The whiteness of the saints, the whiteness of the saints!

Lu Ann saw the infinite and the absolute in a blank slate!

After drawing three sketches with different ideas in one go, Lu An slowly stopped writing, and when he looked up at the other side of the lake again, there was already a clear place, only the picture of the wind blowing the willows.

He understood that with the passage of time, the positions of the sun and the earth had changed relatively, and the false whiteness of the light and shadow had disappeared.

Looking at the pavilion steps on the other side of the lake for a long time, Lu An was full of emotion, and he really responded to that sentence: if you have the intention to plant flowers and flowers will not bloom, you will not have the intention to plant willows and willows.

The scene I saw today was like a miracle, and the things recorded in the sketchbook were like divine presence, and it was too serendipitous.

Walking along the path to the exit, Lu An was not in a hurry to go, first sat quietly in the van for a while, sublimated the scene he saw before, and then felt that he had thoroughly digested and grasped it, and then called Yu Guanzhi on a whim.

As soon as the phone was connected, he asked, "Comrade Yu, are you busy?" ”

Yu Guanzhi had just woken up from a nap at this time, and before he got up, he stretched his waist and said, "Your name has changed, and you met a happy thing today?" ”

Lu Anshen said mysteriously: "I have realized the Tao today. ”

"Enlightenment?"

Yu Wan didn't react for a while, and asked after a while: "You found inspiration again?" ”

"No, inspiration can't describe what I've seen and heard today," Luan said. ”

Yu Guanzhi stretched the bed behind his left hand, half-sat up and asked, "How does it compare to "Eternity" and "Untitled"?" ”

Lu An pondered and said: "It's hard to say, I haven't officially started painting yet, and everything is still in the sketchbook, but I call today's things miracles, and maybe I won't have this feeling again in the future." ”

It was the first time I heard Lu An say so solemn and mysterious, Yu Guanzhi immediately paid attention to it, and couldn't wait to ask: "Then when will you start writing." ”

Lu An said: "I am in Xuanwu Lake now, and I will do it when I go back." ”

Then he added, "I'm more anxious than you." ”

Yu Guanzhi looked at the calendar and found that he couldn't leave today and tomorrow, so he said, "I'll come over in the morning." ”

Luan said yes.

In fact, he didn't know why he wanted to inform Yu Guanzhi?

He felt that this kind of important moment was worth sharing with his Bole.

After ending the call, Lu An ate a cold noodle at a roadside stall, and then drove back to NTU quickly.

Hurried back to the studio, he closed the door, unloaded the BB battery, unplugged the telephone line, turned on all the lights, set up the easel and canvas, and began to paint wholeheartedly.

In fact, this oil painting has lofty intentions, but the content is minimalist.

What appears in the center of the canvas has long been conceived by Lu An. First of all, there is a white face, this white wall, there are doors and windows on the wall, in front of the door are steps, on the right side of the steps is a willow tree, the willow treetop extends a pavilion tentacles, and the white wall is covered with black tiles.

And then it's the final thing, it's still white, and the lenses in front of the steps are white, which symbolizes the lake.

There are not many things in the painting, it is mainly a kind of artistic conception.

Because the painting is a "pregnancy" that intuition takes place in a moment. At this moment, Lu An's soul was melted by a piece of "white", and all the white was turned into Lu An, which was the moment of forgetting the self and forgetting the self, the moment of self-spirituality, and the moment of the reflection of the Tao.

Standing in front of the easel for a long time, when the emotions were brewing in place, Lu An's closed eyes suddenly opened in the "white" of the fugue, and without saying much, he picked up the paintbrush with his right hand and started painting.

From the afternoon to the evening, and then to the early morning, Lu An didn't move much in front of the easel like a sculpture, if it weren't for the brushes moving, if it weren't for the eyes becoming more and more intense, they would have thought that he had turned into a flying immortal.

In this way, it was not until after 5 o'clock in the morning that he stopped writing, and he seemed to be rejuvenated.

Then he felt very hungry and hungry, but his spirit was still full and bright.

With a little stiffness and a little numb legs, Lu Ann sat down on the sofa and watched his masterpiece from afar.

Yes, he arrogantly called it a masterpiece! The pinnacle of artistic conception, like a fairy pen, extremely satisfied!

What should I choose?

"Dao?"

"The whiteness of the saint?"

Or, "A blank slice?" ”

He shook his head, and felt that the name "miracle" seemed to be awesome, and it was not impossible.

After sitting on the couch for half an hour, he couldn't take it anymore and ran to the kitchen to order a bowl of noodles.

During this period, he put on the battery of the BB machine, plugged in the telephone line, and then ate the noodles without any image, a large bowl of noodles, he took less than 3 minutes, and then the dishes and chopsticks were not put away, so he fell asleep on the sofa.

“tingting”

The BB machine rang, and Luan didn't respond at first.

“tingting”

Ringing again, he was still asleep.

"Jingle bell jingle bell."

This time, the BB machine stopped calling, and the phone began to make noise when changing landlines.

The piercing ringing bell finally woke Lu An up, annoyed him, frowned, and then reluctantly reached out to take the earpiece, his eyes didn't bother to open, and he said, "Hey? ”

"Boss, I'm back from Yangcheng." This is Zeng Ziqian's voice.

"Oh."

Lu An sighed and asked, "Is there anything else?" ”

Zeng Ziqian looked at Wu Ying next to her in a daze, "No, but Wu"

Hearing the word "no", Lu An didn't want to continue listening, so he hung up the phone directly, slowly squirmed down, adjusted his posture and continued to sleep.

Hearing the sound of "toot" on the phone, Zeng Ziqian was very helpless, and turned her head sideways to Wu Ying and said, "Miss Wu, don't worry, the boss couldn't be contacted yesterday, maybe he was painting." ”

Wu Ying didn't come from Baoqing with Ye Run and Meng Qingshui this time, because she came with her sister. My sister is a newly graduated flight attendant who is going to report to an airline in Shanghai.

The reason why she wanted to contact Lu An was because she was dragged by her friend Liu Hui and gave him something.

As a result, from last night to noon today, she has not been able to contact Lu An, and then she is a little anxious, it is a classmate and friend, how can she sit idly by when she encounters this kind of thing?

So she didn't say a word, hurriedly took a taxi to Bubusheng, and happened to bump into Zeng Ziqian, who had just returned from Yangcheng.

Then there was the scene just now.

Lu An is a painter, and Wu Ying and Liu Hui both know it.

After all, on the eve of his college entrance examination, he was specially recruited by the Central Academy of Fine Arts and Nankai University, but he was rejected, which caused a great sensation in Baoqing No. 1 Middle School at that time.

Later, some newspapers in Jinling reported the words such as the painter Lu An, the auction and the famous work "Jinling Rainy Night", and Liu Hui and Wu Ying, who secretly followed him, naturally immediately linked the great painter Lu An in the newspaper with the Lu An they knew.

It's just that these things have been hidden in the hearts of the two girls and have not been picked out.

The reason for not picking on it is very simple: if you don't pick it, everyone can get along how they should get along on weekdays, and classmates are good friends. But once it is clear, the huge disparity in identity will make them feel pressured, and will make them not know how to get along with Lu An?

Therefore, after Liu Hui and Wu Ying secretly communicated with each other, they tacitly chose the smartest way.

Wu Ying instinctively wanted to ask where Lu An's studio was?

But when the words came to his lips, he temporarily changed his mind, and nodded with Zeng Ziqian: "Okay, I'll contact him later." ”

Leaving Bu Sheng, the sister who became a flight attendant asked: "The Lu An you are looking for is a painter?" ”

Wu Ying said yes.

My sister casually asked, "How is his painting?" ”

Wu Ying said: "It's okay. ”

Fortunately, my sister suddenly lost interest in continuing to talk about this topic.

Wu Ying squinted at her sister, thinking that if I said that his paintings were worth tens of millions, I couldn't tell you that you wouldn't have this attitude.

Strange to say, sometimes she will have a kind of jealousy towards this sister, they are all born to the same parents, and the sister who inherits her father's genes can handle her appearance and figure; But like her mother, everything seems so ordinary.

said that they were sisters, but in the eyes of outsiders, they didn't feel like they were shaving. The two sisters walked out together, and the eyes of the others were focused on the elder sister, and they both praised the elder sister, but they automatically ignored her.

It was a terrible experience.

The only consolation is that my sister's college is not as good as hers.

Two hours later, the BB machine ringing woke Lu Ann up again.

This time he was less sleepy, and his spirits were much better. The most obvious feature is that the pants are about to be fucking pierced! The pants that had been baggy are now uncomfortably tight.

Tee was stronger, and Lu An couldn't even see it himself, so he took a pillow to cover it.

Then he yawned and looked at the number displayed on the small screen of the BB machine, and found that he didn't know it, it was an unfamiliar number.

However, thinking that ordinary people didn't know their BB machine number, Lu An didn't dare to slack off, and immediately called back.

As soon as the phone rang, Huang Ting's soft voice came from there, "Lu An, where are you?" ”

Lu An replied, "I'm in the studio, what about you?" Is my sister-in-law's business busy? ”

Huang Ting said: "I'm done. I couldn't contact you yesterday, I'm dying, don't you want me? ”

Shaking left and right, Lu An said: "I want to, but what's the use of thinking, I can't see you." ”

Huang Ting asked, "Do you really miss me?" ”

Lu An said: "If it is fake! ”

Huang Ting asked, "Do you really want to see me?" ”

Lu An said viciously: "Of course, I can't wait to hold you in my arms now." ”

Huang Ting asked again: "Husband, do you believe that your dreams come true?" ”

Lu An blurted out: "Faith, I dreamed of having a beautiful daughter-in-law like you when I was a child. ”

Huang Ting smiled and said, "Then you close your eyes and meditate on me in your mind, and I'll be there soon!" ”

Lu An asked, "What if I don't arrive?" ”

Huang Ting said: "That is, the heart is not successful, punish you for reciting 100 silently "Huang Ting, I love you", there must be everything." ”

PS: The express is here, it's time to perform a wave of pride that launches two billions in one go.

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I went to run errands this afternoon, and I came back

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