But unwilling to see the scenery

Yan Ruoyu stood at the bow of the boat, looking at the small island directly in front of him while the sea breeze was blowing.

It is the site of a great flood in ancient times. The natural changes of centuries have given it the footprints of vegetation, birds, animals and Maori.A voice in his mind told him, Dear Mr. Yan Ruoyu Gauguin, after 63 days of arduous sailing, you will finally arrive at Tahiti, which is left alone in the boundless sea.

Yan Ruoyu raised his eyeballs vigorously to reveal his forehead lines, and gave his brain a supercilious disdainful look.Apparently, his prefrontal cortex, which is responsible for rational thinking and logic, went on strike, throwing him unreliably into deep dreams, and instead of turning him into Peter Pan happily returning to Neverland, he turned into him Gauguin, the most disliked French painter.

In terms of artistic achievements, Gauguin, Van Gogh, and Cézanne are called the three great masters of post-impressionism. They have shaken the aesthetics of modern and contemporary painting by themselves, and they are well-deserved artistic pioneers.

But if judged by secular standards, he is completely immoral—his pursuit of art is to the point of selfishness. It is nothing to leave his best friend Van Gogh. For painting, he abandoned The social status and stable and decent career in France, as well as the family of his wife and children, completely broke with the glamorous Paris and all civilized societies, and went to Tahiti alone to find his true self.

The boat docked quickly, and the spiritual Peter Pan Yanruoyu refused to disembark, protesting against this devotional art script that did not conform to other people’s designs. The prefrontal cortex yawned and threw a French book to Yan Ruoyu Gauguin, which happened to be He recently read Gauguin’s notes in Tahiti, which are filled with NoA, all in his handwriting.

Yan Ruoyu felt wronged, and reluctantly set foot on this primitive land where modern civilization has not yet taken root.

There are charming colors, gilded streams, and beautiful sun. Under the pens of other painters, the scenery of Tahiti would be as beautiful and lifelike as a photo. That was the standard beauty of that era, but Gauguin gave up this pursuit early on. , the scenery in his works is mostly flat, with obvious color blocks.Modern people point fingers at his paintings in art galleries, boasting that such a simple painting can be completed by themselves, but they don’t know that in the era when aesthetics was limited by academic schools, only Gauguin dared to paint like this.

At this moment, Yan Ruoyu also set up the drawing board, hooked the corner of his mouth and drew the exotic scenery, not the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, but the indigenous women of Tahiti.

They bathe and play in the river not far away. Some are naked, some are wearing dresses. Their bare skin is oil-painted, healthy and shiny, completely different from the pale urban women.

It is a gift from nature. Their hair is black and shiny like a river of stars, their limbs flow like spring water in Senna. If you want milk, you have milk, and you want fart. stupid aesthetics.

The smile on the corner of Yan Ruoyu's mouth was even bigger. He misunderstood the prefrontal cortex and thanked it for giving him a dream. When it fell on the canvas, there was only a woman's back implicitly left.The more he looked at it, the more familiar it became, and it aroused trivial memories. He remembered that he had admired this "Woman Bathing" in the Metropolitan Museum of New York, and another painting of sunflowers painted by Van Gogh hung in the next room.

Yes, when Gauguin was inspired by the beauties of Tahitian, Van Gogh on the other side of the ocean cut off one of his ears because of his emotional loss. He is currently receiving treatment in a mental hospital. The two have never met again. meet.

Will they regret it, Yan Ruoyu asked himself as he stared at the painting.For some reason, the woman who turned her back to him did not look like Miaoman in reality, but instead looked more like a thin man with wide shoulders and narrow hips.

She has long hair, raised her left hand and tied it at the back of her neck, exposing her ears and her side cheeks without facial features, leaving a white beauty like Venus with a broken arm to future generations. Only Yan Ruoyu who drew this back view Know what she looks like.

And when Yan Ruoyu raised his eyes from the canvas, there was only that one person left in the lake and mountains.

Her back was still facing her, and the red hemp skirt tied with yellow patterns fell at her feet. She was not wearing it, and she stood quietly, like a silent invitation.

Yan Ruoyu's mouth was dry all of a sudden, and the prefrontal cortex didn't work, so he approached the woman very honestly without saying a word.

He had thought about what the woman might look like. The tip of the nose of the Tahitian native is not as delicate as that of the European, but the bridge of the nose is high and the eye sockets are deep, the eyebrows are sharp and angular, exuding a neutral fortitude, and she can look like a man anytime, anywhere. same to fight.

This kind of beauty is wild, natural and unpolished, which haunts Yan Ruoyu's soul and inspires his desire to conquer as a male gene.But when he stood behind that person and stretched out his hands to touch his cheek, what he felt was softness, calmness, tranquility, and Jiang Nuo.

The woman turned around, with a Jiang Nuo face.

The definitions of beauty in the East and the West intertwined and merged at that moment, and even the gender became blurred. One glance at the dilapidated wild temple in the mountains, on the mottled lotus seat, Jiang Nuo, who is both male and female, is veiled , only the eyebrows of Guanyin and Bodhisattva eyes are exposed.

Yan Ruoyu was shocked, like a drowning person struggling from a dream to reality, lifted the quilt and sat on the bed gasping for breath.After his heart stopped beating violently, he covered his face with his hands to wipe off the hot sweat, then rushed into the bathroom to take a shower, letting the cold water wash away his scalding body.

It's okay, it's okay, it's normal, it's right... Yan Ruoyu closed his eyes, pressed his forehead against the ceramic wall that was more piercing than the water, and the little monk chanted scriptures to convince himself that, as a young spiritual boy, he would It's not normal to get a morning erection, it has nothing to do with the dream just now, it has nothing to do with Jiang Nuo——

"Normal fart, I'm stupid, hastily-!" Yan Ruoyu turned around, turned his whole back against the wall, and turned on the water to the maximum.He just chanted that person's name, but he still hasn't recalled the face of the person in the dream, and the passion that had been slightly subdued burned even more, and it was about to come out from his chest.

The ending was so unexpected that Yan Ruoyu couldn't tell whether it was a dream or a nightmare.These days, he and Jiang Nuo have talked about everything, even dared to talk about his dream that he turned into a duck and squeezed Lang Weixian with his hands, but this time is different, let alone tell Jiang Nuo, how he will face Jiang Nuo later Nuo is out of ideas.

He stayed in the bathroom for a full hour, and he didn't come out until his fingertips turned white. After changing his clothes, he walked around the room imagining the scene of seeing Jiang Nuo. Appeared in my spring dream.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and push open the door. Seeing that the living room was empty, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Jiang Nuo would get up early and follow him to adjust the accompaniment for the next round of competition.

He decided to go outside to get some fresh air and relieve his tension, thinking that if he really felt awkward, he would book a suite at worst, avoid Jiang Nuo and not talk to him for a while, and keep a distance at all times.

He nodded to himself, deciding that this plan was very reliable.I stood at the entrance to change my shoes, but felt something was wrong.After discovering that the two pairs of shoes that Jiang Nuo had put on the shoe rack yesterday were gone, he ran to another bedroom with one slipper and one sneaker and opened the door. There was no suitcase inside, no change of clothes hanging, bedding and pillows. Clean and tidy, as if no one has ever lived here.

Yan Ruoyu was dumbfounded immediately, Jiang Nuo's voice came from beside his ears, only then did he realize that he had left behind the so-called reliable plan with lightning speed, his body was as honest as in the dream, and he dialed quickly Jiang Nuo called.

Jiang Nuo asked: "What's the matter, is there something?"

"Ah, um..." Yan Ruoyu rubbed his nose hastily, almost stuttered, and asked, "Where are you? Why isn't your luggage in the room? I thought you ran away again——"

The upright and confident Yan Ruoyu arrived even though he was late: "You scared me to death, I thought you disappeared again!"

"Where can I go..." Jiang Nuo smiled on the other end of the phone, "I moved to the hotel provided by the program group. After entering the top 120 in the country, they will provide accommodation. I will send you the hotel name and room number. Yes, you didn't see it yourself."

Yan Ruoyu opened WeChat without hanging up the phone. A few hours ago, Jiang Nuo sent him a message in this regard. After reassuring himself, he asked accusingly, "Why didn't you discuss it with me?"

"There's nothing to discuss about it. After discussing it, you are willing to live in a double room... Be good, you can live in a suite by yourself. I won't be extravagant with you. It's more timely to live with them and communicate."

"Oh." Yan Ruoyu pondered that this was indeed a good opportunity to distance the two of them, so as to avoid strange dreams in the future, and was about to hang up the phone, but suddenly became alert——

"Wait a minute, double room?" His face was almost pressed against the phone screen, his expression twisted until his eyebrows were twisted together:

"The program team arranged a roommate for you?!"

Twenty minutes later, Jiang Nuo, who was fine-tuning the accompaniment for his roommate, heard an urgent knock on the door.

He asked his roommate to wait a moment, and walked over to open the door in a calm manner. Yan Ruoyu didn't rush into the room, but stood leaning with his elbows against the edge of the door, casually raising his chin, looking very handsome.

But his glance into the room still betrayed him, Jiang Nuo suppressed his laughter and punched him: "Seeing with your own eyes, don't worry, how could the program team arrange female roommates for male contestants, I miss you too much. "

"Aren't I afraid that you will be tricked..." Yan Ruoyu changed his posture and leaned against the door, deliberately making his movements more natural.He rushed over in a hurry and saw Jiang Nuo himself, but suddenly he didn't know what to say, so he asked casually, "You...don't plan to come back?"

"En." Jiang Nuo nodded. In fact, every time he lived with Yan Ruoyu, he would convert the rent into a percentage and transfer it back to Yan Ruoyu. Now he has other choices, and of course he prefers free.

Yan Ruoyu didn't know what to say anymore, he looked at the sky and the ground, and said vaguely: "It's so crowded for two people, what if, what if that person snores at night, you use the toilet to snatch it up in the morning." Woolen cloth?"

Jiang Nuo: "..."

Jiang Nuo didn't quarrel with Yan Ruoyu, nor chased him away, but turned back to his roommate sitting at the table, and listened to the accompaniment on his laptop with him.

They got very close, and Yan Ruoyu became more and more obtrusive, so he simply closed the door to see nothing.

But as soon as the door was closed, he was inexplicably annoyed, and wanted to knock on the door again, feeling that he was so spineless.He struggled for a while, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that Jiang Nuo was to blame for everything, and he made up his mind to have a cold war with him, until Jiang Nuo took the initiative to talk to him.

He got into the elevator angrily, and when he came, he also went to the room assigned to him by the working group on a whim.After the room card was unlocked, he heard the sound of water in the bathroom. The red, blue, blue, yellow, yellow, and white clothes stacked on the bed were unusual. He turned around and saw that the owner of the clothes had just come out of the bathroom and stretched out his right hand to hold him .

"Hi, I'm your roommate." Baima Pingcuo smiled innocently, "You're finally here!"

Yan Ruoyu blinked, seeing him standing there blankly, Baima thought she wasn't enthusiastic enough, so she tightly held his little hand and shook it vigorously: "Tashi Dele!"

Yan Ruoyu's shoulders were swayed, he quickly pulled out his hands, clasped his hands together in front of his chest and bowed to Pema: "Come on, come on, you're also Tashi Dele."

Baima laughed harder, and was about to say something more, but Yan Ruoyu stopped him before he could speak: "Wait a minute."

He leaned against the wall and slowly moved towards the door, gesturing to calm down his naturally warm-hearted Tibetan roommate, then went out and went straight to the elevator, and returned to Jiang Nuo's room.

Jiang Nuo opened the door, and before he had time to ask Yan Ruoyu what happened, Yan Ruoyu sat in his seat and discussed with the roommate next to him: "Can you change rooms with me?"

Jiang Nuo's roommate was writing a song on the draft paper, and he turned the pen skillfully without stopping. Looking at Jiang Nuo and then at Yan Ruoyu, he was not happy: "No change."

Yan Ruoyu asked: "Why?"

Of course, the roommate would not say that he wanted to take advantage of Jiang Nuo as the producer, but he still changed his pen and forcibly talked about friendship: "We have a good relationship, if you get along well with your roommate, you won't want to switch with me." Bar."

"Oh." Yan Ruoyu changed his face in an instant, and leaned against the back of the chair slowly, just when his roommate and Jiang Nuo thought he had given up the idea of ​​changing rooms, Yan Ruoyu spread his five fingers, and said plainly:

"I'll give you this number, can you change it?"

Jiang Nuo's roommate's pen fell out of his hand after the words fell, and the roommate hurriedly went to find the pen, but did not sit back to the original position after picking it up, but hurriedly packed up the clothes and items on his bed.