The light snow stopped in the evening, and the heavy clouds in the sky were carried away by the north wind.

The flickering stars appeared again in the night, and in Chen Li'an's room, the tungsten lamp emitted light and heat, illuminating the whole room.

In front of the erected easel, Chen Li'an and Bai Qing each held a paintbrush to paint colors on the large black and white photographs.

The two of them painted together on a painting, with different brushstrokes, but there was a natural tacit understanding, and the dazzling colors were combined together in an unexpected fit.

There is no verbal communication and exchange between the two people, and when the brushes are staggered, it is like a heart and a soul, filling in the missing piece for each other.

As the colors on the photos became more and more, the frequency of the two people's flower lakes began to slow down, and the brushes in their hands were changed to the smallest size, detailing every detail.

The black-and-white photographs are taken from an extremely depressing angle of the Gaomen mansion, symbolizing etiquette and class, symbolizing bondage and oppression, and the colorful human image is a bird trapped in a net, struggling even to break its wings.

The face of the person depicted in the photograph is blurred, and it does not refer to anyone, but it can be anyone

After more than an hour, the two of them put down their brushes at the same time, detached from the passion of creation, and looked at the freshly finished painting in front of them in a daze.

After a long while, Chen Li'an muttered, "We succeeded."

Bai Qing seemed to have exhausted all her strength, leaning on Chen Li'an's shoulder, a tear slipped from the corner of her eye, she saw herself in this painting, she saw herself who insisted on painting but was not understood, and she saw herself struggling in a dilapidated single room.

"Chen Li'an, thank you."

Chen Li'an leaned back in his chair, his hands hanging on the ground, and the paintbrush in his hand was dotted with a touch of bright red on the dusty ground.

Chen Li'an, whose brain seemed to have been hollowed out, listened to Bai Qing's thanks and did not react, he also had a thank you in his heart, but he didn't have the strength to say it now.

The two snuggled up to each other and sat in front of the painting speechless for a long time

The next day, the sun was just right, and the rising sun was like a red egg on a full moon wine, round and bright with a strong sense of joy.

Chen Li'an sat in front of the mirror, surrounded by a bed sheet with holes, and Bai Qing stood behind him with scissors, cutting his hair little by little.

Chen Li'an tilted his head slightly, looked at the uneven hair in the mirror, and couldn't help but say, "Can't I go out and cut my hair?" ”

The cold light of the scissors made a metallic grinding sound between the opening and closing, making Chen Li'an's slightly raised body sit back again.

Bai Qing tilted his head and pressed Chen Li'an's shoulder and said, "No, I've always wanted to try cutting someone's hair, but no one will let me cut it except you." ”

"Then can you cut it well, I have to take my friends to see the art exhibition today." Chen Li'an looked at Bai Qing in the mirror and whispered his opinion.

"I try." Bai Qing held a cigarette in one hand and scissors in the other, more like a murderer than a barber.

Bai Qing took a puff of cigarette lightly, and the scissors in his hand clicked to cut off a bit of broken hair around Chen Li'an's ear, looking serious as if he was screwing a rocket.

"Who is your friend today?" Bai Qing flicked the cigarette butt, and a piece of gray ash fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Chen Li'an lowered his head and looked at the cigarette ash at his feet covered by the falling broken hair, and replied softly: "Zhang Guorong." ”

When Bai Qing heard this, his thin eyebrows raised, and he seemed to be surprised that the friendship between Chen Li'an and Zhang Guorong was unexpectedly deep.

But after thinking about it, it seems that he has never taken the initiative to understand Chen Li'an's life, nor has he understood his social circle.

"He came from Xiangjiang to see the exhibition?" Bai Qing glanced at the cigarette butt that was about to burn and threw it on the ground, and continued to ask, "He likes art?" ”

The cigarette butt fell to the ground and burned, giving off a mushy smell.

Chen Li'an sniffled, knowing that the art Bai Qing was talking about here was oil painting, not film or music, so he explained: "He came over for a vacation, and by the way, he was not very interested in oil painting. ”

Bai Qing nodded lightly and did not continue to talk about this topic, Zhang Guorong is a big star, but she does not chase stars, her idol is Georgia O. Giffer, the mother of modern art in the United States.

Chen Li'an's long hair was constantly cut under Bai Qing's scissors, and the fine broken hair kept falling, and soon Chen Li'an changed from a melancholy male god to a sunny and cheerful boy.

Looking at himself with short hair in the mirror, Chen Li'an was a little unaccustomed, and Bai Qing's technique was not very good, and the tips of his hair were not trimmed evenly, but if he looked closely, he was very layered.

Bai Qing was very satisfied with his work, and his white and tender little hands gently flicked on Chen Li'an's hair, carefully sweeping off all the broken hair.

Looking at Chen Li'an in the mirror, Bai Qing hugged his chin from behind and pressed his chin against the top of his head, blinked his crescent-like eyes and said softly, "You are so good-looking." ”

"Because the hair is well cut?" Chen Li'an smiled, grabbed Bai Qing's hand and asked, "Can I think you're boasting?" ”

Bai Qing pulled his palm out of Chen Li'an's hand, touched his chin and said, "Of course not, you are already good-looking, and your good looks make people jealous, I really want to lock you up at home, so let me appreciate it alone." ”

"I'm not a cat or a dog, even if I have a cat, I still want to climb the wall and go out for a walk."

"You're the cat that steals hearts."

Chen Li'an didn't know whether Bai Qing was stealing his heart or stealing fish, anyway, he was not a loyal dog.

"Are you going to the exhibition today?" Chen Li'an ruffled his hair, took off the sheet on his body and asked.

"No, I'm going to the Old Summer Palace Painters' Village to find Ji Fa."

Bai Qing sat on the edge of the bed and swayed his legs, wearing a pair of white thick cotton socks on his feet, and his toes curled up restlessly.

"What is she doing in the Painters' Village?" Chen Li'an asked suspiciously.

Bai Qing looked at Chen Li'an and explained: "Looking for a painter with the same potential as you, she is going to hold an exhibition of young Chinese artists in Europe next year." ”

"Alright then, I'll go to the exhibition myself." Chen Li'an nodded, cleaned up briefly and left.

Bai Qing in the room got off the bed, put on Chen Li'an's cotton slippers, and pulled out a box from under the bed.

The box was full of her clothes, and she had been staying here for days.

After picking out a set of clothes and changing them into, Bai Qing closed the door and went out.

After the uncle and aunt who were stacking briquettes in the yard saw Bai Qing leaving, they got together and joked: "Xiao Chen's girlfriend is so good-looking." ”

Bai Qing, who had just stepped out of the hospital, smiled very happily when he heard the words behind him.

Although not yet, sooner or later it will be.

……

The National Art Exhibition can be regarded as the most concerned art exhibition in the domestic art circle every year, bringing together the works of artists from all over the country, and also represents official recognition.

The gold content of the national art exhibition is still very high, and the first day of the exhibition brought together painters from all over the country.

However, there are relatively few foreign artists and art critics who know the process of the first day of the art exhibition and will not come to join in the fun.

Chen Li'an wears a knitted hat, which is not conspicuous in the crowd and does not have as many friends as other painters.

was just smoking in the corner of the entrance of the exhibition hall, Zhang Guorong and Wang Zuxian hadn't come yet, Chen Li'an was waiting for them.

The art exhibition was very formal...... To be precise, there are many forms, and Chen Li'an will have to go through the process when he receives Zhang Guorong and Wang Zuxian.

Naturally, the painters who can participate in the exhibition will also show up, and if they win the award, there will be more processes.

For example, there are links such as testimonials and thanks......

Chen Li'an still doesn't know if he has won the award, and he won't know until a while.

Fortunately, today's weather is good, the sun is warm now, and Chen Li'an is not too cold standing at the door.

It's just that Zhang Guorong and Wang Zuxian are indeed a little slow, so they are not willing to come again tomorrow, so they have to see if Chen Li'an has won the award today.

Chen Li'an waited at the door for more than ten minutes, and Zhang Guorong and Wang Zuxian arrived fully armed.

"You're too slow, you're going to start soon." Chen Li'an couldn't help but complain.

Zhang Guorong snorted arrogantly, took off the sunglasses on his face a little and said, "Zu Xian and I want to dress up, if we are recognized, we will steal your limelight." ”

Chen Li'an: "......, that's a lot of sense......

Wang Zuxian saw that Chen Li'an was alone, so she walked to the side and took off her gloves, took his hand and said apologetically: "It's me who got up late, don't blame my brother." ”

Chen Li'an's palm was a little cold, and after being held by Wang Zuxian, he suddenly warmed up a lot, and said to her with a smile: "It's okay, I'm just a little bored waiting." ”

"Alright, let's go inside, we're about to start." Chen Li'an pulled Wang Zuxian and walked inside.

Zhang Guorong followed behind, looked at Wang Zuxian as a bird, and muttered in a low voice: "Yesterday Bai taught you!" ”

The process of the exhibition is really cumbersome, first the speech of the leader of the cultural department and the speech of the leader of the association, followed by the sharing of some well-known artists.

The form is not artistic at all, it is very rigid, and Chen Li'an and the others are a little bored when they sit in the audience and listen.

But fortunately, the people who came to the stage also knew that the people who came today were all painters, and they didn't like this form, so they didn't make a long speech.

But even so, it took nearly an hour to complete the process.

Chen Li'an also showed his face on stage, and his work won the National Excellence Award.

Wang Zuxian and Zhang Guorong looked at Chen Li'an, who received the award, and they were all happy for him.

Wang Zuxian pulled Zhang Guorong with some excitement and asked, "Brother, is this award particularly powerful, the whole country." ”

"It should be very powerful, I don't know much about it." Zhang Guorong also doesn't understand the gold content of the National Art Exhibition.

"It must be very powerful, and the National Art Exhibition is very powerful when I hear it." Wang Zuxian said affirmatively, then took Zhang Guorong's arm and asked, "Then should I celebrate him?" Give him a gift? ”

Zhang Guorong glanced at Wang Zuxian speechlessly: "You have sent yourself to bed, what else to give?" ”

Wang Zuxian: Why is the mouth of the "......" brother so poisonous only in her? Why did you ...... when you were with Chen Li'an?

Chen Li'an on the stage looked at the trophy in his hand, and he was a little excited in his heart.

There are many award-winning works this year, and although Chen Li'an is only one of them, it still caused a lot of discussion.

Chen Li'an's previous film festival has made him famous in the circle, and those present have either been to the film festival, and those who have not seen the film festival have also heard of this name.

Especially when Chen Li'an's works were exhibited, many painters felt novel.

The style and painting method of "Awakening" are not the same as the mainstream in China, and they are different from the current mainstream realism and the gaudy art and popism that are in the early stage.

It is more like a combination of figuration and imagery, two very conflicting styles are well integrated, and the figurative figure is like a drop of water fused into the background of the image.

The background of the imagery is like an imaginary space derived from the inner world of the characters in the painting, which perfectly integrates the whole painting to form a very unique style.

Chen Li'an stood in front of his paintings and chatted with several painters about his creative inspiration and ideas, the artists' thinking is very divergent, and there is no fixed theme for the content involved in the chat.

Zhang Guorong and Wang Zuxian stood not far away and listened to a group of painters talking about all kinds of words in the clouds and mountains, and some looked at each other with a smile.

"Brother, I can't understand what they say." Wang Zuxian asked with some frustration.

Zhang Guorong's eyes under sunglasses also flashed a trace of thought, he has a certain understanding of art, but compared with these painters, it is much worse.

He once wanted to be a painter or designer, but then he gave up for some reasons, and now he prefers film and music, which are not so profound compared to art, whether they are movies or music, they are more popular, and there are not so many strange genres and isms.

"Hmm... You still need to learn more. Zhang Guorong pondered for a while and said: "There is a big difference between movies and oil paintings, and they are different in many aspects, so let's learn more about them in the future." ”

Movies are very popular and easy to understand, which is why film art has always had a low status in the art circle.

There are many people who like movies, far more than those who like art, but movies have carried certain entertainment and commercial attributes since the day they were born, which is destined to be the art of the public, not the art admired by a small group of people in the art circle.

The birth of oil painting is more about the painter's inner feelings in order to move himself and please himself, while the film is to move the audience and please the audience, and the two are different from the starting point.

It's hard to judge which is better or worse between the two.

In the hearts of the public, movies are more popular, but in the hearts of artists, film art is not very popular.

Wang Zuxian felt a little lost in her heart, looking at Chen Li'an, who was talking confidently and openly, and suddenly felt that she and he were people of two worlds.

Chen Li'an, who talks about art, and Chen Li'an in life, are completely two people, and the contradiction makes people wonder if he has two souls.

Zhang Guorong saw Wang Zuxian's depressed mood, deliberately found a topic to divert his attention and said: "Aren't you curious about who Chen Li'an paints?" ”

Speaking of this, Wang Zuxian was really attracted, and asked curiously, "Who is it?" Brother, do you know each other? Are you talking about those confidants? ”

Zhang Guorong looked at the person on the painting and shook his head, and said with some emotion: "I underestimated Chen Li'an." ”

Wang Zuxian: "......" This is another opponent?

Wang Zuxian was a little discouraged, although everyone was on the same starting line, there were too many participants.

Fortunately, Chen Li'an is single, otherwise he wouldn't be a junior...... Belch... Primary 5 or Primary 6......

I was squeezed by the capitalists today, so I will update a chapter first, and there will be 4,000 words in the evening, and 15,000 is absolutely fine!!

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