The snow in the mountains hangs on the branches, and the dead branches and trees cover the road ahead. Soon the snow water soaked their coats, and after walking around the foot of the mountain for a long time, a hidden place was revealed in front of Dongfang Shiming.
Hidden in the dead forest is a small hut built of broken bricks, like an inconspicuous pile of rocks.
It is better to say that it is a hut than a small roadside shrine that can be seen everywhere in the countryside. It is only about as high as a person's waist, and is more like a simple shed to house wild dogs in the mountains.
Dongfang Shiming shrank in the cold wind. Bai Yikao walked towards the hut and said to him, "We're here."
Dongfang Shiming noticed a corner of the tattered quilt protruding from the hut. It seemed that someone had lived here before. But what does this place have to do with Bai Yikao, and why did he bring himself here?
"Actually, I understand what you think." Suddenly, Bai Yikao said to himself, "I also understand the old man's attitude towards me. You must be thinking that if the old man really insists on opposing me, he will not stay The souvenirs in that house won’t host the autumn curtain painting banquet, right. I’m not a fan of the authorities, and I understand these things.”
Dongfang Shiming put his hands in his pockets and listened quietly to what he said. This was indeed what he was thinking just now, but not now.
"No one in the whole family except my little sister can understand my choice. Maybe you don't understand it either?" Bai Yikao squatted down in front of the hut and looked up at Dongfang Shiming, "Actually, you don't need to do this kind of thing. understand."
"If you want to talk, I can listen." Dongfang Shiming also walked over, "If this is a secret, I will keep it secret for you."
"Thank you." Bai Yikao lowered his head, "Sooner or later, you and my little sister are a family, and I don't treat you as an outsider. Maybe you can't understand me after hearing my reasons, but maybe you can change your mind a little and think of me. Brother is not that naive."
Oriental poetry clearly understands. It turns out that Bai Yikao brought himself here because here lies the root of Bai Yikao's choice to embark on the path of painting.
It was also at this time that Dongfang Shiming realized that although the two met briefly, he had been comparing himself with him intentionally or unintentionally.
No one asked for this kind of thing, but it was Bai Yikao's own temperament. Especially since he was about to take over his most cherished biological sister, one could probably imagine his complicated mood.
After thinking about what was going on, Dongfang Shiming felt a little spontaneously sorry for this elder brother.
"Brother Bai, what are you talking about?" Dongfang Shiming approached the hut and looked inside, "What's in here?"
Although it has been uninhabited for a long time, there is still an old and unique atmosphere inside. Dongfang Shiming looked over and saw that there was nothing else inside except a few scattered and worn quilts.
But he also keenly noticed that there were some dark marks on the "wall" made of broken bricks. If he guessed correctly, these were handwriting left by ink.
"Could it be...that this place was once here?" Dongfang Shiming hesitated, having a guess in his mind.
Bai Yikao glanced at him sideways. After pondering again and again, he reached in among the piled quilts and fumbled for something.
When Dongfang Shiming saw this, he couldn't help but be slightly surprised: "Is this... a painting?"
What Bai Yikao took out was indeed a yellowed and worn-out painting. A lot of pieces were broken around the drawing paper, leaving only the relatively complete inked part in the middle.
Although the ink color is also very old, the picture is very blurry. But it is enough to see the strong strokes of the brushstrokes. Between the vertical and horizontal lines of ink, a majestic picture of rock bamboo with rain and rain is outlined.
It is enough to see that the style of this painting is extremely wild and uninhibited, and it cannot even be described as "chic".
"You can tell." Bai Yikao and Dongfang Shiming looked at this old painting together, and said after a while, "I have been aiming for this style of painting, and over the years, it may have become somewhat similar."
Dongfang Shiming recalled the painting Bai Yikao made when he was surrounded by everyone. It seems that there are indeed similarities in brushwork and style with the painting in front of me, but they are also different and difficult to distinguish.
Bai Yikao handed the painting to Dongfang Shiming. He rubbed the fragile folds around the scroll and looked at it carefully.
"There are a few more, but none of them are well preserved." Bai Yikao said to himself, "If you are still interested, I will get them one by one."
Dongfang Shiming looked at the scroll repeatedly. After hearing what Bai Yikao said, he casually agreed: "Okay."
Such wild brushwork is somewhat similar to that of a painter, but it is not as refined and aloof as a painter. Although his understanding of painting is not very deep, he can still see that this painting carries some indescribable excitement.
While thinking, Bai Yikao had already brought all the remaining works to Dongfang Shiming.
"I see you've been staring at that picture. Do you have any ideas?" Bai Yikao asked, handing over the remaining three or four yellowed old papers in his hand.
Dongfang Shiming smiled and shook his head. Then I thought that these things had nothing to do with me after all. The purpose of coming here was to relieve Bai Yikao's mood. Just agree and listen to what he says.
With this thought in mind, he took the painting that was handed to him. However, when he opened it for the first time, his pupils shrank suddenly.
"……How is this going?"
A scene that flashed through my mind briefly overlapped with what was depicted on the paper in front of me. He suddenly felt dizzy and scared Bai Yikao next to him.
"What happened?" Bai Yikao came over quickly. Looking at the unfolding picture, he still didn't understand why Dongfang Shiming reacted so violently.
really. It's just a mountainous field dyed white with snow, a snowfield before nightfall surrounded by low mountains. There are a few lonely village houses in a corner, and the feeling of vastness and vastness is accompanied by scattered snowflakes falling one after another.
It's really just an ordinary scenery picture. However, what is depicted in this scene picture is exactly consistent with the scene in the Xiangfengguan area!
The perspective adopted in the painting was the mountain road that Dongfang Shiming had to pass when he went to Xiangfeng Temple twice, so the impression was extremely clear. Whether it's a village or a mountain ravine...it's all the same.
But. Dongfang Shiming followed the thread in his memory to search for the past, but the Xiangfeng Temple did not appear in the picture.
Where the Xiangfeng Temple was originally located, there was only a wilderness covered by snow. Dongfang Shiming couldn't help but frown, confused.
Is this... a coincidence?
He held his forehead and suppressed the doubts in his heart. Under Bai Yikao's puzzled gaze, he slowly opened the remaining pictures.
The other paintings are similar to the first one, turning into paintings of objects instead of landscapes. Dongfang Shiming was a little disappointed, but upon closer inspection, he could find that the "Picture of Viewing the Elephant Wind" was the most severely worn.
