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"I'm not crazy." Xu Shaoqing's hair was still wet, Xu had just been drenched in the rain, and he coughed a few times.

Xu Changning opened his eyes wide, and murmured beside him: "It's over, now the one sleeping on the street is replaced by my brother."

Xu Shaoqing heard the sound, turned his head and patted her on the head, and said, "What are you talking about?"

Xu Changning was very puzzled. He covered his head and looked at Xu Shaoqing, "Brother, I really don't understand. I don't usually see you interested in calligraphy and painting. If you know painting, you can buy it."

This is not a question of knowing how to paint.

Thinking of Xu Shaoqing's thoughts, Xie Zhiwen couldn't help touching his nose, and glanced at He Yuxiu.

Xu Shaoqing hugged his chest and said, "Why don't I understand?"

Xu Changning sighed, looked at her brother with pity, then took out some money from her small bag and stuffed it into her brother's hand.

Xu Shaoqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "What are you doing?"

"Meal money for lunch today."

Xu Shaoqing stuffed the money back into her hand, hugged his chest and said, "Your brother is not at the point where he can't afford to eat."

"Really?" Xu Changning obviously didn't believe it.

"Of course." Xu Shaoqing looked in He Yuxiu's direction, his eyes were burning, "There is really no other way, the worst thing is to eat Mr. He's soft food."

As soon as these words came out, Xie Zhiwen's eyelids twitched.

When Xu Changning heard her brother being so funny, he obviously didn't take it seriously, laughed together, and said, "Okay, so you made up your mind to take advantage of Mr. He."

Xie Zhiwen hurriedly glanced at He Yuxiu, but saw that the person who was always going straight was like a quail, his face was flushed red, and he just didn't answer a word.

"Yuxiu..." he called out.

He Yuxiu was just upset, so he couldn't hear Xie Zhiwen calling him.

Something is wrong.

Xie Zhiwen touched his chin, thinking to himself.

Chen Andong also came over at this time, he is not stupid, he saw all the situation just now.

He felt very sorry, and always felt that he invited He Yuxiu to paint, which caused the current situation.Seeing the man pat his butt and leave, he leaned up to He Yuxiu and said, "Mr. He, it's all my fault, I'm sorry..."

He Yuxiu came back to her senses.

"How can I blame you, but I want to say sorry, a good fundraising meeting was made into a mess."

Chen Andong sighed and was about to speak, but was interrupted by another person.

"Mr. He!"

"Huh?" The voice was loud, He Yuxiu responded, and turned around abruptly, only to see a fat and short man standing behind him.

The man was wearing a yellowed gown with a few patches on the corners, and his face was a little gray.

This is…

"Guo Dongqun." The man held out a hand towards him.

The one who draws with his tongue.

He Yuxiu didn't reach out her hand.

He Yuxiu was really impressed by the last meeting. Frankly speaking, he didn't have a good impression of him.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Guo Dongqun withdrew his hand in embarrassment, scratched his head, and said, "We meet again.

Chen Andong asked from the side, "Who is this?"

Upon hearing this, Guo Dongqun stretched out a hand to him very courteously, and said, "I am also a painter, hello."

"Chen Andong." Chen Andong shook hands with him.

Guo Dongqun took a sneak peek at He Yuxiu and said, "I saw it just now. That man surnamed Huang deliberately raised the price. He always likes to bully people like this."

Chen Andong became interested when he heard the sound, "Oh? It seems that Mr. Guo has dealt with that boss Huang?"

Guo Dongqun sighed, waved his hands, and said, "It's all in the past, so don't mention it."

When He Yuxiu saw him, she was still on guard and vigilance, after all, this person was with Huang Er last time.

Seeing that he was silent, Guo Dongqun knew that he still had a grudge. He laughed at himself: "I know that Mr. He doesn't like me. Those of you who paint with a brush always think that I paint with my tongue to be grandstanding."

He Yuxiu looked at him, but didn't answer.Guo Dongqun changed his voice and said: "But I want to say that you are not imaginative enough. What's the use of you sticking to those stylized things all day? You only know how to learn from the ancients every day, but you don't know how to innovate. Look at those so-called Literati and painters, each with such a high shelf, open their mouths and shut their mouths, as if they came from ancient times. Times have changed, and your style should have changed long ago."

Change, change, change again.

He Yuxiu has been really tired of hearing these words recently.

He asked Guo Dongqun: "Then what kind of reform do you use to paint with your tongue? This is your so-called innovation? Our paintings are most about pen and ink. It's better for you to just throw away the pen. What can the tongue draw? It's just some wild fox Zen with inaccurate shapes, not very elegant, and arbitrarily smeared."

Guo Dongqun raised his eyebrows, "Who said that I lost my pen? My tongue is my pen. Is it possible that a pen must be superior to my tongue? My paintings focus on spirit rather than form. Isn't ancient and modern literati painting also rather Pu Wuhua, clumsiness rather than cleverness, ugliness rather than monster, sloppyness, neatness, pure innocence, no fake decoration? Why can they do it, but I can’t? What’s more, saliva is more helpful for color halo Dye, I use my tongue to paint, which is just to give full play to its strengths, why not? Everyone is changing now, Mr. He, you should also change your thinking. "

His words somehow stimulated He Yuxiu, He Yuxiu paused, then laughed, and said in a low voice: "New is not necessarily good, tongue painting has limitations after all, you are too close to the painting, you only know it is close, I don’t know the distance, I only know the part, I don’t know the whole. You only see me standing still, but do you know where you have gone? You used to draw with a pen, but now you draw with your tongue. It looks unconventional, but what you can draw is still Plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, or mountains and rivers, as for the painting itself, where is your tongue painting 'new'?"

Guo Dongqun was stunned, and heard He Yuxiu say again: "Every word of yours seems to be accusing me of being rigid, arrogant, unfashionable, and too pedantic, but these days, the days are changing day by day, and you have changed, not only do you want others to accept you If you want to change, and want others to change with you, isn’t this a new kind of rigidity and arrogance?”

I don't know whether to say this to Guo Dongqun or to himself.

A person's face flashed in his mind, and his heart seemed to be stung.

That person used to quarrel with him too.

"He Yuxiu, you are too ignorant of the heights of the heavens and the earth!"

"I'm different from you. You and I have different hearts. You want to be famous for a lifetime, and I want to live a smooth life. You can have your daydreams. I don't want anything else. As long as there is no one like you in the world, dare to look down on me." .”

He looked forward, as if staring at Guo Dongqun in front of him, but also as if looking at that person through him.

Guo Dongqun's face turned red, "Of course it's different, I've tried it at least, so what if I made a mistake?"

He Yuxiu fell silent for a while.

Compared with the submissiveness when we first met, this person showed a kind of stubbornness when he talked about painting, which he never expected.

As for the matter of painting, if we break it down in detail, I am afraid that even if there is a ring, it will be impossible to tell who is right and who is wrong after three days and three nights.

Whether it is Hang Fengyu, Guo Dongqun, or him, everyone has something that they think is important, even if it is something that is worthless in the eyes of others.

He rubbed the center of his brows, suddenly feeling a little tired.

"I don't understand why you have to make such a choice, and you don't understand why I must persist. The road is open to the sky, each side goes, you keep yours, I keep mine, and that's enough." He said.

After speaking, he paused, and slowly extended a hand towards Guo Dongqun.

This is the meaning of goodwill.

His voice was not loud, but the exhibition hall was already very quiet at the moment, so his words sounded very clearly.

Xie Zhiwen looked at his hand and was very surprised. It didn't seem like something his long-time friend would do.

In my impression, He Yuxiu is more like a hedgehog, he will stab back whoever offends him, how can he shake hands and make peace with others.

He felt that He Yuxiu had changed a bit, but he couldn't say clearly, he only vaguely felt that the edges and corners of He Yuxiu's body had softened a lot now.

Guo Dongqun was obviously also taken aback, but soon after, he came to his senses, looking at the hand, he was also relieved.

He sighed, stretched out his hand to hold it, "In this case, let's all keep to ourselves."

It's easy to say, but it's probably the hardest thing in the world.

But He Yuxiu still said, "Okay."

After all, there must be hope. Since God has given people the illusion of freedom, the pursuit of freedom constitutes the eternal desire of human beings.

Guo Dongqun did not come empty-handed. He brought a few of his paintings, spread them carefully on the table, and asked Chen Andong, "Can I join this fundraising meeting?"

Chen Andong was taken aback for a moment. Looking at Guo Dongqun's yellowed clothes, he knew that he must be having a hard time recently.

He said: "The artist does not get any income from this fundraising event."

Guo Dongqun said, "I know."

The author says:

It’s December, I hope I can finish writing this article in this month, and then fill out “Douba” without any regrets~