One big and one small are practicing love

After Wang Luoxia passed away, Zuo Kunmin would take his two children and their parents to Phoenix Mountain to stay for a day and night every October 10st.

In the second year, my father was lying in Phoenix Mountain.

In the sixth year, my mother also became a person lying on Phoenix Mountain.

This sudden change brings not only heavy grief, but also confusion and discomfort.

Over the years, the two children have been taken care of by their mother. Although her mother is demanding and often changes nannies and tutors, Zuo Kunmin always has the children's grandmother by his side, so Zuo Kunmin can work with confidence.

In the month after his mother passed away, Zuo Kunmin was busy with funeral matters. The nanny and tutor had just been replaced and there was no time to recruit new ones. The children were temporarily taken care of by Li Muzi's mother. Li Muzi's father is Zuo Kunmin's best friend, and the two families are close to each other.

But during the National Day, Li Muzi's mother traveled abroad and was unable to take care of her two children.

"Xiao Xiao, can you help me take care of my children during the holidays? I'm looking for a nanny or a tutor," Zuo Kunmin said.

Liu Xiaochen looked down at the children's holiday schedule, hesitated, and said, "I am willing to take care of Xiaoxu and Yanyan, but I'm worried that I can't take care of them."

"Don't be stressed, Xiaoxu and Yanyan like you very much. Just stay with them, be safe, and eat well." Zuo Kunmin said.

On the morning of October 10nd, I had breakfast and went down the mountain.

Zuo Kunmin drove a car alone to work, and Master Zhao drove Liu Xiaochen, Zuo Yan, and Zuo Xu to the Central Academy of Fine Arts in Beili, Huajiadi to see the art exhibition.

When they got off the bus, Zuo Yan and Zuo Xu each carried a painting bag containing painting materials. Liu Xiaochen was carrying a pink canvas schoolbag filled with hot water, sandwiches, fruits and other food. Master Zhao also went to the exhibition hall and looked after the children together.

This was Liu Xiaochen's first time seeing an art exhibition, and he was full of admiration and timidity. On the way to the exhibition hall, I couldn't help but think about what Teacher Wang once said, and secretly encouraged myself.

“When faced with unknown things, don’t be surprised, fearful or fearful, just accept it as it is.”

Thinking of these words, Liu Xiaochen felt like a small boat sailing at night in the vast sea. He saw the lighthouse and calmed down. Liu Xiaochen stopped thinking about it and took the children to look at the work in front of him seriously.

There is a group of sculptures in the lobby on the first floor. Many people are watching, but very few people are talking.

Security guards were on hand to maintain order, control the flow of people around, and control the distance between the crowd and the statue. People kept coming around and people leaving.

Liu Xiaochen held Zuo Yan's hand, and Master Zhao held Zuo Xu's hand. They followed the team slowly forward in a patient and orderly manner. During this period, through the heads, we could vaguely see the statues of several Sun Wukongs.

Gradually getting closer, after an unknown amount of time, they finally stood in front of the statue. The moment he saw the work clearly, Liu Xiaochen's scalp went numb and tears filled his eyes uncontrollably.

In the quiet light, two Sun Wukongs stood quietly with their backs facing each other. Each of them holds half a golden hoop, connected and spaced apart by a slender red line in the middle. They all wear white leather and silver armor, their clothes and boots have soft lines, and there are angry heads on their shoulders, waist, and knees. The two Sun Wukongs have the same expression, lowering their heads slightly, as if in deep thought; closing their eyes, as if about to open them.

The only difference is the decoration around their heads. One Sun Wukong's head is surrounded by a circle of red flames, and the other's head is surrounded by a circle of white auspicious clouds.

For some reason, their demeanor seems to be quiet, restrained, and restrained, but it makes people feel that they contain huge energy within their bodies. The difference between red flames and white auspicious clouds makes people think of it. It seems that this huge energy can become both a demon and a Buddha depending on the different thoughts.

There are also two other statues of Sun Wukong. One is standing quietly with a golden hoop in his hand, and the other is sitting cross-legged in meditation with a golden hoop in his hand. Their expressions are all with their heads lowered and their eyes closed, and their expressions are quiet and powerful.

The name of this group of sculptures is "Fighting and Victorious Buddha".

They wanted to watch for a while, but there were too many people visiting, and the security guard did not allow them to stay too long. Half-driving and half-hurried, we left to visit the next place.

In a square glass display case, a slender gold bar is placed on a black velvet cloth, and next to it is a beam of equal length and width. There is a piece of white cardboard under the gold bar and beam, with black fonts saying: One inch of time, one inch of gold.

Seeing the brilliant gold placed next to the short time, Liu Xiaochen's heart was shaken, and he had a true perception of the preciousness of time. Thinking of what Zuo Kunmin said yesterday afternoon, the idea of ​​working to make money was really shaken.

Old Beijing themed painting exhibition, famous painting exhibition, traditional Chinese painting, sculpture, video...

After about two hours, I only visited two floors and saw less than half of the works. When the children were tired, they drank water, ate sandwiches and fruits in the rest area.

After replenishing their energy, they picked the paintings they liked and copied them.

Zuo Xu was sitting on the floor in Morandi's exhibition area, facing a painting of bottles and jars, using a small book as big as his palm and watercolor paint as big as a fingernail to mix and paint.

Zuo Yan was copying a set of thangkas with gorgeous colors, exquisite shapes and rich details. Zuo Yan did not paint exactly according to the original painting. Some painted several groups of patterns, and some only painted the Buddha in the center of the picture. She only uses a thin mechanical pencil to draw, and her lines are simple and clear.

The two were in different exhibition areas on the same floor, separated by a distance. Zuo Xu insisted that Liu Xiaochen accompany him, and Master Zhao looked at Zuo Yan.

In the center of the Morandi exhibition, there are two wooden benches for people to rest.

Liu Xiaochen sat on a wooden bench, three or four meters away from Zuo Xu, looking at Zuo Xu from a distance. People around him were walking around and talking quietly, but Zuo Xu remained unmoved. He just sat cross-legged on the ground, painting quietly and intently.

Liu Xiaochen thought about what the letter said. The child Zuo Xu was too noisy, hyperactive, and disobedient. He could only get better when he was painting. It turns out that investing in something you like can make such a difference in a person's temperament.

After waiting for a long time, Liu Xiaochen watched the people coming and going.

Some people stood in front of the painting and stared quietly for a long time, some stood in front of the painting pouting and taking selfies with scissor hands, and some people glanced at it, took a photo, and then hurriedly looked at the next place.

Liu Xiaochen was watching casually when he suddenly smelled a light and charming fragrance.

Turn to watch. Sitting next to her was a middle-aged woman wearing a light blue floral cheongsam with a white background. Her hair was tied up, and her temperament was elegant and peaceful. She was looking at the painting in front of her seriously. Liu Xiaochen secretly inhaled and smelled carefully. The fragrance came from her body.

They didn't come out until the museum closed at 6 p.m.

Instead of going home, they went to a Western restaurant near CAFA and ordered pasta, mushroom soup, pizza, and salad. They ate while waiting for their painting teacher to come over.

The teacher wants to check the children's copying works today.

Ten minutes after finishing the meal, the children's drawing teacher appeared.

His surname is Han. He looks like a college student. He wears a dark plaid shirt, black pants, a crew cut, and fair skin.

As soon as we met, Teacher Han smiled, a little naively, and looked friendly and easy-going. Teacher Han sat down with a smile, without saying hello or saying anything, and said directly: "Yanyan, bring your painting to me first."

Zuo Yan handed over the notebook, and Teacher Han lowered his head and flipped through the eight pictures. He took a few minutes to read them, then raised his head and said with a smile: "Come next to me, and I will correct it for you."

"This set of lotus patterns, with long lines like this, requires relatively high brush control. It's not easy for you to draw like this, but do you think it's better to draw like this?" Teacher Han said, drawing one stroke at a time A long line that is smooth, curved, light and heavy, is particularly beautiful.

Each picture was corrected one by one. Teacher Han neither scolded nor praised excessively. He did not worry about whether the six- or seven-year-old children could understand. He just informed and corrected the drawings truthfully. Zuo Yan listened and watched quietly beside her.

Finally, Teacher Han said: "I will bring you a picture album of ancient coffins next time. You can copy the lines on it. The lines drawn by those craftsmen are really amazing. Such long and complicated lines can be drawn in one stroke. It is rare nowadays. Someone can draw lines like that.”

Teacher Han looked at Zuo Xu's painting again, asked the waiter for a paper cup, poured half a cup of water into it, washed the brush, and dipped it in water to mix watercolor paint.

While making changes, he said: "You copied Morandi's colors with watercolors. The colors are quite similar, and the color levels and details are OK. The only problem is that the overall picture is too scattered." As he said, he started to revise.

Teacher Han stretched out his arms, took the painting far away and looked at it, and said, "Don't just focus on the details. Draw for a while, then hold it far away and squint to see the whole picture."

At 8:[-] in the evening, Teacher Han commented and corrected the two children's paintings, and drank a cup of iced coffee during the process. Then he said goodbye with a smile and left.

On the way back, both children fell asleep.

Looking at the children's sleeping faces, Liu Xiaochen finally relaxed, took a deep breath, and looked out the window. The traffic is surging, the light and shadow are blurry, and my thoughts are surging, and my heart is filled with emotion and doubts.