Attempted first love

Behind Xia Yan is a thick sycamore tree. When autumn comes, the leaves turn yellow, and the dense sycamore fruit ripens and cracks.

A gust of wind blows, and umbrella-shaped sycamores flutter down.

The children circling around Kitty shouted, "It's snowing! It's snowing!"

The temperature difference in Haicheng is not big throughout the year, and there is very little snow in winter. The last time it snowed was when I was in college. Around the Spring Festival, a dense snow fell silently. When I woke up in the morning, the sky and the earth were white.

That snow was also published in the Haicheng Evening News, saying that it happened once in 30 years.

Xia Yan's hometown is in the south where it is warmer than Haicheng, he has only seen snow in pictures and movies, so he still remembers that light snow.

A few children in front of them bowed their waists, collected the thick sycamore waffles on the ground, held them in their hands, and raised them to the sky, and the earthy yellow waffles fluttered all over the sky.

Xia Yan felt a lot of catkins falling on his hair, he didn't care about it, leaning against the tree and lost his mind.

"I'm at the Mirage Art Museum—"

On the phone, Shen Qi's words dragged out a long tail, clearly revealing the meaning behind the words.

Xia Yan said casually: "I thought you wouldn't go again."

"You don't want to see me, so you can only try your luck."

"Then you're out of luck, I'm not here."

"It's okay, I can wait for you while watching the exhibition, let's start with that teacher Lu."

"Okay, look carefully," Xia Yan said to him word by word, "Anyway, you can't do it..."

Before the voice finished, the phone was hung up.

It's not hard to hear the panic hidden in the cutting sound.

Shen Qi was young and became famous at a young age, so he was domineering and domineering.On the eve of an exhibition, he lost his temper inexplicably and destroyed all the exhibits of another artist.

At that time, Xia Yan admired his talent, so he tolerated his character, and negotiated with the artist for a long time in private, before he was able to resolve it properly.

Holding the phone, Xia Yan regretted it for a moment, worried that if he said something too extreme, Shen Qi would be angered and he would make another sabotage.However, the museum has just been completed, and the security system is strict, so there shouldn't be any problems.He consoled himself.

Just after hanging up the phone, the phone vibrated again, and the photographer sent a few photos with the comment: "Perfect."

The photo is taken on the camera screen, and the picture-in-picture makes the content unclear.Xia Yan zoomed in on the picture, and in the picture was a photo of Lu Zhouyu and his works. He stood in the center, surrounded by huge flowers.

The noon sun hits the ground, coupled with professional lighting equipment, the picture is fresh and bright, just like a frame of a spring movie.

This photographer used to be the queen camera of a famous director. He has been in the film and television industry for many years and is very good at capturing images.

He sent many photos in a row, and added: "I have a hunch that these pictures will definitely be out of the circle."

In recent years, art exhibitions have gradually shed their high-brow cloak, revealing their delicate interior, and are more widely understood and appreciated.

Especially among young people, it has become a popular trend to watch exhibitions on weekends.

But at the same time, with the promotion of new media communication methods, there is also a wave of fan culture in the art exhibition circle.

Xia Yan has seen artists who became popular with their photo shoots, and every exhibition is like a fan meeting, which is not inferior to a large-scale concert.I have also seen unknown artists who could not even enter the threshold of heavyweight exhibitions due to lack of popularity.

It is true that being in the art industry requires talent and professionalism, but when curating exhibitions, traffic popularity has become an indispensable consideration.

A good look equals traffic, there is no doubt about it.

Xia Yan can't judge whether this is good or not.

But obviously, Lu Zhouyu has enough talent and ability, as well as a natural beauty blessing.

After flipping through a few more photos, Xia Yan replied to the photographer: "Sister Mai's magazine has reserved a page, you can choose a few and send them to her for viewing."

The photographer has not returned for a long time, and may be conducting a new round of shooting.

As noon approached, Xia Yan glanced at the time, suppressed the faint uneasiness in his heart, and prepared to take the dog home first.At this moment, the photographer called.

After connecting, Xia Yan asked: "Is it over?"

"There are two more groups," the photographer sighed. "There are so many shots, I don't know how to choose."

Xia Yan led the dog, stepped on the shattered sunlight, and replied with a smile: "The few photos you posted are pretty good." After thinking for a while, he added a professional compliment: "The photos have a sense of story. .”

"It's very good," the photographer also laughed, and said rather helplessly: "Mr. Lu won't let it be released, he said that only photos of his works will be published in the magazine."

"Why?" Xia Yan blurted out.

"Why," the photographer paused, and replied slowly, "He said, he's a showman rather than a person."

Xia Yan stared at a speck of dust in the light beam, and suddenly remembered that seven years ago, when he reunited with Lu Zhouyu, he happened to win a gold medal in a national cultural I competition, becoming the youngest winner in the history of the competition.

At that time, an art magazine in Haicheng specially visited the studio for an interview.

Xia Yan remembered that the weather was bad that day, thick and pale clouds piled up above his head, as if a heavy rain was about to fall.

After class at noon, all the classmates left, the reporter rushed in, found Lu Zhouyu, and told him that he could add a special interview for him in the gold section of the magazine.

After Lu Zhouyu finished listening, she nodded slightly at him and said, "It's going to rain soon."

The reporter didn't know, so, "Huh?"

"We have to go to lunch." He handed the umbrella to the reporter, pulled up Xia Yan's sleeves and walked out, "We won't be interviewing, thank you."

"Student," the reporter stopped him from behind, took out a sample magazine from his bag, and shook it, "The most authoritative art magazine in Haicheng, you board, I guarantee you will be popular."

Lu Zhouyu stopped, turned his head and asked curiously, "How hot can it be?"

Seeing that he seemed to be persuaded, the reporter quickly reported the name of a well-known illustrator at the time, "He appeared in three consecutive issues, and later held a solo exhibition."

"That's not very popular." Lu Zhouyu smiled casually, "Sorry, we really have to eat, otherwise we won't have time for class in the afternoon."

Walking out of the corridor and going downstairs, the reporter chased after him unwillingly, stood on the steps, and hurriedly said: "Student, I don't accept interviews, can I take a photo of you and attach it to the magazine?"

"I'm sorry," Xia Yan could only see half of his face in the dimly lit corridor, and said with a half-smile, "I'm not selling myself."

The torrential rain that day failed after all, and the clouds drifted over, swung past, and finally brewed a light snow at midnight.

Thinking of this, Xia Yan couldn't help laughing, "Forget it, just post photos of the works."

The photographer regretted on the phone: "I heard that you have known each other for a long time? You help persuade him, and if you show your face in a magazine, the tickets for this exhibition can be doubled."

"I fully respect the artist's opinion." Before Xia Yan had time to pay attention to the evaluation of the exhibition, he still added: "I believe in him, he can be popular without showing his face."

The photographer stopped persuading, seemed to agree with the words, and then smiled slyly, "Unfortunately, these photos can only be appreciated by myself."

Xia Yan narrowed his eyes, but didn't answer.

After hanging up the phone, an orange kitten popped out from the grass at the base of the wall, and Kitty ran after it.

Xia Yan didn't pay attention, and was dragged staggeringly, stepping on a tree branch in the middle of the road, the dead branch snapped off, like some kind of bad omen.

He remembered Shen Qi's threatening words on the phone again.

The footsteps out of the park were a little hasty, and the sudden exposure to the sun made people feel hot all over. Kitty obviously couldn't bear it either, and breathed out with her tongue out.

Xia Yan bought a bottle of mineral water at a convenience store, raised his head and drank half of it, poured the rest into the palm of his hand for Kitty to lick, and raised his other hand to hail a taxi.

Several empty taxis passed by, and when they saw him with a large dog, they whizzed past him.

Moving his gaze to the row of shared bicycles under the overpass, Xia Yan patted the dog's head, "Kitty, I always think you are the most handsome when you run."

The scorching sun was in full swing, one person and one dog were speeding along the road, Xia Yan pedaled so fast, there was a section of the road going uphill that he even had to stand up and slam on the pedals.

There are very few pedestrians on the street, and the trees and buildings on both sides of the road have turned into phantoms, quiet and far away, with no end in sight.

Until later, Xia Yan had completely forgotten why he was riding a bicycle, why he was riding so fast, what he was going to do, who he was going to see, he couldn't remember anything.Just mechanically lift the leg up, step down, lift up, step down.

The split air rumbled past the earbones, making the eardrums ache.

Arriving at the art museum, it happened that the guard Xiao Li was on duty. When he saw Xia Yan, he didn't stop him and let him gallop in on a shared bicycle.

He didn't hold the brake until before the gate, the tires reached the steps, and his body leaned forward inertially. Before he was thrown out, he put his hands on his shoulders and firmly pushed him back to the seat.

"Thank you..." His throat became hoarse and rough, Xia Yan frowned and coughed dryly, and another bottle of water was passed in front of him.

Moving his gaze up the mineral water bottle, he coughed more fiercely after seeing the person coming, but he was short of breath, as if he was panting.

Kitty on the side was more energetic than him, trying to break free from the leash as if he hadn't run enough.

After drinking half a bottle of water in one breath, Xia Yan calmed down, and put the mineral water bottle on his face to cool down.

"Didn't you say you have something to go home?" Lu Zhouyu unscrewed another bottle of water, squatted down to feed the dog, and said in a calm voice.

"...Going home to pick it up." Xia Yan felt embarrassed immediately, stepped on the ground and slowly got out of the car, his legs were weak.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized that he was too impulsive, and ran over like a bewitched evil-no matter how bad-tempered Shen Qi was, he wouldn't be able to blow up the art gallery.

Lifting his arms and wiping the sweat off his forehead with his cuffs, he added: "The dog is too fat, take it for a walk."

Lu Zhouyu didn't speak, just lowered his head and concentrated on feeding the dog. Kitty turned his back in an instant, licking and rubbing at him.

Xia Yan hoarsely asked: "Have you finished filming?"

"There is a group photo in the afternoon."

"Oh." He replied dryly, holding the mineral water bottle in his hand, digging at the layer of plastic paper with his fingernails, before hesitating for a long time to say: "Did you...did you see any strange people today?"

"What kind of strange person?" Lu Zhouyu got up after feeding the water. Hearing this, his eyes turned around, and finally fell on Xia Yan, raising his eyebrows, "Talk about yourself."

There weren't many people participating in the exhibition on weekdays, and it was meal time, and the square was even sparser. Looking around, the only strange thing was Xia Yan who came all the way in on a shared bicycle.

He immediately let out a sigh of relief, guessing that Shen Qi probably lied to him for revenge, "I'm going back."

"Have you eaten yet?" Lu Zhouyu raised the bag in his hand, "If you haven't eaten, let's go together." He added: "They are all here for the camera."

The two stood very close, and the range of air circulation suddenly narrowed.Xia Yan has an average physique and doesn't like to exercise. He is still sweating continuously and his body temperature is rising.

Worried about the smell of sweat, he took half a step back calmly and distanced himself, "I won't..."

Behind him, hurried footsteps sounded together with a high-pitched shout: "Teacher Xia!"

Xia Yan's spine stiffened, and before he turned around, the weight of a person was already on his back.

Shen Qi leaned on his shoulders, not minding the sticky sweat at all, put his arms down his neck, and said pleasantly: "You really came to see me."