The Pentium Era - South to North

Zhang Chen wanted to invite Harada Shino to dinner. Harada Shino said that some Japanese friends in Hangzhou held a party in the evening as a farewell party.

Liu Ligan said, then tomorrow, tomorrow night, we must also have a farewell banquet.

Harada Shino said, okay, then go to Tuxiangen. After returning to Japan, I don’t know when I can eat Tuxiangen’s food again.

Zhang Chen agreed, tomorrow night, we will go to Tuxiangyuan, and you can eat everything you want.

Harada Shino smiled and stood up to say goodbye.

After Harada Shino left, Zhang Chen immediately called Zhao Xin and Xiaoshu and asked them to come over and see Ikuo Hirayama's original work. Yao Fen came with Xiaoshu, and the three of them were amazed when they saw this painting.

Zhang Chen asked how was Xiaoshu?

Xiaoshu said, too damn sensitive.

Zhang Chen nodded. He knew what Xiaoshu was talking about was color.

In the final analysis, painting is still an art of lines and colors. Before the invention of the camera, “shape” was still the focus of attention of painters.

Classical painters such as Ingres, Rembrandt, Rubens, and Velasquez are actually responsible for the role of photographers. The orders they accept require them to use their brushes to record portraits. The more realistic the portraits, the better. Well, "shape" fills the entire picture. When it comes to the Impressionist painters Monet and Van Gogh, the "shape" begins to deform.

By the time of the Expressionist and Cubist painters Munch and Picasso, "shape" began to be deconstructed, and colors and lines began to stand out. By the time Futurist painters such as Miro and Paul Klee appeared, "shape" had become symbols and symbols. Blocks of color are no longer concrete shapes. By Mondrian, shapes completely disappeared, and the picture turned into blocks of color with geometric patterns.

After Warhol, artists began to go further, and many even left the easel and played with installation and performance art.

Zhang Chen has always believed that those who do installation and performance art can of course be called artists, but those who do installations are closer to sculptors, and those who do performance art are closer to performing artists and can no longer be called painters.

Painters still have to stick to their brushes and easels.

Throughout the history of the easel, no matter how it changes, what has never disappeared are lines and colors. When it came to Chu Teh-Chun and Zao Wou-ki, they borrowed the freehand brushwork and splash-ink techniques of Chinese painting to splash colors, and even the lines began to disappear. But the color is always there. After leaving the "shape" and lines, the color becomes everything on the picture.

Through their relationship with each other, they constitute the rhythm and mood of a painting. A good painter must be one who is very sensitive to color.

Zhang Chen looked at this "Sad Rose", and what interested him was how this sadness was conveyed?

Roses do not give people a feeling of sadness. What they can bring is color. It is through the arrangement of colors on the picture, the bright red rose and the brown shadow, the warm red and the cold white of the glass vase, and the green The leaves are like a musician organizing different notes together, and sadness emerges from this careful arrangement.

If you put "Sad Rose" and Xiao Shu's "Sister" together, both express the theme of sadness. Xiao Shu's "Sister" relies on the image of the sister on the screen and the back of Zhang Chen. , to express this kind of sadness, "Sad Rose" by Hirayama Ikuo is more pure, it is expressed by the ingenious and sensitive arrangement of colors.

Zhang Chen knew that when Xiaoshu said he was sensitive, he was convinced in his heart.

Zhang Chen is also convinced. Not many people are convinced by him, but he is convinced by this painting.

Zhang Chen asked Xiaoshu and Zhao Xin to take the painting to the Lakeside Oil Painting Gallery. Zhang Chen and Zhao Xin said that they should store it in the warehouse first, and then display it after I figure out how to release it.

Zhao Xin said yes.

Harada Shino stayed in Hangzhou for another four days, and it was time to go back to Japan. Zhang Chen went to the airport to see him off. When Harada Shino pushed the luggage trolley towards the security checkpoint, Zhang Chen felt that his back was a little rickety. Just like the figure of his back in Xiaoshu's "Sister", Zhang Chen couldn't help but feel sad.

He thought that this was probably a figure that smelled of failure, a figure that had been abandoned or hit hard by fate. Twelve years was enough to extinguish any enthusiasm. Twelve years would be enough to extinguish any enthusiasm. Twelve years would be enough to extinguish the dream of Hangzhou and wake up from the dream. Sometimes, I find myself facing the moon, nothing has changed at all, and nothing can be changed. This is probably the sorrow of little people.

For a moment, Zhang Chen wanted to draw this back figure. If he wanted to name it, he would name it "Sad Back Figure", or just like Zhu Ziqing, just name it "Back Figure". The tone of Zhu Ziqing's article was also the tone of sadness. .

Shino Harada passed the security check, turned around, stood on tiptoes, and stretched his body and raised arms upwards, pulling out the hem of his shirt tucked into his belt.

Harada Shino waved to Zhang Chen, and Zhang Chen waved to him, then looked at his back and disappeared.

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Zhang Chen walked to the parking lot and got into the car, but he didn't start the car immediately. He didn't know why. He felt so nervous that he wanted to find someone to talk to. He could say whatever he wanted, but he felt that he didn't have it at all. A person who is suitable to speak in this situation and who can understand himself.

At this moment, Zhang Chen really missed Xiao Zhao. If Xiao Zhao was by his side, Zhang Chen would not need to speak, he would just hold her and bury his head in her arms.

Xiao Zhao will ask softly, dear, what's wrong with you?

Zhang Chenhui said nothing and just shook his head.

Xiao Zhao would not ask any more questions. She knew that this was the time when her man was most vulnerable. She could feel it. Xiao Zhao stopped talking. She put her hands into his hair and rubbed it gently. Zhang Chen will fall asleep soon.

Zhang Chen sat blankly for a while, picked up his phone, found He Hongmei's phone number, looked at it, sighed, and put the phone down.

Since that day, He Hongmei changed her mobile phone, Zhang Chen felt that it seemed like the person had changed as well. The number of phone calls they had every day had become less, and the duration of each call had also become shorter.

When the two of them were talking on the phone, Zhang Chen could feel that He Hongmei was always a little absent-minded. Often while talking on the phone, he suddenly remembered something urgent to do, and said "Okay, bye" and left. The phone was hung up.

This is not only the case when talking on the phone, but also now on MSN. Many times, Zhang Chen stares at the computer and sees He Hongmei's profile picture showing offline, or a cup of coffee appearing, indicating that when she left, Zhang Chen I felt strongly that she was actually in front of the computer, and she had set the status.

Zhang Chen's feeling was quickly verified. Two or three times, when Zhang Chen turned on the computer, he saw that He Hongmei was clearly online. When he was about to say hello to her, He Hongmei's state immediately changed to Offline.

How could such a coincidence happen? Zhang Chen concluded that He Hongmei must have seen him online before remembering that her status had not changed.

In a hurry, I changed it.

This feeling was like two people meeting face to face and one of them turning around and running away. This made Zhang Chen feel terrible, but he couldn't say anything.

This has never happened before.

In the past, as long as two people saw each other online, they would immediately send a rose as a greeting, and then start chatting in the dialog box, from text to voice to video, until He Hongmei shouted, "Oh, Master, I can't do anything like this. I just chat with you all day long. Turn it off. Turn off MSN quickly.

She asked Zhang Chen to turn it off, but she still couldn't bear it. Seeing that Zhang Chen didn't leave immediately, she giggled and asked, "What else do you want to say?"

Zhang Chen said something, and the two of them continued talking until He Hongmei shouted again, "Turn it off, turn it off, don't be a swindler, turn off MSN quickly."

After doing this three or five times, he was willing to let Zhang Chen go.

Zhang Chen opened the MSN dialog box and stared at the empty dialog box. There was nothing on it. According to their previous habits, even if the other party was not online, as long as he was online, he would leave a rose for the other party. The two of them This habit originated from a poem they saw, which said:

"Someone sent flowers today/You will have a happy day/As if the empty vase/Has been waiting for many days..."

How much they hope each other can be happy every day, so whenever they have a chance, they will send a rose.

Even if you were here in front of me, even if it was just a coincidence that you happened to be leaving when I came, then there should be a rose in this dialog box.

Zhang Chen stared at the computer. He once again felt that He Hongmei was also looking at the computer. Zhang Chen sent out a rose. The other side was quiet. Zhang Chen waited for a while, but there was still no response. Zhang Chen turned off the computer and got up. In Xiasha Factory.

By the time Zhang Chen arrived in Xiasha, he walked around the workshop and returned to the office, more than two hours had passed. Zhang Chen turned on the computer and logged on to MSN. He Hongmei had quietly sent back a rose, but she was offline again. In the dialog box, there were only two solitary roses and nothing else.

Zhang Chen is not a fool. He knows that there is already a rift between him and He Hongmei. The two people seem to be a little blurred and can't see each other clearly. Zhang Chen wants to go to Beijing, but he is also afraid of going to Beijing. He is afraid that after this trip to Beijing OK, it will be a farewell party and it will bring an end to their relationship.

After hesitating for a long time, Zhang Chen finally decided not to go to Beijing.

In this regard, Zhang Chen has never been a decisive person. Contrary to the speed with which he draws and the brightness with which he decides on other matters, when encountering such things, Zhang Chen always appears to be sloppy, a little dull, and even idiot.

Zhang Chen felt that the current situation between him and He Hongmei seemed a bit similar to the situation between him and Jin Lili when they were in Haicheng. They knew that there was a problem, but they just didn't think of a solution. They dragged it on day by day, and finally ended up... to worsen.

Zhang Chen knew that this was not good, but he had no choice. He had such a character. Many words would just keep in his mind and would stink, and he would not say them out. On the one hand, he was afraid of breaking up, and on the other hand, he always put it off. Put on a look that is whatever you like.

After all these years, nothing seems to have changed.

Isn't it said that the situation is easy to change but the nature is hard to change? Zhang Chen's nature is just like this. Outsiders think this guy is easy to get along with, but the closer he is to people, the more difficult he is.

Zhang Chen sighed, started the car and backed up. With a bang, it hit a Hongqi car that happened to be passing by in the passage behind.

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