There are many interpretations of art, especially after entering the modern society, it has become all-encompassing, and it is difficult to interpret and describe it in a sentence or even a paragraph, because even human beings themselves may not be able to clearly say the definition of art.

Or, irresponsibly and rudely generalized, works that feel okay but have no specific use can be called art.

Because once it has a specific role, it will be divided into a utilitarian framework and a specific practical excavation, and it will lose the kind of aesthetic it should have.

Liang Chuan didn't remind the loving little couple that if they are really obsessed with art and those hands, then buying those hands back, and then accompanying the owners of those hands home is also a good life experience for real literary young people.

Walking out of the exhibition hall, bidding farewell to the human organ carving works, a cold wind blew in his face, Liang Chuan shook his coat, this day, a little cold.

Behind the exhibition hall is a large glass room, which is divided into several small compartments, and dozens of tourists are visiting here, including many foreign friends.

In some of the smaller halls, apprentices or masters are carving their own works, and they seem to have become accustomed to working under the watchful eye of others, and even have some interaction with the visitors around them.

Sculpture is a kind of high and low art, in the real sense of the people who like it and are willing to spend money to buy it, there are not many people, but this "Zhumen carving" has taken the commercial operation to an extreme, it can make the few visitors who come in to further feel the atmosphere of the carving art, and participate in it at the same time.

Of course

In the end, it will definitely make many people willing to spend money to buy some works to collect back.

Compared with the simple and crude sales methods of some other art attractions, it is too much higher.

There are more people watching the big sculptures, and some people are carving gadgets, but there are fewer people looking at them, after all, most people are just watching the fun.

Liang Chuan walked to the front of a young man's glass workshop, who was squatting on the ground, carving a small stone carving, which was a foot, no, a foot with shoes on, to be exact.

The feet are very small, can be held with one hand, and they are three-inch golden lotus.

Liang Chuan stood on the side, watching quietly alone, and the young man in a white sweater was also quietly carving, and there was no communication between the two.

After about half an hour, the young man put away the knife, rubbed his wrist, picked up the work, and a small "three-inch golden lotus" was completed.

"How?"

The young man looked at Liang Chuan, who had been standing on the side for a long time.

"How much?" Liang Chuan asked.

"One thousand two. The young man said a number.

Liang Chuan nodded,

"I want it. ”

In fact, Liang Chuan fell in love with the style on the embroidered shoes, and he thought that those grandmothers should like it very much, and after he bought it, he could let the aunts who lived in the countryside as weavers make a batch of this and come out without worrying about sales.

The young man seems to be very satisfied with Liang Chuan's cheerfulness, thinking that Liang Chuan knows how to appreciate his works;

This is his own mistake, the three-inch golden lotus was very popular in ancient times, and the aesthetic atmosphere of men's deformity and perversion has destroyed generations of women with small feet, and now, most men's aesthetics in that area have become much healthier and normal.

When I think of the three-inch golden lotus, I think of the footcloth, I think of the stench, I think of the deformity, I think of the perversion and distortion, Liang Chuan really can't appreciate this thing, but those old grandmothers who are old and about to die are estimated to be very good.

"Here, wrap up this gentleman. ”

The young man waved, and a waiter came up and picked up the work.

"Would you like a cup of tea?" the young man extended an invitation to Liang Chuan.

Liang Chuan nodded, and followed the young man to the courtyard at the back, there was a pavilion closed with glass, and the two of them sat there, the air conditioning was on, but they didn't feel cold, but unfortunately it wasn't a snowy day, otherwise it was really pleasant to sit here and enjoy the snow warmly.

The waiter served the tea, and Liang Chuan took a sip and frowned slightly, which was much worse than the tea made with cinnabar.

"Sir is not satisfied with the tea?" asked the young man.

Liang Chuan nodded, "Taiji." ”

"............" young people.

The young man didn't expect Liang Chuan to be so direct, and smiled a little embarrassedly at the moment, "This is tea for entertaining visitors, and please bear with me." ”

Liang Chuan nodded.

"This is my business card. The young man handed over a business card.

The name of "Zhu Chenyang" is written on the business card, which is printed in the shape of a fine pen similar to carving, which is very textured, and the official seal of "Zhumen carving" is below.

"Are you the master here?" asked Liang Chuan.

"I'm not, my father is. Zhu Chenyang replied.

"When I came in, the works in the exhibition hall were Ling Zun's handwritings?"

"Exactly. Zhu Chenyang said modestly, "I am not skilled enough, and I don't have the face to put my works on display for the time being, by the way, behind the pavilion where we are is my father's workshop, but unfortunately, outsiders are not allowed to disturb there, it is my son, if you want to enter his workshop, you have to ask for his permission in advance." ”

Liang Chuan picked up the tea again, took a sip, and then decided not to drink it.

This time, when Cinnabar has no guests, he likes to come to Liang Chuan for tea, and gradually raises Liang Chuan's mouth.

At this time, an old man came and opened the glass door.

"Master Gong, what's wrong?" Zhu Chenyang got up and asked politely, obviously, this Master Gong's status in the "Zhumen Carving" is not low.

"The master hasn't been out for a day. Master Gong said with some concern.

Master?

Liang Chuan carefully tasted Zhu Chenyang's accent just now, and gradually realized that this "Zhumen carving" is not a native of Rongcheng, it should be from Hong Kong, no wonder he just heard Zhu Chenyang speak, his accent is a little strange, probably mixed with Cantonese, Mandarin and Sichuan.

"Isn't my father often like this?" Zhu Chenyang said.

"But this time is different, the tea and food that the next person sent to the door have not touched it, nor have they taken it in. Master Gong said worriedly, "The master is old, so he shouldn't work so selflessly." ”

"I see, I'm going to knock on the door and ask. Zhu Chenyang knew that this Master Gong was worried about his father's body, but he didn't dare to disturb his father, because his father's temper had become a little strange in the past two years, and he was usually very angry that someone disturbed him when he was creating, but as a son of man, he had to care about his father's body.

Even if you are desperately at the risk of being scolded, you have to persuade you.

"Sir, you sit here for a while, and soon someone will pack those three-inch golden lotus and send it here. Zhu Chenyang said apologetically to Liang Chuan.

"You're busy. Liang Chuan responded.

Zhu Chenyang left, but Master Gong stood in place for a while, Liang Chuan noticed that Master Gong's hands were scarred, which should be regarded as a kind of occupational disease, after all, after years of carving, the wear and tear on his hands is unavoidable.

Liang Chuan looked at the back of the courtyard again, which was also a glass house, which was smaller than the area visited by the tourists in front, but it was covered with a black cloth from the inside, which looked very solemn.

This shape,

It looks a bit like a coffin.

"Hiss .................."

There was a harsh grinding sound, as if someone was cutting the cloth quickly with a knife,

Followed by

The black cloth draped in the workshop fell off directly, like an old coffin being opened, Liang Chuan frowned slightly, at this moment, his eyes were a little sore.

Just as the old coffin stinks after it is opened,

When the black cloth of the workshop was lifted and the bare 、、、 was revealed, Liang Chuan felt a little dazzling.

"Sir!"

Master Gong on the side suddenly shouted and hurriedly ran out of the small pavilion.

Liang Chuan rubbed his eyes and looked over,

Inside the glass room, there is a new "work".

An old man,

Nailed to glass, feet in the air, hands propped out.

got up, left the pavilion, and walked over, Liang Chuan walked directly into the workshop along the entrance, where Zhu Chenyang and Master Gong were already holding the old man's feet and crying.

Man is obviously dead,

And he died very artistically.

Before, when I looked at it on the back, it wasn't very clear, but now when I look inside, it's a bit "pleasing to the eye".

The old man's arms were pierced by awls, and there were nails on his thighs, and the whole person was nailed to the glass wall, of course, the most beautiful nail was still in the position of the old man's neck, which was a silver nail, shining in the sunset, shining with its unique brilliance.

A bit of a tribute to the crucified Jesus.

The old man's blood had long since coagulated, and it had been flowing down the glass for a long time, adding a touch of solemn color.

Liang Chuan stepped forward and reached out to lift the old man's coat, which was a piece of clothing similar to pajamas, black, which should have been very supple, but at this time, it looked a little sticky because it was soaked with too much blood.

Lifted off the clothes,

The old man's chest was exposed,

The left and right ribcages are completely hollowed out,

The organs inside have long been taken away,

But there are also things deliberately placed inside, which are two small stone carvings.

The stone carving on the left chest is a Pixiu,

On the right is a Xuanwu,

The implication is very clear;

Even if you die, you must be so calm that you will never be able to live beyond your life.

Zhu Chenyang was still crying, and so was Master Gong,

Liang Chuan silently took out his mobile phone and dialed Wu Dahai's phone:

"Hey, Chuan'er. Wu Dahai answered the phone.

"Hey, Officer Twilight. "Liang Chuan.

".................." Wu Dahai.