Eaves Wuhai, also known as Eaves Wu, was a new nickname given to Wuhai this year. To be precise, the nickname Eaves Wu was a compliment. The reason was that during the World Youth Art Exhibition held at the beginning of the year, one of Wuhai's paintings had set the highest price in the exhibition. At the same time, many foreign media called him "The Perspective of a Genius" and "The First Person to Look Up at the World". It was well received and surpassed other talented artists from other countries.
It could be said to be a show of national prestige. As for Wuhai's painting competition, it was "Eaves Wu". It was a painting that Wuhai had created while lying on the ground and looking up at it for many days.
Therefore, people called Wuhai Eaves Wuhai or Eaves Wu. Other than the name of the painting, it also meant the external eaves of the Chinese art world.
Since Gao Song could say the name Wuhai, it proved that she also paid attention to the art world. In addition, she was Jiang Changxi's friend, so Wuhai's characteristics were too easy to recognize.
"That's right, the one that paints," Wuhai repeated. "Can we have a glass of watermelon juice and talk?"
From Yuan Zhou's point of view, Wuhai's pick-up line was too crude. There was no technique at all and it would give the girl a feeling of impatience. If it were him, it would definitely be more perfect and subtle.
"Sure, I often go to art exhibitions and I'm also very interested in painting," Gao Song agreed. To be honest, she was really an amateur lover of painting.
"Then … Teacher Gao, I'll go back first." The female student tactfully left.
The female student immediately followed and the two ordered a glass of juice each. Gao Song did not have any stage fright and took the initiative to throw out a topic. "I heard that you like to eat other people's food."
Heard? From whom? It had to be Jiang Changxi. Usually, Wuhai would not take the blame and would fight for what was right. However, he had more important things to do now, so he went straight to the point.
He asked, "Beauty, you said that dancing is skillful and has many uses, right?"
They even knew how to find a common topic. Yuan Zhou stroked the nonexistent beard on his chin and felt quite satisfied.
"That's right. Regardless of whether it's a competition or a social event, or even the square dance performed by our grandparents, they all have a purpose. The purpose of square dance is to entertain and enrich the life of the elderly," Gao Song added.
"A beauty is a beauty. As expected, her brain isn't working well." Gao Song was dumbfounded by Wuhai's words.
Gao Song did not understand what Wuhai meant by this. Strike up a conversation? Although she had been hit on a lot of times, Gao Song had never seen such a thing happen. She immediately said that her brain wasn't working. Gao Song could clearly feel that Wu Hai was being very serious when he said those words.
Also, Wuhai really treated her to the watermelon juice and paid for it.
In the art circle, it was said that Eaves Wu had a very bad temper. His failure rate was 99.8%. Now, Gao Song believed it.
"What's wrong? Please enlighten me." Gao Song had good self-restraint. Instead of getting angry, she asked.
"What do you think is the most perfect art?" Wu Hai asked with an irrelevant question.
"Opera. Opera." Gao Song thought for a long time before answering.
Wagner, Verdi, Offenbach, Shakespeare and so on. There were too many opera masters. This was the answer Gao Song gave after deep consideration.
"Opera. Verdi." Wuhai said, "How can a Chinese who can't speak a foreign language experience 'Nabucco'?"
Gao Song did not understand what Wuhai was trying to say, but she knew he must have something to say. Therefore, she did not rush to answer. She just listened to the following content quietly.
"I think the perfect art is very simple. That is, everyone can understand it and everyone can understand it." Wuhai said first.
Then, he continued, "Opera, songs and even novels are all confined by language and words. If the language is different, even if there is a translation, you can't see the original author's words."
"Therefore, only painting and dance are the most perfect arts. Painting doesn't need words, and it doesn't need to be divided into oil paintings, ink paintings, prints and so on. In primitive times, people used branches to write and draw on the ground. Later, painting became a record. But the most primitive and fundamental painting doesn't have any function. It's just an expression of emotions. Anyone can see what the original author wants to express in its entirety. "
It was rare for Wuhai to talk about something so serious. It had to be said that Wuhai was very persuasive when he kept a straight face. Everyone, including Gao Song, calmed down and listened to Wuhai's narration.
"Dance is the same. In the beginning, when there was no concept of dance, when primitive people were happy or sad, they liked to use their hands and feet to express their emotions. Just like painting, dance doesn't need to be controlled by technology. It carries many functions. The origin of dance must be primitive. The origin that you know now, and the things that you teach, are actually nothing more than stripping away the most core parts and regressing to form it. "
After hearing Wuhai's words, everyone understood that it wasn't that Wuhai had learned how to strike up a conversation. He treated Gao Song to the watermelon juice just to provoke her.
"Serves him right to be single for life. It's not easy to strike up a conversation with a pretty girl. How dare he speak like this." Yuan Zhou was exasperated at the side.
There weren't many things that Wu Hai was obsessed with, only delicacies and paintings. The former could make him snatch things shamelessly, while the latter caused the current situation. To a large extent, the reason why Wu Hai really liked painting was because there were no words in painting. Thus, there was no hindrance in communicating with anyone.
Gao Song wasn't someone who was easy to deal with. Facing Wuhai's complete refutation, she took a sip of watermelon juice and answered without changing her expression, "Painting, dance, and the expression of emotions. I basically agree with this point of view. As for retrogression, is it retrogression with technique? Think about it from another perspective. Isn't it progress to have more technique and more standard? "
"Just like me. When I'm happy, I can also dance a Latin dance in the dance studio. When I'm sad, I can also wipe away my sweat and give more things. Isn't that making dance more valuable?"
"Primitive things must be good? Current development must be meaningless? "Gao Song questioned back.
"Modern things aren't necessarily wrong. Primitive things aren't necessarily good." Wuhai said, "But your ability to change concepts is really comparable to your appearance. It doesn't matter whether it's improvement or retrogression. What's important is that I'm telling you that painting and dance are the most perfect forms of art. Also, what you said just now is wrong."
Gao Song wasn't the kind of person who would think that she was wrong just because of a few words. Therefore, she tried to argue again. However, before she could say anything, Wuhai finished the watermelon juice and left.
The most uncomfortable thing was that she wanted to say a lot of things but the person in question had left. Gao Song wasn't angry at Wuhai's complete refutation, but now she was really angry. What the hell did he mean by saying that she was wrong now?
"Boss, give me a refill." Gao Song indicated that she needed to drink more watermelon juice to calm down.
On the other side, Yuan Zhou looked at Wuhai's back as he left the restaurant. How could he treat a beauty like this? He was too inconsiderate. Looking at the angry Gao Song, Yuan Zhou replied in a gentle tone, "According to the restaurant's rules, refills are not allowed."
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