The Pentium Era - South to North

Yao Fen resigned from the position of secretary-general of the "Splendid China" and is now a professional painter, or to be more precise, a semi-professional painter. Like Xiao Shu, she became the resident painter of the "Riverside Oil Painting Gallery".

Yao Fen likes the position of the resident painter very much. There is no pressure. Her daily job is to paint. It is not much different from a professional painter, but she is in contact with the outside world every day. Unlike a professional painter, who works behind closed doors in the studio every day, which is also stressful. Too boring.

Every day, the two of them sleep until noon before getting up. Kan Xiangdong is placed with Yao Fen's parents and they take care of him.

Get up, wash up, drink some milk and eat some bread. Sometimes Yao Fen will fry a few eggs or bacon, which is breakfast. After eating, the two of them go to the "Riverside Oil Painting Gallery", in the open studio draw.

If it was still early, before twelve o'clock, they would go out after washing and go to Zhang Chen's house for lunch. After lunch, they would go to the "Riverside Oil Painting Gallery".

When working, the two of them were still the same as before. Xiaoshu was at the other end of the studio and Yao Fen was at this end. The two of them did not disturb each other.

What is different from before is that now there are so many people coming to the studio to watch them paint that they have to make an appointment. Zhao Xin arranges a security guard at the door. Only twenty people can enter every day. Sometimes they are lenient or the security guard It can't stop those Baba's eyes, so I will add two or three more, and any more will affect the creation of Xiaoshu and Yao Fen.

These children studying art came in with backpacks, milk and bread, and sat down on the floor, watching Xiaoshu and Yao Fen draw. They spent the whole day watching how they dealt with the details. How to use a pen and a scraper, this is really the best on-site teaching.

Especially after Yao Fen became famous, more and more people came to see her paint. Yao Fen can be said to be the idol in everyone's heart.

Some of these children studying painting have not yet reached the age to take the art exam, and some have already reached the age and failed to pass the exam. Yao Fen is their idol. They know that Yao Fen has also failed to take the exam for many years. I didn't go to any formal art school, but now I have become a famous painter and my works are selling well.

You can support yourself by painting and live a good life. Which child who studies painting doesn't have such an ideal in his heart?

For those who don’t know, I thought that Yao Fen was Xiaoshu’s wife and had some influence from Xiaoshu. Xiaoshu might have helped paint many of the works. But when I got here and actually observed them, I felt that she was really amazing and she didn’t even use her. Without Xiaoshu's help, the two of them would just do their own thing.

When Xiaoshu is painting, there are people watching from behind. He rarely gets distracted and rarely communicates with others. When people say anything to him, he just uses "um", "right", "that's right" and "yes". Such a simple one or two word response.

Yao Fen is different from Xiao Shu. She speaks softly and communicates with others patiently. She talks while drawing in her hands without delaying at all. Sometimes she will break her own rhythm in order to demonstrate. , to draw parts that you are obviously not ready to start painting yet, just to let the other party see clearly.

Sometimes she would even lead them, stand behind Xiaoshu, and explain Xiaoshu's creations to them.

Zhao Xin saw it and smiled: "Yao Fen, you are so patient. None of the teachers who hold training classes are as patient as you."

Yao Fen smiled and said, "What's the matter? I came here too, and I understand them very well. Besides, I'm not the artist-in-residence. When I'm in the museum, I have to pay attention to the image of our museum."

This made Yao Fen very popular here. The children who came here to watch their painting quickly distinguished the two people. They called Xiao Shu "Master" and Yao Fen "Teacher". Xiao Shu heard this and started talking to Yao Fen. they said:

"Add another word, call me Senior Brother. I also learned it from Teacher Yao before."

Yao Fen rolled her eyes at him and Xiaoshu laughed.

Although Yao Fen and the children all lowered their voices, they couldn't stop the crowd. There was still a constant buzzing sound in the studio all day long. Xiaoshu thought of a trick. When he was creating, he simply wore headphones and listened. Listen to music and create at the same time.

In this way, when others see him wearing headphones, they won't come to say anything to him. He doesn't even need to say "um, ah, yes, that's right".

When it's time for dinner, when Zhao Xin is there, he will always come and call them. The two of them go to Zhao Xin's office and the three of them eat together. When Zhao Xin is not there, the security guard will come and call them. They go to Zhao Xin The staff in the office and canteen have already placed the meals there.

When they left the studio, the children did not leave. Instead, they sat there quietly, eating bread, drinking milk, and communicating with each other. They wanted to take advantage of Xiaoshu and Yao Fen's absence to touch them. painting tools will be immediately stopped by other people.

When Xiaoshu and Yao Fen came back, everything continued.

At nine o'clock in the evening, when the museum closes, the security will come in and ask all the children out. Xiaoshu and Yao Fen are still here. The lights in the exhibition hall outside have been turned off, but the lights in the studio are still bright. , they will work here until two or three o'clock in the morning before going back.

After everyone else in the studio has gone, Xiaoshu will take off his headphones, and the two of them will paint and talk. When they get tired of painting, sometimes Xiaoshu will walk over and stand behind Yao Fen. I would sit down in an armchair and watch Yao Fen paint. Sometimes, on the contrary, Yao Fen would come over and watch Xiao Shu paint.

In the second half of the night, Xiaoshu will order takeout. This is their midnight snack and also their dinner. Dinner is their most solemn meal. Xiaoshu will order a lot of food. When the takeaway boy delivers it, it can only be delivered to the door below. They couldn't enter the art museum, so the security guards would help them bring takeout, and the two of them would eat and drink in the studio.

After eating, the leftover soup was left on the table. The aunt who did the cleaning in the morning would help clean it up. The two of them continued working for an hour or two before going back.

Sometimes after closing, around eleven o'clock, when two people hear something moving in the darkness of the exhibition hall outside, they will put down their pens, look at each other, and smile knowingly. At this time, they won't There is someone else, it must be Zhang Chen.

When security patrols, they will turn on all the lights in the exhibition hall first, and then turn off the lights after the patrol. Only Zhang Chen, who does not turn on the lights, will walk here in the dark with the help of dim light.

The two stood for a while, and sure enough, Zhang Chen's figure emerged from the darkness and appeared at the door of the studio. One of them was called "brother-in-law" and the other was called "boss." Yao Fen was used to it and still called him "brother-in-law". Zhang Chen is the "boss".

Zhang Chen came in, looked here and there, and told them, "You draw yours."

The two of them continued to paint. Zhang Chen would sit in an armchair and watch them paint. Sometimes he couldn't help but stand up and look closer. He stared at the canvas for a while, then sat back and Xiaoshu handed the brush to him. To Zhang Chen, asked: "Would you like to have a good time?"

Sometimes Zhang Chen shakes his head, and sometimes he takes the pen and starts drawing. However, he only paints for two or three minutes at most, and then returns the pen to the little tree.

It's okay to just paint a few strokes and enjoy it. The most important thing when he comes here is to smell the smell of mixing oil and turpentine. This smell is what Zhang Chen misses the most. It can quickly take Zhang Chen away. It reminds me of the memory of painting tirelessly all night long when I was young.

Zhang Chen himself is a painter. He knows that if there are traces of others on one of his works, it will be very awkward when you look at it.

He and Xiaoshu are not the kind of people who like to cooperate with others. Even those painters who cooperate with each other actually paint their own paintings. For example, you paint the figure part, he paints the landscape part, and finally let the two independent parts , put together.

When Xiaoshu saw Zhang Chen, he would ask: "Is my sister on a business trip?"

Zhang Chen nodded.

If Xiaofang was at home, Zhang Chen would usually not go out in the middle of the night. When Xiaofang was not at home, he would often come over from home and sit with Xiaoshu and the others when he was alone at night.

When it was time for supper, Xiaoshu would ask Zhang Chen what he wanted to eat and order more than usual. The three of them would sit in the studio, drinking and chatting until two or three in the morning. After that, Xiaoshu He and Yao Fen stopped working, and the three of them went downstairs together. Zhang Chen walked back, while Xiaoshu and Yao Fen left the car in the parking lot and took a taxi home.

Sometimes, Xiaoshu and Yao Fen would accompany Zhang Chen home. The two of them continued walking along the Mishi River until they reached Jiefang Road, and then took a taxi home.

Xiaoshu put down the brush in his hand, and then Yao Fen also put down the brush. They heard light footsteps coming from the exhibition hall outside. Knowing that Zhang Chen was coming, Xiaoshu walked over and opened the glass door of the studio. , a cloud of air-conditioning rolled in from outside. The air-conditioning in the exhibition hall outside was turned off when the exhibition hall was closed. The heating in the studio was sufficient, making it as warm as spring.

Zhang Chen walked out of the darkness, and the little tree shouted:

"Brother-in-law, is it cold outside?"

Zhang Chen was right, it was very cold, as if it was going to snow.

"My sister hasn't come back yet?"

"It's still early, it will be next week."

Zhang Chen walked into the studio, Xiaoshu closed the glass door, Zhang Chen took off his coat, Yao Fen took it and hung it on the coat rack.

Xiaoshu brought Zhang Chen a cup of tea. Zhang Chen was warming his hands while holding the tea, while looking at the painting Xiaoshu was drawing today.

After looking at the small tree, Zhang Chen turned to Yao Fen. What Yao Fen was painting today was still a combination painting. He placed Van Gogh's "Wheat Field" in a snowy field. The snowy scene in the background was a clear In "Snow Landscape" by the early painter Shi Tao, Yao Fen used oil paintings to present the artistic conception of Chinese painting.

This is a very interesting combination, one Chinese and one Western. Van Gogh's "Wheat Field" seems to be igniting this snowfield, while Shi Tao's heavy snow seems to be suppressing Van Gogh's arrogance.

Copying "Wheat Field" is easy for Yao Fen, but it is not easy to use oil brushes to copy Chinese paintings, especially to show the ethereal temperament and the interest of pen and ink in Chinese paintings.

Yao Fen pointed to the snowy field and said to Zhang Chen with a grimace: "I still feel stuffy there, and the smell of snow has not come out."

Zhang Chen thought for a while and said to Yao Fen: "Try adding a little blue, add a little less."

"Is this okay?" Yao Fen asked.

"Try it." Zhang Chen said.

Yao Fen added a little blue to the white oil paint and tried to paint again. Sure enough, the snowy field lit up where he started painting. Yao Fen exclaimed excitedly:

"Yes, come out, boss, how do you know?"

Xiaoshu also came over and looked at the canvas, his eyes lit up.

Zhang Chen said with a smile: "When I was a child, my room was on the first floor, and there was Orange Mountain outside. When it snowed, when I opened my eyes in the morning, the room was bright, and the surrounding walls and ceilings all glowed with a light blue color. The light, so I know that snow is not actually white, it contains blue. If you go to see Pissarro, he handles it this way."

"Haha, it really comes from experience." Yao Fen said with a smile.

Zhang Chen's cell phone rang. He looked at it and saw that it was Xiang Nan. Zhang Chen was surprised. It was already past eleven o'clock in the evening. Why was Xiang Nan calling him?

Zhang Chen picked up.

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