Day 18.
Ruan Wen went to Badaguan Scenic Area.
"Badaguan" is characterized by the integration of gardens and courtyards, surrounded by lush green plants.
The green peaches on Shaoguan Road bloom every spring and are as pink as ribbons; the crape myrtle flowers on Zhengyang Road compete in summer; the five-cornered maples on Juyongguan Road shed a golden color in autumn; the two rows of cedars on Zijingguan Road are evergreen all year round; The begonias on the road are still fragrant after many nights of rain.
She did not come here when the peach flowers were blooming most brilliantly. She chose to come here when the flowering period was about to pass. At this time, there was not much beauty on the trees, but there was spring mud under the tree, and red tiles and green walls could be seen between the branches and leaves. The gradient and collision of colors existed naturally. Every corner.
April is full of green peaches, and May is full of begonias.
She will stay here until June and then go south.
It took Ruan Wen nearly an hour to find the right position, observe, think, and then write, striving to express the most touching momentary impression.
She ate a few slices of pancake at lunch.
In the afternoon, there were more young people on the streets.
In 1998, there were not many foreign tourists in the "Badaguan", let alone noisy tour groups. Compared with scattered travelers, there were more students from nearby universities.
They played and chased each other in the streets, singing poems about their love.
Ruan Wen sometimes stopped to look at the young couple walking hand in hand, or shook his head, or smiled, and then continued to sketch the Shaoguan Spring in his heart.
Near the end, a little bit of rain fell from the sky. As a spring thunder broke through the sky, the rain quickly became heavier. She was caught off guard and was a little embarrassed.
It was clear that the sky was clear when she got up in the morning, but she didn't expect that things would change in the afternoon. She remembered that there was an umbrella in her bag, but for some reason she couldn't find it after looking through it several times.
Just when she had no choice but to give up and was about to pack her things and leave, it became dark above her head and the rain was blocked out.
When she turned around to look, the panic in her eyes suddenly froze.
The face that had been missing for almost a week reappeared in front of me, smiling faintly amidst the sound of rain and the croaking of frogs.
"You... didn't leave?"
"Gone, but back again."
Ruan Wen smiled and said, "It seems you haven't given up yet."
Lin Yue shrugged, looked at her painting and said, "Can I still paint?"
Ruan Wen turned around.
I saw the rain falling from the edge of the umbrella wet the painting board, and the water lines meandered, making the wet colors appear colorful.
She was stunned, couldn't help but take out the paintbrush, and clicked a few times on areas with strong color differences.
Lin Yue handed over the umbrella, covering the sky between her and the drawing board.
The rain rays made the leaves rustle, frogs croaked from the pond, and water droplets formed a bead curtain around the umbrella. Beyond the bead curtain was a woman's face with concentration.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but she put away her paintbrush, put it gently on the paint tray, and looked at "Shaoguan Spring" soaked in spring love and rain, her eyes full of surprise and joy.
Unexpectedly, the meandering colors of the rain suddenly made the painting come alive. The collision of light, shadow and color added a touch of the freehand brushwork and hazyness of ancient Chinese literati paintings. Even a famous painter like her couldn't help but secretly applaud. This may be her most successful work since her debut.
Art is something that comes naturally, and is acquired by chance.
She turned around, wanting to share her joy with Lin Yue and express her inner gratitude, but what she saw was an almost wet man.
Raindrops dripped down along the tips of her hair, and traces of water clustered around her eyebrows. Her starched suit and neat tie were soaked with moisture, and the collar of her shirt clung to her neck, making her look miserable.
Ruan Wen looked at himself and then at him, feeling very complicated emotions in his heart.
"sorry."
She held the handle of the umbrella and tried to push it over, but the arm stretched out in front of her didn't move at all.
"Do you think it's too lonely for me to get wet all by myself, so do you want to make a pair of drowned rats with me?"
Ruan Wen wanted to laugh, but the smile flowed into his heart and turned into emotion.
"Thank you."
Lin Yue said: "Have you finished painting?"
"Um."
"Then why are you still standing there?"
She suddenly woke up, quickly packed up her drawing tools, followed Lin Yue out of the filming location, and got into a jeep parked on the side of the road.
"You'll catch a cold like this. Go to the hotel where I'm staying, not far to the north."
Lin Yue nodded, started the engine and drove towards the north.
…
After entering the room ten minutes later, Ruan Wen immediately rushed him into the bathroom to take a hot bath.
With Lin Yue's current physique, let alone getting wet all over, even if he fell into an ice hole in the middle of winter, he would sneeze a few times and be weak from the cold for most of the day. There was no need to be so nervous.
"I asked the waiter to take your clothes for washing, and asked the front desk to find two clean clothes for you to wear first."
When he was halfway through the rush, Ruan Wen's voice came from the door.
"good."
Lin Yue agreed from behind the shower curtain.
After a few minutes, he put on a clean shirt and trousers and walked out.
Ruan Wen stood in the middle of the living room wearing a knitted sweater, looking at "Shaoguan Spring" under the light without blinking.
"What do you think?" she asked.
Lin Yue walked over and took a closer look: "Although I haven't done much research on the painting, I am sure that this painting is completely different from your previous works. It seems... there is something extra."
Ruan Wen turned sideways: "The breath of nature."
"Nature's breath?"
“Do you know where the Impressionists came from?”
Lin Yue nodded: "Writers use words to capture the audience's thoughts, musicians use melodies to mobilize people's emotions, and chefs pursue stimulating taste buds. When it comes to painters, the paintings of the old era are more realistic, carrying historical stories and philosophical ideas. After the invention of photography technology, realistic art suffered heavy losses, and a new school of painting was born - Impressionism. They believed that painting art needed to return to its essence and should focus on the impact of color, light, shadow and lines on the visual system. Later, the new generation of Impressionist painters believed that just pursuing color, light and shadow, lines and composition was not enough. Just like famous writers, musicians, and chefs all have strong personal styles, Impressionist painters should also inject personal thoughts and emotions into their works. , and understanding of things.”
"You know a lot." Ruan Wen said: "The last time we met, you said that my paintings were different from the past, like a graceful and restrained Asian beauty. In fact, after Luo Wen left, I have been seeking improvement in my painting style. Breakthrough. However, I am not very satisfied with the works these days. There is always a feeling of artificiality. To this day, the water falling from the edge of the umbrella smudges the spring peaches in Shaoguan, breaking up the personal emotions I deliberately conveyed and giving it a few twists. The misty and natural feeling is, how should I put it, a bit like wet painting. The hard work over the past few months has finally paid off."
Lin Yue said sincerely: "Congratulations."
Ruan Wen shook his head: "This is a work completed by the two of us. If you agree to hold an exhibition in the future, I will add your name to the introduction of this painting."
Lin Yue said: "As long as you like it."
"Look at me, I'm focusing on it." Ruan Wen picked up the cup on the coffee table and handed it to him: "Drink some hot water to get rid of the coldness in your body."
"Thanks."
Lin Yue took the cup and took a sip, then walked to the sofa next to him and sat down.
The lights in the living room were all on, there was plenty of light, and the air was mixed with the smell of paint and perfume.
He took a few deep sniffs and trembled slightly: "Is this...Chanel No. 5?"
"Huh? You know it?"
Ruan Wen walked to the single sofa next to him and sat down, holding the cup in both hands and taking a sip of hot coffee.
Lin Yue nodded: "This is my ex-girlfriend's favorite perfume. She was born on May 25th, and the release date of this perfume is also May 25th."
"If you can tell the perfume style from the smell of paint, you must love her very much." Ruan Wen felt that this Royal Canadian Mounted Police officer was very different from the police officer in her impression.
Lin Yue smiled and said nothing more.
The world of "Eavesdropping" took Mary around the world. The perfume he bought for his fiancée at the Chanel counter in the Champs Elysees was CHANEL NO.5.
At this time, Ruan Wen remembered the conversation between the two in the rain: "You said you left and came back again, was it because you refused to admit defeat?"
"no."
Lin Yue's answer surprised her.
"why?"
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