The Romance of a Young Painter

After returning to City S, Zhou Nianjiu took back the phone, and when it was turned on, it vibrated incessantly. Most of them were messages from Wenming Yuanwen Ju'an, with a few messages from Li Xiang mixed in.He first called Wenmingyuan to report his safety, then sent a message to Wen Juan who had already gone to City B, and finally clicked on Li Xiang's, which contained a long list of historical news, the first one was a message link, about Shen Guangji of.

Zhou Nianjiu took a general look, and then dialed Li Xiang's number.

"You're on! You don't even know what I've been through the past few days. I was shocked when I saw the news. I really wanted to find someone to ask if it was true, but no one in this circle except the master and you and me I don’t know each other well, and I don’t know who to turn to. Do you think Mr. Shen has been fired? I still want to take his college entrance examination next year, although my mother may not agree with me to study in other places..." Over there Picking up the phone, he said in a crackling voice that Zhou Nianjiu had no part to speak. After a while, the place suddenly quieted down, and then the voice sounded a little embarrassed, saying, "I'm sorry, I've been holding back for several days. So it's a little bit exciting, don't mind it."

"Well, it's okay, I know you have always liked Mr. Shen's paintings," Zhou Nianjiu said, "but a lot of news on the Internet is eye-catching, so don't take it too seriously. Only Mr. Shen knows the specific situation. Besides, no matter what Mr. Shen Whether you are in CAFA, you can consider CAFA as your target school, after all, painting is a personal creation and has nothing to do with others.”

"What you said makes sense, but I still care a little bit," Li Xiang said distressedly, "ah, forget it, it's useless to think about it, I can only hope that everything is well for him, and I don't even have Mr. I've seen it."

Zhou Nianjiu could almost imagine Li Xiang's expression now, he couldn't help softening his face, and said: "I believe Teacher Shen must have his own plan, as long as we are on the same road, we will meet naturally when the time comes."

Li Xiang said angrily: "I hope this day will come sooner. In addition, there is a good news and a bad news. The good news is that Teacher Shen is holding his first solo exhibition in City B these days. The bad news is that my mother is not Ken let it go. By the way, you haven’t started school yet, have you? Do you want to go and have a look?”

Zhou Nianjiu said: "If the time is right, I will go. Please send me the information of the exhibition first."

The two talked a few more words and then hung up the phone. After a while, the message came. Li Xiang also added a sentence: I really envy you. Please look at the painting for me. It would be even better if you can take a picture and come back. up.

Zhou Nianjiu simply replied "Yes".He doesn't quite understand this kind of enthusiasm like a fan chasing a star. At the same time, he thinks that with Shen Guangji's strength, it is natural to have an admirer like Li Xiang.

When he got home, Wen Wenyuan looked around him several times to make sure he was intact before he was completely relieved. After asking about the winter camp, he said, "Your school is really good. It's just going to experience life in the countryside. Why do you sign a confidentiality contract?" protocol."

Zhou Nianjiu also felt that it was no big deal, so he chatted with Wenmingyuan about his experience in the past few days, and showed Wenmingyuan the paintbrush sent by Carpenter Zhao.

Wen Wenyuan has dealt with many hand-made brush studios for Zhou Nianjiu these years, and he can roughly tell the quality of the craftsmanship, and Zhou Nian's look of loving it, he couldn't help but praise: "Sure enough, the masters are among the people. "

Zhou Nianjiu said: "Yeah, this winter camp has yielded a lot, but unfortunately I don't know where the place is, so it will be difficult to see Master Zhao again."

Wen Wenming couldn't see Zhou Nianjiu's regretful expression, so he said, "Don't worry, I'll find someone to inquire about it."

Zhou Nianjiu gave a "hmm" and said, "Dad, I plan to go to City B before school starts?"

Wen Wenyuan was taken aback, and said, "Why did you say you were going to leave right after you came back? City B, are you going to see your brother?"

Zhou Nianjiu said, "No, there is an art exhibition over there."

Wen Wenyuan said, "It's so cold, do I have to go?"

Zhou Nianjiu said, "Well, it's Teacher Shen Guangji's solo exhibition. I want to see it."

Wen Wenyuan remembered this person, and he said, "If you really want to go, go ahead, contact your brother first, and let him pick you up."

Zhou Nianjiu left as soon as he said that, he booked an early morning flight to City B, and after having lunch with Wen Juan, he went straight to the art exhibition.

Ulysses ULYSSES

There was only a poster with black letters on a gray background posted at the entrance, and in addition to the name of the exhibition, only the author's name was added.

Zhou Nianjiu walked into the hall, facing the huge silver-gray blackout curtain hanging from the roof, he walked in from the entrance on the right, and fell into darkness.The paintings displayed on the wall of the corridor are illuminated by soft spotlights. Each piece of work is the deeds of the legendary hero Ulysses. Sith struggled between hope and despair, years of wandering made his expression full of hesitation, thorns pierced his feet, and his body was as dry as wood; the warm home was interspersed in each painting in a dreamlike form Among them, it is in stark contrast to the pain of Ulysses when he was undergoing trials.At the position of the last one, which should be the most important finale, there is a huge picture frame hanging, and the inside of the picture frame is blank.

Zhou Nianjiu stood in front of the empty picture frame for a long time.

"It's a mystery." A person next to him whispered.

Some people echoed: "Yes. And these paintings are obviously influenced by the Pre-Raphaelites. Even the content is an overused theme of classical mythology, and there is no new idea in creation."

Some people also objected: "It's not all, the color and brushwork are typical Shen Guangji's style."

The person before distinguished: "Then it cannot be denied that these so-called new works of his are not as good as the ones he won awards in the past few years. The success of youth really does not last long. Is it possible that Shen Guangji is exhausted?"

"It's possible. I heard that he has been dismissed by the Central Academy of Fine Arts."

There were not many people watching the exhibition at this time, and although the voices of these few people were not loud, they seemed particularly abrupt.

Zhou Nianjiu frowned, moved away from those people, suddenly someone patted his shoulder lightly, he turned sideways, and saw Shen Guangji's calm and gentle face.

"You're here." Shen Guangji was not in a questioning tone, but stated plainly as if seeing an old friend.

Zhou Nianjiu didn't exchange pleasantries, but asked directly: "Ulysses is on the way, is heaven or hell waiting for him?"

Shen Guangji said: "We will discuss this issue later, you come with me."

There was a small compartment at the end of the silver-gray curtain. Shen Guangji put an easel inside. The paintings on it were covered with a cloth, and he walked over to uncover them.

The moment Zhou Nianjiu saw the picture, he suddenly remembered a poem he read a long time ago:

Travelers looking for passion

Walk through the desolate habitats of migratory birds

plaster statue open window

artist from behind

smash them with tools

He couldn't help but look straight at Shen Guangji, and asked, "Is this what you're going to do next? Destroy everything you already have with a painting exhibition that ruins more than reputation, and then start again?"

Shen Guangji smiled and said, "It's still so sharp." He pulled up a chair and motioned Zhou Nianjiu to sit down beside the painting stool.

Zhou Nianjiu smelled that the paint was still fresh, which indicated that the painting had just been completed.

I just heard Shen Guangji say: "If you want to fill a full cup with new things, you have to pour out the old ones. I'm very greedy and I only want the best."

Zhou Nianjiu said suspiciously: "But there is no need to use such a form, just do what you want directly."

Shen Guangji said: "I have a reason to do this." He didn't intend to explain the specific reason, the inside story was too complicated and dirty, Zhou Nianjiu didn't need to know.

Zhou Nianjiu didn't mean to ask, he only cared about what Shen Guangji would do next.

Shen Guangji said: "I have been restrained for too long, and I will probably walk around to find inspiration in the next time."

Zhou Nianjiu asked, "Where are you planning to go?"

Shen Guangji said: "Go to the South Indian Islands first. It is said that there are wonderful oceans and islands there, like a string of pearls left by the gods in the world."

Zhou Nianjiu said, "It sounds beautiful."

Shen Guangji said: "I will draw it when the time comes, and bring it to you when I come back."

Zhou Nianjiu said, "That's great."

Shen Guangji changed the subject and asked, "How about you, how are you preparing for the exam?"

Zhou Nianjiu said: "It's progressing well, it should be no problem to get into B University."

Shen Guangji smiled and said: "It turns out that apart from being good at painting, he is also a top student. No wonder I can't get the recommendation quota."

Zhou Nianjiu smiled embarrassedly.

Shen Guangji said: "It's much better to smile than to keep a straight face. You are not very old, why do you live like an old man?"

Zhou Nianjiu was even more embarrassed, and said, "Mr. Shen, please stop making fun of me."

Shen Guangji said: "I'm not a teacher anymore, let's change my name, Shen Guangji, Guangji, whatever."

After all, there was an age gap, Zhou Nianjiu couldn't help but Shen Guangji didn't insist, and said: "The air here is not very good, let's go out, and then it's time to answer your previous question."

When they returned to the exhibition area, the group of people who had seen the exhibition before had left, and the front of the blank picture frame was temporarily vacant.

Shen Guangji walked up to the picture frame and reached out to adjust a switch on the side of the picture frame. At this moment, a person suddenly rushed out from the side, took out a paint bucket from behind, and was about to splash the contents on Shen Guangji's body.

Shen Guangji turned his back to that side and didn't notice at all.

Zhou Nianjiu quickly rushed forward and pulled Shen Guangji aside, only to see a scarlet splash like blood, hitting the picture frame, and then slowly flowing from the wall to the ground.

"What are you doing?!" Zhou Nianjiu questioned.

"It's none of your business!" The man came to his senses and said, "Shen Guangji, you deceitful fellow, sooner or later everyone will know your true colors."

Shen Guangji said coldly: "I really don't know what it means. Although I don't know you, I know why you are here. Go back and tell the person who ordered you to come, and say that Shen Guangji accepted his gift."

The man's face was blue and red, and he wanted to argue a few words, but soon the security guard came and took him away.

"Mr. Shen, what's going on?" Zhou Nianjiu saw Shen Guangji showing such a stern expression for the first time, and he was a little confused about the situation.

"It's just a mad dog being used, don't take it to heart." Shen Guangji said, "Thank you for helping me just now. How are you? Is there anything wrong?"

Zhou Nianjiu shook her head and said, "It's fine, but Mr. Shen, your painting..."

Shen Guangji smiled and said: "This person has saved me a lot of trouble." He returned to the small cubicle and took out the painting tools, and directly painted on the place where it was splashed with paint.

A sea of ​​fire.

The crimson smoke rose upwards, and the same roasted crimson people struggled in the flames, and the color directly above the flames was lightened, showing a transparent feeling, like a sea of ​​glass mixed with fire, in which there were vaguely seraphs Singing to the harp, there is a white soul reflecting the brilliance of the fire, shining in the sea of ​​glass.

Zhou Nianjiu suddenly understood the answer to the question.

Shen Guangji had already completed the finale of his painting exhibition. When he turned around, there were already many people standing behind him. All of them were shocked by such a powerful impromptu work.

Shen Guangji's gaze didn't stop at those people at all, he could only see the young painter, his blue to black eyes were clear, it seemed that he wasn't stained by the scarlet all over the wall at all, he didn't need any words, Shen Guangji Knowing that these eyes could read what he was trying to express was something he had expected.

"How?" Shen Guangji asked.

"Great! It really is worthy of Teacher Shen!" Zhou Nianjiu said.

Shen Guangji could see a trace of childish joy on his face. Most people would be embarrassed to say such things, but this is also the unique style of this person in front of him. This simple and direct reaction made Shen Guangji feel fresh and interesting. He smiled and said: "As long as you like it."

He suddenly walked up to Zhou Nianjiu, put his hand on his shoulder, and said, "Don't move."

Zhou Nianjiu followed his line of sight and saw a bright red spot on his clothes, probably splashed on it accidentally when he stopped the man just now.The soft pen tip in Shen Guangji's hand walked lightly on his shoulder, and the two were so close that Zhou Nianjiu could clearly hear his breathing.

The painting under the pen is gradually taking shape, it is a flower bud waiting to be released.

"For you to encounter such a thing and cause you to stain your clothes, this should be a gift from me to express my apology and gratitude." Shen Guangji said.