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Chapter 2 1. The color of melancholy (1)

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    Yan Ruqing believed that he was affected by the climate in Guizhou, and his whole temperament changed.  The four seasons here fluctuate too much, unlike the long summer in his hometown, where 300 days are bright and bright in 365 days a year.  The sky is sunny for three days, Guizhou, the best seasons are summer and autumn.  And the bright and warm summer, how precious, actually fell asleep during his few lazy sleeps.

    The season has entered autumn, and the days of crisp autumn are particularly rare.  As soon as late autumn comes, there will be continuous drizzle, and the damp and cold will come.  One day, Zhongshu asked him to teach Zhongshu's son to paint oil paintings. In Zhongshu's studio, he saw a group of sketches of female figures, all of which were full of lines, strange curves, real and virtual, and bold compositions.  His heart was moved and he wanted to take a closer look, but Zhong Shu put it away.

    This is also a characteristic of the painters in Yunnan and Guizhou. They all paint in hiding, never communicate with their peers, and never show their half-finished products to others.

    Yan Ruqing discovered that the same men have different appreciations for the beauty and charm of women.  There are also male painters, some paint a woman's eyes, and more people paint her face.  Zhong Shu painted breasts and buttocks.  If a woman appeared in Yan Ruqing's mind, it must be her back.  The back figure of a beautiful woman is as ethereal as a dream, which can make people guess infinitely, and will occupy his dreams.  The Guizhou model who influenced his employment choice, one of the things he often thought about afterwards was what does her back look like?  In the sketching class, her naked back was like a light brown violin. If someone plucked the strings with fingers, it would definitely make strange sounds.  In his thoughts, the violin became soft, turbulent, and deformed like Dali's clock. Her back has no fixed image and hue, and is really like the wings of a bat, appearing and disappearing in the dark sky.

    That is nothingness.

    He really wanted to seize the time to draw a batch of paintings, mainly with lines, so he painted the strong light branches in the sky full of the city. Their thin and desolate posture pointing directly to the sky aroused a certain desire in his heart.

    When he held the pen in his hand, he was still a little lazy, and wanted to wait a little longer, until the time came when he had a real impulse and had to draw.  At that time, he will rush to Xiangbao Mountain and Lion Mountain desperately, forget all the fireworks in the world below the mountain, and all the loneliness and frustration will subside. He will stay for a few days and paint all day, so that this autumn will bear fruit.

    This idea made him happy for a long time, he felt that he finally had an idea, put things aside when he had something to worry about, and he was much calmer when chatting with colleagues, unlike usual, he always felt bored and empty in his heart, and talked seriously with colleagues  When it comes to art, I have a guilty conscience, lest others will see through me.

    When he first arrived in Yunnan-Guizhou City, the very short-sighted Chairman of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles promised that because of him, the calligraphy and painting academy that had been built long ago must be built as soon as possible to develop and prosper the calligraphy and painting industry in Guizhou¡ª¡ªa Guangdong painter  , The high-talented students of the Central Academy of Fine Arts have all come to support Guizhou. Is there any reason not to develop?  He was very excited and thought he had come to the right place.  Art is so wonderful, its opportunities are always on the road, where you feel something but don't know it all.  Perhaps it is in Guizhou, which is regarded as wild by people, where various elements of his artistic life are hidden, he looks forward to it.

    But the Academy of Painting and Calligraphy could not be built for a long time, due to financial reasons, staffing reasons, personnel arrangement reasons, etc., there were too many urging questions, and the eyes behind the thick glasses dodged unpleasantly, and told him the young man tactfully and cruelly.  Face the reality: "When I first started working, the desks were used by several people in turn. I don't know how good your working conditions are now. Do you have to have high-rise buildings and large courtyards to be able to create? No, what's wrong?"  If you want to do something, even if the Academy of Painting and Calligraphy cannot be built, you can still paint your paintings! Right?"

    Yan Ruqing was speechless.  This is not a question of working conditions, but a question of whether he can have a dream.  He didn't understand it earlier, and now he understands how difficult it is, how impossible it is.  Finance is difficult, the various functional departments cannot coordinate, there is no drive of any interest, and no one will actively work hard on this matter.

    Lao Huai advised him: "Wait a little longer!"

    People here are used to waiting, and everyone lives in waiting.  You can't do anything but one thing you can do and that's waiting; you don't have to do anything because you're already doing one thing ¡ª¡ª it's waiting.  Waiting for one more year of service will increase the salary by one yuan; people who have not been in love may wait for a love;  The editor-in-chief, deputy director, and deputy director may move their seats because of the sudden death of the old editor-in-chief, the old director, and the old director, and change to a better desk Mou Er is waiting for his thrush to say more, to Dou  More people placed bets on the bird field; Zhong Shu was waiting for the invitation from the Germans;The more he talked, the more excited he became, she pulled his sleeve, he turned his head, saw the woman who was talking staring at him from a distance, made a face at her and stopped talking.

    After that, he once borrowed some literature books from her to read, and he felt good. Poetry, prose and novels actually have something in common with painting. First of all, the emotions in the works are consistent, and the orientation of expression is also similar.  He has gained a lot, and often chats with Rousang, feeling that she is the only one in the vast sea of ??people who can understand him, share his heart and taste, and get a lot of comfort.  But when I went to return the book, the radio said that she had taken creative leave, and I don¡¯t know where to hide to write.

    However, her poems stayed like the summer mulled incense, and the fragrance lingered in his world.  Whenever he thinks about his creation, he reads her poems repeatedly.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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