In the dark and silent hotel room, Chen Li'an threw off his shoes, threw his T-shirt on the sofa, and walked to the air conditioner to enjoy the cold air.

It's a lifesaver!

On the big bed behind Chen Li'an, Bai Qing opened his eyes and looked at Chen Li'an, who was blurred in the dark, and reached out to turn on the wall lamp at the head of the bed.

The warm yellow light instantly lit up the room, and under the soft light, Bai Dan supported his head with his hands, looking at Chen Li'an's broad back, feeling that he hadn't seen him for more than a month, and his muscles were much fuller.

"Got you?" Chen Li'an turned his head and glanced at Bai Qing and asked.

Bai Qing snorted and said, "Didn't you come back and make such a big move, just to wake me up." ”

Chen Li'an turned around and smiled, wiped the sweat on his neck and said, "It's too hot, I still have to take a bath, I will definitely wake you up." ”

"Well, go wash it." Bai Qing yawned, put the pillow up and leaned on it, picked up the book on the bedside and read it.

Chen Li'an glanced at the cover of the book, and couldn't help smacking his mouth, no wonder he felt that something was wrong with this girl, his feelings were read by reading books.

"Love Notes", a book written by British writer Alain de Botton, contains a lot of philosophical reflections on different stages of love, a very interesting book.

People will grow, and after Bai Qing gets out of poverty, he will naturally think more about life and life, which is a very good thing.

Chen Li'an glanced at Bai Qing, who was reading carefully, and turned around to go to the bathroom to take a shower.

What is the essence of love or something? Is it a book that can be written, Chen Li'an doesn't think that love can be solved with a book, if he can, then he has long understood what love is.

The sound of water running in the bathroom kept coming, accompanied by Chen Li'an's indistinct humming, Bai Qing put down the book in his hand, listened to it for a while, and found that he couldn't hear it clearly, so he picked up the book and continued to read.

Bai Qing looked at the speculation on the fatalism of love in the book, and felt very interesting, she originally thought that her encounter with Chen Li'an was fate, but after reading the author's dialectic with various mathematical thinking in the book, she suddenly felt that her encounter with Chen Li'an might be an accident.

Bai Qing closed the book and looked at Chen Li'an's vague figure on the frosted glass in the bathroom, looked at it quietly for a long time, and finally couldn't help laughing, shook his head, and said to himself: "Isn't it fate to be accidental." ”

Bai Qing, who seemed to have an answer in his heart, casually threw the book into the trash, sat up and pulled his hair up, got up and poured two glasses of wine.

At this time, Chen Li'an came out wearing a nightgown, wiped his hair, looked at the wine glass in Bai Qing's hand, reached out and took a sip of a glass and said, "Why don't you continue to read?" ”

"That book isn't interesting." Bai Qing shook his head, drank the wine in the cup in one gulp, and then shook his hair slightly, and the hair that was originally tied together fell out in an instant, and a different style immediately made Chen Li'an put down the wine glass in his hand.

"Do you want to do a dance?" Chen Li'an smiled and stretched out his hand, looked at Bai Qing and asked.

Bai Qing stretched out his hand and put it in Chen Li'an's palm and said with a smile: "I am extremely happy." ”

Although the dance without music was not perfect, the two of them still danced happily, but Bai Qing was a little clumsy and would always step on Chen Li'an's feet, and then lose his center of gravity and fall into his arms.

Early the next morning, Chen Li'an got up from the soft big bed, stepped on the clean stall with his bare feet, looked at the sun outside the window, stretched his waist comfortably, and then washed up briefly, and then changed his clothes and went out.

There was an artist's party today, and Chen Li'an also received an invitation, which was originally to invite him and Bai Qing, but Bai Qing seemed to hate the person who held the banquet and refused.

The banquet was held by the curator Claire, and this time the curator Claire had a very interesting approach, that is, countries that do not support the third world are not welcome to participate in the Venice Biennale.

In his words, their concept of art is strictly confined to the West, and any institution, art exhibition or museum that hypocritically accommodates 'artists' in the Third World is completing the last piece of the puzzle of distorted colonialism.

However, this art exhibition still has many artists from third world countries to participate, such as Chen Li'an.

He was a very traditional and conservative art critic, and even wrote a book the year before last, in which he pointed out some strange things in the art world, which Chen Li'an had experienced in Paris and China before.

Claire said a few points, Chen Li'an was very impressed, first, Western contemporary art thought is essentially ethnocentrism with Western superiority as the core; Second, Western contemporary art is full of all kinds of invisible speech control and censorship, and many contemporary artists have been tools of political propaganda. Third, artists should create based on the individuality and diversity of national cultures, and should not become processors of so-called international styles; Finally, art and artists should pay homage to tradition and return to their origins.

This is a person with a clear understanding, and Chen Li'an is quite satisfied with some of his remarks, but it is strange why he is so interested in his work and invites himself to the party.

According to his philosophy, he should also be the group he denounces, linked to business and politics, and the only thing similar to his philosophy is that he respects tradition and respects the diversity and individuality of national culture.

And the reason why Bai Qing hates Claire and is reluctant to participate is because of Claire's artistic reflection.

The domestic art trend is just the opposite of Claire, the domestic art circle has deified Western contemporary art, and only in China will these artistic ideas be deified, which makes Bai Qing, who has received so many years of domestic education, a little annoying for a while.

What I hate is not that I think Claire is wrong, but because he has revealed the truth nakedly.

This is also the reason why Chen Li'an has been busy attending various salons and seminars in Venice before, and Bai Qing went shopping by himself.

This is actually quite normal, Chen Li'an has known these things from the beginning, and this phenomenon is not only in the field of art, but also in all fields.

However, the biggest impact is still in the field of culture, cultural export and ideological superiority have imperceptibly destroyed the local culture of the Third World.

Isn't that what a dog and a male know that is how it was made up?

In the eighties and nineties, why did they feel that the moon outside was relatively round, and even after more than 20 years when the country became stronger, some people would still think that the moon outside was relatively round, this is all due to the destructive destruction and replaced with the roots of foreign cultures, and then took root and sprouted.

If you can't finish talking about these problems in a day and a night, Chen Li'an doesn't bother to think so much, he won't be naïve to think that he can do any cultural output, and he won't think that he can export culture by making a few TV series and movies.

There are too many things involved in this, and it is not something that can be changed by the film and television industry, unless you are an artist, a writer, a politician, a thinker, a sociologist, a psychologist, etc., and you must have a large media company and endless money under your name, and finally there are many people in the Western world to help you charge into battle and dig your roots.

Oh. I almost forgot that you still have to have the support of a strong country to have a little possibility.

In fact, there is one of the easiest ways to do it, and that is to invent a time shuttle and return to Great Qin to offer His Majesty the elixir of immortality and the world map.

Chen Li'an asked himself that it was impossible to do this, all he could do was to be a good artist, and that's all, within his ability, to do what he could.

Ordinary artist Chen Li'an doesn't have so much sense of mission, it's good to be an ordinary person, why do you want to think so much when you come to a party with a group of artists.

Chen Li'an came to the meeting place, where he also met an acquaintance who was not an acquaintance, that is, Liu Zhangming, whom he had met on the plane before, and Zhang Xiaogang, another painter from China.

Chen Li'an has seen Zhang Xiaogang's painting in this exhibition, it is a huge oil painting, bloodline: Big Family No. 2, this painting later sold for more than 40 million yuan, which is a very excellent work.

After they saw that Chen Li'an had also arrived, they said hello and asked curiously, "Where is your partner?" ”

"She's in a bit of a puzzle and she's trying to find a way to heal her wounds." Chen Li'an shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile.

Liu Zhangming smiled and said, "Then you should help her, women will always drill the horns." ”

Chen Li'an pursed his lips and said, "Men prefer drilling." ”

"Haha, that's right." Liu Zhangming smiled, and then introduced Chen Li'an: "This is Zhang Xiaogang, a very good painter. ”

Chen Li'an nodded at Zhang Xiaogang with a smile and said, "I like your blood family very much, and it is very good to explain the Chinese-style family relationship." ”

"After the award, your work is also very good, the reflection is very strong, and it is very innovative." Zhang Xiaogang replied with a smile.

Chen Li'an smiled and chatted with Zhang Xiaogang about their respective works for a few words, then remembered Liu Zhangming next to him, turned his head to look at him and asked, "Have you been in Italy and have not returned to China?" ”

Liu Zhangming held his glass and explained: "No, I came here specifically for Christie's summer auction, and Xiao Gang's works will participate in the auction. ”

Chen Li'an glanced at Zhang Xiaogang beside him and nodded, and then said with a smile: "I wish your work a good price." ”

"Are your works going to the Summer Auction this time around?" Liu Zhangming took the initiative to ask.

"That's right." Chen Li'an said bluntly: "But the buyer has already booked." ”

There is nothing to hide from this kind of thing, and the rules in the art world are transparent to the rich.

Hearing Chen Li'an's words, Liu Zhangming was not surprised, just nodded silently, and said after a while: "I hope to have the opportunity to become your scheduled buyer in the future." ”

"Then I should thank you for your recognition." Chen Li'an raised his glass and touched Liu Zhangming, and after drinking, he looked at Claire, the initiator of the party in the distance, and said to Liu Zhangming and Zhang Xiaogang: "Maybe we should go and talk to the master here." ”

"Of course!"

"Okay."

It's fun to talk to Clay, a very traditional artist, and a lot of times the words he says are very inspiring.

"Chen, your works are new, although the patterns and forms are too fancy, but you combine several different things very well, and the most important thing is that the perspective you focus on is very interesting, and you have a very unique interpretation of people's social cognition and personal ideological cognition." After Claire finished speaking, she took a sip of wine and said: "Maybe you should pay more attention to your own art, it is not good to blindly innovate, although it caters to the mainstream and the market, but loses the essential pursuit of art." ”

Chen Li'an was silent for a while and nodded slowly, art was born for the continuation of the nation, whether it was words or murals.

The national character of art. Personality and diversity. I should indeed add a little more national things to my works, and only with my own roots can I bloom more beautiful flowers on this fertile soil.

I don't dare to write too much in this chapter, so be it.

(End of chapter)