Hu Meizi

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In this painting, a woman holding a baby is the main body. There is a round mirror on the back of the woman, which zigzags and reflects the appearance of the father who wants to take the child in front.

In the past, delivering a baby and having a precious son, no matter what cultural background it was in, was a great joyous event.

However, the face of the woman in this painting reveals abnormal paleness, and there are two sickly blushes on her cheeks, her fine white teeth are slightly exposed, and her expression is dazed and full of pain.

In the mirror, the father of the child saw the child being carried out, but his face was full of panic, and there was no trace of joy at all.

In addition, this painting is a semi-finished product, with a large area of ​​blank space, which makes this painting even more weird.

"This is his second wife and child. They encountered a lot of misfortunes at that time." Xie Tang said looking at Sun Du whose expression was rarely blank.

Xie Tang's voice was calm, and he popularized the science objectively, "In 1857, his child unfortunately died, so he never completed this painting."

Sun Du also retracted his spirit, but he was a little absent-minded.

He said softly, "It's not a bad thing to die young."

I don't know who to tell.

"Maybe it's even worse to be alive." Sun Du said without much emotion in his eyes.

It was rare for him not to smile, and the haze on his face couldn't be stopped at all.

The painting was so painful that he felt uncomfortable just looking at it.It felt like my heart was being torn into pieces.

"Then what about death?" Xie Tang didn't refute Sun Du's words. Of course he could see that Sun Du was unusually uncomfortable, but he didn't comfort him, "What about death?"

Xie Tang calmly took Sun Du's hand and continued walking to the other side of the exhibition.

Sun Du's emotions quickly tumbling and buried again, and a bright smile appeared on his face again, but it was weaker than before.

He followed Xie Tang's strength, and he didn't act like a monster, and Xie Tang pulled himself away from the picture.

"It's beautiful." Sun Du pondered for a moment, "Ophelia is beautiful."

He looked at the expressionless Xie Tang, wondering why he brought up this issue.

"What's the matter?" Sun Du wondered, "Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?"

Xie Tang didn't say anything, he turned his head and gave Sun Du a deep look.

"It's beautiful." Xie Tang nodded, seeming to agree with Sun Du's idea.

Then he asked, "What about The Crow in the Rye?"

"The Crow in the Rye Field" is the masterpiece of Van Gogh that has been widely circulated because of its powerful emotional appeal.

Sun Du looked at Xie Tang who was looking at him seriously, and he didn't want to be perfunctory. He said casually, after thinking about it, he said: "It's also beautiful. Depression, despair and pain are not part of beauty. It's just that It’s just that most people now like the beauty of perfection, the beauty of perfection, the beauty that conforms to the mind and everyone is happy. Instead, they ignore the beauty of damage, distortion, and dilapidation.”

"It's like in a book, everyone hopes that good people will get good rewards and evil people will get bad rewards, and the protagonists are all harmonious and beautiful. And those books that are originally natural tragedies may end with lovers getting no family and wicked people having the last laugh , but because it was not appreciated by others, it was abruptly changed to an ending that catered to the public."

"This is not a kind of destruction of beauty."

Sun Du paused, he and Xie Tang stopped, and the two stood in a small corner of the exhibition, communicating in Chinese whispers, but no one was attracted to watch them.

People around are in a hurry to live in their own world.

Xie Tangan watched him quietly, as if listening to his thoughts very carefully.

He even frowned slightly, no different from his usual serious look when he was doing business.

Perhaps because he got along with Xie Tang a lot, Sun Du also became fond of exchanging these things with Xie Tang.When he lived in Xie Tang's private house last month, they would often chat about it whenever they had dinner and each other had free time.

Sometimes it's a sentence in a book, sometimes it's a painting, sometimes it's a writer or a painter.The two of them walked and digested food by the pond of the private house together, chatting.

Originally, Sun Du was not a person who liked to express his inner thoughts with others, but when he looked at Meng Lang, Duandi Zangdi was actually better than anyone else.

But Xie Tang was too patient and serious, so Sun Du didn't consciously become serious when he was asked.

This back and forth, the two people also formed a special way of communication.

Seeing Xie Tang staring at him quietly, Sun Du knew that Xie Tang was still waiting for him to finish speaking.

"I used to watch "The Legend of Condor Heroes" in junior high school. I don't know if you have watched it." Sun Du gently shook Xie Tang's hand back.

Sun Du saw Xie Tang's slightly bewildered expression, and felt like laughing in his heart, this kind of miscellaneous books were really not like Xie Tang's reading.He observed in Xie Tang's study in his private house, what Xie Tang read most was philosophy art and long serious novels.

He really couldn't imagine what it would be like for Xie Tang to hold Chinese "Legend of Lu Xiaofeng", "Legend of Chu Liuxiang", foreign "Playboy" and other miscellaneous books in a serious manner.

Sun Du held back his smile, and only explained: "A martial arts romance novel, the story of the two protagonists going through hardships and finally being together. It was originally called "The Heaven and Earth Are Missing", and I still prefer it when it was originally written by Yang Guo. The ending of missing the world with the little dragon girl."

Xie Tang nodded, expressing his understanding.In his heart, he memorized the name of the book, and prepared to read it in his free time.

He let Sun Du hold his hand tightly without breaking free.

Where he was standing, a beam of sunlight happened to shine on his face, making his dark blue and almost black eyes brighter, and even the blue of the pupils had a shimmering taste.

"So, death is the same. Natural death is the beauty of perfection, and accidental death is the beauty of damage. Some people are looking for death because of love, some are depressed because of the past, some can't sleep at night because of grief, and some have a splitting headache because of illness.

"No matter what the reason is, no matter what happened, death, this thing, the fate of everyone, gives everyone the most equal treatment in the end. No one can deny its beauty."

"Because of the fear of the unknown, it is often defined as imperfect. But from the beginning to the end, it should be beautiful just like life, but the type is different."

After Sun Du finished speaking, his fox eyes gleamed with brilliance.

He looked at Xie Tang with a questioning expression on his face, as if he was waiting for Xie Tang's opinion.

Xie Tang lowered his head and thought for a while, then suddenly smiled.

He smiled very lightly, but the corners of his lips curled slightly, and his laughter was just a chuckle coming from his nasal cavity.

"Sophistry." Xie Tang said.

He glanced at Sun Du indifferently, as if looking straight at his muddy soul in Sun Du's beautiful and delicate skin.

"You really think so?" Xie Tang asked Sun Du, expressionless.

Sun Du was speechless for a moment, he looked at Xie Tang, but he didn't know how to answer.

For a moment, he felt that he had nowhere to hide.

Sun Du's thoughts turned all over, and he thought of the words to evade.

Naturally, he can act like a baby, show off his insanity, and say some ambiguous words to get away with it.

But Xie Tang suddenly stretched out his other hand, squeezed Sun Du's upturned mouth, and pinched the two lips into a flat duck mouth.

"Don't talk." Xie Tang said, he knew that Sun Du was going to say something to prevaricate him.

Sure enough, this made Sun Du's mouth pout even higher, and a pair of fox eyes were watery, staring at him as if he wanted to drown him.His eyes were full of innocent colors.

At first glance, it looks like the fox who has been fooled has a way.

Xie Tang put down the hand that was pinching Sun Du's pearly lips, and led him to the art exhibition below, not intending to express his thoughts.

Regarding the topic of death, no matter how many philosophy books he read, he could not solve it.He didn't know how to answer.

The two returned to the front to quietly watch the exhibition and appreciate the paintings.

The afternoon sun was just right, and the two of them didn't make trouble with each other. They were inseparable and not too close, and they looked very right.

It was almost 17:30 in the afternoon when I finished the exhibition, and Sun Du smiled and said to Xie Tang, "Where should we go to eat spicy food? — Isn't it rare in Britain to eat spicy food?"

He shook Xie Tang's hand, and approached him coquettishly.

Xie Tang didn't stop him, but said calmly, "There is a private Sichuan restaurant, and Nissan went."

Hearing this, Sun Du finally laughed.Originally, he was worried about being taken to eat wasabi and Japanese food, but he really couldn't appreciate it.