monument

Chapter 85 Drawing ([-])

The method of rubbing is generally used by archaeologists to rub the text on murals or steles.

According to Zhang Qiang, the picture was painted using rubbing method, which is indeed quite curious.

"Do you know where the address of this place is?" I asked.

"Of course, there is nothing I don't know." Zhang Qiang nodded.

"Are you going?" Yan Shuyuan asked.

"Take me one!" Zhang Wanmo jumped up, "I also want to work part-time!"

"I'm not going to work part-time."

"It's not a part-time job, so what are you going to do?"

"Go buy a painting."

"Buying paintings?"

Zhang Qiang sent me the address.

Because of curiosity, Shen Siyu and the others also went with us.

The studio was not far from our apartment, only a few minutes away, and when we arrived, the studio was already full.

It turned out that this is not just a studio, but also a small art exhibition.

This two-bedroom, one-living art exhibition, from the moment you enter the door, there are various paintings on the walls, most of which are oil paints and ink paintings. There are also some sculptures in the middle of the living room, but they are slightly rough, and they are nothing compared to portraits. Farbi, and some of them are all mutilated.

However, the sculptures are all in the shape of human beings, and the incomplete ones are basically piled up with broken arms and legs. There are still many people taking pictures, and they say they have very good artistic characteristics.

Anyway, I didn't see the artistry at all.

Among the two rooms, one is full of paintings, with fish, tree trunks, dead birds, cats and dogs, all kinds of paintings, all of which have one characteristic, that is, the dead objects are lifelike.

The door of the other room was half open, allowing only one person to pass through, and the word "studio" was written on the door.

There was no one inside, so I asked the staff that I could go in and visit.

I was the first to go in. There are floor-to-ceiling windows inside, and there are no curtains. The surrounding walls are all black, and even the floor has been painted black. Only in the middle of the room is a half-open eye drawn. Red, this is the only color in the room.

Above the eyes was an easel and a stool, and next to the stool was a bucket of paintbrushes still soaking in water.

"What, there's nothing here." Zhang Wanmo took a look and backed out.

"Do you know art or not! This painting is so emotional!" It caused the uncle next to him to roll his eyes.

The uncle just stood at the half-open door and took a picture of the whole interior of the studio. I glanced at his mobile phone interface, and it really had a picture-in-picture artistic conception, but it looked very depressing.

A few of us walked around, but we didn't see the recruitment information, so we asked the staff.

But he was politely reminded by the staff that they were already fully recruited.

Helpless, we had no choice but to leave.

But we haven't seen the legendary Rentuo portrait, maybe the author hasn't finished the painting yet.

On the first day of school, we went to class as usual, and Shen Siyu told us interesting things about the summer vacation on the way.

This inadvertent bump into a classmate was originally a small matter, but unexpectedly, that classmate was hit by Shen Siyu and rolled on the ground a few times, which shocked us all.

"When did I get so strong?" Shen Siyu didn't know.

The classmate who was hit didn't look like that kind of very thin body. He stood up and patted the dust on his clothes, took a look at us and left.

He didn't care about Shen Siyu's apology at all.

"Isn't this the girl who was chosen to be a model?" came the girls' gossip from behind.

"I know her. She is Liu Nian from class one and three. It is said that she is a poor student. It is normal to have a part-time job, but how did she get selected by the studio over there?"

"Who knows, maybe I went early."

Poor students, when I heard these three words, I subconsciously set my sights on the girl's feet.

We have to wear school uniforms three days before the start of school, and Liu Nian's school uniforms are old and fat, they look like second-hand goods picked up from a garbage dump, and the shoes are also a pair of white shoes that have been washed until they turn yellow. shoe.

"I heard that she is still the first in age to receive scholarships all year round!"

This is very powerful, and he is still the first in the grade.

Maybe it was because I didn't see the portrait of the person I wanted to see in the morning, or maybe it was the first-grade model I met. After school, I told Yan Shuyuan and the others that I wanted to go to the studio again.

Yan Shuyuan didn't object, but Zhang Wanmo didn't want to go.

"What's there to see, isn't it just painting?" He disagreed.

"If you don't go, go back with Shen Siyu and the others first, and wait for us to come back for dinner."

"Okay." Zhang Wanmo shrugged, "I respect Young Master Yan's decree."

After a few words of teasing, I left, leaving me and Yan Shuyuan alone.

"Actually, you don't have to go with me."

"It's all right."

I know he is worried about me.

Autumn has begun, and the weather is getting cooler at five or six in the afternoon.

"Ah!"

"Be careful of catching a cold." Yan Shuyuan asked the driver to roll up all the windows on my side.

In fact, I really enjoy the feeling of the wind blowing on my face, which hurts a little.

When we arrived at the studio, there were not as many people as in the morning, only one or two here and there.

At the entrance, the staff reminded us that it will close at seven in the evening, that is to say, there is still an hour.

This time, I ran directly to the studio.

Different from the morning, there are new changes in the studio.

The stool and pen container were gone, and there was an extra painting on the easel.

A painting by a two-year-old child.

The two-year-old child was naked with his eyes closed, lying sideways on the portrait, and he could see even the eyelashes clearly.

"What's wrong?" Maybe I stood there for too long, Yan Shuyuan asked aloud, "Do you like it?"

like?I don't know how to explain to Yan Shuyuan, "Do you know rubbings?"

"I know, you mean, this is a rubbing?"

"I don't know." I don't know whether this was drawn by the author or carved out of the human body, because I don't want to think about the worst ending.

Yan Shuyuan called the staff over, but the staff were only in charge of managing these portraits, they had never even seen the face of the author, so how could they know whether these paintings were painted or what.

"Buy it."

"it is good."

The portrait was held in my hand.

On the way home, I was silent all the time.

Yan Shuyuan took care of me carefully.

"You really bought a painting?" Zhang Wanmo was also very surprised when he looked at the painting in my hand.

"Zhang Wanmo, can you know whether the person in this painting is dead or alive just by this painting?"

"Xiaoxing, aren't you testing me?" Zhang Wanmo thought I was joking with him, but seeing that I kept a straight face, I finally realized the seriousness of the matter, "And such a simple matter, why don't you Looking for Young Master Yan?"

(End of this chapter)