静物

Wu Tong painted oil paintings all night, painting can make people concentrate and forget many things, but in the morning, she found helplessly that she was restless and forgot to clean up the utensils.

"Stupid." Bo Sen chuckled, bent down to pick up the paintbrush that fell on the floor, "It's like wiping your mouth when you eat, how can anyone not deal with the aftermath?"

"Forgot." Wu Tong said sullenly.

"When you go out, remember to buy a new pen by the way. This one will definitely be scrapped. But it can be glued to my painting another day, huh."

"Go out?"

"Stupid stupid." Bo Sen was like a child eating candy, stealing a kiss on Wu Tong's cheek when she was not paying attention, "Are you pretending to be mean and don't want to go to the Museum of Contemporary Art with me?"

Wu Tong shook her head desperately, she wanted to go, wherever she wanted to go with Bo Sen, whatever.

"Don't worry! I won't treat you badly. I'll treat you to a good meal at noon." Bo Sen planned, pulling Wu Tong and rushing out, excited like a child going on an outing.

Wu Tong doesn’t particularly like contemporary art, and of course, she doesn’t dislike it either, but it’s more magnificent than standing in front of Raphael’s manuscripts or under Michelangelo’s statue (even if it’s a plaster copy) I feel that works of contemporary art are sometimes much colder.

Wu Tong felt that it was due to his lack of understanding, his inability to understand the works, and the inability to empathize emotionally as a matter of course. Unlike classical art masterpieces, the beauty is obvious.

But she could tell that Person liked this type of creation very much.

"I said, huh, I like to guess." Bo Sen told Wu Tong with a smile, turned his eyes and stayed on an acrylic work for a long time.

"I can't guess." Wu Tong complained softly, she could never figure out what the author wanted to express.

"Well, but the process is a kind of fun." Bo Sen said, and when he turned his head to look at Wu Tong, his eyes sparkled, "It's like language, there are many ways to say the same thing, but you don't need to spend a lot of time now You can understand it after learning... Oh, I should say read it! I mean, when you can understand the vocabulary of this work..."

"Um?"

"You will have a sense of accomplishment, because you have the ability to read the author's mind, and you also have the vision to understand his point of view on things."

Wu Tong nodded, she can understand, but when it comes to "guess", she has no way not to connect with what Boy Sen said before.

"So I'm a work?"

Wu Tong didn't want to ask sharply, but if she was just such an ordinary existence in Bo Sen's eyes, just because "the process is a kind of fun", she would be very sad.

"No, you think too much." Boysen said, and pulled her into a dark room, where a video was playing on a big screen.This is another part that Wu Tong can't understand. These audio-visual works are often fragments that are constantly replayed, or some lengthy, meaningless pictures. It takes the most time to watch, but it is often the most difficult to understand.

"If I fail to guess, I will miss the opportunity to know a piece of work. But if..." Bo Sen sat down quietly, looking at the screen, Wu Tong didn't know whether her focused tone was because of the work in front of her or because of the work in front of her. She next to her, "If I guess wrong about you...I will lose a part of you, do you understand? This is unacceptable and absolutely not allowed to happen."

Wu Tong was at a loss, she didn't understand yet, maybe she would understand in the future.

What Wu Tong was thinking at the moment was that she wanted to hear Bo Sen's serious tone, and Bo Sen never finished a conversation seriously, always interspersed with jokes.It wasn't that Wu Tong questioned her feelings, it was that Wu Tong didn't have confidence in himself and just wanted to be more sure. Ever since she saw Mandy for the last time, she had been feeling uneasy.

"Look, this video just wants to present a perspective, heh, to satisfy people's perverted desire for voyeurism." Person said with a smile, and changed the subject.

Wu Tong shrugged, she didn't have the ability to get to the bottom of things, and she didn't know the skills to break through the veil of hazy words.

"My Tong, I always think a lot." Bo Sen said, holding Wu Tong's shoulders.

Bo Sen leaned forward and kissed Wu Tong on the mouth. In the dark room, under the lights of the flickering projection screen, everything looked too beautiful.Wu Tong was thinking happily when he heard the sound of footsteps mixed with the audio and video effects.This is an exhibition room after all, Wu Tong thought, but who cares?With Bo Sen, what are you going to hide from?

Wu Tong felt that he was pushed away by Bo Sen, and immediately after that, he seemed to hear the sound of blood clotting.Bo Sen looked in the direction of the entrance, with concealed embarrassment, but there were still traces.

"Wu Tong."

Tang Xiangying reluctantly said that it hardly sounded like a greeting.Her eyes flicked back and forth between the two of them, as if trying to understand something.

At the most inappropriate timing, the most inappropriate person bumped into me.

How could Wu Tong not have thought of this?Just like the music department may go to the concert in groups, and the geography department may form a team to do fieldwork. Their art department, in addition to creation, must constantly observe and absorb. Therefore, on weekends, there are most likely to be the current exhibition The place is probably the easiest place to meet.

"Hello, my name is Bo Sen." Bo Sen greeted him friendly, and within a few seconds, the embarrassment was swept away, "We met, I am..."

"Well, sister model." Tang Xiangying said stiffly, turning her gaze back to Wu Tong.

The atmosphere was frighteningly cold, Bo Sen touched Wu Tong's arm, and left the small dark room.

The sound of Bo Sen's footsteps gradually faded away, leaving behind the mechanical and regular sound of the audio-visual exhibition room, leaving the two silently staring at each other.

"Why, why alone?"

Wu Tong racked his brains and only thought of this meaningless sentence.

They were originally good friends, and they can be friends naturally without words.

"Shi Qing said that she wanted to watch it with her high school classmates, but she couldn't find anyone at the moment, so she came by herself." Tang Xiangying's standard answer made Wu Tong flustered for a while, knowing that there was a story behind the words: because of the relationship between me and you There is a suspicion of watercolor painting, so I didn't ask you, anyway, you have to watch it with others.

Wu Tong's words came to an end, she had never wished to speak so much as at this moment.

There are many emotions in Tang Xiangying's eyes, including loss and accusation, but at the same time, she also understands the context of a fixed and irreversible fate, so all her struggles are only intended to be done for herself.

She really didn't expect that Tang Xiangying laughed at herself, she was a mannequin who just arrived in a semester, she really didn't expect it.

Could it be that what was on the paper was real, or was something always real that was transcribed onto the paper, but she looked at the paper and ignored that they actually existed?Tang Xiangying laughed at herself, even if she had to be on guard, it was impossible to guard against the things in her sketches, and Bo Sen was the last thing she expected.

"Xiangying, I'm sorry." Wu Tong only repeated her apology once. This time she looked at Tang Xiangying's eyebrows, hoping that time could turn back and the rupture between the two could be repaired.

What are you sorry for?Is that the watercolor painting?Or is it about something else now...?

"It's okay." Tang Xiangying said with her least hurt expression, no matter how much blood shed in her heart, it's the same, and she should keep a little more dignity for herself.More importantly, Tang Xiangying suddenly realized that this was Wu Tong's chance for her to be friends again.

"Wu Tong, it's okay, let's just... just pretend nothing happened!" Tang Xiangying said with difficulty, gritted her teeth, and then said against her conscience, "I don't care anymore."

How good would it be if you could ignore it?

"See you on Monday." Tang Xiangying said with a smile. The backlit Tang Xiangying and her melancholy smile made it difficult to see how much was hidden in her brown eyes.

"See you on Monday."

As Wu Tong spoke, she also forced a smile. She walked outside, and from the corner of her eye, she saw Tang Xiangying also sat down where Bo Sen was sitting just now, and raised her head, but her eyes didn't know where she was looking.

Wu Tong saw Bo Sen playing with the ticket stub waiting for her in the stairwell, she didn't ask anxiously, but just observed Wu Tong's expression, looked into Wu Tong's eyes for a long time, and then pulled her forward.

They watched the exhibition as quickly as possible and left the Museum of Contemporary Art quickly.

Wu Tong resisted the urge to hug Bo Sen, because as long as she thought that Tang Xiangying was alone, unlike her who could find comfort and security in Bo Sen, she felt so cruel, and felt so cruel for her.