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He Yuxiu shook her head and said, "I've been there before, and I want to ask you, the 'second master' of the big world, do you know who he is?"

"In the big world..." Chen Andong thought for a while, "I remembered, you are talking about Huang Er, the man who is not very tall and has a bit of a hooliganism?"

He Yuxiu nodded and said, "That's him."

Chen Andong rubbed his chin and said, "This is Huang Er. I heard people say that he used to be an unemployed gangster who was willing to fight and work hard. Later, Huang Banchu, who saved Dashijie in a street fight, worshiped him. After boarding Huang Banchu's car, he turned into the "Second Master" of the big world. I heard that he is used to meeting the wind, bullying the weak and fearing the strong, and has a lot of tricks. No one dares to be in the big world. The world caused trouble, and those who used to cause trouble in the big world were all punished by him in the end."

Speaking of this, he suddenly seemed to think of something, and said: "By the way, you don't know, there was a dock worker who was almost beaten to death before, and after being published in the newspaper, he aroused the sympathy of many people. At first, this person hesitated. Said that he was beaten by a ghost, but after the reporter came to investigate, he was inexplicably stupid, unable to say a word, only kept saying that he was wronged, after the incident was reported, the police later intervened, and the investigation given It turned out that his boss beat him up because he mistook him for stealing money. I also believed it, but after this incident, once I went out to take a boat, I heard the workers on the dock say while chatting, that He died on the street not long after he came out of the hospital." He paused, and then said, "Guess where he died?"

He Yuxiu frowned, and had a guess in his mind, and then Chen Andong said: "The place where his body was found was in the abandoned alley full of sundries closest to the Great World. It is said that when he was found, he had blood on his body. There were many injuries, his tongue was cut off, there was a lot of his blood on the wall, especially the strange two horizontal lines, which were made by him before he died. It's 'two'."

He Yuxiu didn't speak for a while. Chen Andong's description reminded him of many bloody scenes, and he even felt a little nauseated.Seeing that his expression was wrong, Chen Andong quickly said: "However, these are just my hearsay, and they may not be true. Mr. He doesn't have to believe them all. This folk gossip is always spread ten or ten times, and it will change as it spreads." smell."

As he spoke, he suddenly paused, and asked He Yuxiu curiously: "By the way, why did Mr. He suddenly inquire about this?"

He Yuxiu coughed a few times, and gave him an overview of the entanglement between him and Huang Er, omitting the matter of Hong Wan, and only talked about that Huang Er knocked on the door to ask for a painting and then he humiliated himself. matter.Chen Andong was very angry after hearing this: "It's absurd, how dare this person do such a thing. It's too despicable for such a wanton revenge if he fails to ask for a painting."

He Yuxiu didn't answer.

Chen Andong added: "This kind of villain is really harmful, so he should be locked up. Why didn't you call the police after you escaped?"

"Call the police?" He Yuxiu drank his saliva, and frowned deeply when he thought of Huang Er's ruffian appearance.

"So what if we call the police? Will a person like him really think about it and apologize?"

Chen Andong thought for a while, and it seemed to be the same reason, he sighed: "Then let him go like this?"

He Yuxiu was taken aback by his question, he rubbed the cup in his hand, stared at one place and began to be dazed.

When he was humiliated by Huang Er, he was only thinking about revenge.But now that he was awake, he began to hesitate.

Letting him go is like a thorn in my heart.

Beat him back, bribe some thugs, take advantage of the night, take advantage of his unpreparedness, tie him up, beat him all over the body, and make people kneel on the ground begging for mercy.

Then what is the difference between him and Huang Er?

That stuffy feeling reappeared again. The last time he was so helpless was when the appraiser used the name of authority to pretend to be a public official at Wang Luzhen's house for personal gain.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that he was ordinary, that he had no supernatural powers, no ability to turn things around, that the wicked were free to do whatever they wanted, and he had nothing else to do except scolding his friends outrageously. way.

This emotion lasted for a while, and Chen Andong also found out that he was wrong.

"What is Mr. He thinking?"

He Yuxiu said: "I was thinking about the use of an artist like me born in this world. I don't know how to hold a knife or a gun. I can't be beaten by others. I can only refute a few words when others scold me. Many things are wrong. I can't participate, I can only watch from the sidelines, what remains after death are just a few pieces of paper, a few pieces of silk, and nothing that can be burned in a single fire, thinking about it this way, I am really useless."

Chen Andong froze for a moment, then laughed.

He Yuxiu asked him, "What are you laughing at?"

Chen Andong said: "It turns out that a painter like Mr. He would also think about whether he is useful?"

He Yuxiu then looked at him: "Why, have you thought about it too?"

Chen Andong nodded, and then smiled: "I struggled for a long time before I accepted the reality that I am not very useful, but just an ordinary person."

"Later I thought..." He got up and stood by the window, pointed to the people walking outside, and said, "There are so many people outside, and everyone is coming and going, just for the sake of living, and they must be alive." Is it useful? To live is to live, and some people are already struggling enough to live."

He Yuxiu was touched in his heart.

"Besides, why is painting useless..." Chen Andong picked up a scroll and spread it out on the table. He looked at the mountains, rivers and waters on it, tapped his finger on it, and said, "These mountains, these waters , What was Mr. He thinking about when he painted these water-like heads and mouths?"

He Yuxiu looked at the landscape, and the corner of his mouth curled up. He thought of the mountain, the water, and himself at that time.

What were you thinking then...

Wang Wei's painting theory was on his lips. He looked down at his own painting, and he spoke very slowly, but almost blurted out: "The shape is based on the soul, and the heart is the change. What the soul sees, Therefore, what is entrusted does not move; the eyes can reach, so what can be seen is not complete. Therefore, it is almost like using a pen to imitate the body of the emptiness; using the shape of judging the body, to draw the brightness of the inch eye."

He spoke slowly, with a serious expression on his face. Chen Andong smiled, put his hands on his shoulders, and asked him: "Since Mr. He has talked about Taixu, then there is a threshold for fugue travel. Mr. He is right?" Do you agree or not?"

He Yuxiu nodded.

"In that case..." Chen Andong pointed to the painting again, and said with a smile, "This is the threshold of Taixu."

He Yuxiu was stunned for a moment, but after realizing it, he felt that these words were extremely warm.He smiled, and the depression in his chest was completely washed away.

"Mr. Chen is really good at comforting people." He said.

Chen Andong smiled and said, "It's your paintings that will comfort people."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and He Yuxiu re-examined her painting. At first, she just looked at it, but after looking at it for a long time, her eyes secretly became moist.

Yes.

Looking at the autumn clouds, the spirit is flying, facing the spring breeze, thinking about the mighty, putting on the picture and following the ultimatum, imitating the mountains and seas, which is exactly his original intention of painting.

There were still people coming and going outside, the sound of whistles, footsteps, and yelling sneaked in through the window, climbed onto his shoulders, and whispered in his ear, but He Yuxiu couldn't hear them.No one in the room spoke, Chen Andong just leaned against the table and looked at him with a smile.

He Yuxiu's fingers brushed lightly over the painting, as if gently stroking a child's face, and he said softly: "Chinese painting has a threshold, and the heart can only perceive it with the eyes."

Chen Andong said: "I agree."

I agree…

These three light words touched He Yuxiu's heartstrings.

With high numbers and flowing water, it is hard to find a bosom friend.

He Yuxiu looked at the man in front of him who had only met three times, smiled, and said, "Mr. Chen, why don't I give you a painting."

……

Huang Er here suddenly sneezed.

He touched his nose, his posture was loose, and the fan in his hand was flapping again and again, his slightly drooping eyelashes blocked his eyes, and it was impossible to tell whether he was dozing off or in deep thought.

"I've got a cold, but you have to pay attention to your health. The world can't do without you." The man who spoke was a short-haired man, slightly fat, with some flesh on his face. He was smoking a pipe and squinted at him.

Huang Er nodded and said, "Thank you for your concern, I'm fine."

Guo Dongqun was still drawing on the sidelines, and after a while it became a picture, and he hurriedly took it over to show the inch-cut man. He took it over and glanced at it, a look of disgust flashed in his eyes, and the jade porcelain cup in his hand was turned back and forth. He balled up the painting and threw it in his face.

"What is this drawn?"

The author says:

Wang Wei was a painter and poet in the Southern Song Dynasty. His "Syllable Painting" is very well written. If you are interested, you can read it.

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