Wu Hai, who was constantly being talked about in Yuan Zhou's restaurant, was currently being surrounded by a group of little radishes who were chattering incessantly.
"Uncle Mustache, are you good at drawing?"
"Uncle Mustache, look here. Look here."
"My mom has prepared lunch today. She wants to treat you to Box Pancakes. My mom makes delicious Box Pancakes."
Wuhai was surrounded by several four or five-year-old children. From the way they talked, it could be seen that these children were close to Wuhai. One of the children even plucked up the courage to pull Wuhai's mustache.
Ever since the strange girl told him that his mustache gave him a sense of security, Wuhai had been very concerned about his mustache. Later on, the girl didn't come to the Yuanzhou shop for some reason.
Zheng Jiawei had asked around. It was said that she had moved, or something else. There were many customers in the Yuanzhou shop. For various reasons, they would only meet each other once.
Wuhai also felt it was strange. He never cared about his appearance. Why would he care so much about a stranger's comment?
"Okay, go play somewhere else. I'm going to draw." Wuhai chased the children away in disdain.
The children in the mountains were very wild. This could be seen from the mud on their clothes. Hearing that, the children ran to the side and began to draw. The brushes and paper they used were all given by Wuhai.
To be precise, Wuhai asked Zheng Jiawei to run a few kilometers and then take a bus to the town to buy them.
For some unknown reason, maybe it was the genes of ancient times. When children were young, they seemed to like to draw. Therefore, this group of naughty children played very happily.
Wuhai saw a photo of a small village in Qian Province in a photographer's photo. It was very beautiful. Wuhai had a strong desire to draw.
Therefore, he asked Zheng Jiawei to make the itinerary. He had planned to stay for a week. After all, it was really painful to leave the Yuanzhou shop.
However, one week had passed, and then another. Wuhai was still in the small village. The reason was very complicated …
"Wuhai, I bought what you wanted to eat." Zheng Jiawei came with a bag covered in dust.
"Why so slow?" Wuhai said with disdain. He took the bag. Inside was half a bag of beef jerky and preserved fruits. In the small village, Wuhai lived on these two things.
"The 1 o 'clock minibus is a little late," explained Zheng Jiawei. Then he asked, "Did you get some inspiration again?"
"Perhaps, who knows. We will only know after we start painting." Wu Hai asked Zheng Jiawei to step aside. After all, he didn't like to be disturbed when he was painting.
After two weeks, Wuhai had drawn five paintings. After all, he didn't like others to disturb him when he was drawing.
Zheng Jiawei was teaching the mountain village children how to draw.
As Wuhai's agent, Zheng Jiawei knew a little. After all, he was influenced by what he saw and heard. In addition, Zheng Jiawei was a professional when it came to appreciating art. It should be known that every painting of Wuhai was priced according to the market price.
Both Jiang Changxi and Ling Hong agreed that Zheng Jiawei was an excellent agent.
Zheng Jiawei's eyes stayed on the painting that Wuhai was drawing and muttered in a very low voice, "Wuhai has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. He asked me to buy the painting tools because he wanted the mountain village children to learn how to draw. But he insisted that it was to let the naughty children play by themselves and not to disturb them."
The small village was really beautiful. In Wuhai's painting, the trees were green, the mountains were clear, and the water was clear. In the distance, there were people herding sheep on the hills.
There must be cultivated land in the mountains. The geographical location of this small village was not bad. The land was very fertile and formed a small scale of terraced fields. The small ones were like the curve of a conch, and the big ones were like the eaves of a loft. There were layers of terraced fields, high and low.
At this time, there were old men farming in the fields. This small village used to be a big village, but because of the undeveloped transportation, the strong laborers had to go out to work. Most of the children in the village were left behind.
So to see the beautiful terraced fields, one only needed to look at the top half of the mountain. The bottom half was already barren.
Wuhai looked at the scenery and was very emotional. He maintained a posture and began painting for three hours.
At this time, the children next to him had already gone home to play after eating. And Zheng Jiawei also went to the family that invited Wuhai for dinner. He explained the situation seriously and brought a few box pancakes.
Wuhai was so tired that he collapsed to the side. The painting was completed in one go.
Zheng Jiawei walked over. He was going to pass some warm water to Wuhai, but when his eyes met the painting that he had just created, he was stunned.
So beautiful.
This was the first impression that Zheng Jiawei had when he saw Wu Hai's painting. It was an excerpt of the small terraced fields, the blue sky, the beautiful scenery, the straight lines, the curved lines, and the green waves that appeared when the wind blew over the grass.
When he looked at it carefully, it was even more beautiful. It wasn't the beauty of the scenery, but the beauty of the old men working in the fields. The light colors and simple clothes. In the fields, the mountain spring water was drawn from the mountain. One could almost hear the sound of the spring water.
The beauty of hard work.
Zheng Jiawei had been Wuhai's agent for a period of time. During this period, he had participated in many art exhibitions and even seen many legendary famous paintings. But it was rare to see a painting as beautiful as this one.
"What's the name of this painting?" Zheng Jiawei even forgot to pass the water to Wu Hai and directly asked for the name.
"This is life." Wuhai leaned against the tree root and answered weakly.
This was life. It was a strange name. Could it be that living in such a beautiful environment was the best choice?
According to Zheng Jiawei's understanding of Wuhai, it was absolutely impossible. Compared to beautiful scenery, Wuhai preferred delicious food. Unless he could kidnap Yuan Zhou, there should be a deeper meaning to the name.
Zheng Jiawei looked at the painting carefully. Suddenly, he realized something. His body felt like it was being electrocuted.
"It's not hard work. It's hard work." Zheng Jiawei said.
In most paintings, the farmer under the beautiful scenery was always hard work. Although there was only a difference of one word between hard work and hard work, the meaning it represented was completely different.
If one looked carefully, the farmer in Wuhai's painting was really hard work. Wuhai had handled the details very well. His hair was messy like withered grass. His expression was gloomy as if he was carrying a thousand mountains on his back. His clothes were simple and monochrome, which meant that they were cheap and old. If one only looked at the old man himself, one would definitely think of the saying, "Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard work."
The old farmer worked hard in a beautiful environment. This completely opposite artistic conception was perfectly combined by Wuhai. It could even be said that if one did not look carefully, one would not be able to see it.
What was life? No matter how beautiful the scenery was, it could not be used to eat. This was life. Beautiful scenery was only for tourists. For people in the small mountain village, it was not as good as a season's harvest.
"The hymn of nature, the requiem of the mountain village people." Zheng Jiawei sighed and then commented, "This is Life. This is the best painting you have done since you came to the small mountain village."
"Oh, no … To be precise, it is one of the best paintings you have done in the more than 20 years you have been painting." From a professional point of view, Zheng Jiawei believed the price of this painting should not be lower than People Passing by a Small Restaurant. It should be noted that a rich man had offered a record price for People Passing by a Small Restaurant in the modern domestic painting circle.
However, People Passing by a Small Restaurant was placed in the Yuanzhou shop.
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