Almighty painter

Chapter 465 Anna VS Cao Xuan
"Hello, hello. Miss Irina, I am a real person meeting you face to face! I have to say that every meeting brings me a completely different feeling. Just like Mozart's music at this moment."

Lao Yang rushed over and tried to tighten his belly.

His waxed hair stood aloof and stubbornly in the Salzburg night wind, and even his windproof jacket was specially replaced with a waxed hard leather jacket in the style of a very tough guy, the Razor Party.

of course.

The one with a tough guy look is the hunting jacket, definitely not Lao Yang.

But Anna has such magic power that makes everything around her reflect light.

Whether it is a handsome guy like a sculpture, a graceful beauty... or an assistant teacher Yang like a Chihuahua, they all consciously or unconsciously try to make themselves look taller and taller.

For this interview, Lao Yang spent several minutes posing in front of the mirror after dinner!
In case Miss Elena is tired of looking at handsome men and beautiful women, and suddenly sees a "Chihuahua-shaped" man like herself, and finds it pleasing to her eyes, she should look at him more.

Didn’t you just earn it yourself?

"People say that every time you grow up and settle down with age, you can hear better Mozart. Every time I feel that I have been lucky enough to see the most beautiful lady I have ever seen in my life. But the next time I meet, I They all found that they were still too young.”

Lao Yang smiled and said the opening remarks that he had been preparing for a long time.

"Thank you."

Anna sat back in the wheelchair and turned her head.

"Uh... uh, you're welcome, uh, no, no..."

Lao Yang stammered for a moment, and awkwardly took several consecutive photos of his glossy coat with a thick layer of wax with both hands.

He had racked his brains and made up two short jokes to praise the other party, and was planning to recite two lines of Shelley's poems.

But Lao Yang's mouth suddenly became disobedient and smacked his tongue.

What a pity.

He, the dignified Yang Dekang, was such a greasy person, but for the brief moment when Anna turned her head and looked into those maroon, water-like eyes... he actually blushed.

"You all stay outside, and Mr. Adral will take me in."

Anna ignored classmate Lao Yang who suddenly regressed from a middle-aged uncle to an innocent boy, and waved her hand, "Let's go in."
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The crystal chandelier casts light into the living room, the fireplace brings warmth, and the sound of the piano spills into the room from the gap in the window, and jingles on the peach wood floor.

"The Memory of Don Juan."

Anna did not park her wheelchair opposite the coffee table that Lao Yang had prepared for her so that she could have a face-to-face conversation with Mr. Cao.

She chose a more relaxed and homely approach.

He was supported by the housekeeper and sat on the sofa on the other side of the sofa that was at a 90-degree angle to Cao Xuan.

Butler Adlar took out a spliced ​​cane from under the wheelchair and handed it to her, then exited with the wheelchair.

Anna was the only outsider left in the room.

It was as if she was a guest who came to chat, rather than a host who came for an interview with a media assignment.

After sitting down, she tidied the hair around her ears with her fingertips.

He looked around at the furnishings in the living room.

Anna stayed above the painting on the display shelf by the fireplace for more than ten seconds, then turned sideways and looked at Cao Xuan.

The firelight from the fireplace illuminated the side of her face like translucent gel.

"what did you say?"

Lao Yang was pouring red wine into two goblets from the decanter. While he was secretly admiring the pretty girl, he was wondering why in such a large convoy, only Anna entered the house in the end.

Hear this.

He froze for a moment.

"this."

Anna tilted her head with a smile and pointed to her ears.

"Miss Elena is talking about the music on the piano outside the window, Liszt's "Memories of Don Juan."" Cao Xuan explained.

"Oh, is it actually Liszt's?"

Lao Yang showed a bumpkin-like surprise.

He also thought that this street was once the former residence of Mozart. According to the number of tourist attractions, the music played should be composed by Mozart.

"He can be considered half Mozart."

Anna saw the surprise on Lao Yang's face and relieved his embarrassment. ""Memories of Don Juan" was adapted by Liszt based on the tunes and musical elements of Mozart's old works. Is it considered a second creation and tribute?"

"I saw the information and heard that Mr. Cao Xuan has studied oriental drama very deeply. He is a senior Peking Opera 'PIAOYOU'. I should say this in Chinese. Mr. Cao, you also know about classical music. "?"

Anna's eyes fell on Cao Xuan and asked curiously.

"I don't dare to say that I know more about it. I just listen to whatever I want. At most, I can barely tell which track is which, that's all."

Cao Xuan said lightly.

"In many cases, isn't art just about doing whatever you want? However, you may not know that this piece of music outside is surprisingly suitable for the theme of our interview today."

Anna's tone was meaningful.

"The style of this piano piece is delicate and passionate. It is said that in 1833, at the salon held at Chopin's old residence in Paris, Liszt conquered the owner of the salon with this exquisite and beautiful piano piece he brought. Countess Marie d'Agoux became famous in Europe."

"That's a good sign, right?"

"Yes, yes. This music is auspicious, and our interview program today will definitely attract widespread attention. You must add this story to the main part of the interview."

Lao Yang placed two red wine glasses on the coffee table, and finally couldn't help but asked about the confusion in his heart.

"Then... when will we start officially recording the program? It's getting late."

“Literally, the interview started the moment I walked in the door.”

Anna raised the phone on the table to indicate that the voice memo was working. “Chat, that’s how we work today at Oil Painting.”

Lao Yang opened his mouth in surprise, then closed it firmly.

If only I knew the interview had started.

He stopped answering random questions there.

Those who can interview Cao Xuan himself are all large and influential media.

Lao Yang has never seen such a "sloppy" interview process.

"Mr. Cao Xuan. I'm sorry for setting the interview time so late. The interview with Gagosian was late in the afternoon, so I rushed over overnight. I hope you don't think that in the heart of "Oil Painting", you are not as important as Gagosian. You are an artist, and I I think the night is a time when artists are more inspired and willing to express their true feelings, right? We can have a good chat.”

"An impressive opening. I have been through countless interviews, but this is the first time I have done so."

Cao Xuan raised his wine glass and looked at Anna with interest.

"Then I hope we have a pleasant chat and become good friends, so that Miss Elena can be merciful, say a few nice words for me, and make me sound presentable, okay?"

“I’ve read some of your previous art reviews, and to be honest, they’re so sharp and merciless that they make me break out in a cold sweat.”

The old man made a joke. It's not even a joke.

Anna was polite, but she was never a gentle Barbie girl.

She possesses the contradictory qualities of a beautiful lady with a graceful appearance and a sharp-tongued and even "mean" art critic.

In life, staying polite is her upbringing.

But as early as when she just joined "Oil Painting", even when she was just a copy editor, her review articles were always quite ruthless.

It can be seen from the Hyperion video where she sprayed the illustrator Van Dorn bloody.

Cao Xuan said that she can make the critics break out in cold sweat, which is not a lie.

This style is also a double-edged sword.

Many artists don't like to be interviewed by hosts with such a style, or even refuse the interview altogether.

Inside the magazine, people belonging to Chairman Brown's faction were all waiting for a good show.

Look at her continuing to offend people.

"I have to take this as a compliment. Good-natured media people are not real media people, and since Painting is an art review magazine, it's part of my job to offend people."

Anna calmly picked up the red wine glass.

But he didn't clink glasses with Cao Xuan.

"Master Cao, for example, in my opinion, your toast was not good. I respect your artistic achievements. But if it is just because we are sitting together for a drink, then any image of you in the interview To modify it would be a disgrace to me and to you."

"Also. Mr. Cao, I don't know what the standard of sounding 'decent' is in your context. So I can't guarantee whether you will sound decent in the final podcast."

Anna's tone paused, "What I can guarantee is that if you want to hear the entire program praising your great achievements, your romance, your wealth, your kindness and loveliness. Then I guarantee - this is not it. Such a program.”

"These things that every art student talks about every day, this kind of Hollywood star story. It's not what Oil Painting magazine wants to bring to everyone, at least, it's not what I want to bring to everyone. If This is what you expected the interview to be like, so it can end now.”

Cao Xuan pondered for a few seconds.

He studied the young woman sitting next to him.

Any painter, when seeing Miss Elena, will feel that the abstract concept of "beauty" is flowing vividly in her body.

Even a centenarian like Cao Xuan couldn't help but stop and look away for a long time when he saw the other person for the first time.

But today.

This Miss Irina showed another side of her career that she had never seen before.

For the first time, Cao Xuan was so serious, looking at the other person inch by inch from head to toe. It was a gaze that seemed to penetrate the oppression in his heart.

From small to large.

His disciples would always flinch in front of such gazes. Even Lin Tao, the oldest, would feel uncomfortable being stared at and lower his head "shyly" like a little girl who made a mistake.

But Anna didn't even blink her eyelashes.

He also looked back at Cao Xuan with calm eyes and let the other party look at him openly.

half an hour.

Cao Xuan did not agree or refuse, he just asked a question.

"So Miss Elena, what exactly do you want to hear?"

“It’s not so much what specific content I want to hear, but what emotion I want to hear. You are one of the most accomplished artists of the past century, and you should understand what I’m talking about. I want to hear you My desire, your jealousy, your admiration, your sadness, I want to hear the tears you shed when you are searching for your dreams, the dejection of not getting what you want in life, and how even if you stand at the highest point of the mountain, it still feels like you are in the sky. A dream as elusive as the stars.”

"Isn't the life of an art practitioner woven by these emotions? Mr. Cao Xuan, do I want to be here to hear how successful your life is?"

"No, that's too much."

Anna said calmly, "What I need is something different, something that can move me and the audience more. No offense, I don't want to interrogate you, but I want to hear you take the initiative to tell me these stories." That’s the story in your heart, and it’s the best story.”

Too bold.

So domineering.

It's too fierce.

Lao Yang had never seen anyone dare to speak to Cao Xuan with such an attitude.

That's Mr. Cao Xuan!

He heard his heart pounding and pounding.

Anna did not demand answers like a warden interrogating prisoners...she ordered answers like Her Majesty the Queen.

The strong style of Miss Elena fills this large reception room.

An awe-inspiring aura rushed to his face.

Lao Yang felt that if he had been next to him, he would have knelt down.

Under such an aura, if you dare to shake your head, Her Majesty the Queen will step on your face and rub her... Well, thinking about it, Lao Yang was even a little moved.

But Cao Xuan is not Lao Yang.

Cao Xuan just looked at Anna quietly with his bright, childlike eyes that were almost like rejuvenation.

A little probing.

A little curious.

It’s also a bit tongue-in-cheek.

"It does sound like a classic show." The old man nodded, "Miss Elena——"

"Anna. Mr. Cao Xuan, you don't have to call me Miss Elena, just call me Anna."

"Well Anna, I just have a little question. Why should I tell you these things? Oil Painting magazine didn't even pay a penny for notification fees. Do you want to write a check to me? Friendly reminder, Although you are quite rich, it may not be a small sum to impress me."

Cao Xuan seems to be interested in taking Anna's exam.

yes?

These things are very touching, but why should he tell them to the other party?

If Cao Xuan wants to be interviewed, even some heavyweight media can get announcement fees starting from tens of thousands of euros. Whether he is willing to agree or not depends on Cao Xuan's mood.

But "Oil Painting" is No. 1 in the art industry.

As a rule it does not give any interviewee a single euro cent.

Whether you are Picasso, Andy Warhol, or Cao Xuan.

For most practitioners, being interviewed by "Oil Painting" is a great honor.

But Cao Xuan himself didn't seem to think so.

(End of this chapter)