"There is no art in the West. The best art is in the East. I don't understand why they want to pursue art in the West."
The room surrounded by white plaster walls is filled with European complexity. The three-dimensional sculptures, even the ceiling, are also made of white plaster with Baroque lines.
A little old man in his seventies, with a somewhat bald head and messy hair all around, bright eyes, wearing only a pair of large pants, holding a huge The oil paint pen is smearing in front of a drawing board that is more than one meter wide and nearly two meters high.
On the small table nearby, there is a breakfast sandwich made by Jacqueline, with fried eggs in the middle. However, this little old man, a great painter, did not even have breakfast in order to paint. He had no time to eat, but complained rather irritably to his wife who came in.
There are scattered painting drafts on the ground, and even in the corners there are various plaster sculptures, all of which are full of very weird, crazy styles and very abstract.
Even the paintings on the drawing board in front of him are still like this. Ordinary people will feel that they are foggy at a glance.
"Then just eat your breakfast and I'll let them go back."
Jacqueline didn't take it seriously and put down the red book that Li Feng gave her. At the edge of breakfast, she picked up the plate and pulled the paintbrush out of the little old man's hand. Only she dared to do this here.
"What is that?"
The little old man is indeed not angry. The sandwich is a loving breakfast made by his beloved wife. He just thought of a new color and forgot about it for a while. He glanced at the red notebook on the table and asked his wife casually.
Looking at her husband eating breakfast, Jacqueline put the paintbrush in the color palette, and deliberately dipped a little white paint into it. Benben shrugged his shoulders and said without even looking.
"I'm afraid only God knows that one of them will definitely ask me to bring this to you. Oh my god, I don't even recognize the words in it."
The wife is like this As soon as he mentioned it, Picasso was obviously interested. He had previously obtained a picture album that also came from the East. The protagonist of the picture album, Mr. Qi, had always regarded the flowers, birds, insects, and fish in it as masterpieces.
He has looked down upon what kind of gifts he has not received over the years, but this little book that is obviously different has obviously aroused his curiosity.
"Okay, you can eat here, I'll drive them away"
Watching her husband devouring a sandwich, Jacqueline clapped her hands with satisfaction. , turned around and walked towards the door.
"Wait, dear Jacqueline, please give me a little time to think, yes, just a little time"
Seeing the red booklet, Pica Suo looked like Thinking of something, he seemed a little nervous for a moment. After pulling a towel to wipe his hands clean, he putThe pamphlet was turned over.
He didn't recognize the five large gilded characters on the front.
But the gilded portrait on the side above the large characters made his pupils suddenly shrink.
As a celebrity in the art world, he had all kinds of paintings at his fingertips. He searched frantically in his mind for who the gilded portrait on the cover was.
Suddenly, he brought the red booklet to his eyes, squinted his right eye slightly, looked at it more carefully, and said in a somewhat uncertain tone.
"Could it be him?"
Muttering something uncertain in his mouth, Picasuo rubbed the cover carefully, then opened it and studied it carefully. This booklet was very new, and the original owner had not looked through it very much. The square characters in it made Picaso couldn't help but think of a scene more than ten years ago.
"Dear"
Jacqueline, who was just about to open the door to drive people away, looked a little confused. Her husband's words did not seem to be in a hurry to drive away these people outside. He walked slowly forward and put his hands on his shoulders.
"Oh, Jacqueline, wait a moment"
The barefooted Picasuo, the more she looked at the words on the cover, the more familiar she became, and she hurried over. In his bedroom, he took out Mr. Dongfang Qi's picture album, turned to the side with a picture of a goshawk, and found three words underneath that were exactly the same as the cover of the red book.
"Oh, my God"
For a moment, this little old man with a weird temper and capriciousness seemed to have found something extraordinary. The gift was like a child getting candy. He held the red book with his hands on his chest and jumped up with joy.
"Picaso, my god, you have to at least put on your shoes"
Looking at her husband's feet just stepping on the oil paint that fell to the ground, Jacqueline took a photo He slapped his forehead and quickly found the shoes behind the oil painting shelf. Before going out, Pica Suo quickly grabbed the white shirt behind the door.
Outside the door.
At this time, two of the trio were looking at Li Feng. As for Li Feng himself, he had his hands in his pockets and looked at the calm Mediterranean Sea in the distance. On the opposite side, it should be the home of the black uncles.
I can’t blame Gaul for being full of gangsters in the back, and illegal immigrants can be smuggled in endlessly on any fishing boat.
"Although courtesy is light and affection is high, are you sure you will meet us?"
After waiting for a long time, the bald head finally couldn't bear the looks of the town residents looking at him. It seemed that the surrounding residents knew who lived in this courtyard, and they were quite curious when they saw several people blocking the door.
The main thing is that they are yellow-skinned people. Not only are they rare in the south, at least, the locals have really seen few of them. People who jog in the morning will always cast such a glance.
"If we can't even exchange friendship for each other to meet each other, then it doesn't mean much if we can't get in."
Li FengStill waiting patiently, he put one hand on the wall with a very relaxed expression. Although he was answering the bald head's words, he raised his chin towards Lao Ge.
Lao Ge understood what Li Feng meant and nodded in approval. If that was the case, it would be better if he didn’t go in. He should hurry back home, finish the matter in Chinatown, and wait for the official diplomats to enter. , they withdraw.
Hearing what the two said, Baldhead finally suppressed his heart and continued to wait.
"Creak, instigate"
After a while, he heard the sound of the door opening and the friction of branches. Li Feng raised his eyebrows at Lao Ge, and the three of them stood on the iron railing again. In front of the fence.
"Oh, oh, the sun in the east has risen, guests from afar, welcome you"
"Heo, Mr. Picasso, nice to see you"< /p>
Li Feng suppressed the excitement in his heart. After all, the works of this little old man were legendary figures that he had read in textbooks.
The two parties hugged each other warmly, and then were invited in. The luxurious interior of the mansion completely blinded the two bumpkins.
"We still remember our friendship with you. After receiving the news from our hometown, we rushed here non-stop to bring you cordial greetings on behalf of our hometown people."
Put down the Coffee cup, Li Feng did not look at the furnishings in the room, but sat down solemnly, and explained the purpose of his group's coming from afar through Guangtong's translator with a smile on his face.
Hearing the words translated by the bald man, the little old man’s eyes became brighter and brighter. He recalled his relationship with Dongfang eighteen years ago. He was quite overjoyed that people have not forgotten him yet.
"Thank you, thank you very much. I almost thought you were tourists. After all, there are too many people every year, which sometimes affects my artistic creation."
"Haha, I hope our Your arrival has not affected you at all.”
After saying some words of understanding, the gap between the two parties gradually disappeared, and the conversation became more and more natural, especially after seeing Li Feng’s stall ID, Mr. Picasso He also took out his long-cherished certificate from the bedroom.
Although the fonts of the two stall clerk certificates are different, the hammer and sickle are printed on the covers. Although they are in the eastern and western hemispheres, the common belief and goal brings these people together.
"You, you have done better. You are really fighting for the people. He is really amazing."
Although the old man is older, he can see that his thinking He is very clear and in good health. It seems that he has exercised his body after years of painting, and Li Feng feels almost like an old man in his forties or fifties.
After all, I can still paint at this age. Without the general physical strength and energy, I might not be able to persevere.
After some negotiation, I personally took three visitors from the East to the place where I specialize in painting. Like a child showing off his treasure, I took the three people to visit his home. gallery.
“A small goal, two small goals, two small goals."
Li Feng does not have the ability to appreciate art, but he can count money. Looking at the paintings that have been collected by various collectors at a cost of hundreds of millions of dollars, Li Feng himself is He could notice how stiff his appreciative smile must be.
At this moment, he had to remind himself that he was a representative of his hometown and could not drool.
If only he could suck it. Tucked into the space and slipping away
“However, compared with your art, these works can only be left here to mold. The most beautiful art is still in your east”
"Mr. Qi's ink paintings, the fish in them are not colored, but let people see rivers and swimming fish. I was very shocked at first"
"These are my imitations"
At the end of the gallery, the weird oil paintings have been replaced by ink paintings of his hometown. Bald Lao Ge may not be able to understand the oil paintings in front of him, but when it comes to the ink paintings, the aesthetics of his hometown emerge spontaneously.
"This shrimp, Mr. Qi"
Pointing to the elegant shrimp whiskers, the bald man finally knew who Mr. Qi was. As a result, Lao Ge tugged on his clothes and signaled Tell him to shut up, he already knows who it is.
"Wai Ruigude"
After looking at the painting he copied, I have to say that there is something interesting. It seems that this little old man admires Teacher Qi from his hometown. Otherwise, it is really amazing for a Waiguo person to learn this on his own without anyone to teach him.
You know, ink painting, The most important thing is to understand that the artistic conception is completely different from Western oil paintings and artistic expressions.
Hearing Li Feng's praise, the little old man laughed very happily, especially the other two who were dumbfounded. The look made him even more excited.
“Well, my sister likes to draw very much. Can I take one with me? You can draw like this by yourself. I believe you can supervise her. Just like our G career, hard work will eventually lead to success."
"Shameless, shameless"
The bald head cursed Li Feng secretly and translated his words with a smile. When he came out, he had heard Xu Le talk about how Li Feng's sister obviously liked dancing, but when did she switch to painting?
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