Qingqiu [Transmigration Book]

After returning from the hospital yesterday, Mu Qingqiu ate something casually and went to bed early.After going to the hospital to take an X-ray to confirm that the bone was fine, the doctor applied some ointment, wrapped it in gauze and went home.

The original body was able to resist because of regular exercise?Or is it because of the muscles?

However, when Mu Qingqiu woke up the next day, he discovered an even more shocking fact - he recovered!

"It's too strong!" Mu Qingqiu suddenly wanted to run around the world to show off, "Great, I can go to class today!"

But suddenly remembered that the class was postponed to next week last night, Mu Qingqiu was really embarrassed to tell the coach about the class again.

"Forget it, next week will be next week."

So, Mu Qingqiu turned on his phone, thinking about how to enrich his day.

When passing through, Mu Qingqiu confirmed that although this world is not much different from the original world.But many of my own entertainment websites have been deprived.He seriously suspects that the author didn't create it because he didn't know it.

After lunch, Mu Qingqiu turned on the phone again, but it was boring to swipe back and forth.

A little irritable.

After much deliberation, Mu Qingqiu decided to go shopping in the mall.

Taishikou is the most prosperous commercial center in Heyuan City, located on the West Second Ring Road.

Mu Qingqiu didn't want to be stuck in traffic, so he took the subway to go out.

When he transferred to Line [-] again, he suddenly found that one stop was the Central Art Museum. He had an idea—go to the art museum to see it!I wonder what kind of works will be exhibited in this world?I hope it is not a modern abstract art with unclear meaning.

It's been a long time since Mu Qingqiu has met a national pavilion that charges a fee, but fortunately, he brought his wallet with him when he went out.He took the guide map at the front desk and planned to look upstairs first.

The Central Art Museum in this world is still very large, and there are many exhibits in it.The fourth floor is the Chinese painting exhibition, with various ink paintings, mostly landscape paintings.The treasure of the town hall is actually Zhang Zeduan's "Along the River During the Qingming Festival". Mu Qingqiu was very pleasantly surprised. In the previous world, people usually saw it in books or on the Internet. If you want to see the real thing, you have to check the exhibition schedule , but have to line up or even make an appointment, it is not easy to watch once.

Mu Qingqiu learned a little painting when he was a child, he knew a little bit of Chinese painting, sketching, and gouache, but he was not proficient.Later, I fell into Two-dimensional, and started to use markers, colored pencils, etc. to copy my favorite characters.

But after all, he didn't have a lot of time to invest in it, so Mu Qingqiu mostly followed the gourd to paint. If he created it by himself, the painting would be a mess.

Since I started working, it is not bad to be able to calm down and draw a picture every year.Therefore, Mu Qingqiu now looks at paintings mostly to see the artistic conception, and rarely thinks about the composition, light and shadow.

For the paintings he likes, Mu Qingqiu always stands in front of the paintings for a long time, slowly savoring his feelings about the paintings, and then habitually records them with his mobile phone.

The third floor is mainly for photography, and Mu Qingqiu went out after walking around like a horse watching flowers.

Looking at the guide in his hand, the second floor is an exhibition of modern art. Mu Qingqiu glanced at it, and saw some particularly abstract works: there was a white pillar surrounded by it. Mu Qingqiu thought it was plaster, but when he walked in, it turned out to be a pile of The rolled paper, the snow-white rolled paper was cut with many barbs.

Mu Qingqiu read it for a long time and didn't know what the author wanted to express. Could it be bamboo shoots?

Not to mention the painting, the first piece of work that entered the museum was a light-colored canvas with a line drawn by a pencil, which was still curved. There is a large dot of silver and vermilion, and the paint seems to have been thrown on it at will.

After many years, Mu Qingqiu felt that he still couldn't understand some modern art works, such as Mondrian's "Composition of Red, Yellow and Blue", such as Miro's "Azure Gold", and "Waiting for You" played by the teacher in history class. Godot" - until the end of the play, Godot did not appear - but I don't know why the recorded live audience stood up and applauded.

Mu Qingqiu couldn't feel the beauty from it, and felt that these paintings were meaningless.In the end, as always, I walked quickly through the exhibition hall and took the escalator to the first floor.

The first floor has always been a temporary exhibition hall, and Mu Qingqiu's eyes lit up when he saw today's exhibition.

This month's exhibition is two or three paintings or sculptures borrowed by the Central Art Museum from famous museums in various countries.

Mu Qingqiu stopped in front of Vincent Van Gogh's "Cypresses in a Wheat Field" and couldn't move away.The desire to draw it surged in my heart.

Van Gogh's brushstrokes are always so public and radical, blooming on the canvas like summer flowers - thriving cypresses, golden wheat waves surging, even the cyan sky is disturbed by flowing clouds clean.

Mu Qingqiu didn't have the habit of bringing sketchbooks and pencils with him, after all, he planned to go shopping.

It's a pity, Mu Qingqiu decided to take a photo, but the phone's pixels are not high, and the focusing effect is not as good as what he saw with his own eyes.

There should be some peripherals, Mu Qingqiu thought.So, I planned to go to the memorial hall to buy a notebook, but I couldn't find the memorial hall on the map.

Returning resentfully, I suddenly saw a young man wearing an ink-black mask holding a Mazza, sitting down facing Rodin's "The Thinker", and then took out a charcoal pencil and a sketchbook.

After hesitating for a while, Mu Qingqiu came forward and said hello in a low voice: "Hello. Sorry to interrupt you, but I would like to ask, can I borrow a piece of sketching paper and a pencil? Just give me the one I don't use often."

The man who was asked looked up at him in horror, and heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that he wanted paper. He took a sketchbook from his backpack, and gave Mu Qingqiu a random pen.

"Thank you!" Mu Qingqiu half-bowed after receiving it with both hands.

"It's okay." The man's voice was very pleasant, like the voice of jade, pure and warm.The pupils are also clear, and the pupils like ink are as deep as the night.

It must look good with the mask off.Mu Qingqiu thought, and walked to the cypress tree again.

Every stroke Mu Qingqiu made was very cautious, after all, he didn't bring an eraser with him.

Finally, the copying was completed, and at first glance they looked alike, but Mu Qingqiu always felt that he hadn't grasped the essence of Van Gogh.

"You draw well, from Gome?" At some point, the young man stood beside him.

"No, I majored in economics and management in college. It's just a hobby."

"That's pretty impressive. You like this one?"

"Well, I like most of Van Gogh's landscape paintings, especially the starry sky and cypress trees he painted." Mu Qingqiu smiled, "May I have a look at your thinker?"

"It's ok. I don't have any drawing ideas recently, so I ran over to copy it." The man said while pulling out a sketchbook from his backpack.

Just as he was about to hand it to Mu Qingqiu, he heard the security guard say, "The museum will be closed in 10 minutes." Then he stood at the door and waited for the time to clear the venue.

"It's so late. Thank you for your painting tools today. Is your time convenient? May I treat you to dinner? Or something to drink?"

"Okay, are you familiar with this neighborhood? Go to the place you often go to." The corners of the man's eyes were slightly curved downward, looking very gentle.

"Actually, I'm not very familiar with this place. Where do you usually go to eat?"

"Don't call me 'you', oh, I haven't said my name yet, my name is Gu Shuang, just call me directly, how about you?"

"!!...Mu Qingqiu."

"It's a nice name. Can I call you Qingqiu from now on?"

"OK."

"Then, let's go, Qingqiu, I'll take you to the bar I often go to. Oh, by the way, are you an adult?"

"Hmm." Do I look so young?

"That's good." The two walked out of the art gallery side by side.

Mu Qingqiu felt like an empty-handed white wolf. "Yu, are you there? Isn't this the male second!!"

"Yes. I wanted to remind you, but I found that you guys are making good progress. Just wait until you find out by yourself, lest you be nervous."

"……Fine."

The days of mid-autumn are getting shorter and shorter, and it is only before six o'clock, but the sun is already fading.The setting sun in the southwest dyed the sky golden, and the clouds were also inlaid with a circle of gold, and a row of geese flew by.

The two sighed at the same time: "It's so beautiful (ah)." After speaking, they looked at each other and smiled.

Not long after leaving the art gallery.Gu Chen took off the mask and put it in his pocket.

Mu Qingqiu was a little surprised but didn't say anything.

Follow Gu Sang through the city center, turn left and right.

The two have been talking about painting along the way, from Van Gogh to Monet, from Impressionism to surrealism, from ink to acrylic, as if they met each other.

Finally, I stopped in front of a brown wood shop with a modern style. There was only a beam of light on the signboard, reflecting the name of the bar "Flaubert's Sunday". On the right side of the shop was a wooden sign with a blue sofa printed on it. Pub sign.

Mu Qingqiu asked the system to know that this place is part of Taishikou, but the location is relatively remote, so there are not many people on the road.

"Here we are." With that said, Gu Chen pushed the door open and entered.

There are only tinkling sounds, the lights are dimmed, there is an unknown Bruce in the restaurant, and there are not many customers.

Seeing Gu Shuang walk in, the bartender at the bar greeted him enthusiastically: "Hey, Gu Shuang, you didn't spend another day in the art gallery today, did you?"

"if not."

"Huh? This is...?"

"I met Mu Qingqiu in the art museum. Qingqiu, this is Ruo Ye, I'm a child."

"It's an art gallery again, is it an adult this time?"

"Are you annoying, I asked."

"Hey, Qingqiu, let me tell you, last time he brought a girl here, and it happened to come for an inspection, and it was found that she was underage, but she was actually not young, and it was still a month away. It didn't bother us... ..."

Mu Qingqiu smiled, thinking to himself, this is also an acquaintance.

"Shut up. I still follow the old rules. Bring the menu." Gu Shuang gestured with his eyes and asked Ruoye to give the menu to Mu Qingqiu.

"Know it."

Mu Qingqiu looked at the menu, struggled for a long time, and finally chose seafood pasta and a cup of Long Island iced tea.

"Is Qingqiu a college student in the Department of Economics?"

"No, I graduated a long time ago, 3...26, and I'm already working."

"Wow, then you are older than me. I'm only 22." Gu Shuang was a little surprised, "Oh, by the way, can I take a look at your paintings? I usually don't use pencils to copy oil paintings, but the effect you draw feels a bit strange. no the same."

"Not really..." But he still took it out. "I heard that you have held many solo exhibitions, and many paintings have been bought for a lot of money."

"Oh? You know me? It's actually not that great. It's just that someone appreciates it, and some of it is blown out. Actually, in the bottleneck period recently, do you know the feeling that no matter how you write, you feel that something is wrong? That’s where I am now. I talked to the professor and he suggested that I copy and maybe find inspiration.”

"So... did you find inspiration today?"

"That's right." Looking at the painting, Gu Chen raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you mind if you lend me a few days?"

Mu Qingqiu was flattered, you Picasso asked me to borrow a painting?

But he still agreed: "Of course I don't mind."

I saw that Gu Suo took out the sketchbook and quickly wrote down the phone number and address, "This is my contact information. I'll send it to you in a few days, okay?"

"No problem, or if you are busy, I can also go to your place to find you."

As soon as Gu Chen's lasagna was served, he asked him to pack it up, "Please treat me to this meal. I'll be leaving first."

"??" Mu Qingqiu was stunned by this sudden series of actions, but he did say that he wanted to invite him to dinner.

"Yo, it seems that Da Touch finally got inspiration?"

When Gu Sang went out, Mu Qingqiu was still holding the note in his hand and didn't react.

After Mu Qingqiu had dinner, he left Flaubert's bar.

During the meal, I also chatted with Ruo Ye, but almost everything about Gu Sang can be found on the Internet, and there is nothing special about it.

After all, I just met him. Although Ruo Ye is cheerful, he also knows what information can and cannot be said about his friend.

However, Mu Qingqiu confirmed that the girl she brought over last time was Shen Menghan.

At that time, Shen Menghan participated in the school's art tandem activities—that is, vocal music, musical instruments, literature, and painting intersect with each other, and activities in which one major learns knowledge of another major.It just so happened that she chose oil painting, and in order to complete the homework, she went to the art gallery to copy it.

Mu Qingqiu remembered this plot, after all, this was the second encounter between the male lead and the female lead, and there was a small accident in the middle - Shen Menghan helped a little boy find his mother.

That made Gu Chen feel that Shen Menghan was an angel in this world.After that, the male second got some inspiration, and even held a solo exhibition, in which several paintings were based on Shen Menghan.

Mu Qingqiu suddenly felt that history was always surprisingly similar.

After returning home, Mu Qingqiu remembered that he forgot to confirm Gu Shuang's feelings for Shen Menghan.

So, Mu Qingqiu began to think again, why did he inadvertently reveal that he knew Shen Menghan?

Mu Qingqiu simulated all kinds of conversations in his head, and his brain hurt from thinking about it, so he shouted: "It doesn't matter, the boat will go straight to the bridge, and the car will have a way to the front of the mountain!"

Before going to bed, Mu Qingqiu found a novel to read in the study.

Mu Qingqiu stood in front of the bookshelf in the middle and searched for a long time, and finally found it on the right bookshelf. "Hey, strange, I remember it was in the middle."

But he quickly forgot about it, lay on the bed, and read the novel with relish.