I'm afraid I'm not interested in love

Chapter 134
When he returned to the teaching building, the crowd of spectators had finally dispersed, and Su Chengyi was able to see the entire painting.

Chu Qingmian's color combination is simply incredible.

If you mention it alone, it will make people feel strange. How can they be used together?

But when her paintings are placed there, people will be amazed - it turns out that this color can be used in this way.

She painted a sunset scene by the sea.

Blue sky, white clouds, orange sunset, golden beach, everything looks normal.

But the ocean she painted was actually pink.

This seemingly unreasonable setting at first glance makes such a seemingly realistic painting become more romantic.

When Su Chengyi was stopping to watch, out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Li Lu walking towards Principal Xiang, followed by Chu Qingmian, Han Bing and Zhou Kairong.

It looks like it's probably a routine checkup.

Han Bing's face was impatient, and Zhou Kairong followed her with a shy face.

When Chu Qingmian saw him, her eyes lit up and she stood on tiptoes and waved.

Su Chengyi smiled and nodded, standing there waiting for the group of them to come over.

"This commemorative painting for the [-]th anniversary of the school was still completed by classmate Chu Qingmian."

Li Lu raised her finger and pointed at the painting in front of her.

Principal Xiang nodded with satisfaction, then squinted his eyes for a long time and asked:
"Classmate Chu, what is the name of your painting?"

Chu Qingmian shook her head and said she hadn't decided yet.

"What about the creative concept? I personally think that the painting is very good and artistic. But looking at it this way, it doesn't seem to have much to do with the theme of our centenary anniversary. Of course, I also know that you must have My own thoughts, so can you interpret this?"

Chu Qingmian took two steps forward and was silent for a while, as if she didn't know where to start.

Su Chengyi looked at her flickering eyes and felt that this was really embarrassing for the creator.

Painting is a form of expression that is more hazy and abstract than words.

Many times what painters express is just a momentary emotion, a vague feeling, something that is extremely difficult to explain in words.

When reading and comprehending an article, there is no guarantee that you will understand the author's ideas, let alone interpreting it from a painting alone?
"Well, if you ask me to tell you the specific connection, I may not be able to tell. But the inspiration for this painting does come from the years I lived and studied in No. [-] Middle School, and the No. [-] Middle School that accompanied me when I grew up. teachers and classmates.”

Chu Qingmian looked at her painting with wide eyes. The pink ocean was reflected in her eyes, giving her a somewhat unreal dreamy atmosphere.

But her abstract explanation obviously did not satisfy Principal Xiang. After all, when leaders came to visit, he had to explain the creative concept of the painting to them.

Li Lu felt a little anxious when she saw Principal Xiang's troubled face and Chu Qingmian's distracted expression.

At this moment, I just regret that I am not a Chinese teacher, and I really can’t make up any tricks.

Wang Tingting, who usually hangs around, doesn't know where she is hiding now!

Unreliable, so unreliable.She disappeared when she was needed most.

"teacher."

Su Chengyi, who had been listening quietly, suddenly spoke up, and everyone present looked at him.

He took two steps forward and stood next to Chu Qingmian.

"I don't know much about painting, but since Chu Qingmian, the painter, said it was inspired by reality, I will try to interpret it from the perspective of the audience."

Chu Qingmian lowered her head and smiled, anticipating what he would say with some excitement.

Everyone was waiting for his next step, but Su Chengyi didn't really have any confidence.

In fact, it is normal to misunderstand the artist's intention. After all, it is rare to have a clear understanding.

But if he said it wrong, Chu Qingmian might be a little disappointed.

"I believe that when everyone sees this painting, the first thing they will sigh is its color. So I will talk about it from the aspect of color."

Having said this, Su Chengyi stood aside to avoid blocking other people's views.

"Let's talk about the normal ones first. The blue sky and white clouds, I think they are the same blue and white that our school uniforms use."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in school uniforms lowered their heads to compare the colors on their bodies with the colors in the painting. "Really, it's exactly the same blue."

Han Bing raised his hand. The blue of the sleeves of the school uniform and the color of the painted sky almost blended together.

"This painting depicts the sunset on the seaside, and the location of the sunset is not on the sea level, but on the beach. When I first looked at it, I thought it was a little strange. Because if I were to paint it, it would definitely make people happy. The sun sets on the sea, it’s more beautiful this way.”

Su Chengyi continued.The picture does look a bit jarring because of this setting.

Everyone felt strange, but couldn't explain why. Now that he said these words, everyone suddenly felt like they suddenly understood.

So they all turned their curious eyes to Chu Qingmian.

Chu Qingmian had no intention of answering, but was looking forward to how Su Chengyi would interpret it.

I hope he understands, but I'm afraid it's too easy for him to understand.

I was afraid that the thoughts hidden in the painting would be seen through at a glance, so my heartbeat pounded in my ears.

"So I think"

Su Chengyi raised his hand to simulate the angle of the sunlight.

"This is not golden sand, this is sunshine."

"How do you explain the pink sea?"

Everyone's eyes followed his gesture.

"To me, the definition of the sea is not just large areas of salt water. It is bottomless, undulating, and everything that can't be seen at a glance is the sea."

Su Chengyi turned his head to look at Chu Qingmian. Her eyes were as full as water, and the emotions rippling in them at the moment were in line with his definition of the sea.

"So, what is in the painting is a sea of ​​flowers. When I was in junior high school, many peach blossom trees were planted on the small playground behind the school. They bloomed luxuriantly in spring, and when the wind blew, it looked like a whole patch of pink from a distance. of ocean.”

Most of the people here were born and raised in No. [-] Middle School. When he mentioned this, everyone thought of the peach blossom tree that everyone had forgotten deep in their memory.

"Of course, thanks to the principal, it was converted into a literature gallery a few years ago. I think what Chu Qingmian painted is probably the one in his memory."

Although Su Chengyi's tone was calm, everyone could hear that he was slightly unhappy.

It was indeed not pleasant, because the peach blossom trees were one of the few good memories he had in junior high school.

During the season when the peach blossoms are in full bloom, he likes to stand at the end of the corridor of the teaching building and look over at the colorful and beautiful falling flowers.

But now all that's left is an ugly promenade.

Su Chengyi thought he was the only one in the school who was worried about this, but he didn't expect that Chu Qingmian had been thinking about the same thing.

They are comrades!If I had known, Chu Yuanjiang would be able to get his peach blossom back by making some insinuations.

Chu Qingmian's face turned slightly red, whether she was excited or moved, and she nodded lightly.

"Su Chengyi is right."

She actually didn't expect so much when she was painting. She just felt inexplicably that the sea should be pink, it must be pink.

Su Chengyi guessed everything right.

But what he didn't know was that this sea of ​​flowers was also related to him.

At that time, most students chose to go to the woods to play by themselves, and often picked up some flower petals to use as bookmarks.

Some disobedient ones would break off a whole branch and take it away. The teacher would scold them if he saw them, but there was nothing he could do if he couldn't see them.

Chu Qingmian didn't think this behavior was excessive at first. After all, there was an ancient poem that said:

"There are flowers that can be folded straight and must be folded, don't wait until there are no flowers to break the branches."

But there is one person who is different from others. No matter how beautiful the flowers bloom, he has no intention of joining in the fun.

Feeling strange, Chu Qingmian quietly paid attention and successfully discovered his private viewing spot.

When she looked at it from his perspective, the sea of ​​flowers rippling in the wind was successfully engraved in her memory.

This memory spurted out on its own when she picked up the paintbrush many years later, turning into this pink ocean.

(End of this chapter)