Anecdote of the Northeast

At three o'clock in the morning, I suddenly wanted to send a text message to Wu Yuan, asking him what he was doing now.I took out this phone, but I struggled with this text message for half an hour and didn't send it.It's hypocritical, but luckily no one knows about it, um, except for Hui Xiaobao.

In the next two days, I put all my energy into this painting, or rather, I poured all my emotions into it.I didn't have the guts to make a phone call, so I could only look at the paintings.

Well, I'm pretty timid about this, but I really haven't thought about it yet.

I don't know who I really like, that poor little boy, or that handsome Wu Yuan.In fact, when I think about it carefully, my feelings for Wu Yuan began to deteriorate from a relatively early age.

But, Wu Yuan, even though this kid has come out to me a long time ago, he didn't say he likes my style!

I was so entangled, and then a week later, I wandered to the old man's studio with three paintings.After the old school building was refurbished, it became a lot brighter, and the old man's studio expanded by one-third of the area.

It is said that it was because the Art Academy in Beijing came to poach the wall, and the school leaders were afraid that he would really be poached, so they made great efforts to keep him.

When I went, Yu Ze happened to be there, and brought five works over, and each one was bigger than the other, filling half the studio.

The three figures and two landscapes are all meticulously crafted in a realistic style.I was puzzled, I was so exhausted that I only drew three pictures. This kid looks like a bamboo pole. How can he be so prolific?

The old man saw me coming, pointed to the corner by the wall, and motioned me to put the painting there first, and then come to listen to the lecture.I rubbed my nose, then put the painting there, and slowly came to the two of them.

What the old man is talking about now is a landscape painting, which is a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, a small bridge full of spring and flowing water. Of course, a girl holding an oil-paper fan and sitting on a small boat is indispensable.

Really, both Yu Ze and I like to draw beauties, but I draw beauties because the beautiful men in my family are not easy to deceive, and beauties generally like to be models.

As for Yu Ze, in almost every painting, there will be a girl with a different look, basically all beauties, each with their own style.It is said that the models this kid is looking for do not charge any money, as long as he can be Yu Ze's model, he will be very happy.

Tell me, I have to spend money to buy snacks when I go to the fairy house in my hall. This kid, I need a model to post upside down.

Of course, I don't look as handsome as my parents, and I don't look tall, rich and handsome. It is understandable that no girl is willing to post back.

The old man's explanations have always pointed to the core, and people will gain something after listening to them. Therefore, I have always been willing to listen to the old man's comments on paintings, just hoping that I can make more progress.

After all, these days, I really like to draw.

After Yu Ze finished speaking, it was naturally my turn.I helped Yu Ze take down the paintings one by one, and carefully put them into the storage box prepared by the old man.

Then, I put the three works I drew on the shelf one by one for the old man to comment on.

The old man always looked at the paintings first, and then commented on the good ones, the bad ones and his impressions one by one.The old man looked at it for about an hour, then walked to the front of the first painting, waved to me, and I hurried over.

Oh, by the way, that guy Yu Ze didn't even leave, he stood beside the old man, and he looked like he was listening to the teaching, very well-behaved.To be honest, I'm really flattered, after all, this kid has always left after listening to the old man's commentary, and has never really looked at the works of me and senior brother Deng Guoping.

Today I actually stayed, I think I can think that my work is better, which makes this guy feel a crisis.

"The child in your painting is very good, very creative, and has a very special idea. Whose child is this?" The old man looked at the child Zhou Dahu I drew, and nodded in satisfaction. "I found you kid, you are at the level of drawing characters now, and you can work on it in the future, but you can't say that you are giving up on landscape oil paintings, you know?"

I nodded quickly, "Don't worry, old man, I don't have time to go out to collect scenery recently, or I can paint some landscape paintings. This is my brother, how is it, does it look like it?"

I stood next to the work, compared a shape, and looked at the old man with a proud face.

"This child will definitely be more handsome than you in the future."

The old man glanced at me as if he didn't like it, and then pointed out a few minor flaws and asked me to correct them.

After that came the "Morning Exercise". The old man was very interested in the model I didn't know where to find. He felt that this person had a very distinctive appearance and a very peaceful temperament. Looking at it, he felt a desire to be close.

The old man pulled me, grabbed the painting, and talked a lot about character creation, and spoke highly of my painting.

It's been two years since I've been a teacher, but the old man rarely praises me. I'm really not used to being praised so suddenly.

And when it came to the last painting, the old man asked me a question directly, "Oh Chuan, how old are you this year?"

I rubbed my head, not knowing why, "It's also twenty."

The old man said with great emotion: "They are all young men, and it's time to fall in love. But Da Chuan, although we are engaged in art, we also pay attention to keeping ourselves clean, you must remember."

I nodded in confusion, "Teacher, I'm not a casual person."

The old man nodded, "That's good. As for this painting, it can be seen that you put a lot of effort into it, and I have nothing to comment on. But Da Chuan, you still need to create two more works. For this painting exhibition, can you It cannot be said that none of the paintings will be sold, at least one must be sold to test your market influence.”

Afterwards, the old man talked with me a lot, as long as it was about adolescents who were ignorant of puberty, young people should pay attention to restraint, the body is important, and things like feelings should learn to restrain themselves and not ignore them.

I was wondering, I just started playing with secret love, how did this old man know?

Of course, there's nothing to deny. I'm a more down-to-earth person. If you have a crush, you have a crush. There's no need to deny it.That is, I don't know what attitude my dad will have if I tell this to him.

And my mother, I don't know if she can accept a daughter-in-law who can't bear him a grandson.

The old man emphasized very seriously that I need to paint some landscape paintings, and I can't just take three paintings abroad with him, so I need to plan a collection of scenery, go to a place, and paint two creative works.

To be honest, I think the most creative way is to let my fairy family take me to Fengdu ghost town, where the pictures of Naihe Bridge or Wangxiang Terrace are absolutely creative and unique. And very realistic.

Where to go to sketch is a very difficult decision. Speaking of which, I have been to many places, but I have never really seen the scenery of any place seriously.

If you want to talk about the place I want to go the most, it has to be Shaolin Temple. Of course, when I was young and frivolous, I wanted to find the "Yi Jin Jing". Now, I know that the monks there are really not easy to mess with. forget it.

Finally, I decided to go to see the Yellow River, take a cruise down the river, and watch the magnificence of the mother river all the way.

Although I don't have much money now, I want to sketch this time, and I need a relatively slippery environment, so I booked a standard room with a sea view, so sharing with others is unavoidable.

However, I feel that although I seem to like a man now, it does not mean that all the men I have met like men. I am a minority after all.

Therefore, living with a strange man is not so unbearable.

Carrying simple luggage, my drawing tools and sketchbook, I boarded the cruise ship named "Qingfeng".To be honest, as a man from Northeast China, this is the first time for me to take a boat, and I am a little excited when I think about it.

Because I wanted to see the Yellow River, brothers Liu Zhenyuan, Hu Lingling, Huang Zishang, and Zhao Dagang all followed. They pretended to protect me, but I knew that these guys came here only to visit the Yellow River.

The Yellow River is called the Mother River. It has bred the Chinese civilization for thousands of years, and it has also bred many strange and weird creatures. From the perspective of mystics, some supernatural events are happening here almost at any time.The roar of a hundred people, the transparent coffin, the legend of the bald-tailed old Li, the iron chains that suppress the dragon veins, these incidents basically, until now no one has really figured out what happened.

Ordinarily, I should have a roommate, but I don’t know what happened. Now that the boat is sailing, I haven’t seen anyone enter the house to say hello to me.

But to be honest, my small 1 yuan is not in vain. The view room with windows, complete with TV, Internet, bathroom, 24-hour hot water, is simply the treatment of a four-star hotel.

The entire trip lasted twelve days, including back and forth. During this time, basically, this room was my world alone.

After the start of the journey, I almost appeared on the deck every day, using a sketchbook and a camera to record the scenery I saw along the way.

In fact, on the deck, there are still seven or eight people who do the same thing as me, either walking around with a drawing board, or carrying a big camera, flicking around.

Later, when I listened to people chatting in the restaurant, I realized that this route is a gathering place for famous artists. Every time I travel, I will bring a few so-called 'artists' with me.

Out of curiosity about my peers, I once passed by those two painters seemingly unintentionally, wondering how their paintings were.

How should I put it, there is a painting that is very good, but it looks like Ye Luzi at first glance, with a bit of any painting style.For academics, it's a bit unbearable, but for people watching, this guy's paintings are quite good.

The other one is the legendary abstract art. Most people really don't understand what the paintings are about, but he himself thinks that everything is good.

I can understand what he means by painting, but, I'm probably a bit vulgar, and I don't like abstract works.

Really, let me choose, I will only choose realism, impressionism is also acceptable, but abstraction is easy to leave.

The first three days of the trip were uneventful, with beautiful scenery every day, but no one had any accidents, and no one made troubles. For me, it was a very leisurely three days.

I collect materials in the morning, and in the evening, I will try to enjoy the creation.I plan to paint a work of scenery on both sides of the Yellow River.

For example, what I saw today was a solitary willow tree growing under a cliff.There is nothing around it, and it is the only bright color in the mixed yellow color.

During the day, I took photos and made two sketches. I feel very emotional. If I draw this picture, it will be very special.

So I typed the line draft and simply colored it. I want to remember this feeling, and I can fill in the rest after the trip.

As soon as I paint, I lose track of time, and I can't get rid of this problem.

By the time I wake up, it's pitch black outside and I rub my belly, mourning my missed dinner.

I thought about whether to take out a piece of bread and fill my stomach first, or go to the restaurant to try my luck. When I got on the boat, I remembered someone said that the restaurant is open 24 hours a day.

I went out of the cabin and came to the deck, intending to take a small path to the restaurant. On the deck, I saw a dark figure standing on the deck, staring motionless at the river at the bottom of the boat.

I glanced at him a few times, worried that he was going to jump into the river because of his overthinking, but after watching for a long time, I found that he didn't intend to put it into practice, so I didn't care.

Which artist is it likely to be, who is thinking about life there? If I go there, I will probably be scolded.

Thankfully, the restaurant does serve 24 hours, but it's leftover food from the day.After all, it's on a ship, and that's all there is to it. The next stop will be two days away.

I ate some cakes and drinks, then left the restaurant contentedly, and went to the deck, intending to catch some wind and watch the night view.

The figure was still standing there, and seemed to have no intention of leaving.

I stood not far from that guy, looking at the night, and felt unusually peaceful in my heart.Suddenly, I felt my heart beating faster and my whole body felt uncomfortable, as if something was coming this way.

I quickly opened my eyes and asked Hui Xiaobao to call back all those guys who had scattered around and played wildly.

After a while, I felt that there seemed to be a very strange sound coming from under the boat.

I looked down the sound, but I didn't see anything, but I could feel that there was indeed something making a sound below.

It's a bit like singing, but it's also a bit like someone is muttering to himself.

I was distinguishing carefully, and only heard a "puff", and a heavy object fell into the water.

I rolled my eyes silently in my heart, and seriously thought about whether I had become Conan.