poppies in the attic

13.

In the attic, Xiang Jin still poured a cup of grapefruit tea for Wu Pengzhi.In fact, Xiang Jin's attitude was almost the same as before.

Wu Pengzhi took a sip and cleared her throat. She was so nervous that her vocal cords tightened.The more Xiang Jin's attitude remained unchanged, the more uncertain Wu Pengzhi was about his views.She's already getting stage fright.The reasons she had sorted out secretly at school and the confidence she had built were sinking and melting little by little in front of this cup of grapefruit tea, like the grapefruit peel inside.

At this moment, Wu Pengzhi had already changed his mission goal for coming here.She originally wanted to speak out her own reasons, but now she felt that it would be wise to ask the question in a better and more decent way.For me, it is more important to understand Xiang Jin's answer.

"Would you feel aggrieved to sign someone else's name even though it's your own painting?" Wu Pengzhi didn't want to start with questioning Fang Ming, which would make the conversation tense from the very beginning.Wu Pengzhi also avoided using the word "gunner", thinking it was disrespectful to Xiang Jin.

In fact, Wu Pengzhi thought too much, and Xiang Jin's thinking was completely different from hers.

"It's a comparison. If the other methods are more aggrieved, this may be an acceptable method." Xiang Jin replied calmly.

"What is the more wronged thing?" Wu Pengzhi asked.

"A painting I painted, signed with my name, can't be sold for 1000 yuan, but signed with Fang Ming's name, it can be sold for tens of thousands of yuan. Have you ever tried this kind of grievance?"

Wu Pengzhi was speechless.

"Those who don't understand your paintings, or even those who don't understand paintings at all, what do I respect? What they buy is not paintings, but vanity, and fame. Then I will fulfill their vanity All right. Anyway, they've already paid the money." Xiang Jin didn't show any emotion when she said these words, as calm as ever.

"You said they are not worthy of respect, why do you draw so seriously? You did not perfunctory these paintings."

"No matter whose name is signed and whose wall is hung, these paintings are mine and belong to me. Only I can understand these paintings. They express my emotions and the world I see." This is Xiang Jin's arrogance in his bones.

"What's wrong with Mr. Fang? Doesn't it make him uncomfortable to use your paintings?" Wu Pengzhi managed to hold back his harsh words.

"Jiang Lang's talents are exhausted. This word may be difficult for you to understand now, but you will understand it in the future. When this moment comes, no one can do anything. This is a very sad and helpless state. This is the limitation of human beings. Human talents are limited."

"Is this painting of mine going to be sold in the market?" Wu Pengzhi asked worriedly.She suddenly forgot that she was no longer Xiang Jin's model.

"There are no paintings of yours, I haven't finished them yet." Xiang Jin saw through Wu Pengzhi's little thoughts.

Wu Pengzhi bit his lip and thought for a while, "That model is too thin, and the neck is too thin and too long."

Xiang Jin didn't answer.

"Is this painting going to be sold in the market?" Wu Pengzhi was still thinking about the fate of this painting.

"It was ordered by someone. So we need to hurry up."

"That is to say, that person will know that the person in the painting is me?" Wu Pengzhi made a mistake again.She lowered her head dejectedly.Subconsciously, she still wanted to be the model.

Xiang Jin stopped teasing Wu Pengzhi, "If it were you, would you mind if your nude painting was hung in a stranger's bedroom or study? How do you feel?"

"I think, I mind. I don't know, I never thought about it before." Wu Pengzhi answered hesitantly.

"Think about it again. If you want to come back to be a model, you have to do a good job of mental construction. Otherwise, you'd better go back to school and study hard." Xiang Jin stood up and wanted to see off the guests again.She doesn't seem interested in chatting.

Wu Pengzhi refused to stand up, she still had questions to ask. "Have you been selling paintings under his name? I understand what you mean, but I always feel that a painting is a very personal thing. Is it always sad to be possessed by others? If I didn’t become your model, I would be very reluctant to write other people’s names on this painting.”

After listening to Wu Pengzhi's words carefully, Xiang Jin nodded, "I know. I will think about this matter seriously. Thank you for your advice this time."

"I still want to come back and be your model. If you only draw a figure painting once in your life, I hope I am that character. If you fall in love with figure painting from then on, I hope to be the No.1."

"You want to be a monumental figure."

Xiang Jin smiled.She was waiting for Wu Pengzhi to make this decision, what she needed was Wu Pengzhi's awareness.In fact, she has been thinking about how to draw the girl Wu Pengzhi well.Simple beauty is meaningless to Xiang Jin, what she wants is a unique taste and a personal expression, whether it is a model or a painter.Professional models do not have this youthfulness and passion, nor do they have such good plasticity.What Xiang Jin pursues is his own painting, and what he wants to express is what he sees, thinks and loves.

If this painting must be signed by someone else in the end, then it must be a painting that belongs entirely to Xiang Jin in essence.She knew she could do it by herself, but she needed Wu Pengzhi's cooperation.