Roaming In The World Of Film And Television

Chapter 260

The eighteenth day.

Ruan Wen went to Badaguan Scenic Area.

“Badaguan” is characterized by the integration of gardens and courtyards, surrounded by green plants and lush greenery.

The green peaches on Shaoguan Road are in full bloom every spring, pink like a ribbon; the crape myrtle flowers on Zhengyang Road are competing for research in summer; Juyongguan is a five-cornered maple, which is golden when autumn is strong; two rows of cedars on Zijingguan Road are evergreen throughout the year; Ningwuguan Lu’s Begonia is still there after the night rain.

She didn’t come here when Bitao was blooming most brilliantly, and she chose the blooming season to be out of date. At this time, the tree was not beautiful and there was spring mud under the tree. Red tiles and green walls can be seen between the branches and leaves, and the color gradation and collision naturally exist. Every corner.

In April it is Bitao, and in May the Begonia blossoms.

She will stay here until June, and then go to the south.

It took nearly an hour for Nguyen Van to find the right place, observe, think, and then write, trying to show the most moving impression.

She had a few slices of crepes at noon.

In the afternoon, there were more young people on the street.

There were not many foreign tourists at the “Badaguan” in 1998, let alone noisy tourist groups. Compared with scattered travelers, there were more students from nearby universities.

They are chasing and playing in the street, singing and saying love.

Sometimes Ruan Wen would stop and take a look at the little lovers walking by hand in hand, or shook his head, or smiled, and then continued to outline the Shaoguan Spring in his heart.

Towards the end, a little bit of rain fell in the sky. With a spring thunder bursting through the sky, the rain quickly increased, and she was caught off guard and a little embarrassed.

It was clear when I woke up in the morning, but unexpectedly, the situation would change in the afternoon. She remembered that there was an umbrella in her bag, but she couldn’t find it after looking through it several times for some reason.

Just when she had no choice but to give up and was about to pack her things and leave, the top of her head went dark, and the rain was blocked.

When she turned to look around, the panic in her eyes suddenly froze.

The face that had been missing for almost a week reappeared in front of her eyes, smiling faintly in the sound of rain and the croak of frogs.

“Did you…didn’t leave?”

“Gone, but came back.”

Ruan Wen smiled and said, “It seems that you haven’t given up your heart yet.”

Lin Yue shrugged, looked at her painting and said, “Can you still paint?”

Nguyen Wen turned around.

I saw the rain falling from the edge of the umbrella wet the drawing board, and the water line was winding and flowing, fainting the wet color.

She stayed for a while, took out the paintbrush involuntarily, and tapped a few times where the color difference was strong.

Lin Yue handed the umbrella over to cover the sky between her and the drawing board.

The rain line rustled the leaves, frogs croaked from the pond, and water droplets were strung into a bead curtain around the umbrella. On the other side of the bead curtain was a concentrated woman’s face.

I don’t know how long it has been, she put away the paintbrush, gently placed it in the paint tray, and looked at the “Shaoguan Spring” that was soaked in spring and rain, with surprise and joy in her eyes.

Unexpectedly, the color clusters snaking out of the rain made this painting suddenly come to life, adding a trace of the freehand brushwork and haziness of ancient Chinese literati paintings between the collision of light and color, even a famous painter like her could not help but secretly applaud. This may be her most successful work since her debut.

Art is born by nature, and you can get it occasionally.

She turned around, wanting to share her own joy with Lin Yue and express her inner gratitude, but what greeted her was a man who was almost soaked.

The rain fell drop by drop along the tip of the hair, and little water marks clustered around the eyebrows. The straight suit and neat tie were wet and the collar of the shirt clung to the neck, looking embarrassed.

Ruan Wen looked at himself, then looked at him, a very complicated emotion arose in his heart.

“sorry.”

She held the umbrella handle and tried to push it, but the arm that stretched out in front of her didn’t move.

“Do you think I am so drenched and lonely, do you want to accompany me to make a pair of soup chicken?”

Ruan Van wanted to laugh, but the smile flowed into his heart and turned into touch.

“Thank you.”

Lin Yue said, “Have you finished painting?”

“Um.”

“Then what are you doing in a daze?”

She woke up all of a sudden, quickly packed up the drawing board tools, followed Lin Yue away from the scene, and got into a jeep parked on the side of the road.

“You can catch a cold like this. Go to my hotel, not far to the north.”

Lin Yue nodded, started the engine and drove north.

…

After entering the room ten minutes later, Ruan Van rushed him into the bathroom to take a hot shower.

With Lin Yue’s current physique, let alone getting wet all over, he would only sneeze a few times in the ice hole in the winter, and it would be fine for a long time with chills and weakness. There is no need to be so nervous at all.

“I asked the waiter to wash your clothes. By the way, I asked the front desk to find two clean clothes. You can wear them first.”

When he was halfway through the rush, Ruan Van’s voice came from the door.

“good.”

Lin Yue agreed behind the shower curtain.

A few minutes later, he changed into a clean shirt and trousers and went out.

Ruan Wen was standing in the middle of the living room wearing a sweater, staring at the “Shaoguan Spring” under the light without blinking.

“What do you think?” she asked.

Lin Yue walked over and watched it carefully for a while: “Although I don’t have much research on the painting, it is certain that this painting is completely different from your previous works, it seems…something more.”

Ruan Van leaned sideways: “Nature’s breath.”

“Nature’s breath?”

“Do you know how Impressionism came from?”

Lin Yue nodded: “The writer captures the audience’s thoughts with words, the musicians mobilize people’s emotions with melody, and the chef seeks to stimulate the taste buds. When it comes to the painter, the paintings of the old era tend to rewrite the reality, carrying more historical stories and philosophical ideas. After the invention of photography technology, realism suffered a heavy blow, and a new school of painting was born—Impressionism. They believed that painting art needs to return to its essence and should emphasize the influence of color, light, shadow and line on the visual system. In the future, the new generation of Impressionist painters believes that it is not enough to pursue color, light and shadow, line and composition. Just as famous writers, musicians, and chefs have strong personal styles, impressionist painters should also inject personal thoughts and emotions into their works. , And an understanding of things.”

“You know a lot.” Ruan Wen said, “When we met last time, you said that my paintings are different from the past, like a graceful and introverted Asian beauty. In fact, since Luo Wen left, I have been looking for painting style. Breakthrough, but I’m not very satisfied with the works these days. There is always an artificial feeling. To this day, the water falling from the edge of the umbrella smudges the spring peaches in Shaoguan, breaking up the personal emotions I deliberately conveyed, and giving it a few words. The misty natural feeling, how can I say it, is a bit like wet painting. After months of hard work, I finally paid off.”

Lin Yue said sincerely: “Congratulations.”

Ruan Van shook his head: “This is a work done by the two of us. If you agree, I will hold an exhibition in the future, and I will add your name to the introduction of this painting.”

Lin Yue said, “You like it.”

“Look at me, your attention is focused on it.” Ruan Wen picked up the cup on the coffee table and handed it to him: “Drink some hot water to get rid of the cold in the body.”

“thanks.”

Lin Yue took a sip from the cup and walked to the sofa next to him to sit down.

The lights in the living room were all on, the light was very bright, and the air was mixed with the smell of paint and perfume.

He sniffed a few deeply, his brows trembled: “This is… Chanel No. 5?”

“Huh? Do you know it?”

Nguyen Van went to the single sofa next to him and sat down and took a sip of hot coffee with his cup in both hands.

Lin Yue nodded: “This is my ex-girlfriend’s favorite perfume. She was born on May 25th. The release date of this perfume is also May 25th.”

“You can tell the perfume style in the smell of the paint, you must love her very much.” Ruan Van felt that the Royal Canadian Mounted Police was very different from the police in her mind.

Lin Yue smiled and didn’t say much.

The world of “Eavesdropping” takes Mary around the world. The perfume he bought for his fiancee at the Chanel counter in the Champs Elysées is CHANELNO.5.

At this time, Ruan Van remembered the conversation between the two in the rain: “You said you left and came back because you refused to give up?”

“no.”

Lin Yue’s answer surprised her.

“why?”