Sesame Green Bean Garlic

On Monday when the store was closed, Huo Zian and You Liangchen borrowed Kuizi's car and drove to Fangzhuang in the suburbs.

They thought this area was just like other small villages on the outskirts of Beijing, with rows of low bungalows.They were taken aback when they entered. The house had been transformed into a deep house compound, with high iron gates, and the barking of the watchdog could be heard inside.

You Liangchen parked the car at the side of the narrow alley, turned off the engine and said: "Artists are doing well, this big villa is well built, and the rich man's house is just like this."

Huo Zian felt a deep psychological gap. He had seen many photos, videos and materials of the painter's village. The painter's village back then was indeed a simple rural bungalow. Several people lived together, and the remaining space was used Come and paint and put your work on.And now the big houses in front of me are tall and spacious, with large bright glass, almost the size of small art museums.The gap between the two is not decades, but clearly several classes.

They rang the doorbell, and after a while, the door opened, and the artist himself answered.

Lu Xia was in his early fifties, amiable, and asked, "Are you Huo Zian?" Huo Zian shook hands with him, and introduced You Liangchen.They had already greeted Lu Xia's assistant before they came, so Lu Xia welcomed them directly into the spacious studio without asking any questions.

The roof of the studio is two stories high, which is used to place large-scale works.Hanging on the white wall is an unfinished large painting, with countless food paintings on it. The straightforward big fish and meat exude a strong sense of sensuality.

Lu Xia was very interested in Huo Zian, and said: "Chef Huo, I've heard about you for a long time, and I've wanted to try your restaurant for a long time."

Huo Zian was flattered and said with a smile, "If you want to come, tell me in advance, and I will reserve a seat for you."

"That would be great!" he replied immediately, not in a polite tone.

They sat down.Lu Xia made tea for them, then looked at Huo Zian, waiting for him to speak.

Huo Zian didn't go around in circles, and asked directly: "I take the liberty of visiting because I want to ask you about a person. His name is Huo Xinde. Do you know him?"

"Huo Xinde..." Lu Xia whispered the name, and then touched his head, "I don't have any impression of this name. The surname is Huo, is it your relative?"

"It's my father." He took out his mobile phone and showed Lu Xia the old photo, "This is a remake in your book. The one standing is my father."

"Oh," Lu Xia showed an apologetic expression, "yes, yes. I took this photo. When I was in the painter's village, I once called a group of people to play in Tsinghua University. When this photo was taken, probably It is also this season that the pond is full of lotus flowers. We are here to see the lotus flowers.”

"Then do you remember my father?"

"Remember, we called him Axie back then. He came from Shanghai. His original name... I think few people remember it."

Huo Zian sighed inwardly, his father was not famous after all, not only was he not famous, he even lost his name.No wonder no one has heard of "Huo Xinde" after asking around.

"Where did he go after the painter's village was demolished?" As soon as he asked this question, Huo Zian felt nervous.

Lu Xia leaned back on the back of the chair, thought for a long time, and then said: "Actually, before the demolition, many people left. I am not familiar with Axie, and I don't know when he left. After that, I was in the circle. Never heard from him again."

Huo Zian sank all the way down, "He didn't draw anymore?"

Lu Xia smiled slowly.He looks like a mediocre and featureless person, but when he smiles, he actually has a greasy feeling.There is a very typical image in his paintings, a grinning bald rogue, and now he smiles exactly like his own works.

"I don't know whether he has painted or not. Times have changed, and painting doesn't have to be on canvas or hung in a gallery. When the painter's village was demolished, China entered the visual age in an all-round way. Painting is needed everywhere and everywhere. Image. In various business fields, in the media, even on the dinner table. Chef, every meal you cook, served on each plate, is a piece of work. You say whether he draws, maybe he does, but in my case Unfamiliar place."

Huo Zian and You Liangchen glanced at each other - if you said this, you didn't say it!

You Liangchen asked, "Are there any other people in this photo who are familiar with him?"

Lu Xia thought about it carefully, and pointed out a person: "Xiao Gao is also from the south, and lives with Ah Xie, maybe he can know. He teaches in the Academy of Fine Arts, you can ask him, maybe there are other clues .”

Huo Zian said gratefully: "Thank you! I interrupted your work." Seeing that he couldn't ask anything, he was about to leave.

But Lu Xia kept them back and said, "Sit down for a while, our small village is very far away, everyone is here, let's stay a little longer."

Huo Zian had no choice but to continue drinking tea.They chatted for a while, Lu Xia suddenly pointed to the unfinished painting and said, "Chef, what do you think of this painting?"

Huo Zian was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at the painting carefully.The warm-colored painting densely paints the food, which at first glance looks like the bodies of many people cuddling together, and the size of the painting is so large that it makes people feel uncomfortable.Huo Zian shook his head, "I don't know how to paint."

"But you know food."

"This...isn't food."

Lu Xia showed a "poppy" smile, "You feel sick when you look at it?"

Huo Zian didn't answer directly, but said: "It's too late."

"It's too late," Lu Xia looked at his painting, nodded and said, "Chef Huo, you don't think it's food, but these are the countless meals I've had; it's so scary to put it on a canvas."

Huo Zian smiled and said, "Do you think this is realistic?"

"Of course. Chef, I really like food. Look at the bald head I painted. A painting can sell for tens of millions. Many people say that what I paint is the face of Chinese people during the economic transition period. In fact," Lu Xia With a mysterious smile, "I drew steamed buns."

Huo Zian and You Liangchen: "..."

But Lu Xia said seriously: "A big pot of steamed buns, steaming out of the oven, round and smooth, this is the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water."

Huo Zian could only say, "Your imagination is really rich."

"Haha, no one believes that what I drew is a steamed bun. I have eyes and a nose, and I can open my mouth to smile, but it's just a steamed bun."

Huo Zian was taken aback, the words were meaningful, and there was an indescribable sadness in it. "I heard that you don't draw light now... don't you draw steamed buns?"

"That's right!" Lu Xia said in a high tone: "Because I have never seen such a beautiful thing. To tell you the truth, I drew this picture because I suffered from anorexia."

"Huh?" Huo Zian was surprised, this Lu Xia was a bit nervous, but he was not thin, and he was in good spirits.

Lu Xia looked at the disbelieving eyes of the two, "I mean, mental anorexia. Every time I eat, it feels like you look at this painting. It's too full, too much."

Huo Zian rubbed his nose, "Hmm... this... Maybe painting is useless, you should see a doctor."

"Should I see a psychiatrist? Hey, I've talked to them. They only know their profession, but they don't know the world. I've seen more dead people than they have seen living people. What's the use?"

You Liangchen: "Zian is not talking about a psychiatrist, what he means is that you may have accumulated food, please seek medical treatment from an old Chinese doctor, and it will be fine after a few stretches."

Huo Zi'an smiled and said, "Yes, you think too much, maybe the problem can be easily solved."

Lu Xia ignored their teasing, and said seriously to Zian, "I read your dishes in a magazine, and I feel very comfortable, and I don't feel nauseous at all. If possible, can you cook me dinner?"

"Oh," Huo Zian laughed, "Of course. My restaurant is open to welcome customers, so come over anytime you have time." He thought to himself, playing tricks for a long time, so he just wanted to have a meal.According to what he meant, he also wanted to add a plug, go through the back door, and get over the difficult reservation.

Huo Zian was grateful for his help and agreed to open an extra table for him.Lu Xia was very happy, "Then it will be two weeks! I will go there with my friends. I hope you have found your father by then, and we brothers can reunite for a while."

When they got out of the door, the two finally couldn't help it and laughed together.

Yu Liangchen: "I won't be able to look directly at the steamed buns anymore."

"Don't tell me, his bald head is really smooth and sexy. Hey, you really have a big bald head. It must be prettier than his!"

"Screw you!"

The two walked back to the car.You Liangchen looked at Zi'an and said, "What's the matter? Are you still looking for it?"

Huo Zian thought for a while: "Go, let's go to the Academy of Fine Arts now."

He felt very uncomfortable. Judging from the existing clues, his father was not doing well in Beijing. Twenty years ago, when China's economy took off, contemporary artists like Lu Xia rose up with the tide, and paintings were sold for tens of millions at Sotheby's.The group of people who were once struggling underground jumped to the upper echelons of society.They are so rich that they can suffer from anorexia. In a world full of nausea, they miss the white steamed buns of the past...

Of course, some of them drowned under the waves.

Was the father one of them?

They couldn't get through to the professor of the Academy of Fine Arts, so they drove directly to the academy.

In the department office, a woman looked them up and down, wondering: "Are you looking for Professor Gao, what's the matter?"

It's a long story, but Huo Zian simply replied: "My father is his good friend. I came to work in Beijing, so I stopped by to visit his old man."

The woman sneered: "Good friend? Doesn't my good friend know that he has gone abroad?"

The two were startled.Huo Zian: "I don't know. Where did he go and when will he come back?"

"I went to a university in the United States as a guest, and I will come back next year."

You Liangchen asked: "Can you give us his contact information in the United States?"

The woman looked at the criminals up and down, "Since we are good friends, we should know his family members. If we go with his family members, I can't give them to you here!"

This push was so clean that Huo Zian was speechless.He thought about it, and decided to tell her the truth brazenly, and was about to speak, but Yu Liangchen stopped him.

"Okay, thank you very much." You Liangchen said, pulling Huo Zian away.

Huo Zian was dejected, did the clue end here?Or go back and grind Lu Xia?If you know which university it is, you can call and ask, but the person in the office is not even willing to disclose which university.Or ask his students?Will there be information about him online?Huo Zian had so many thoughts, he didn't know where to start.

You Liangchen hugged his shoulders and touched his face: "Don't be sad, find someone, what a big deal!"

Huo Zian looked up at him, but saw his handsome face with an extremely relaxed expression.

"Do you have a solution?"

The corner of Yu Liangchen's mouth curled up: "I can't do anything else, but this is my lair, not to mention a single person, even a kitten can be caught by you."

The author has something to say:

Painting bald-headed and naughty people, so to speak, will remind you of that painter.This article is not an insinuation, it is purely a spoof, I feel that the bald head really looks like a steamed bun...

I have indeed seen that unfinished dense horror work, and I just felt uncomfortable at the time, but I made up the cause and effect.And that painter must love to eat, and even opened a restaurant.Ah, it's getting darker and darker...

In the next chapter, go to Tsinghua University to press the road.