poppies in the attic

27.

"Can I meet Mr. Xiang? I at least want to express my gratitude for such a valuable gift." Wu Pengzhi was still talking about the scene.

"Mr. Xiang asked me to tell you that there is no need to meet and no need to thank you." When Wen Shaohui said this, he kept looking into Wu Pengzhi's eyes, with a sharpness hidden under gentleness.

"Oh? How did Mr. Xiang know that I would say this?" Wu Pengzhi's spirit lifted.

"Of course you thank him. His paintings are very expensive. But if he doesn't sell this one, it is priceless. Mr. Xiang cherishes his paintings very much, and he will be very sad every time he sells them. But the artist relies on selling paintings He is the one who makes a living, so he needs someone as cruel as me to help him." Wen Shaohui smiled.

Wu Pengzhi thought with relief, it should be good to have someone like Wen Shaohui help Ah Jin take care of it, he speaks well and is a shrewd businessman.

"I completely understand, so I'm curious, why did Mr. Xiang propose to give me this painting?" Wu Pengzhi asked.

"This is exactly what I'm curious about. Ms. Wu, don't you know anything?" Wen Shaohui asked back.

"If Mr. Wen asked me to meet Mr. Xiang, I might give you some ideas." Wu Pengzhi said with a smile.

Wen Shaohui pondered for a while, "Maybe I can't help. Mr. Xiang is very unsocial, and every public appearance these years has been persuaded by me in every possible way. According to his temperament, he just wants to be a hermit. In this day and age, a hermit cannot become famous."

Wu Pengzhi narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the man in front of him.She keenly caught Wen Shaohui's overtones: Although he is Xiang Guozhi's manager, he is actually someone who can control Xiang Guozhi.And this time, he didn't want to help Wu Pengzhi.

"It's a pity, I don't have any ideas to share with Mr. Wen." Wu Pengzhi responded politely.

"I'll get the painting." Wen Shaohui smiled, showing a row of neat white teeth, got up and walked away.

This is an attractive man.Wu Pengzhi was a little jealous of him, he was able to be by Xiang Jin's side for many years and gained Xiang Jin's trust.

Wu Pengzhi turned his head and stared at the attic.Just like observing the attic for the first time 15 years ago, I still can’t see clearly the depths of the attic, wondering if there is a pair of eyes hidden there.In other words, Wu Pengzhi hoped that there would be a pair of eyes observing him, and that those eyes would still be full of emotion.

Wen Shaohui walked over with a carefully packaged painting. "I packed it myself, you can take it back and open it."

Wu Pengzhi expressed his thanks again, and reluctantly walked out of the studio.

Outside the studio, she stopped and looked at the attic again through the glass window.Looking at the past from this angle, you can barely see the inside of the attic.Wu Pengzhi sighed in doubt, it seemed that there was really no one in the attic.

So Wu Pengzhi turned around and looked around again. She felt that there must be a pair of eyes looking at her, but she really couldn't tell which direction the eyes came from in her fantasy.

Wu Pengzhi entered the house, took off his shoes and socks, and walked into the living room barefoot.

She eagerly and carefully unwrapped the package, and the painting was already framed. The frame was a simple natural color frame of logs, the kind of frame that would never distract people's attention.

The moment he opened it, Wu Pengzhi was certain that this was Xiang Jin's painting, it must be!

Of course Wu Pengzhi remembers this landscape, which is the "Hand of God" in Monument Valley.

The background is gray and black with blue tumbling dark clouds, but in the distance near the horizon, there is a small piece of clear blue.The middle ground, the famous Hand of God, is illuminated by the sun and is the brightest part of the picture.In the foreground is the lavender poppy flower on the sand in front of it. There is also a beam of light shining on the petals, and the lavender petals are almost transparent.

Standing in front of the painting, Wu Pengzhi almost felt as if he had traveled back to 15 years ago.The place where the poppy was, was exactly the sandy place where I sat and took a photo.

On the bottom right of the painting, next to the poppies, the signature is Grace Xiang.

That's right, Xiang Jin, Grace Xiang, Xiang Guozhi, they are the same person, she is A Jin.

Wu Pengzhi hung the painting on the wall directly in front of the sofa, and finally there was the first painting in the room.Wu Pengzhi realized that subconsciously, he had been waiting to hang a painting by Xiang Jin.

Wu Pengzhi poured a glass of tomato juice, sat on the sofa, and stared at "Monument Valley and Poppies" for a long time.My thoughts slowly returned to the past, back to the scene of the painting.

Dust was flying on the road, and the car shook violently, moving slowly on the sandy ground.Xiang Jin and Wu Pengzhi have wandered around Monument Valley for more than 3 hours, but they still haven't completely calmed down from the shock.

"Is our car okay? Will it blow out?" Wu Pengzhi worried for a long time.This is their first day in Monument Valley, and there will be another day to come.This car is really durable in such bumpy roads all day long.

Xiang Jin stopped the car. "Give the car a break."

Monument Valley is a park established by the Navajo Indians.And here, it can almost be called the most representative landscape in the western United States, open-minded, heroic, silent and mysterious.Even Wu Pengzhi, who had seen nervous fatigue in the Grand Canyon, was rekindled.

The dry wind blows their hair. They sit on the sand, leaning on the wheels, drinking Coke, and the "Hand of God" is in front of them.