In the middle hall, a room of 40 square meters, three pictures are hung.

When Zhu Jia walked over, she pointed to the seven painters placed in front of the sandalwood table and said to Zhu Jia: "Look at these paintings? ”

The first picture on the left is grayish-white, with a clay pot on a countertop and a column inlaid in the middle of a pointed cone. The picture is a little blurry, and in the third picture on the right, in addition to this polygon, there is a pentagonal sphere on top of a cube, and the lines are clear and distinct.

"Do you think it's interesting to draw this?" Li Zifan pointed to the red-skinned dragon fruit picture on the third canvas on the left, and there was a slightly larger black and white dragon fruit tracing painting in the middle of this picture.

Zhu Jia did not answer, but raised his head to look at the three paintings hanging on the wall of the hall, in the middle of which were drawn purely with a brush, two birds standing on a branch and singing in unison, very simple, only a branch.

He tried to think about the artist's mind contained in it, and invested more deeply, and felt that these two birds were more like a pair of crows, and in the evening when there was no sunshine, there might be a jungle around them, or maybe an old tree next to a rockery in the courtyard.

The painter was standing under it and occasionally raised his head to take a look, but he was not close, and he did not startle the birds for such a long time.

It seemed that with the desolation of no one at night, he thought deeply, and felt that his emotions resonated at this moment, and when he looked away at the murals on both sides, they were a gardenia with some rattan and a dark grape.

By the time she thought about it, the girl had already looked around all the walls on the first floor, stood in front of the stairs leading to the second floor, and said to Zhu Jia, "You say we can go up?" ”

The light from above could only dimly illuminate the outline of the staircase, and he didn't see the strip blocking the way: "I think it should be." He didn't speak loudly, and there seemed to be some cold air in the space.

When I walked up, the footsteps of the two people were very light, for fear of startling the people here, the space on the second floor was really much wider, and there was a layer of one-meter glass on the wall as far as the eye could see.

She looked at a painting directly in front of her, and when she first entered, she was a little unsure if there was glass over there, and it was a little difficult to see when she got closer.

This bamboo forest must have encountered a strong wind, and when the yellow finch flies, its wings are wide open, as if it wants to find a bamboo branch to shelter in.

The whole space is filled with a thick fog, and through the gaps in the bamboo, you can see the vague outline of the grass and trees in front of the rice fields in the distance. There was also a ripple on the surface of the lake in front of it, and the outer circle of its waves was just on the edge of the aquatic weeds.

The young man was still looking at the pictures one by one, and perhaps felt that some of the pictures were not very real through the glass, but he quickly stood in front of the hall and looked at this watercolor painting that hung the entire wall, like a life-size grapevine, bending its torso to the right, and on the dense black rattan on the left, hanging a tree full of purple-red grapes, and at a higher place, the picture could no longer be painted, and next to it was a river shrouded in smoke and waves.

"In reality, is there such a place where the painter stands next to him and paints?" Li Zifan asked.

"Have you seen daisies?" Zhu Jia asked.

"You're talking about that movie from a long time ago?" She looked at the side of his face.

He nodded: "If you want to succeed in painting, you still have to integrate into reality, in fact, today's pictures can be seen on the Internet, but looking at it in this kind of place can make people feel more calm." ”

There was some truth in what he said, but the girl didn't listen, and when his gaze instinctively moved to where she had just stood, she was already standing in the small hall inside.

The sunlight outside could only penetrate the studio through its brilliance shining on the green trees in front of her, and her figure still looked impatiently everywhere, and she felt that her heart was a little empty by this quiet environment.

There is still a staircase leading to the third floor next to the studio, but there is a barricade, and when Li Zifen looked over, a middle-aged man happened to come down from the room above, and he also glanced at the two people in the studio, but he didn't say anything, and walked towards the stairs on the first floor.

When he walked downstairs, Li Zifan said softly: "How can art make money without charging tickets?" We all look at it for nothing. ”

"It's not worth much, not long ago, an oil painting auction was held on the negative floor of the big round ball in Xujiahui, and I bought a framed oil painting for 100 yuan, and the painting was really good." Zhu Jia replied.