poppies in the attic

59.

For Wu Pengzhi, who is rarely interested in traveling, even if she is full, she can't stop her from making jokes all the way.

In fact, we are very cautious in daily life, and we are careful to maintain our decency, so that we keep a low profile when we are uncertain about things. , In fact, I was confused.

The result is that while we maintain our decency, we also lose a lot of fun and opportunities to improve.

Isn't one of the joys of this world just to smile at others, and to be laughed at by others?

And a lot of our progress has come from these errant laughs.

Wu Pengzhi stood in front of a painting of Monet's lotus pond and marveled at the exquisiteness of the famous artist's works.

"Look carefully at the color in the middle of the pond." Xiang Jin never used his fingers to describe the position in the museum, and basically used words to describe the position. "The colors there are chaotic and distorted. The reason is that Monet's eyesight was very poor in his later years. There's simply no way to accurately depict color."

"Ah." Wu Pengzhi laughed at himself, "Am I pretending to understand and exposing myself?"

"I don't think it's pretending to understand. It's because you are controlled by authority. I instinctively feel that the works of famous artists are good. If there is something wrong, it must be because I don't understand."

Xiang Jin continued, "Many painters will be troubled by vision problems when they get old, and hand problems are also common. People's artistic life is also very short."

Wu Pengzhi took Xiang Jin's hand and rubbed it gently a few times, "You have to protect your hands and eyes. I saw you lift the drinking bucket to the water dispenser the other day. You can't do it in the future. Wait until I come .”

"Don't listen to the wind and the rain. Look at Michelangelo, who complained about being old since he was 35 years old. In the end, he complained for 54 years."

"Ha, it looks like I'm the same as Michelangelo, and I've been complaining about being old since I was 35."

"Really? What about me?" Xiang Jin squinted at Wu Pengzhi with dissatisfaction.

"You're not old, and I'm not old, just old in heart. What I just said fully proves that the so-called old is a matter of mentality. By the way, some time ago, one of my subordinates called me an old man."

Xiang Jin smiled lightly.

"I was so angry that I didn't want to talk to her. Later, when I thought about it, it was obviously her problem. It was either a brain problem or a psychological problem."

The two of them continued on to other exhibition halls.

Then they went into another studio.Wu Pengzhi was surprised to see that a painting completely depicts a close-up of the most secret parts of a woman.Wu Pengzhi moved closer to the painting in disbelief, and after confirming that he saw it correctly, his face turned pink again, and then he turned his head and glanced at Xiang Jin.

Xiang Jin was looking at Wu Pengzhi with a half-smile. "Follow me." Xiang Jin guided Wu Pengzhi to a place more suitable for observation and stood still.Wu Pengzhi can pretend to look at another painting, but actually can clearly see the visitors in front of that amazing painting.

"Let's see what everyone's expressions are in front of that picture." Xiang Jin said quietly.

Wu Pengzhi found out that Xiang Jin had also undergone great changes during this trip.Making jokes with Wu Pengzhi and exchanging explanations with her so easily like now, this has never happened in the United States last time.At that time, Xiang Jin completely ignored Wu Pengzhi in the museum and stared straight at the paintings, as if possessed by a demon, but in fact he was possessed.Maybe people will be in different states at different ages, but now Xiang Jin is much calmer.

It was interesting to observe the varied reactions of a large group of people.Afterwards, the two of them talked and laughed for a long time.In short, everyone is very interested in this painting, the difference lies in the way and degree of concealment.

"Ajin, you are interested in people now." Wu Pengzhi felt that it was all due to him.

They walked around the Musée d'Orsay all day, and Wu Pengzhi was almost exhausted, so he gritted his teeth and dared not speak out.

"It's so tiring." After Xiang Jin said this sentence, Wu Pengzhi suddenly felt distressed.

After all, Xiang Jin's health was not as good as before.

Not only did Xiang Jin get tired easily, but he also began to fear the cold.When Wu Pengzhi was in the United States, when he was hugged by Xiang Jin in the rainstorm, he felt that Xiang Jin's body was very warm.She thinks that Xiang Jin is neither afraid of cold nor heat.In fact, it shows that Xiang Jin at that time had a strong self-regulation ability.

But now Xiang Jin's hands are cold.

Mornings and evenings in Paris are cool.When Xiang Jin went out in the morning, he went back to his room and took a thick coat, but his hands were still cold.

When they were eating in a small cafe on the left bank of the Seine, Xiang Jin pulled the zipper of his coat to the top, still rubbing his hands.Wu Pengzhi had no choice but to pull Xiang Jin's hand into his arms to keep warm.

Without looking at the menu, Xiang Jin ordered the roasted duck leg that he had already eaten twice.

"Why don't you try something else? You can't eat duck legs in Paris, can you? This fish is also very good." Wu Pengzhi couldn't understand Xiang Jin's unchanging taste.

"As long as it tastes good, eat this. Why try something else. Let's talk about it until you don't want to eat it." Xiang Jin's pursuit of food is not like painting for change and breakthrough.

They sat side by side facing the sunset, quietly watching the pedestrians coming and going and the Louvre across the Seine.Xiang Jin drank red wine and waited for his duck leg, while Wu Pengzhi drank white wine and waited for his fish.