1988, 12 August.

It's raining in Beiping City today, the rain is not too big and not too small, looking at the rain curtain outside the window, Yang Zhe leaned on the bedside of the dormitory of the Haizheng Art Troupe, holding a book of poetry in his hand, watching the rain on the glass window continue to flow.

In the 80s, people were obsessed with the pursuit of knowledge and creation like their first love, and they regarded reading, exploration and thinking as the greatest pleasure in life, and felt happy, very romantic and poetic.

At this time, the material is not rich, but people's hearts are full, not panicked or impetuous, with ideals and ambitions, for a better life to work hard, simple and beautiful, which makes people nostalgic.

And honesty is also the conscience of society at this time.

It is precisely because of conscience, bottom line, and social responsibility that the world is so bright at this time, and people are full of hope for a better life.

……

On the bedside table, there is no foundation, eyebrow pencil, lipstick, and a box of alabaster is all her makeup.

"Every time I walk past this coffee house, I can't help but slow down, you and I met here for the first time, and the prelude to the acquaintance was unveiled......"

In the hallway, pop songs are heard, adding a touch of energy to this quiet rainy season.

"Yang Zhe, are you going to perm your hair?" A few good sisters in the group pushed the door in, and Chirp sat on the bed.

The art troupe is different from other units, the requirements here are stricter, and perming is not allowed.

"We just simply perm bangs...... "One girl smiled and came up with a way to deal with it, and several girls raised their hands in favor of this method.

"I heard that there is an exhibition in the museum today...... a girl squirmed and said again, covering her mouth and laughing, "Have you heard?" ”

"I haven't heard of it." Several girls pretended to answer seriously, but in the end, they couldn't hold back in the end, and lay on the bed smiling one by one.

Frolicking is frolic, Yang Zhe's face is also red, this exhibition, there is no one in Beiping City who does not know.

The name of this exhibition is "Chinese Human Art Oil Painting Exhibition", and everyone later knows that during the 18 days of the exhibition, about 220,000 people flocked to the National Art Museum of China to see the exhibition.

"Let's go over and take a look...... one of the girls suggested, "and we'll go when we're done." ”

No one objected, and no one agreed, but a few flower umbrellas floated into the rain, and the girls still came to the China Art Museum.

……

In the rain, Ding Zhicheng, Wu Gang, Jiang Xun and He Bing also got off the bus, okay, as soon as they arrived at the scene, the four of them were all stupid.

The long queue at the gate to buy tickets and wait for admission is a kilometer long. I heard that many people who came to Peking on a business trip heard about such an exhibition, and they came to see this "Western scene" that they had never seen before.

"I'll go to the queue first." He Bing was quick in the end, and he squeezed in front of the team in the drizzle.

He's in line, it's almost the same.

However, in the rain, as far as the eye can see, there are many citizens queuing up to visit, most of them are men, some are young offspring, and some are old people.

"I heard that there are mannequins ......," Wu Gang whispered to Ding Zhicheng.

"Hmm." Usually generous, Ding Zhicheng was still very arrogant at this time, but he was not so confident, he began to whisper, and then looked at the surroundings with a weak heart, and before he entered the venue, he felt that his mouth was dry and his heart was beating faster.

The real legal existence of the mannequin and human oil painting art exhibition was after the Third Plenary Session of the 11th Central Committee of the Communist Party of China in 1978.

Reform and opening up, the social environment has been relaxed, and the concept of Chinese has also changed, which has also brought about the great development of nude art.

At the beginning of last year, China's first monograph on the systematic study of nude art, "On Nude Art," came out.

Today's human oil painting exhibition is also the first time in China, and it is a popularization of art for the Chinese people. Art has come down from the "ivory tower". And the fact that ordinary people, especially the common people, consciously and voluntarily paid to enter this strange "ivory tower", is in itself a kind of progress.

"Look, there's the atlas." Jiang Xun pointed to the door.

"Look at it." Ding Zhicheng took the lead in squeezing over, but how could he squeeze it.

There are so many people, really many people, all holding tickets, just like last year's rush to buy.

As a result, 10,000 copies of the album prepared in advance for the exhibition were sold out within a week, and all publications such as stamps, postcards, first day covers, etc. were sold out.

You must know that an exhibition book costs forty or fifty yuan, which is equivalent to half a month's or most of the salary of an ordinary worker.

"Look, Minister Ying."

At the opening ceremony of the exhibition, Vice Minister Ying Ruocheng personally cut the ribbon, and more than 100 reporters were present, including dozens of foreign journalists.

Yes, there are art bigwigs who come in person, what are they afraid of, not only are they not afraid, but they also want to go in and visit in an honest and honest manner.

"Brother Gang, I still have to buy a ticket." He Bing squeezed back again.

"Buy it." This time, Wu Gang was very generous, "How much is a piece?" "He's ready to pay for it, for the sake of art, it's worth it!

"Two pieces."

"Well," Wu Gang took out eight yuan from his pocket and scolded, "It's expensive enough." But he still paid willingly.

This ticket price is actually not expensive.

Jiang Xun looked around, "Chinese art has depreciated to a very pitiful level. Several celebrities held a stage party, and they all sold a ticket for more than ten yuan. Could it be that the value of China's first-class artists is only worth two cents? ”

However, he would not have imagined that this exhibition was unprecedented, almost unprecedented, and that China had never held a similar exhibition of this scale in the following 20 years, but the 1989 exhibition of oil paintings of the human body would forever become an epoch-making watershed in China's sex education and sexual civilization.

"Huh-"

"Shhhh

"Ahh

Several drama actors walked in with the crowd, looking at the oil paintings of the human bodies lying down, sitting and standing, some facing you, some facing away from you, and some facing you sideways, and a group of people could only utter simple syllables in their mouths.

He Bing followed behind Jiang Xun, looking at Jiang Xun's serious appearance, although his own face was also red, but he also became solemn.

"Xunzi, why are there only women?" He whispered beside Jiang Xun.

"There is a man, but he asks me for two dollars, but I won't come." Wu Gang whispered, only he could hear this.

Jiang Xun stared at the wall without blinking, of course, only about 10% of the works in the exhibition showed the male body, and the rest were women's bodies, but He Bing's eyes were all things he wanted to see now.

Under the Western-style stained glass windows, there are works one after another, and in this rainy weather, Wu Gang suddenly feels that he has matured.

Well, Ding Zhicheng is really right......

Well, his face bulged

Then happy again, in the crowd, several young women looked shy, but they also boldly walked in, "Then, isn't that who?" ”

Wu Gang looked at Jiang Xun with a smile, yes, now, it's really worth the ticket price.

"Xunzi, look at this painting, how good it is......" Wu Gang smiled and pointed to a painting, successfully inducing Jiang Xun to turn sideways, his face facing the corridor, so that people could see him at a glance.