Geng Hao got up and took a wine bottle and two wine glasses, I said I wouldn't drink, and he filled himself with a drink. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He told me that scientists in Canada had discovered an unusually beautiful planet with so many colors that astronomers were stunned when they looked at it.

Why is it so beautiful? Because it is a "homeless" free planet, this planet is about 7 times the size of Jupiter and is not bound by any gravitational pull.

Astronomers believe that the main reason for its homelessness is that it is not bound by gravity, does not revolve around any star, and looks very lonely, and it is this loneliness and freedom that makes it look extraordinarily beautiful.

I told him that freedom has limits and costs, and that it is a selfish beauty that planets are beautiful but have nothing to do with anything.

I speak of John? Mill talks about the realm of freedom in On Liberty, and there are three.

First, the introversion of consciousness requires freedom of conscience in the broadest sense; It demands freedom of thought and feeling; It requires absolute freedom of opinion and sentiment on all subjects, whether practical or thoughtful, scientific, moral or theological.

Second, this principle also requires freedom of taste and interest; Require the freedom to make your own life plan to suit your personality; Ask for the freedom to do what you like, and of course don't avoid the consequences that will follow.

Thirdly, with this freedom of each individual comes the freedom of association among individuals, within the same limits.

Any society is not free if these freedoms are not respected there as a whole.

After listening to this, Geng Hao thought about it and said, an art creator wants both the freedom I say and the freedom I say. But, now, we are all killed by conspiracy, and all our freedoms are mutilated.

The old artists, who have a little bit of the right to speak, do everything to suppress us young people, they have their circles and order, and they want to maintain their own interests and the right to speak.

I comforted him that sooner or later these old things would die, and the world would be yours sooner or later.

This is an eternal topic, how to make materials spiritual and spiritual, to make them futuristic, critical, humorous, ironic, ornamental, ornamental, without the free mind of the art creator, everything is empty talk.

I thought of director Du Feng, who was deprived of his directing qualifications and studied abroad because of a movie, and he was shackled so heavily in his good years, and in the face of life and ideals, this sense of powerlessness was realistic and real.

Even an influential director like him can't do anything, and we like us can only be headless flies, bumping into each other.

I poured a little of the liquor from the bottle into the glass and took a sip, as if a fire was burning in my mouth, so spicy that I frowned.

I put down the cup and said: "At the beginning, the four of us said that we should not forget what we said about being rich and noble, and we were like the masters of the revolution who played with our lives, but now that Yin Zi has won his will, we still don't want him to be good, who is rare to be rich." ”

"The four of us, the similarities are very similar, the different places are also very different, Yin Zi has found what he is suitable for, I do love to paint, but I am not suitable, now everything has to be commercialized, the painter is similar to the girl standing on the street, I want to promote myself, I am most annoyed by this."

"At this point, we are all the same, and we can't let go."

"The current situation in the art world is not optimistic, and I think I have to think about the way back."

"Don't worry, I want to plan a topic about Songzhuang artists on "New Speech", which can be regarded as a shout-out for you. Next week, I will visit Lao Yu in Dali and have an exclusive interview with him. ”

Geng Hao's eyes lit up and said, "I'm also about to go to Dali, by the way, take a look at Lao Yu, I'll go with you." ”

"That's good, let's go and relax first, don't stay in this studio all day long, the inspiration is exhausted, it's time to go to Dali."

As early as the fourth century A.D., the ancestors of the Bai people in Dali lived in this place near the Erhai Sea and backed by Cangshan Mountain, and created a splendid Neolithic culture.

The landscape here is more vigorous and beautiful than Lijiang, with less noisy business atmosphere and more sultry silence.

Dali has always circulated such a folk song: Shangguan flowers, Xiaguan wind, Xiaguan wind blowing Shangguan flowers; Cangshan snow, Erhai moon, Erhai moon shines on Cangshan snow.

Dali's wind and snow moon is very famous, coupled with the sky is high and wide, the blue sky is almost transparent, we get off the plane, we are infected by the things in front of us, and the mood is suddenly refreshed a lot.

Lao Yu gave the studio to Geng Hao, and came here alone to live in seclusion, which can be regarded as enjoying the blessings of Qi people.

The place where we live is a seaview inn called Miss Time, located on the edge of Erhai Lake, standing on the balcony upstairs, through the pane, you can see Erhai Lake being teased by the wind under the moonlight, getting carried away.

The innkeepers were two girls about our age, Momo and Tutu, who turned out to be colleagues and finally gave up their life in the big city to open the inn with all their savings.

The inn is clean and orderly, there is no lack of literary temperament, and every entrance, plant and scenery can be seen to be very attentive.

Momo tells us that the wind on the Erhai Sea blows from Xiaguan, because the two mountains at the entrance are narrow and the middle is trough-shaped, and the wind blowing in will produce a situation of going up and down, and sometimes it will whirl, which produces some strange natural phenomena.

She also told us about a Bai folklore, a long time ago, a white fox on Cangshan became a beauty, turned into a beauty and came to the world, and fell in love with a Bai scholar. One day, the scholar's teacher found out about the two of them, and angrily picked up the inkstone and knocked the scholar into the Erhai Lake.

In order to save her lover, the white fox ran to the South China Sea to find Guanyin Bodhisattva for help. Guanyin Bodhisattva gave her six bottles of wind, and when she left, she told her not to speak on the way, let alone shout.

But the white fox, who was eager to save people, hurried away, and accidentally tripped and fell when she arrived at the next pass, and she screamed "ouch", and as a result, six bottles of wind ran away five bottles at once. Since then, the wind has not stopped.

It is not known whether the scholar was saved in the end. I was more concerned about whether the murderer, the scholar's teacher, had been arrested and sentenced by the authorities.

Momo laughed, I said really humorous.

The next day we went to visit Lao Yu, who lived in a forest at the foot of Cangshan Mountain.

He was a talkative old man with a long beard, amiable and unusually active in his mind, and although he lived in seclusion in a few houses in the small forest, he was not at all closed in information, pointing out the country and commenting on current affairs.

He made a pot of good Pu'er tea for us.

I told him that the young painters in Songzhuang couldn't make a living, the market was controlled by those who laundered money, they wanted to play as much as they wanted, and that painters who really had ideals couldn't hold art exhibitions, couldn't sell their paintings, and couldn't sell their blood.

When the old fish heard this, he was angry.

As soon as he was angry, his face turned red: "I, I have been in Dali for a few years after leaving Beijing, and I have been extremely free, I expected the current situation in Songzhuang, those grandsons like to suppress young painters, but Geng Hao, don't worry, those old things can't survive for a few days, and they will hang their last breath to make a fortune there." ”

In Beijing, Lao Yu treats Geng Hao like his own son.

Geng Hao naturally had special respect for the old fish, and bought a bunch of local products that the old fish liked, which made the old man very happy, and praised Geng Hao as his own son.

We chatted together until the evening, and Lao Yu said that it was just a process, and he believed that the cultural department would regulate the art market and give more young people a chance to get ahead. Songzhuang will always return to spring.

For dinner, Geng Hao and I cooked and made a few big dishes to treat the old fish.

The old fish lives here all the year round, enjoying the pure air and the sweet mountain spring, the leisure is leisure, and occasionally it is lonely, except for a few friends in the calligraphy and painting world to visit, there are not many people who can usually say what is in their hearts.

When we came to visit, we were naturally moved and excited, and took out the Bai craft brew that had been treasured for two years to share with us.

The wine brewed by the Bai people is mellow but not strong, the aroma is tangy, and there is a sweetness rippling at the root of the tongue in the mouth, warming the body but not drying the tongue, and people like me who are not good at drinking can also drink two or three glasses.

In those days, we climbed Cangshan with Lao Yu, and he was in good health, and he did not lose to us at all.

Tutu and Momo took us to Erhai Lake to fish, and the fish caught were disemboweled on the shore and roasted on the grill, with an original aroma that made people have an endless aftertaste.

Geng Hao and I were a little happy, Momo said, why don't you stay together, our inn is just short of two husbands.