The courtyards here are relatively scattered, with large stone sculptures and statues.
Turning around a bamboo forest, half-finished plaster heads and remains were scattered on both sides. The afterglow of the setting sun fell on it, making it look desolate.
"Is this the Xi Painting Academy? Why is it an old workshop?"
Entering the corridor in the door, Zhu Daqiu couldn't help but mutter. There were a few people coming in and out.
Going further inside, the sound of grinding attracted him. This place was unfamiliar and he didn't know who would be inside.
Next to the dimly lit water mill, an old man with half-black hair controlled the strength and angle to finely polish a patterned stone with great concentration. Press the pedal to control the speed.
A handsome young man was watching and only heard him say:
"Are you making shells? Are they used for anything?"
The old man kept moving and said: "This is the hem of the skirt! I don't know if it is of any use. Anyway, I have been doing it for a lifetime. Living things cannot last long. Give dead things life and meaning. This is what we living people want." made."
The young man was in awe and said, "So, do you sell the things you make?"
While polishing, the old man said: "Sell, of course! Only when the things you make are valuable and meaningful can you sell them.
I have been doing this all my life, polishing objects and polishing myself. I have always had a wish in my heart: to make something that will last forever. I only learned a few years ago that it is not the thing that is passed down, but the person who owns it - alas, a lifetime wish was crushed to pieces like this. "
"Educated. Art requires people who can pass it on from generation to generation. Otherwise, no matter how good it is, it will not last long.
What you want to pass on is just the stuff, not the ideas on the stuff. "
"Young man, I have to live first!"
A man came in suddenly, bypassed Zhu Daqiu, and leaned down in front of the old man to take a closer look.
"Old Suntou, you have to hurry up! The only thing missing is your skirt. Your skirt is the soul of the stone statue. With it, the stone statue is alive. The patron is in a hurry, so the only way to get rid of your skirt is The hem of the skirt is inlaid first, and then the bottom can continue.”
Lao Suntou was not affected by this person and said slowly:
"Since it is a soul, it must look like a soul. We need to make the skirt silk as smooth as catfish skin. Without time and energy, it is difficult to achieve the effect!"
The man clapped his hands and said: "Well said! Old Suntou, everyone knows the details, so I won't disturb you anymore. I'll put the 5,000 yuan here first."
The man put the money on the tea table and walked out like a gust of wind.
Old Suntou put down what he was doing, sat down at the table, grabbed a wad of money, and counted it carefully.
The number was accurate, and Old Suntou took a sip of tea with confidence.
Then he looked at the young man for a while and said: "You don't look like a guest, a tourist, or a person here; you don't have the look of a prostitute, but you have the thoughts of a prostitute."
After saying that, he lifted the "skirt" on the grinder and started polishing it carefully.
"How did you know?"
"I used to carve human figures. The more I made the dummies, the more real people could guess."
"No matter how much it costs, I want it!"
The young man glanced at Zhu Daqiu, and the two nodded to each other.
This young man was Zhu Ge. None of them knew what this glance meant.
Zhu Daqiu continued walking in. Suspecting that he had come to the wrong place, he climbed up the stairs and turned towards the flat grass. There are giant marbles scattered on the grass.
Moisture surges up, the sky gradually darkens, forming a gray mist. Looking around, there is no one around.
Walking past a giant banyan tree, there was a person standing in front of him: his head was lowered, his hair was hanging down, and he couldn't tell the difference between male and female. He was wearing a white fat robe, and his figure couldn't be seen.
I hope the big ball and the small one approach cautiously. Because he only looked at people, he stepped on a dead branch and made a slight sound.
The man swung his hair behind him in a stylish way and opened his flower folds. It was really charming at that moment.
In a daze, Zhu Daqiu thought this person was so cool.
Then my heart pounded, he was Ye Jia! This change is too big, she has thin eyebrows and red lips. A gust of wind passed by, and the fragrance hit my nose.
Ye Jia put away the fan and said with a smile: "Big Ball, you really surprise me, you can find this place! I haven't seen you for several months, your vicissitudes of life are vividly visible in front of me! - Why are you shaking so hard?"
Zhu Daqiu's joy and hatred are intertwined: he is happy that he finally found one; he is hating that he wants to kill him immediately.
But he didn't know where the other three were, so he tried his best to restrain themselves.
Zhu Daqiu smiled and said: "Of course I can't suppress the joy in my heart! Brother Ye asked me to find you so hard! Yingdu is missing the four of you, and there are many interesting things and things to talk about before tea and after dinner!"
Ye Jiaqing unfolded the folding fan, fanned it on his face, closed his eyes, and smelled the wind, which seemed to have endless aftertaste.
Zhu Daqiu noticed that the folding fans painted by Ye Jia were all pictures of naked ladies, unrestrained and enchanting. Completely opposite to the shy and reserved style before.
Ye Jia looked up to the sky and said: "I was in my good years, in my prime. The time in Jingsheyuan was the most comfortable time in my life. It's a pity that it is gone forever. We are the only ones who like painting in Jingsheyuan."
You have a special liking for natural landscapes; I have a preference for female forms. Although the paintings are different, they are also the same.
In the past few months, I have carefully studied girls, girls and women to find out the differences in lines on their bodies, and finally formed my own unique style. Big ball, help me taste it. "
Ye Jia slipped out a folding fan from his left wide sleeve. Opening it bit by bit, Zhu Daqiu was shocked and asked, "Are these real people?"
Ye Jia smiled slightly and said: "Your reaction is what I expected. Now I no longer pursue realism, but pay more attention to lines, composition, and form.
What you see is the best product I selected. The three of them didn't know how to draw, so it was useless to show them. What do you think of the lines I drew? "
After calming down, Zhu Daqiu said: "Where are the three of them? Are they here too?"
"They are not here. How do you put aside the idea of the people in the painting and look at my painting?"
Ye Jia wants to be recognized.
"The whole thing is natural, smooth, and bright. The most exquisite thing is the thin lines in the belly button—did you carve the plum branch!"
The furious Zhu Daqiu's blood boiled, and every pore exuded dense breath.
Ye Jia was surprised and surprised to see Zhu Daqiu suddenly become murderous.
"What Mei Zhi? I have never heard of this person at all."
"On the western outskirts of Yingdu, Meijia Village is surrounded by paddy fields and there is a mountain to the north."
"Oh, I remembered, she is Mei Huaihui's daughter. I was using it as waste, she is dead anyway. I just want to see what the heart of the girl he likes is like. Could it be that you are doing it for that A village girl?
Haha, after all, you are the "star" of Yingdu, you can just play for fun, why take it seriously! "
Zhu Daqiu's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Really? I'm going to take out your heart to see what shape it is, crush it bit by bit, and throw it into the manure pit bit by bit, letting the maggots bit by bit Of smoking!”
"You are so vicious! Are you going to throw away the friendship and friendship we have had as classmates for so many years just because of an idiot?"
Zhu Daqiu let out a thick sneer and walked towards Ye Jia step by step.
Ye Jia explained: "It is certainly not right for Liu Hua to assassinate you. I have scolded him several times. I know that Daqiu is a person who is one and will never betray his friends, but they are doing things behind my back. I can What should I do? I still like you as a friend - you are such a bastard, if you come here again I will kill you!"
"I will take out your heart and avenge Mei Zhi!"
"You forced me! Damn it, we don't know who will take out whose heart!"
Ye Jia put on a "fighting style". The feet bump up and down, the shoulders rise and fall; the folding fan in the hand opens to the left and closes to the right, expands to the right and closes to the left.
One fan opened and swept back Zhu Daqiu's eyes; the other fan tightened and pierced his heart. There is still a strong fragrance of powder on the fan, which seems to be for those pictures of ladies.
Zhu Daqiu digs his heels into the ground and leans back, half-turning his chest, staggering his position with Ye Jia.
He restrained himself strongly: don't kill him immediately. What's there to vent your anger over a dead body?
Ye Jia closed his body, swayed left and right, and poked at the big ball with his double fans. The double fans opened and closed, and the strong wind blew. When the fan is open, the image of the lady is enchanting, extremely psychedelic and disturbing; when the fan is closed, it is a sharp weapon, like an iron cavalry protruding from it.
Zhu Daqiu just dodged and smiled. Ye Jia suddenly became afraid and wanted to escape.
With a short body, Zhu Daqiu stood up with five fingers and inserted it straight into Ye Jia's heart, just like chopsticks inserted into tofu.
When he closed his hand, he took out the left side of his heart, and blood dripped continuously.
Ye Jia had an expression of disbelief on his face, stared at Zhu Daqiu, and fell to the ground with both fans.
Zhu Daqiu grabbed his heart, threw it on the ground, stomped on it, and started crying. I cried not only for myself, but also for Mei Zhi and Ye Jia.
"why is it like this!"
He screamed out, washed away the blood, and then went back.
