The middle-aged woman was a little disappointed, and asked us what was the matter, and I thought to myself that the Cui family was so poor, so I should not tell the truth yet, and just say that it was a matter of painting. The middle-aged woman let Fang Gang and me into the house, which was low and dim. Before Fang Gang could sit down, he walked out again, moved a small bench and sat at the door to bask in the sun. The middle-aged woman was a little embarrassed, poured two more glasses of boiling water and handed them to us.

Texted Mr. Cui, and he said that he had rushed back from Lumei and would arrive home in 20 minutes at most. Sure enough, Mr. Cui came back after a while, carrying a painting clip on his back. Seeing me and Fang Gang sitting at the door, Mr. Cui hurriedly greeted him and asked why he didn't go into the house to sit, and I said it was cool outside. Mr. Cui's mother came out to help her son remove the painting clip, I took out two small hard boxes containing transfer bracelets, Mr. Cui carefully took them, opened them and put them on his wrist directly, and counted 600 yuan for me.

"What are you buying?" Mr. Cui's mother saw our transaction and asked.

Mr. Cui said excitedly: "Mom, I will soon become famous." You haven't raised me in vain for the past six years. My dad has also scolded me for six years, and soon I will prove to him that I am a genius or a waste gnawing old man in his mouth! ”

Mr. Cui's mother said, "You have said this more than hundreds of times. Mr. Cui was about to say something, and his phone rang. He walked out one after another, and returned a few minutes later, followed by two people, one carrying a video camera, the other a young girl with glasses, holding a microphone with a wire, and it looked like a reporter.

The reporter asked where to start the interview, and Mr. Cui said that the light in the house was dim, so it was at the door. Mr. Cui's mother walked out of the house, probably for the first time to see reporters, and looked nervous and restrained, pulled her hair, and went into the house to change into a cleaner-looking shirt. Then. A middle-aged man pushed a bicycle through a narrow alley, and when he saw Mr. Cui and his mother, the middle-aged man was full of doubts and parked his bicycle at the door next door, apparently Mr. Cui's neighbor. Mr. Cui's mother greeted him, and the middle-aged man asked in a low voice, "Why is your son back again?" ”

"Ah, the TV station came to interview him." Mr. Cui's mother had a smile on her face. The middle-aged man looked at the reporter and the cameraman. I took out the key and opened the door and went into the house. The cameraman picked up the machine and began to record, and the reporter faced him and said, "The protagonist we are going to interview today is a special painter. ”

Mr. Cui stood in front of the reporter with a smile, and the reporter asked a few questions, and Mr. Cui answered them very appropriately. The reporter asked: "You said that you have published a picture album, which is very popular, can you show us?" Mr. Cui hurriedly took the album from Fang Gang's hand and handed it to the reporter, who first flipped through a few pages and couldn't help laughing.

Mr. Cui said unhappily: "These are all my carefully selected masterpieces, do you know how many famous painters and professors have commented on them?" ”

The reporter forced a smile and pointed to one of the pages of the album, asking the cameraman to zoom in on the camera and give a close-up: "Can you see clearly, this painting is called "Pigs Have Dreams", and there is only a big circle and a small circle painted on it, with two small black dots on the small circle and three small bubbles outside the big circle. Judging from the introduction text, this painting has been highly praised by the vice president of the Central Academy of Fine Arts. Mr. Cui, can you explain it to us? ”

Mr. Cui said: "I just want to show that no matter how human, pig or any creature in this world, they all have their own dreams, as long as you stick to it." This work was created in 2003, and it took me four months to paint it one day when my inspiration struck. I took the train to Beijing and met the vice president of the Central Academy of Fine Arts, who liked my painting very much and said that he could take it to Paris, France to hold an exhibition. ”

The cameraman's body shuddered, apparently laughing, but he didn't make a sound. Some people gradually came to watch on both sides of the alley, pointing at these people. The reporter asked again: "I heard that you have been creating at home for six years, what have you lived on for these six years?" ”

Mr. Cui said: "The main thing is the money my mother earns from her part-time job. ”

"In other words, you're about to turn forty this year, and you don't have a family or a job, but you still have your parents to support you, right?" The reporter asked. Mr. Choi smiled and nodded.

The reporter was puzzled and asked, "Do you think this is a very honorable thing?" ”

Mr. Choi said, "Yes, I have a great mother who never complains about me and has been silently supporting me behind my back in order to help me achieve my dreams. She only earned 1,000 yuan a month, but she quietly gave me 800 of them to buy paper and paint. ”

The reporter asked: "Why give quietly?" ”

Mr. Cui said, "Because my father didn't understand me and didn't agree with my painting career. He always scolded me and sarcastically ridiculed me, saying that I was unproductive, and I was still gnawing at the old when I was so old. ”

The reporter asked: "Then do you think you are gnawing at the old people?" ”

"Of course not, I will succeed sooner or later, and when the time comes, my parents will be able to live a good life," said Mr. Cui. ”

The reporter was puzzled and said, "But with these paintings of yours, can you succeed?" Mr. Cui said why not, the international awards and sky-high prices are all modernist paintings, and they are not necessarily more talented than him. Hearing this, I finally understood that this Mr. Cui and the customer Wang Fei, who lived in Puhe Township on the outskirts of Shenyang, have the same thing. Both of them think they are talented but they are not born at the right time, and they don't work at home for many years, but they don't admit it.

The reporter asked: "You are a native of Kazuo, in order to become famous for your paintings, you came to Shenyang to live in such a poor place, do you feel that your life is too poor and miserable?" ”

Mr. Cui smiled: "Of course not." I'm used to being poor, and besides, it's not that rich is rich, my motto in life is, today I'm a joke, tomorrow I'm a miracle. Having money is successful, but talent and health are also wealthy! ”

At this time, the reporter saw Cui's mother standing at the door in fear, and walked up to her again: "You are Mr. Cui's mother, how old are you this year?" ”

Cui's mother was cramped and said, "Sixty-four." When asked what she does, Cui's mother said, "I work in the kitchen of a nearby four-star hotel. The reporter asked how much money she had every month, and she said it was about 1,000. The reporter asked if he could do it at such an old age? Cui Mu sighed: "It's really useless to be old, the ground was too slippery yesterday, I fell twice, and I happened to be seen by the head chef and wanted to report it to the manager, I said it was begging him, but in the end he didn't report it." I guess I won't be able to do it for long, because they all think I'm old and are afraid that I will hurt them if I fall. If I hadn't said that I was in my fifties, I lost my ID card and would have been hard to find a job. ”

The reporter looked sympathetic and asked: "You are at the age of retirement, and you have to go out to work to support your son, who is nearly forty years old, do you have no complaints?" "The pit is carried.

"How can I say it," Cui's mother replied nervously, "sometimes I have been anxious, but it is such a son." He has dreams, and we as parents can't stop him. In the past, it was always said that the Chinese education concept is backward and the children are too strict, I don't want to be that kind of parent, so if my son has a dream, let him work hard, and when it is realized later, won't we enjoy happiness? ”

The reporter laughed: "He hasn't worked for six years, and his work is not accepted, how much chance do you think he will succeed?" ”

This made Cui's mother unhappy: "Why doesn't anyone accept it?" Didn't you see that his album also wrote that so many great painters and professors admired him? Besides, success is not a matter of a few days, and while I can still do it, I will definitely support him. After all, it's just such a son! ”

The female reporter seemed to have nothing to say, and Mr. Cui also walked over, put his arm around his mother's shoulder, and said emotionally: "I have the greatest mother in the world, and I am very proud!" I almost threw up, and Fang Gang glanced at each other, and Fang Gang scolded fiercely: "I feel very nauseous, what should I do?" ”

I said I was so nauseous that I was going to throw up, and I had to find a bathroom in a while. At this time, a middle-aged man squeezed in from the crowd of onlookers in the alley, his clothes were all gray and dirt, and he held a pair of labor gloves in his hand. Seeing this, he asked Cui's mother what was going on. Cui's mother smiled and said to reporters: "This is his father." ”