People often said that people who engaged in art behaved strangely. Their thinking was often above that of ordinary people. They used abstract thinking to interpret the impetuous era, and the final conclusion was that they didn't know what art was.
There were a thousand Hamlets in a thousand people's eyes, and it was the same for art appreciation. In the era of war, a large number of outstanding masters emerged. They faced the gunfire and commented on current affairs. It had to be said that heroes were created by the times. But in the era of peace, art superimposed too many man-made connotations, and distorted aesthetic standards impacted the profit market, resulting in no more masters appearing.
In the early 1980s, Hong Kong and Taiwan's "Decadent Sound" quietly entered the mainland, letting the long-isolated people feel that music could be so beautiful for the first time. In particular, rock music, represented by Cui Jian, appeared at the right time, causing a frenzied uproar on campus. In the 1990s, the birth of the school of folk songs caused even more crazy pursuit. Some so-called vagrant singers carried a guitar on campus to show off, and formed a band with some music lovers, flaunting themselves as a rock group. As for their equipment, a large part of their daily life was supported by "brainless fans," and most of them were girls.
It was shameful to support scholars, but some people felt at ease. They always felt that they were geniuses, and one day they would prove themselves to everyone. However, the road was unusually long. And the "artist" in Qiu Yingxue's eyes was a typical representative. He carried a drawing board and went into the alleys of the capital, eating instant noodles and smoking low-quality cigarettes to carry out so-called "creation."
Speaking of her ex-boyfriend, Qiu Yingxue's face was full of happiness. She said, "His painting is really good. In order to paint a desert sunset, the two of us went into the Taklamakan Desert together. We suddenly encountered a sandstorm and almost died there. "
Lu Yiwei didn't make any comments and said with concern, "Yingxue, don't just talk, eat something first."
Qiu Yingxue ignored him and continued to reminisce. Lu Yiwei listened and yawned. He understood some things. It was Qiu Yingxue who had raised him all these years.
As she spoke, Qiu Yingxue cried again, "God was jealous of his talent, and so cruelly took away his life …"
Lu Yiwei asked cautiously, "He … how did he …"
Qiu Yingxue shook her head and said, "They said he was killed by soot. I'm not too sure about the specifics. I haven't seen him for a long time."
"Oh."
"No, I have to go and take a look now," Qiu Yingxue suddenly sat up and said.
"It's already so late. How about tomorrow?"
"There's no need to trouble you. I'll go alone."
How could Lu Yiwei leave her behind? He had no choice but to bite the bullet and go to the alley in Houhai. After several turns, they found Wang Zhengrong's residence in a crowded and remote courtyard house.
The door was locked and it was dark inside. Qiu Yingxue knocked on the door with all her might. At this time, a man in strange clothes walked out of the house next door and shouted, "Hey, hey, hey, what are you knocking for? He's already dead. What if you knock out a living person? Wouldn't you be scared to death?"
"Do you have the key to this room?"
"I don't have it. You can ask the landlord."
Qiu Yingxue did something inconceivable. She lifted her leg and kicked the door open, scaring the man into running inside.
The room was very small, at most about 10 square meters. There were all kinds of graffiti on the wall and all kinds of unfinished paintings scattered on the ground. In the corner of the wall, there was a stack of paintings neatly stacked. The bedding on the bed was rolled up into a ball. There were all kinds of dirty and filthy things. There was a coal stove in front of the window. According to what Qiu Yingxue said, this should be the culprit.
Qiu Yingxue squatted on the ground and picked up the scattered paintings one by one. She sat under the dim light and quietly admired it. Lu Yiwei didn't have the heart to disturb him, so he went to the room next door to ask about the situation.
Seeing that it was Zhonghua that Lu Yiwei handed over, the man suddenly became a lot more enthusiastic. He talked non-stop, "This place is too unlucky. Two people have already died here. I plan to move out tomorrow. It's too f * cking unlucky."
"How did Wang Zhengrong die?"
"That bastard deserved a short life. He owed a lot of debt and spent all day drinking and drinking. A while ago, he brought two women back to spend the night. He drank too much and slept like a dead pig. He died the next day. Who knows how he died. "The man said with a face full of anger.
The smell in the room was horrible. Cigarette butts were all over the floor, instant noodle boxes were thrown everywhere, and there was less than 50 yuan in change on the table. There was a guitar on the bed. It should be a musician. Lu Yiwei couldn't stand it anymore and quickly left.
Qiu Yingxue held the paintings and looked at them for a long time. She didn't leave until midnight. Before she left, she took some of the paintings.
On the way back, Qiu Yingxue said, "Yiwei, do you know anyone in the capital?"
"Yes, but I haven't been in contact for a long time. What's the matter?"
"I want to hold an art exhibition for him."
Lu Yiwei almost choked. He really didn't know what she was thinking. So this was the reason she borrowed money from him. He didn't refute and said, "If you don't worry, leave it to me."
The next morning, Lu Yiwei arranged for Xiao Zhixiong to find a venue. Although Xiao Zhixiong hadn't been in the capital for a long time, he could handle some things with ease. Soon, they found an exhibition hall in the 798 Arts District. After a day of intense preparation, everything was ready.
Xiao Zhixiong looked at the paintings hanging on the wall and whispered to Lu Yiwei, "Yiwei, I don't know if it's because the art is not mature enough, or the artist's thinking is advanced. Why don't I feel like it's different?"
Lu Yiwei stared at a painting with a post-modern style for a long time and said, "Art is not something mortals like us can understand. Let's go. It's been a long day. Let's go back and rest."
The next day, the art exhibition opened, but there were only a few people who came to enjoy it. Qiu Yingxue would try her best to introduce the intention of the painting to someone, hoping to get their approval. Most people came in and took a glance. It seemed that not only Lu Yiwei couldn't appreciate it, but the public's eyes were the same.
At around 11 am, Lu Yiwei received a call from Professor Zhang, saying that the Provincial Party Committee's Deputy Secretary's lecture was brought forward to this afternoon, and he must rush back. But he couldn't leave in this situation, so he begged, "Professor Zhang, I still have something to do. Can I not attend?"
Professor Zhang said, "Do as you see fit." After that, he hung up.
The art exhibition was held for three days, and they returned to the Xijiang Provincial Party School with many regrets. The first thing they did when they entered the campus was to be lectured by the Organization Department.
The people from the Organization Department did not care what happened and scolded them. They even asked them to write a self-criticism letter and circulate it to the whole school. This matter had blown up. Not only would it be embarrassing, but it would also affect their future, and it would be too late for regrets.
After this incident, Lu Yiwei and Qiu Yingxue got closer. But their relationship did not take a step forward. Lu Yiwei had never expressed his inner thoughts, but Qiu Yingxue was well aware of it.
Qiu Yingxue felt conflicted in her heart. Lu Yiwei was a good person with good looks and talent. But for some reason, she felt that he was lacking something. As for what it was, she did not know. However, Lu Yiwei's meticulous care for her made her reluctant to part with him. One day, she finally understood that Lu Yiwei was only suitable as a friend.
When the first snow fell in Xijiang Province, Qiu Yingxue made up her mind to confess to Lu Yiwei.
"Yiwei, we're already so old, so there's no need to beat around the bush. Just say it. I know what you're thinking, but I have to tell you that we're not suitable. "Qiu Yingxue said as she stood by the lake.
Lu Yiwei exhaled a mouthful of smoke and sighed, "Reason. I need a reason."
Qiu Yingxue said calmly, "You once asked me why I'm so obsessed with my ex-boyfriend. Now I can tell you. Don't be fooled by my calm appearance, but I'm actually very passionate inside. I'm like a canary in a cage, living a pampered life, but longing for the outside world. My heart is like a balloon that is gradually expanding, getting bigger and bigger, and maybe it will suddenly explode one day. Can you understand me? "
Lu Yiwei had tried to read Qiu Yingxue's inner world, but there was always a shackle on her heart. No matter how hard he tried, he could not open it. He asked in confusion, "Do you mean that you're not satisfied with your current life?"
"Yes!" Qiu Yingxue said firmly, "It's not that I'm not satisfied, but I'm very dissatisfied. If it weren't for my parents' interference, maybe I would be wandering around now. I don't have a fixed residence, and I can go wherever I want. This is the life I want. Are you willing to live such a life? "
Lu Yiwei was at a loss.
Qiu Yingxue laughed and said, "You're definitely not willing to let go of everything you have now. So, there's no need to waste your time on me. It's not worth it, really. I can't give you a stable home, and I can't even be a qualified wife. This is also the reason why I divorced after such a short period of marriage. Maybe one day in the future, I will quit my current job and fulfill my ex-boyfriend's unfinished wish. "
Being rejected, Lu Yiwei was depressed. During this period of time, he had always treated Qiu Yingxue as his spiritual soul, and he longed to reignite the spark in his heart. However, all of this turned into bubbles. He said unwillingly, "If I'm willing to give up, will you choose me?"
Qiu Yingxue suddenly laughed and said, "Are you willing?"
"Of course."
"Don't lie to yourself." Qiu Yingxue said coldly, "Your eyes have already betrayed you. Even if you're willing, I won't agree. To put it bluntly, you and I are people of two different worlds. You have your pursuit of happiness, and I have my ideals and expectations. Maybe one day, you'll understand. "After saying that, she put her hands into her pockets and quickly left.
Lu Yiwei was suddenly woken up by the biting cold wind. Could it be that this was a dream?
The snow was getting heavier, but Lu Yiwei didn't feel the cold at all. He sat alone on the bench and stared at the calm surface of the lake, all the way until the lanterns were lit and the heavy snow fell …
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