Li Mengran: "However, I still want to draw eyes. ”

Zhu Dachang: "What is there to draw this gaze, it will be a dead eye if you draw it again." ”

Li Mengran: "No, let me tell you about a painting called "Girl in the Rain", have you ever heard of it? ”

Everyone replied in unison, "No!" ”

Li Mengran said:

"Girl in the Rain" is a painting by the Ukrainian painter Vetlana Terets.

One day, Wetlana Terets had an inspiration and spent a month completing a portrait called "Girl in the Rain", which was very popular and quickly sold.

Then, three times it was sold, three times it was returned, and the buyers complained that the portrait's gaze would move.

Liu Changfa: "Sure enough, you can draw a moving gaze?" ”

Li Mengran continued:

The first buyer was a businesswoman who lived alone, and when she bought the painting, she hung it in her bedroom.

Two weeks later, Terets received a call from a businesswoman in the middle of the night:

"I beg you to take the painting back! Ever since I bought this painting, I've always felt like there's another person in the apartment.

Even if I took it off the wall and hid it in the cupboard, I still couldn't sleep! ”

Zhu Dachang smiled: "I really bought a live beauty, isn't it good?" ”

Li Mengran: "It would be good if I sold it to you." He went on to say:

Terets was puzzled, but he took back the painting and sold it to a young man.

A few days later, the young man returned the painting to Terets with a look of horror and did not even ask for a refund.

"Her gaze is the culprit of a series of paranormal experiences?"

The young man said that he dreamed every night that the girl in the painting walked around him, and even more bizarre was that he felt this way even when he was awake:

The girl in the rain seemed to be breathing beside him, pacing...

Zhu Dachang interjected: "Sell it to me, and I will go crazy." ”

The third buyer was an unbelieving man, he was never afraid of any demons and monsters, he was an atheist, but his experience was even more bizarre:

He always felt that the half-closed eyes of the girl in the rain were secretly watching him, and this feeling became stronger and stronger.

Until he felt that those eyes were everywhere.

He finally had a nervous breakdown, confessed, and returned the painting.

Zhu Dachang: "Oh my God, this is too terrifying, you better stop drawing your eyes, you are all drawing ghosts." ”

Li Mengran: "Don't be afraid, she paints ghosts, I paint people, that's a completely different gaze." ”

Zhang Jingwen listened quietly, very curious, this painting, really has such a great magical power?

She asked, "Liu Changfa, can you explain, can this painting be so scary?" ”

Liu Changfa frowned, thought about it seriously, and said:

"I think so, this painter should have a dark psychology, or he was a depressive person, so he painted the same style. And people who like this painting also have the same psychological symptoms, because the painting just fits their state and can resonate. ”

Li Mengran: "Sure enough, he is a vibration expert, he knows how to resonate, and he makes sense." ”

Liu Changfa continued: "This kind of resonance, after all, is pathological, it belongs to negative energy, and after a long time, the condition will be worse, so it will collapse." ”

Li Mengran: "So, I will draw a sunny one, such as a gaze like Jingwen, after people look at it, they will be refreshed, like ......"

Zhu Dachang: "It's like having a beautiful woman by your side?"

Zhang Jingwen clenched her fists again, thought about it and forgot it, and said, "Don't brag, I don't believe you can draw moving eyes." ”

Li Mengran: "What if you can draw it?" ”

Zhang Jingwen: "If I can really draw it, I will marry you when I grow up." That's definitely a bosom friend. ”

Li Mengran: "A word is a certainty!" ”

Zhang Jingwen: "Never regret it!" ”

It made everyone laugh again!

……

At night, Zhang Jingwen lay on the bed again, she simply opened the curtains, looked at the stars outside the window, and thought quietly.

This time, she didn't want anyone anymore, just herself.

The stars twinkled and twinkled, and sure enough, they were like human eyes, bright and dark.

Gradually, I fell asleep.

Looking around, she seemed to have come to a grassland, and there were no crops, all of which grew unknown exotic flowers and plants, as if she didn't know them.

She found a clean stone and sat down.

And when they looked around, there was no one in them.

In the vast grassland, sometimes there are hares running, and sometimes rats come out of their holes and look this way.

The ground seems to be a little damp, and there are springs gushing out in some places.

Confused and impatient, he held his chin with both hands and listened quietly, listening to the wind.

"Where the hell am I?"

In a daze, in the haze, she saw a man in white walking slowly from a distance, his figure was slender, his face was delicate, his eyes were bright, revealing a hint of déjà vu.

His steps were light, his long hair fluttering, but his face was dazed, and at a distance, he stood still, looked this way, and was silent for a long time, and he murmured:

"You, too?"

Zhang Jingwen was stunned, a little overwhelmed, and there was a hint of inexplicable heartbeat:

"Well, I'm here too."

Silence, as if 10,000 years had passed, found that familiar voice again.

For a long time, there was only eye contact, warm and peaceful, and she was a little intoxicated.

Who is he? Is it Li Mengran? It seems, it doesn't seem to be, but that gaze, she is too familiar, it is a long-lost gaze that once moved her heart.

They also stopped talking, and walked side by side, walking forward together, wherever they went, and just kept going.

A cloud floated in front of them, passed by them, and in the blink of an eye, the whole world was confused, and they held hands and continued to move forward.

Suddenly, Zhang Jingwen saw a towering tree through the clouds and mist, the tree, which was 180 meters high, soaring into the sky, with a straight trunk and a noticeable thinner upward, with branches and leaves densely growing at the top.

Zhang Jingwen said excitedly: "Look, there is a tree of life there!" ”

The man in white rubbed his eyes vigorously, looked into the distance, and sighed: "Ahead, there is a cloud and fog, and I don't see anything. ”

When Zhang Jingwen looked again, she saw a flash of light in the sky, and the tree of life disappeared without a trace in an instant.

At this time, the dream woke up again.

Zhang Jingwen stared blankly at the stars outside the window.

Why are the most beautiful things short-lived, it seems that only painters can keep that beautiful moment.

Zhang Jingwen got up, turned on the lamp, picked up the paintbrush, and began to delicately depict the tree of life in the dream.

Draw one, not like, throw it away.

Draw another one, it still doesn't look like it, keep throwing it away.

She just drew a lot of waste paper, and she felt that she really couldn't draw that beautiful tree of life.