Eros kisses Psyche

Jiang Nian took a few steps closer, but for some reason, she suddenly felt that it was inappropriate to step forward to disturb her; the handsome young man stood silently in front of her work, his eyes were lonely and silent, his eyes were slightly red and swollen, and the two tears were not yet dry , fully understood the meaning she wanted to convey.

Jiang Nian was instantly satisfied, all the expressions she wanted, all the praises she wanted were conveyed silently; she knew very well that it was because the soul in her works touched the people in front of her, making the people in front of her feel moved. He is deeply immersed in some kind of empathy, so he is unwilling to step forward easily and disrupt the balance of this artistic exchange.

Cheng Zhu also found out.He thought something was wrong, so he took two steps forward, just in time to see Xu Budie with his head down, under the illumination of the spotlights, the contours of his face became more distinct, and there was a bright water mark from the corner of his eyes to his chin .

He stopped at his feet, and exchanged glances with Jiang Nian, both of which were tacit understanding and did not step forward to disturb.

There were no other visitors in the exhibition hall, and the stereo played a piece of light music carefully selected by Jiang Nian to cater to the theme at the lowest level, which sometimes made it difficult for people to wake up from the illusion brought by the artwork.

Cheng Zhu quietly watched this young man who usually lived with great enthusiasm, finally entering his own world.He had never seen Xiao Xu like this before: Xiao Xu in front of him was always young, vigorous, enthusiastic and honest, putting others first in everything, rarely showing himself, or in other words, He always hides his current self and shows Cheng Zhu that bright, enthusiastic and beautiful young man.

But now, standing under the single spotlight, the young man who is half-darkly outlined by the glamor has a slumped and sharp breath on his body, like a weed that has been trampled countless times, although it falls down softly in the direction of being trampled But he stood up defiantly where no one was paying attention.But he is soft and helpless, he doesn't even know if he can stand up again next time, he doesn't know how long he can last, and no one will take pity on him, the half that melted like wax The female statue opened its white and flexible body in front of him, as if it wanted to envelop him together.

Only then did Cheng Zhu realize that he actually didn't know him well.Why does he have such empathy for such a heavy sculpture that declares the theme of life?Generally speaking, children of this age do not have much synaesthesia. Only after experiencing many joys, sorrows, joys, joys and sorrows in life, and having their own precipitation, can they feel the melting of it and the powerlessness of the self in the melting. resonance.Look at Jing Jianian, he only pays attention to the technique of this work, and immediately loses interest; like Lele, he doesn't even watch this kind of work at all, and has no interest at all.Some things have different meanings at different ages.

Cheng Zhu felt as if something had pricked his heart.He thought of the boy unconsciously swallowing Lele's leftover meat.It turned out that I didn't know anything.What happened to him?The traces of tears that were buried under the smiles and had never been revealed were suddenly exposed without preparation, but if I went up at this time, the silvery wet traces would disappear immediately, like spring snow melting on the surface. In the wind, he hides it without a trace.

Actually I should have thought of it.He should not be as old as he said, should be younger.Smoking like a deer, it can be seen from many habits that he does not look like a child who has been growing up in the countryside.And at this age, it is impossible to only think about making money... His desire for money does not seem to be a normal need.

But Cheng Zhu couldn't think about it anymore; Xu Budie's slightly half-bowed posture was like a frightened and vigilant beast, but the youthful life obeyed the neck weighed down by fate, both longing and resisting, longing and Reluctantly, he gradually moved closer to the white female body.He suddenly felt that this work seemed to be more alive than before, the statue was continuously absorbing life force from him, his arm was propped up in front of the railing steps, but the meridians on his arm showed the power of resistance; Individuals seem to be fused into one, and out of the fusion into two.Jiang Nian also noticed this: it seems that this young man is standing here, his neck is bent, his legs are arched, and one foot is separated and glued together. delicate balance.Only when he stands here resisting and reluctant, obedient and struggling, does this work suddenly become full and profound.

She couldn't help but look at Cheng Zhu, and Cheng Zhu was also looking at her, made a silent gesture, then couldn't help but took out a pen and paper from her bosom, and scribbled out a large scale.Jiang Nian also understood in an instant. She was very familiar with Cheng Zhu's behavior style, so she didn't ask any more questions. She went directly to the back of the booth, brought an easel for her former teacher, and put paper on it.Almost without any thought, Cheng Zhu stretched this scene on the white paper...

Jing Jianian also saw it—he saw the painting first—the simple outline of the lines, the bright and dark faces, sharp edges and corners, the shady and bright at the same time emerged from the white world.Cheng Zhu was also immersed in it, looking at the works and prototypes in the painting with focused and enthusiastic eyes, not knowing that there was someone standing behind him.Next to him, Jiang Nian also set up her easel as if she would not admit defeat. She paid attention to the composition of the picture, and quickly outlined a precarious yet just stable balance, which seemed to add new inspiration to the extension of her works.

The position between them and the depicted object, through the adhesion of visual observation, constitutes a closed and constant Fibonacci spiral.Layers of stable structures superimpose space and time, like a picture of the golden ratio, with an unbreakable and complete soul and logic.And myself—like an extra color spot that was accidentally smeared with paint on the part outside the frame, getting in the way and having nowhere to place it, as if there was an enchantment between the countless spirals in front of him, and he was just a bewitched The moth, forgotten outside the light bulb, can only circle around the periphery of the light source.

In the past, Cheng Zhu had always been the light source he yearned for, even if there were some images of moths flying to the flame, he was willing to do so.After all, that was Cheng Zhu, who became famous at a young age, powerful, and left countless legends behind. He didn't care about fame and fortune, so he took his beautiful family and retired to teach in his spare time—as if he lived a life of laughter and pride.Of course, even if the sequel of "Swordsman" is more and more like a dog tail, it turns out that the beautiful family members can't resist the passing years, the love vows may not stand the test of time, and the heroes also have menopause and shortness of breath. One son can make him burnt out.But at least his works will not deteriorate. The invincible brilliance in his eyes during the creation once deeply and deeply attracted the genius who came to try and observe the class, that carefree man with his hands in his sleeves, who did not pay attention to the teacher. juvenile.

Now, what is shining in Cheng Zhu's eyes is the kind of light that made him deeply fascinated and unable to extricate himself. The light is like a flame, even full of high-temperature color that he has never seen before; However, it was another person who made him dazzled - an ordinary boy who was about his own age and had nothing special about him.

The pain flowed out of his pierced heart like a needle, and he wandered aimlessly in the remaining empty exhibition halls, but felt that he was the cramped one.He was ignored, isolated, and forgotten. This was an unheard of experience for the proud son of heaven.The people he valued and cherished put all their enthusiasm and energy, and the eyes he expected and waited for, on another direction.

Why, why? !What's so special about him?Is there anything I can't achieve?

"Bang Dang" sounded sharply, in the space so quiet that even the breathing seemed to flow regularly like a tide, like a thunderclap, suddenly awakening the sleeping person from his dream.

Xu Budie's body trembled slightly, and all the mixed emotions of sharp, loathing, soft, humble, unruly, rebellious, helpless, and jealous quickly passed from his face. Fade like the tide.In the blink of an eye, he was that optimistic, life-loving, energetic, omnipotent Xiao Xu again.

He looked around suddenly, as if all the time just now was static, and it was only a moment for him.Before they had time to be amazed, two easels suddenly appeared in the distance on one side out of thin air, and several people were all attracted by the broken sound just now.

Jing Jianian stood in the experience area of ​​the back corridor of the exhibition hall, with his hands open, and he muttered without apology on his face: "Sorry, my hand slipped." On the floor in front of him, there was a hand-sized pottery sculpture that seemed to be lifted from the shelf. It fell and broke.

Jiang Nian yelled, and didn't know what to do for a while; it seemed that Cheng Zhu's face was hindered, so he couldn't say anything else on the spot.

"I'm sorry, I was careless." Jing Jianian said indifferently. He still had a nerve in his heart and heaved a sigh of relief. Money, when I buy it, I will pay you the full price." He is a son of a rich family, not to mention that Jiang Nian is not famous at all and cannot be sold for a high price, he can see the value and artistic difficulty of this pottery sculpture himself It's not high; even if the price of this thing is sold by Cheng Zhu for hundreds of thousands, he can afford it.

It was Cheng Zhu who spoke first: "Jing Jianian, what are you doing?" He articulated each word clearly, as if he was called to answer questions in class, without any emotion, and his slightly hoarse voice imprinted In Jing Jianian's ears, even he didn't dare to have any illusions this time, he just felt his whole body tremble, and cold sweat came down all over his body, as if he was caught by some beast on the back of his neck.

"Let me ask you something." Cheng Zhu said, the surrounding air pressure seemed to drop by one degree.

"I didn't...do it on purpose," Jingjia said, his vigor becoming more and more lackluster, and the thorns that Zhang Yang had just retracted now, but his neck was still stuck, "It's placed here, and there is no sign! I thought it was resting here. It's too late... I said that I can compensate according to the price."

"If it's an ordinary tourist, I think it's okay to say that." Cheng Zhu stared at him until he lowered his head, "—even if it was intentional, it's okay. But you are not, although you only entered school this year, But I know your family background. Your uncle came to say hello to me when you entered school, and your grandfather also took special care of you. Is your starting point different from your contemporaries? The treatment I give you is also different from others People are different, right? You are already halfway into the industry, but in the end, you told me that you were 'careless', right—" He looked around the huge space, "Ordinary people may not understand the value of our creations and the painstaking efforts involved , don’t you understand? If so, I suggest you reconsider who you will study with for four years and what industry you will engage in in the future.”

Jing Jianian looked at Cheng Zhu in disbelief as if he had been hit on the head with a sap.

On the contrary, Jiang Nian knew Cheng Zhu's temper very well, so he came out to rescue him at this time: "Okay, okay, it's really not a valuable work, and it's just a prototype. It's a bit far from what I imagined. I'm not very satisfied. It was not officially exhibited. That’s why I put it here and didn’t care about it, and there is no warning sign. It’s because I didn’t think carefully... He is a child so he doesn’t understand;..."

Cheng Zhu interrupted her, but still fixed his eyes on Jing Jianian and said, "I think he understands too well. He knows the value of this very well. After all, his uncle is the big boss of an art auction house."

Jing Jianian was stabbed at the sore spot and cried out: "It is my fault to say that it is my fault. What do you say he is doing? My uncle is a businessman, so am I?"

"I hope you are not." Cheng Zhu nodded, "But if you want to use your uncle's money to pay for the disaster you caused, it is very unconvincing."

Jing Jianian shut up immediately: This is the truth.In the final analysis, he was relying on his uncle's money to walk so sideways; and his uncle supported him because he saw his potential for long-term investment, hoping to contribute to his auction business in the future.

But the young master who walked sideways all the way here has never suffered such a disadvantage even in front of his teacher; what's more, this teacher is Cheng Zhu - he blushed and couldn't stay under Cheng Zhu's sight any longer. He took a hard breath and rushed out with his neck stuck: "I'm going to work! I'll go to work now to earn money and pay her back, okay?!"

Cheng Zhu had never seen him so stubborn, so he couldn't help laughing: "I don't know the place where you live, where are you going to work?"

"You don't care about me! I stand on the street soliciting customers and people buy it!"

Jiang Nian's face turns blue and turns pale, what's going on, the students are forced to stand in the street, and Cheng Zhu wants to be a teacher after the trouble? !He was about to chase after her in a hurry, but Cheng Zhu's face was blocked by Cheng Zhu, and he stopped her: "What are you chasing after, you miserable master? Let him go, let me see if this young master understands the suffering in the world, and can really lower his figure and pull him away. The guest can be regarded as he has made progress!"

Xu Budie didn't understand what was going on at all, but at this time, he didn't care about the front and back, and immediately chased him out and stopped the man who couldn't come back even with nine cows, "Wait a minute—Jing Jianian !"

Jing Jianian angrily turned his head back: "Why, you also want to control me and teach me a lesson?!" As soon as he turned around, Xu Budie charged fiercely again, and the two of them got very close, so close that their faces were not wiped. The dried tears were clearly visible; but this man showed him a comforting smile, without any trace of the previous moving sadness; all this made him feel stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say anything for a while.

——Why are you crying? What is there to cry about?I just want to cry!

Naturally, Xu Budie didn't know what he was thinking, so he just held back Jing Jianian, turned around and said to Cheng Zhu and Jiang Nian, "Since you need to work for compensation, according to the usual practice, why don't you just work here at Senior Sister Jiang's solo exhibition?" Sample?"

Jiang Nian laughed: "I'm here..."

Cheng Zhu didn't need to save Jiang's face, he had already cut off the conversation: "How can you, Senior Sister Jiang, hire someone to work? It's humanitarian if she doesn't fire her to save her capital."

Jiang Nian nodded silently. She had very few people here, so she only hired one employee, and it was enough to rely on the help of friends.

But Xiao Xu, who is a versatile person, knows the way to make money too well, and smiled slightly: "Senior Sister Jiang doesn't have to do anything, we will come to your door to 'solicit customers', and 20% of the order will be charged to the account until the account is settled. You What do you think?"

"Huh...?" Jiang Nian was stunned, and almost blurted out a word: Is there such a good thing?