliant fog, magical worlds.

What Le Yan can outline is beyond An Mike's imagination.

In this studio, there is no mess like An Mi can imagine, most artists. On the contrary, although Leyan's studio is dim and lacks sunlight, everything is neatly stacked, high and low level orderly, and it is more like a painting supplies store.

"You're such a different kind of painter." An Mi Ke praised sincerely.

"Thank you for the heartfelt compliment." Le Yan laughed like a child, and An Mike noticed for the first time that there was a small dimple on his right cheek.

"Where am I sitting?" An Mike has a very close impression of Le Yan, thinking that he is not like a man, or he may be the kind of man who makes people have no barriers, like a holy icon, even if he is naked^, he does not feel dirty and dirty, is it something called "art" that is doing evil?

"You can also sculpt!" An Mike saw a few semi-finished products piled up in the corner of the room.

"Well, it's also a compulsory course, it's just that I don't have much passion for sculpture relative to painting." Le Yan replied honestly.

"Oh......" An Mike nodded, and didn't know what to talk about, she wasn't a talkative person in the first place.

Le Yan was also so nervous that he couldn't find a topic.

After a long time, An Mike sat up uncomfortably, she stood up and asked, "Le Yan, what type of words are we going to paint?" Do you want to go out and look for the scenery or something? In your words, isn't it called 'sketching'? ”

Le Yan smiled and said, "No, I'm not in a hurry to 'start work' today, I have no inspiration at this time." ”

"Huh? Inspiration ...... "An Mike realizes that the so-called artists all need inspiration.

The two of them fell into the embarrassment of not knowing what to say again.

"Let's talk about art." Le Yan proposed.

"I'm a layman, but I can be your audience." An Mike shrugged and said.

"Well......" So in half an hour, Le Yan talked from the Renaissance to modern art, from Chinese ink painting to Western sculpture, and when he talked about emotion, he gestured with his hands and feet, and his expression was like a crazy person.

An Mi couldn't interject at all, he had always been in a state of "willing to hear about it", but occasionally when he talked about nude ^ body art, he was slightly embarrassed. (To be continued.) )