domesticated vicious dog

Chapter 21 Pink Water Lilies

After coming out, Jiang Zhou secretly blamed himself for not thinking well.

When asked about Gu Mo, he said that Dr. Hou Hao, who operated on him before, left the country a week ago.

When the matter reached the point of hesitation, Jiang Zhou took people to dinner first, but after the meal, Gu Mo suddenly said that his right leg hurts badly.

It was early morning at Hou Hao's side. Just as Jiang Zhou was looking at his phone, hesitating whether to make a call, he suddenly heard heavy breathing around him.

He turned around and saw Gu Mo sitting in a wheelchair with his face covered in sweat, his cheeks were terribly red, like flowers just picked up from the torrential rain, his mouth was open, he was panting heavily, and his clothes were gray and thin. The lower chest was blown up and down like a broken blower, making a hoarse and unpleasant sound.

"What's the matter with you?" Jiang Zhou bent down instantly, holding onto the handle of the wheelchair.

Suddenly, he felt something hit the back of his foot, and when he looked down, he saw half a piece of bright yellow citrus.

After realizing something, Jiang Zhou's expression turned very ugly, and he immediately called for the nurse.

The situation took a turn for the worse, seeing Gu Mo being pushed in to put on a ventilator, and after the door of the emergency room was closed, Jiang Zhou couldn't care about anything else, and immediately dialed Hou Hao's number that had been saved in his cell phone.

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The next morning.

Su Deng carried a small yellow leather bag on his back, and as soon as he left the dormitory building, he received a call from Jiang Zhou.

"Dengdeng, I'm sorry, I have something to do here suddenly, I'm afraid I can't accompany you to the art exhibition..."

"What's the matter?" Su Deng paused, listening to the tired voice on the phone, he couldn't help worrying.

"……Feel sorry."

"What's the matter, can't you tell me?"

"Mr. Jiang, this way..."

Hearing the nurse's shout, Jiang Zhou sped up his speech, "Deng Deng, the painting will open until four o'clock in the afternoon. I might be able to arrive in the afternoon. If I can, I will send you a message in the car and tell you when the time comes. good?"

A clear female voice came into my ears. Although Su Deng believed in Jiang Zhou's feelings for him, there was still deep dissatisfaction in his heart at this moment.

She said coldly: "This is the second time, Jiang Zhou, when did you become so talkative?"

"Deng Deng, I'm really sorry. Well, okay, I see..."

The next few sentences were obviously addressed to others, Su Deng was so angry that he hung up the phone directly.

Fortunately, visiting the art exhibition was quite comfortable. Whether it was the furnishings or the viewing and shooting of the paintings, they were more stylish than she had imagined.

In the clean exhibition hall, the style is the simple gray tone she prefers. Various paintings, sculptures and other exhibits are colorfully embedded in it. If you look up at will, you can see the English introduction in italics everywhere.

There were a lot of people coming to see the art exhibition, but it was not crowded or noisy, and the conversations were low-pitched.

Su Deng was in it, and the bright white light shot down from the top of her head, giving the classical frame of the oil painting in front of her a holy flavor.

Stopping and watching, her eyes were attracted by the thick and deep colors in the painting, which seemed to be laid out randomly, but the clear texture also showed the sense of depth in the space.

Looking at it from a distance, the sublime rendering of the details seems to be able to absorb her whole body when viewed up close.

Su Deng couldn't help but took a step back, but suddenly bumped into something warm.

She turned around, just about to say sorry, but met a pair of familiar eyes.

"It's you?" Su Deng asked in surprise.

The man also clearly recognized her. Surprised, the corner of his mouth raised a warm smile, "What a coincidence."

He put down the camera and reached out to her, "Hello, my name is Song Changjin."

Su Deng chewed for a while, and he added: "The long street is long, and the brocade clothes are brocade."

"Su Deng, the lamp of the lamp." She stretched out her hand to hold his palm.

"Do you like Moxi too? It seemed that you stood in front of this pair of "Pink Water Lilies" for a long time just now." Song Changjin asked.

Su Deng nodded, looking at the painting in front of him in a daze.

Moxi was a talented painter in the 19th century. The main exhibits in this exhibition are more than [-] oil paintings of him.

She has loved his painting style since she was a child. The man who painted the ever-changing light and shadow with exquisite brushstrokes and strong colors was once regarded by her as the peak she wanted to climb in her life.

And it was her mother Lu Manman who led her on this mountain-climbing road, a woman who became famous at a young age because she was good at painting Jasmine.

Su Deng obviously inherited her painting talent, and she also decorated her dream wings with her own hands.

Things can happen suddenly, but before Su Deng mustered up the courage to cross the cliff and really soar above the nine heavens, Lu Manman tore off her wings with his own hands.

With a wandering gaze, she looked at her slender right hand, which had already lost its soul, and a gray shadow gradually cast in her eyes.

"It seems that our preferences are also very consistent." Song Changjin said.

Su Deng came back to his senses, looked at the man beside him, "What should I say?"

"Many people think that Moxi's "Sunset" is the most representative work of his school in terms of artistry and appreciation. I don't deny that "Sunset" is indeed of great value, but I think , the "Pink Water Lilies" in front of him is the pinnacle work that truly expresses his technique."

Su Deng nodded subconsciously, and then asked the reason.

"Look." Song Changjin raised his hand, and his slender joints framed an area in the air.

"In this place, the roots of the water lilies, each color is very soft when taken out alone, but they are strong as a whole, without clear shadows and outlines, but they show a strong sense of depth when they are kneaded together. "

Su Deng couldn't help being startled, she raised her head slightly, and looked at the focused man in front of her.

"This reminds me of a sentence. It comes from a science fiction book I have read recently-there is no bottom to every inch."

"You speak really well." Su Deng said.

Song Changjin scratched the back of his head, his broad and calm eyes sparkled, "This is my own little opinion, it's not worth mentioning, but thank you for your affirmation."

It is a very pleasant thing to go to the art exhibition with Song Changjin who understands painting and like-minded people.

They would exchange ideas from time to time, but most of the time he was the one talking and Su Deng was listening.

Song Changjin can always express the feeling in her heart in a concrete way, but it is not an exact replica, but she often takes a slanted sword and puts forward points that she has never thought of, giving her a novel feeling like entering a paradise.

"Speaking of this, I'm a little ashamed. In fact, I came into contact with painting relatively late. If I was enlightened, it was probably when I was seven or eight years old. On a website that seems to be called Sunflower..."

"You actually know Sunflower?!" Su Deng exclaimed.

Song Changjin seemed to be amused by her reaction, "I saw it on an elder's computer. This website is quite small, but it does contain many exquisite and valuable works."

　Because I want to widen the gap with the real world, I used the name of the painter Monet and some settings, which are marked here.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)