It was indeed not far away, and after a few small turns in the yurt group, I arrived at the man's residence. It was a makeshift makeshift tent made of thick green canvas, which stood out among the yurts.

The tent is not high, and the person who sells the paintings is in the tent, and he has to bow his head slightly. In the middle of the tent, a round light bulb hangs from the ceiling, and the switch hangs down with a wire. Yun Da lit the light bulb before we squeezed into the tent and observed the furnishings inside.

A bed board with a futon on top of several large stones must have been where he slept, and except for the place where the bed was, the floor was covered with a layer of leather. Except for an earthy yellow square wooden box containing clothes, all of them were painting supplies. In the corner of the wall was a square iron stove, connected with several chimneys, protruding from a round hole in the tent that was trimmed with iron sheets.

There is also a half-painted work on the easel, and on the floor are small maza and uncovered oil paints. Two plastic shabu-shabu barrels, one filled with used dirty water and the other filled with various types of brushes. There were paintings everywhere, on the floor, on the cabinets, on the bed, and even on the walls of the tents. It is described as small, messy, broken, but not dirty.

Almost as if we were dodging a landmine, we quickly walked to the side of the bed and sat down quickly, lest we miss any of the steps and break his painting and overturn the utensils.

The fat brother also carefully sat in the corner of the bed cushioned by the stone, if he sat in the middle, he was afraid that he would collapse the bed.

It seems that he is not as scheming as I think, he is a scheming bad person, and it can be seen from this living environment that he is really a poor painter. And judging from the items in the tent, it is indeed living here, not creating an illusion.

Yun Da sat on the horse, looking at us, waiting to be interrogated.

My attitude also eased a lot, and I asked straight to the point: "You said that this painting was given by someone else, who is it?" ”

He said, "An uncle. ”

I was not very satisfied with this answer, and asked again: "What uncle?" What does it look like and what is it called? What does he do? ”

Yun Da said: "Don't worry, I'll tell you slowly, the origin of this painting is indeed a year, wait for me to think about how to say it." ”

We waited patiently for a few minutes, and Yun Da gave us a detailed explanation of the origin of this painting.

Yun grew up in Chifeng, Inner Mongolia, and his father is Mongolian, so his surname is Yun. My mother's ancestral home is Handan, Hebei. He is a late 50s, he loves to paint since he was a child, and with the help of his parents, he has studied with a teacher and learned to paint, and he has been doing it for half his life.

When he was sixteen or seventeen years old, it was the late stage of the ten years of turmoil, during which he used the Great Tandem to make trains for students, so he traveled to many places across the country to practice painting and sketching. He also relied on his own paintings, helped people draw big-character posters, wrote slogans, and had food wherever he went.

That year, he happened to go back to his mother's hometown of Handan, and after meeting some relatives, he transferred to the countryside near Handan, found a village with more beautiful scenery to sketch, and borrowed it to live in the villager's house.

One morning, he went to the river to sketch as usual, and found that many tents had been erected overnight by the river, which had been calm, and he was young and curious, so he went to the tents to see who had built them.

As he approached the tent, he saw a very symbolic girl of about his own age, with two ponytails, a green uniform, a green hat, and a red armband. When he saw that the girl was beautiful, he followed the girl and lay down outside the tent to eavesdrop on what was being said inside.

In the tent that the girl walked into, there lived an uncle, and the girl said to the uncle, "Why don't they see anyone when they said they would come up today?" Shall I take someone down to see it? ”

The uncle said, "Let's wait a little longer, I guess they're going soon." ”

Yun Da was bold and went into the tent, mainly to get to know the beautiful girl. You must know that at that time, the student was the uncle, and he could go everywhere. As soon as he entered, he asked, "Hey, what are you doing?" How do you run this tent? ”

The two people in the room were startled by his stunned boy, and the girl asked angrily, "Where did you come from?" How do you eavesdrop on us? ”

The girl is not only good-looking, but also very good-looking when she starts her temper, Yun Da fell in love with the girl at first sight, so he reported to his family, saying that he was a student of painting.

Speaking of this, Yun Da thoughtfully lit a cigarette and threw one over to me and the fat brother.

Because the tent space was too small, we were afraid that the smoke would smell too much, and we were afraid that we would accidentally catch fire and set fire to his paintings, so we only took them and did not smoke them.

Jiang Li heard it and urged: "Don't smoke, talk about it quickly." ”

Yun Da took a hard puff of his cigarette and continued to tell us.

The uncle could also draw, and when he entered the tent, he saw the uncle painting on the easel, with a half-painted painting. Due to a common hobby, during that time, Yun Da often ran there in the name of learning to paint with his uncle, mainly to meet the girl.

After several meetings, he knew that the girl's name was Xiaoyan, and the uncle's surname was Chen. They were from some archaeological institution, and they worked here, and everyone else went to work, only the uncle and the girl stayed.

That period was also the most unforgettable period of his life, talking and laughing with Xiaoyan every day, and learning a lot of painting skills with his uncle. From time to time, Xiaoyan would give him delicious food brought from the city, and he often painted Xiaoyan and gave it to her, and gradually fell in love with this girl.

One evening after dinner, he and his son, who had stayed in the family, went to the river to play with Xiaoyan. found Xiaoyan in a separate small tent, I don't know what they were doing, they curiously lay down in the gap of the tent and looked in, only to find that Xiaoyan was taking a bath inside.

This frightened the two of them, turned around and ran back to the house, got into the bed, and their hearts were still pounding, not only because they peeked at the girls taking a bath, but also the impulse of youth hormones.

He couldn't sleep with his head covered, and after about an hour he heard a noise in the yard and the crying of another boy. He ran out to see, and at some point, the boy went out again, and this time he was carried back, and he rolled around in pain when he was carried back into the house, and the boy's father called the doctor, but because he didn't let anyone see, he didn't know what was going on, so he was coaxed out.

In the next few days, the boy was recuperating at home, and he continued to go to Uncle Chen to learn to paint as usual, and at the same time met Xiaoyan.

One afternoon, six or seven people suddenly came up from the river, they were about the same age as Xiaoyan, there were men and women, they were also wearing green military uniforms, they looked wolf-like, as if they were still wounded, and they also carried a stone box.

Xiaoyan ran to the river to pick them up, and he followed to help.

Among them, there was a boy who had an unusual relationship with Xiaoyan, and Xiaoyan ran over and hugged and kissed the boy.

Only then did Yun Da know that he was self-inflicted, and Xiaoyan had a heart, so he didn't want to mention it in his heart. After helping to get those people ashore, he got into Uncle Chen's tent.

Uncle Chen saw what was on his mind, smiled and comforted him, and said: "Some things are not the same as they seem on the surface, don't be too persistent, maybe you miss it, it's good for you." And he also gave the paintings he had painted in the past few days to Yun Da, and reminded him to collect them, saying that one day these paintings would be useful.

There are three paintings, and we see one of them.

Two more? Hearing this, I interrupted him and asked, "Brother Yun, what about the other two?" ”

Yun Da lowered his head and said, "It's sold." ”

"Sold? If someone else gives it to you, how can you say that you will sell it? I asked, glaring.

Yun Da also glared and said, "After so many years, a few paintings, what am I keeping them for?" I didn't know I was going to run into you. ”

Yan Qiu asked, "Then can you describe to us what those two paintings look like?" What did you draw? ”

Yun Da didn't answer Yan Qiu, but started rummaging through his own pile of paintings, flipped through them for a long time, took out two paintings and handed them to us and said, "This is what I copied, although it is much worse, but the content is almost the same." ”

We took the painting and saw a picture of a dead tree on it, and a pot on the table.

As soon as Jiang Li saw the painting of the pot, he shouted: "Turbidity." ”

There is nothing to see about the turbidity pot, everyone knows it. But that tree is the same tree we see on the table in the hall, in the mirage of the mirage.

I hurriedly asked, "Is that the other two paintings?" Is there no one in front of this tree? ”

Yun Da shook his head and said, "There are no people, but my painting is much different from the original painting." ”

Yan Qiu asked, "What's the difference?" ”

Without waiting for Yun Da to speak, Jiang Li asked again: "What about later?" After sending the painting, what happened? ”