Chen Xing looked at the yacht opposite and thought about it.

Until a voice called Chen Xing's name, this feeling of being seen by someone who knew him was ugly made him wake up instantly, coughed lightly twice to relieve the embarrassment, and then shouted with a smile: "Mr. Knausgaard." ”

"Just call me Carl." He also said with a smile.

Today's Karkenausgaard still has the temperament of a middle-aged handsome, black and gray coat and a thick scarf, which has the feeling of a poet.

Standing on this side with Chen Xing, he basically attracted the attention of ninety percent of the women on the road.

Carl looked at the place where Chen Xing was in a daze just now, showed an ambiguous smile, and led him to the Munch Museum.

"Are you looking at those girls?"

"It's really nice to be young, so to speak."

"Haha."

Carl laughed, but this smile was not a mockery, but he felt that Chen Xing's answer was very honest.

"You are really different from the Chinese people I know."

Chen Xing shrugged his shoulders.

In Paris, people often say this about him, maybe he is too confident in the system, Chen Xing is still very honest in terms of honesty, and he feels that there is no need to say those hypocritical words.

But if others praise too much, he will still be a little modest.

Anyway, after super zero, if you don't accept it, you do it.

With Karl's age, it is estimated that he knows those people in China who are about fifty years old, whether they are in the cultural circle or not, the generation gap between them and Chen Xing's generation will be deeper than that of the Mariana Trench, and the concept is completely different.

Mr. Knausgaard's full name is Karl Ove Knausgaard.

If you read a lot, you will probably have seen his name, and he is an indispensable cultural symbol in the modern Norwegian cultural circle, and his published works have won a large number of cultural awards.

His masterpiece is "Mein Kampf"

That's right, the name of the autobiography published by the German mustache, coincidentally he also wrote an autobiography.

So when you find this book in the library with admiration, and hold it with trembling hands, and a certain whistle tune comes to mind, please don't get excited, and look at the author's name.

It's possible that you're reading a book written by Knausgaard.

Of course, Chen Xing hasn't read it, and his reading volume is gradually increasing now, but he also reads Chinese literature and French literature, and occasionally looks at the English version, that's all...... After all, he doesn't speak Norwegian, so what does he pay attention to other people's literature?

It wasn't until he received the phone call yesterday that Chen Xing urgently supplemented his information.

"Star, I can call you that, right?"

"Absolutely, it's my pleasure."

"You must be wondering why I'm looking for you, but we don't have to worry about this question first, there are a lot of works full of art in the Munch Museum, and I haven't been here for a long time, so we can take a look together."

"Didn't you think I've been here these days?"

"Oh, it doesn't matter, yesterday afternoon nearly half of the Munch Museum's works were sent to Italy for exchange, and today a special exhibition was put on a large number of Munch's photographs."

"Oh? He's still a photographer? ”

"He's always considered himself an amateur photographer, so there are very few photos of him on display in museums, but I think it's better than shouting."

As a Norwegian, Karl actually found Munch's cry boring?

But Chen Xing agrees.

He had seen it on the Internet, and he didn't like the style of shouting.

It's not a question of whether the painting is good or not, Chen Xing, as a person who only watches comedies when watching movies, hates the most is to accept the negative emotions from others from various angles. And the depression, confusion and helplessness in the shouting are the negative emotions he doesn't like.

Whether it's good or not, whether you like it or not is a personal matter.

"I'm just talking to an acquaintance." Carl said.

There was nothing to be done, as if a Norwegian should like this painting.

Without the shouts, there were far fewer people in the Munch Museum.

In the bright exhibition hall, visitors stop in groups to admire the paintings, and the whispers and whispers of everyone do not affect the interest of other tourists, but only strengthen the silence in the museum.

The corridor is neat and clean, and only the sound of footsteps can be heard walking in it.

All the paintings in the Munch Museum, even those works by artists who are not Munch, are all of that kind of element with a strong sense of ambiguity, and this style makes those who see these paintings like it very much, and those who don't like it can't understand it at all.

Chen Xing pays attention to the colors in it, and can experience the emotions in the painting even without looking at the brushstrokes.

Walking to an area, the works on the wall suddenly changed from paintings to black and white photographs.

The subjects of these photos are scattered.

There are a lot of selfies, at home, on the grass, on the beach, and then there are also scenery, portraits.

The photos are technically ......

How to put it, it's so-so, and it's not even technical.

However, from these large number of photos, Chen Xing's mind magically emerged the environment in which Munch lived at that time, so that when he recalled the previous paintings, he suddenly seemed to understand what those vague things were.

Is this still a mosaic cracker?

Chen Xing sees in the introduction to one of the photos:

Munch's photographs are technically imperfect, but as photographs, they are unconventional, they are significant, and they allow the viewer to look at them from a psychological point of view. To date, no other photo has had such an effect. ’

Probably right.

Chen Xing straightened up and looked into the distance, there was nothing left there, and people were stopped by a movable pole, indicating that the lower half of the area was temporarily closed.

"Nice work." Chen Xing said to Carl.

"If you like it." Carl smiled, his hand in the pocket of his coat and his eyes on the photos, "Actually, I also like photography, but I'm not proficient in it. I think it's a way for those of us who can't draw to retain time. ”

Chen Xing shook his head when he heard it and said: "Photography is not a substitute for painting, if you only talk about keeping time, then the effect of photography is much better than painting." ”

He also studied painting in order to be able to paint scenery that is different from reality.

Let's talk about the ancient country of Loulan, people can only see a large number of broken walls and ruins in reality, these things indicate that this place was a prosperous city many years ago, no matter how beautiful it used to be, now it is only yellow sand and walls reproduced in the camera.

But in the eyes of some people, Loulan is alive.

He is brand new, colored, busy, and full of people.

How does this picture unfold?

Then you can only rely on painting.

Don't say anything about network mapping or AI drawing, those things can only be used as illustrations or covers in books, and they can't be praised on the altar of art at a high price, because they lack a soul.

Thinking a little far away, Chen Xing came back to his senses and heard Carl say.

"Maybe I'm too greedy, I want to record the present, but also want to restore the picture of the past."

His tone was a little embarrassed, and Chen Xing instinctively felt that he had something on his mind.

Then he definitely didn't know him when he asked himself out this time, but he had something to help him with, but what did a well-known writer need his help with, it wouldn't be to take pictures, right?

Possibly, this is the skill that I have shown to the outside world anyway.

After about half an hour of visiting the Munch Museum, which had lost a lot of works, the two came out and walked along the beach, and Karl said: "I remember Munch also said something about photography, he said that photography is not as good as painting after all, because it cannot depict heaven or hell." ”

Chen Xing said with a smile: "As a photographer, I absolutely disagree with this sentence. ”

Can't shoot heaven?

Isn't the Loulan series he filmed some time ago heaven?

If the painters don't approve of it, then Chen Xing will have to see if they can go to their God's territory and paint a picture.

Hell......

This can also be filmed, but Chen Xing is unwilling to shoot.

Hell is everywhere in real life, especially in fast-paced cities, and it's a photographer's job to find that little bit of beauty in hell.

was mentioned by Carl, and Chen Xing suddenly wanted to shoot something realistic.

This great writer and Chen Xing asked a lot of photography knowledge, and they listened very carefully, and sometimes asked rhetorical questions, Chen Xing suddenly had a feeling that he was teaching students, so he joked:

"Mr. Knausgaard, are you going to change careers and come and fight for my job?"

"Maybe."

He stopped to look at the sea, wiped his hair very forcefully, and said, "The last book of my life will be published soon, and this is my last book." Or I could say that my career as a writer officially ended three months ago. ”

"You're not going to write anymore?"

"I won't write it."

Chen Xing really felt strange at this time.

Let's talk about "Mein Kampf", 500,000 copies have been sold in Norway alone, and you must know that the whole of Norway combined is only more than 5 million, which means that one out of ten Norwegians has read his book.

He published the book at a rate of one a year and won seven or eight international literary awards.

A writer of this level closed his pen at the age of 50?

Chen Xing was still surprised, but Carl took out a thick, but uncovered, book from the bag he was carrying, handed it to Chen Xing, and said, "You shouldn't have read the books in front of me, right?" I'll give you this book first, and I'll have someone deliver it to your hotel tomorrow. ”

Taking over this book without a cover, very concise as if he had printed it out himself, Chen Xing probably knew what Knausgauyo was doing when he came out on his own.

But he didn't want to ask, and said with a smile: "That's great, I hope it's French or Chinese, you know, I don't have much confidence in my Norwegian reading." ”

It's not just that I don't have faith, I don't know anything.

Open this book without a cover and no title, the title page inside is not a familiar title, a publishing house or something, there is only a handwritten sentence on it - I am finally not a writer!

Are non-writers so happy?

Chen Xing is very puzzled, his first work will be released on January 1 next year, and after the release of this book, Chen Xing can also say that he is a writer.

Photographer, writer, painter.

Or add a travel, travel photographer, travel writer...... These are definitely the dreams he told his teacher when he was a child, and it's great to be able to realize them one by one now.

I was still yearning for my future life as a writer, and suddenly a big writer shouted: "I'm finally not a writer!" ”

This feeling made Chen Xing indescribable.

Hearing Chen Xing say this, Carl was suddenly stunned for a moment, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to take back the book, but fortunately he held back.

This is a given away book, and it can't be taken back even if it's a souvenir.

At this time, Chen Xing turned to the second page, was stunned for a moment, and then turned to the third and fourth pages......

He knows all these words, and some of them may be able to guess a little bit of meaning, but he really can't understand them, they are all written in Norwegian.

Closing the book, Chen Xing looked at Carl.

The fifty-year-old uncle suddenly touched his head with laughter, chose not to look at Chen Xing, and turned to look at the ocean.

It's so embarrassing to forget that Chen Xing can't read Norwegian.

After a while, he looked at Chen Xing and said:

"I'm sure you can see that I want to use my personal photo on the cover of this book, and some of your works have also been exhibited in Oslo, just inside the Munch Museum, and I walked in by chance and thought the people you photographed were very interesting."

Chen Xing has many titles in France, and the one he shouts the loudest is 'Portrait Magician', because Chen Xing can always shoot a person with a sense of story.

General photography can take a picture of an ancient town and an ancient building with a sense of story, but in commercial photography where many modules are fixed, the model can also be photographed with a sense of story, which is a test of the photographer's kung fu.

No, it's still very model-friendly.

Chen Xing thought for a while, and said with a little embarrassment: "But I haven't taken commercial photography for a long time. ”

"It doesn't matter, what I want to invite you to shoot is not a commercial photography, Xing, this is my last book, I have condensed all my feelings into this work, I don't want the cover of this book to be a mediocre thing."

He wanted to have a piece of his own work, just like painters have self-portraits.

But self-portraits?

What a thing that was behind the times!

Carl's tone was a little excited, put his hands on Chen Xing's shoulders, looked at him and said:

"I believe you, you just said that you can, use the charm of photography, put me in the book, me in hell and me in heaven, put it in your camera, I believe that only you can do it, really, I beg you."

Wow! You ask for that!

Chen Xing looked down at the book Carl had given him.

Carl also followed his gaze and looked at the book, and immediately regretted that he wanted to slap himself.

Why did you forget that Chen Xing is a foreigner and doesn't understand Norwegian writing? I blame myself for staying in Oslo for too long.

"Don't worry, money isn't an issue, I know you don't shoot portraits for anyone alone these days, but can I buy it, or rather, customize the word? Can you accept customization? ”

Chen Xing frowned.

It's too difficult for you to make this request, what kind of hell you are in the book.

"It's just the cover of a book, but I'm sure I'll keep it in my house, so please don't think of it as one of the portraits you've taken before, well......" Carl thought for a moment and said, "I don't know how much your work sells now, but I'm willing to customize this photo for the price of your top-of-the-line work." ”

"Hiss......"

Chen Xing gasped.

"I'm not saying it's unacceptable, I just think it's difficult, eh, but aren't we friends now, money and everything is a small thing, okay, okay, I'm willing to take this picture for you." Chen Xing said with a sigh.

(End of chapter)