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Note: "The Meaning of Painting" - Wang Wanzhi
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Gu Fan had a dream.
The situation in the dream is as serious as reality. After being framed, Han Jue stopped all activities and could only stay at home. It¡¯s not convenient to go out because there are a large number of protesters and reporters downstairs who look like hyenas and vultures. Gu Fan was worried about Han Jue, so he canceled all his travels and moved into Han Jue's house. The ingredients were delivered by Xiao Zhou every day. He and Han Jue read, wrote, drew and made music at home, and no one could disturb them. Because he was in a dream, the passage of time was not obvious. Gu Fan only knew that such days had passed for a long, long time. One day, Han Jue suddenly put down his book and said he wanted to go out for a walk. Gu Fan was shocked and said that it was inappropriate for there to be so many people downstairs. Han Jue said as he walked out, they couldn't recognize me. Gu Fan had an inexplicable feeling that this sentence was true, and the people downstairs would really not recognize Han Jue. He couldn't see Han Jue's expression clearly. Looking at Han Jue's back as he opened the door, he felt uneasy. He suddenly thought that Han Jue's father just left the house one day and never came back, so he slammed the door and refused to let Han Jue leave. Gu Fan said, it's okay to leave, I have to come with you. Han Jue shook his head and asked Gu Fan to get out of the way. Gu Fan remained silent. Han Jue stared at him for a long time, nodded and said "Okay" with a smile. However, before Gu Fan could breathe a sigh of relief, Han Jue turned around and rushed to the window and jumped down.
Gu Fan woke up suddenly, his heart was still beating violently, and he could hardly breathe. He looked at the furniture and objects around him that were almost the same as in the dream but more real and detailed than in the dream, and gradually came to his senses¡ª¡ª
¡¾It turned out to be a dream¡¿
Great, everything I just experienced was just a nightmare. Gu Fan gasped and closed his eyes, having a false alarm. Whether it was because he ran out of the quilt or because of a nightmare, his hands and feet were extremely cold. His hands seemed to still feel like they were holding on to the window sill, and there still seemed to be the lingering sound of the cry of grief and indignation in his throat. He retracted his hands and feet into the quilt, and froze weakly, recalling everything that happened in his dream, and the more he thought about it, the more scared he became.
¡¾Fortunately it was just a dream. ¡¿
Gu Fan lay on the sofa and relaxed for a while, his grief and shock gradually dissipated.
However, when Gu Fan came to his senses and sat up from the sofa to see Han Jue standing silently by the window, Gu Fan froze instantly and a thin layer of sweat broke out all over his back.
The window was open, and the cold wind from outside poured in. Han Jue, who was wearing thin clothes, didn't seem to feel the cold. He just stood quietly by the window alone, his eyes forward, but he didn't know where he was looking. He rested his hands on the window sill. As if he could jump out at any time.
Gu Fan got up from the sofa, walked as lightly as possible, and walked to Han Jue's side as if nothing had happened.
Until Gu Fan stood next to Han Jue, Han Jue had no reaction.
Gu Fan looked out the window. Originally, the windows in the house were closed and the curtains were always drawn. Because the people downstairs came to protest and yell, and there were reporters staring at the windows at all times. But it was just before six in the morning, the sky was dark and not yet bright, and parking was not allowed on both sides of the road downstairs, so Gu Fan did not see the protesters or the reporters stationed there.
Gu Fan stared at the street lamp downstairs for a while, then rubbed his arms and asked Han Jue, "Isn't it cold like this?"
Han Jue still stared ahead and said nothing.
Gu Fan¡¯s heart sank.
"Look, there's a cat there." Han Jue suddenly pointed at something in front of him.
It turns out he was staring at the cat. Gu Fan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and followed Han Jue's fingers. He couldn't find a cat anywhere, only a bunch of plastic bags.
"It's a plastic bag."
"Really?" Han Jue said with a serious look on his face: "I think it's a cat. It's so cold, it might freeze to death."
"You know it's cold." Gu Fan angrily brought Han Jue a coat.
Han Jue took the coat but didn't put it on immediately. He walked towards the door and said, "I'm going down."
"What are you going for?"
"Pick that cat up."
Gu Fan saw a figure not far downstairs and was worried that reporters and protesters were ambushing him, so he was about to stop Han Jue. But when the cold wind blew from the window behind him, fragments from his dream flashed through Gu Fan's mind - coat, going downstairs, window Gu Fan felt his heart being squeezed hard, he stopped in his tracks, and quickly turned around to close the window. Then he rushed forward and held Han Jue's shoulders: "Let the bodyguards go! Justmake breakfast first. I'm starving!"
Under Gu Fan¡¯s nervous gaze, Han Jue held up his coat and pondered for a moment. Finally, he nodded and said, ¡°That¡¯s okay.¡± Then he put down his coat and went to the kitchen.?Are you afraid of being moved or scared?
¡°The pain of bitter love is all erased¡¿
Gu Fan was not surprised by this, and understood that it was the painting in front of him and the artist who inspired Han Jue's creation.
Originally, at this time, he would not make any noise, for fear of disturbing the musician's creation, but Han Jue was very different, different from all the musicians Gu Fan had known before. Han Jue often writes in one go, and one song is one after he writes it. However, if there is a pause during the creation process, it means that he has encountered obstacles. It is okay to let him think alone, but the most efficient thing is to chat with him. Only by chatting can new sparks be created.
So, when Han Jue stopped after singing a section and just let the sound of the piano continue to play, as if he continued to wander around looking for inspiration, Gu Fan waited for a while and asked the painter: "What is his name?" He forgot The artist's name.
Han Jue lowered his eyes and replied softly: "Van Gogh."
Inspiration was found.
The softly humming voice continued:
¡¾Have you ever heard of Van Gogh? How many hundred is it worth?
His personality is hard to explain
??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Everyone understands
Look, he has the right to paint randomly
Maybe the pockets won¡¯t be empty]
"If you really want to say, my own work is not a song or a movie. My real work is my life." After another pause, Han Jue said to Gu Fan while playing, "It's a bit strange to say that, you put It is easy to understand as a biographical film. My life experience is the main line of the work, and the songs and videos are the highlights, just embellishments."
Gu Fan understood. He felt so. Han Jue's life has been full of ups and downs. From his childhood to the present, he has been plagued by suffering. He occasionally sees good things, but then falls immediately, as if fate favors him but is playing tricks on him. He became famous overnight, fell into decline the next year, fell into depression, made a stunning comeback, reached the peak, and was framed It is not an exaggeration to say that this is a legend. Every legend is meant to be unrepeatable. If Han Jue's life experiences were made into a movie, it would definitely be wonderful. But it¡¯s not enough. The ending of the legend cannot stop at [being framed and retired sadly]!
Faced with being framed, it is not that we are completely powerless to fight back now. Wang Qingjun ignited a flame online, and other celebrities who supported Han Jue and sane people protected the flame and made it stronger. The old chairman and Zhang Yaohui were behind the scenes to stop the culprit. Guan Yi and Jialens were preparing to go to the United States to catch the culprit.
"Being framed" must not be followed by "retreating sadly"!
"If your life is your work, then this work will be the most legendary work." Gu Fan looked at Han Jue with piercing eyes. "Since it is a legendary work, the ending cannot stop here."
"The ending of the legend" Han Jue's eyes were dazed: "Of course it won't stop here. My work would be too unexciting." After saying that, he looked at "Crows on the Wheat Field" as if looking at To a true legend.
¡¾Sold out, bought and sold again, sold out, bought again
Who can set the price and earn a living by performing arts?
Who would end up in a mental hospital like this?
The imprisoned passer-by
It¡¯s so difficult to live without confusion
He left behind his style
¡°I really want to wake up but I have no choice but to get sick¡¿
Gu Fan stood up happily and said he was going to make a cup of coffee.
Han Jue also asked for a drink. He played the piano and completely recorded the song "Painting" that he just thought of, and also wrote down the lyrics that came to mind.
When Gu Fan left the production room, he didn't notice that when Han Jue wrote "I really want to wake up but I am sick", Han Jue thought for a moment, slowly crossed out the sentence and changed it to "pick up a pistol and commit suicide".
"Meow~" Valentine, who was resting on the table, turned around, swept Han Jue's hand with his tail, and meowed softly to him. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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