For three consecutive days, light rain fell and stopped, and continued for the whole day on Saturday. Fortunately, when the sun shone on the earth on Sunday morning, it drove away the dark clouds over Meihai City.
Yang Lu arrived at Qingmeng Art Museum early in the morning. It was only half past eight and the museum opened at nine o'clock.
Yang Lu's coat was still the coffee-colored windbreaker from yesterday, and her upper body was replaced by a white shirt. She also deliberately paired it with a small tie and a brown short skirt, which made her stand out outside the art museum and attract attention.
At this moment, Yang Lu had great expectations in his heart.
When Yang Lu left the coffee shop yesterday, he looked at Bai Mo carefully. Bai Mo's light gray casual suit matched his appearance so well, giving him a sunny atmosphere.
If possible, Yang Lu hoped Bai Mo would still wear that little suit today.
Sometimes the development of things always runs counter to expectations. Bai Mo got out of a taxi at almost nine o'clock.
Instead of the gray suit, Bai Mo wore a pair of loose ripped jeans and a white long-sleeved T-shirt.
I didn't see the dress I dreamed of, and a loss came to my mind.
After Bai Mo approached, he glanced at Yang Lu from top to bottom and smiled at her, "She's very beautiful today."
Suddenly being praised by Bai Mo, Yang Lu felt like a deer bumping into her heart. She pointed to the door of the art museum, "Let's go?"
Bai Mo nodded and walked towards the door first.
Yang Lu was stunned when she saw Bai Mo behind her. There was a painting on the back of Bai Mo's T-shirt. She could tell at a glance that it was hand-painted. It was an oil painting style graffiti. In the movie, the scene where the Supreme Treasure is put on a tight band.
Yang Lu ran two steps to catch up with Bai Mo, "Did you doodle on your clothes yourself?"
"That's right!" Bai Mo nodded, "You must wear your own graffiti clothes when participating in an art exhibition!"
At this moment, Yang Lu felt a little excited. Many painters like to make patterns on their clothes, which can be regarded as a kind of label.
Just as Bai Mo said, he changed his clothes specially because he was participating in the art exhibition. It was obviously carefully prepared. Just like yesterday when Bai Mo attended Teng Jie's autograph signing, he wore more formal clothes.
Yang Lu said as he walked: "This art exhibition is sponsored by the owner of Qingmeng Art Museum. Every painting here is by a different artist. He only accepts emerging painters who are not famous, saying that he wants to provide a platform for new painters. .”
"I know." Bai Mo nodded, his eyes scanning the lobby on the first floor, "Actually, I will come even if you don't invite me. I originally planned to come here to see you."
Yang Lu pouted hard at Bai Mo's back, secretly cursing Bai Mo for being a fool. He's already here, can't he save some face for her?
A pair of handsome men and beautiful women appeared in the art gallery, which naturally attracted a lot of attention. Two little girls' eyes lit up when they saw Bai Mo, and then they followed Bai Mo.
Yang Lu stopped next to a painting and asked, "How do you like this ink painting?"
Bai Mo didn't speak, so she could only take the initiative to find topics. In fact, she still didn't know Bai Mo's painting skills. Those words that praised Bai Mo's painting skills were only Chen Xiaoxiao's own words.
Bai Mo glanced at the frame and said, "I don't do much research on ink painting."
This sentence made Yang Lu a little disappointed. He was simply disappointed with Bai Mo's painting ability. This kind of statement with little research is too common.
Unexpectedly, Bai Mo commented a few more words, "But this painting is obviously not a pure ink painting. If you look at the lines of the lotus leaves and the reflections in the water, the proportions are so accurate. It is possible that they used tools and lacked the uniqueness of ink painting." There’s something free and easy about it.”
Yang Lu looked at the flaws pointed out by Bai Mo with doubts. As Bai Mo said, there were indeed some problems with this painting.
"Awesome, Teacher Bai!" Yang Lu extended his thumb to Bai Mo. It turned out that Bai Mo didn't understand, but was pretending to be humble!
Then, Yang Lu asked about a few more paintings he was interested in. Bai Mo could always see the shortcomings in the paintings at a glance just like a money detector checking banknotes.
Yang Lu admired Bai Mo so much that the two little girls who had been following Bai Mo were even more excited.
After turning into another corridor, Yang Lu paused, and then deliberately slowed down. Bai Mo, who was following her, also had to slow down.
Although Yang Lu was walking in front, he kept paying attention to Bai Mo. When Bai Mo stopped in front of a painting, Yang Lu's little hands gradually clenched into fists.
This is an oil painting called House in the Clouds.
The painting is of white clouds, with a hut above the clouds, and a girl standing at the door of the hut, with only one silhouette.
Yang Lu pursed his lips and asked softly: "Is this painting good?"
"It's not bad!" Bai Mo said, "This must be painted by a girl. The painting style is delicate. You can see that she is full of yearning for life and keen on imagining the future. She is optimistic and upbeat. In her world, everything Everything is beautiful.”
"Really?" Yang Lu's eyes flashed brightly, "When you say that, I want to meet this female painter."
"You can't be called a painter, right?" Bai Mo shrugged, "At most, she is just a beginner with solid basic skills. The world she painted is beautiful. Although this world above the clouds is a fantasy, it cannot be divorced from reality. .Look at this house, according to our oriental architectural style..."
I don't know if the word "painter" irritated Bai Mo, or if Bai Mo wanted to show his ability in front of Yang Lu. He pointed out the flaws in four paintings in a row.
It's a pity that Bai Mo's attention was all on the painting and he didn't notice Yang Lu's increasingly dissatisfied eyes.
The two of them continued walking inside, and the two little girls continued to follow.
Yang Lu suddenly found that there were many people standing next to a painting, all pointing at the painting and whispering.
When he came to the back of the crowd and looked inside, Yang Lu was instantly attracted to the painting.
The angle in the painting is on the coast, perfectly depicting the moment when the sun rises above the horizon.
The waves on the seaside are painted very clearly by the author, especially the brilliance of the morning sun scattered on the sea. The author perfectly painted the gradient layering, as if it were a photo recording that moment.
The most amazing thing is that Yang Lu always has a feeling. She feels that the morning sun is still moving, as if she sees the morning sun rising slowly on the sea level.
Because there were too many people, Yang Lu was afraid that Bai Mo would say something arrogant, so he leaned into Bai Mo's ear and lowered his voice and asked, "Teacher Bai, are there any flaws in this painting?"
"Isn't this just an ordinary sketch of the rising sun?" Bai Mo replied disapprovingly. He didn't lower his voice deliberately, and people around him could hear it.
As soon as these words came out, all knowledgeable people cast disdainful glances at Bai Mo.
