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Ji Yusheng and Song Shihe walked through several streets crowded with stores selling household goods, and finally walked to the exhibition located in a residential house.

The exhibits in this exhibition are all works of oriental art. The most famous works are "When the Bird Crows" and "Porcelain Rooster Bowl", perhaps because these paintings are relatively simple in brushwork and composition, and the subject matter is relatively common. The works of art are based on life, so they do not attract many people to watch them like other colorful, three-dimensional and impactful Western works of art.In addition, the few streets they walked before coming here were a bit untidy and rough, so when the two of them came here, there were only the two of them in the entire exhibition gallery, and no one else was there.

Ji Yusheng was particularly interested in these paintings, and when he saw them from a distance, he ran over excitedly.After carefully looking at the first "Porcelain Rooster Bowl", he couldn't wait to share with Song Shihe: "I really like this "Porcelain Rooster Bowl", it reminds me of my childhood life, when I was a child, I turned on a small lamp at night , take this kind of bowl and eat a bowl of lard bibimbap, smelling the aroma will feel the happiest thing.”

Song Shihe nodded, and said in agreement: "Yes, it is easy to be satisfied when you are young, and happiness comes easily."

"Well!" Ji Yusheng added: "Although the previous bowls were not as varied as the current ones, the patterns were drawn one by one. Although simple, you can feel the boss's intentions. Generally, the bowls they made can also be used. long time."

"It's true that the people who made these bowls in the past are artists, and each bowl we receive is unique."

"It's very strange. Now there are more patterns, but the 'uniqueness' is less. And it seems that not only the design of the bowl is like this, but many other aspects have become lacking in 'uniqueness'..."

While they were chatting like this, they suddenly heard the sound of knocking on the bowl next to them, and then heard a few voices: "Bao'er, it's the last bite, we'll play soon after eating!"

They poked their heads out curiously, and saw a woman behind the display board chasing a child with a bowl, but the child shook his immature shoulders and said he wanted to play instead of eating.It was only then that they discovered that the exhibition was set on the platform of the housing estate, next to the playground where children were playing, and they could hear the sound of children playing when they watched the artwork carefully.The illusory blend of artworks and life reality makes people confused for a while.

Seeing this scene, Song Shihe and Ji Yusheng smiled at each other, and Ji Yusheng bent his eyes and said, "Sure enough, art comes from life."

"Haha, indeed, there is no artwork that can resonate without life experience."

Song Shihe glanced back at the whole view of the exhibition, and said: "I thought this was just an ordinary exhibition to entertain everyone, but now it seems that a lot of thought has been spent on it. For example, many of the exhibitors participating in this exhibition are from the East and China. Artists, the selected paintings are not single, and the location of the exhibition is very cleverly chosen."

"The satirical cartoons with many people, the daily pictures of the neighbors, everything makes people connect with reality, and there is a feeling of sudden enlightenment. I have visited many art exhibition halls with magnificent architecture and exquisite carvings, and I have also seen many exhibition films in glass. Now I feel as if I have come to an 'art exhibition' for the first time. It is not something to look up to, but something that is integrated into life and community culture."

"It seems to be the first time I have participated in an exhibition where I can look at artworks at the same level."

"It would be nice if there were more opportunities to look at artwork like this."

After Song Shihe finished speaking, he turned his head and said to Ji Yusheng who was looking at him seriously: "Shengsheng, thank you, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be able to see such a special exhibition."

"So sir, are you happier?" Ji Yusheng asked him suddenly.

"Of course, thank you." I have to say that although I only saw less than ten paintings with Ji Yusheng, my mood was better than seeing the entire National Art Museum.Song Shihe said very sincerely: "I am really very happy to have the opportunity to participate in this exhibition."

After listening to Song Shihe's words, seeing Song Shihe's comfortable smile after turning his head, the smile on Ji Yusheng's face instantly reached its maximum, like a bunch of flowers that are no longer shy and wanton in spring, but his eyes seem to be stabbed. Bitter, a little sour.

Ji Yusheng sighed sincerely: "It's great to choose the right exhibition."

"Mr. likes this art exhibition, it's great."

"Mr. feels happy, that's great."

For this day, he thought for a long time and worried about many things, such as whether the husband would directly refuse to go to the art exhibition because he said that he had given up art, or whether the husband would be angry because he witnessed what happened at the poetry meeting. Even more so after the event.For countless nights, he lay in bed racking his brains thinking about how to give Song Shihe a unique two days, because Song Shihe had experienced a lot, and it seemed that nothing would make him feel unique.

But because of this sentence, all the preparations and sacrifices he had made before were worth it.

As long as the husband can be happier because of this and face his true yearning, it will be worth it.

Ji Yusheng's smile was a little too bright, but his eyes were slightly red. Song Shihe could only stare blankly at him, not knowing how to react, and then said a few words of thanks, but Ji Yusheng's eyes turned even redder. , he had no choice but to shut up.Facing Ji Yusheng, he always wanted to say a lot, but he couldn't find the right words. After finally finding the right words, he stumbled and said a few words. When Ji Yusheng frowned slightly, he would stop again.But he himself is a person who is so confident in writing love poems.

But what he didn't know was that the reason for Ji Yusheng's red eyes was not because of sadness, but because the sun shone in, just like a sunbird flying to the sun and returning to its hometown.

In the end, it was Ji Yusheng who stabilized his mood and said, "Sir, let me accompany you to look at the painting on the other side."

Song Shihe paused before nodding, "Okay."

Song Shihe looked around the exhibition intently, and suddenly turned around, only to find that Ji Yusheng was not by his side. His back suddenly felt hot, and his heart felt anxious, and the children's hip-hop sounds became harsh. He took a few steps back in a hurry. , I just wanted to call Ji Yusheng's name, but saw Ji Yusheng's figure with his head down from the gap between the paintings, and his heart and footsteps seemed to calm down instantly.

Song Shihe deliberately adjusted his hasty steps just now, walked back to Ji Yusheng slowly, and asked him, "Have you finished watching?"

"Ah, Mr. Song, no, I'm looking at how..."

While saying this, Song Shihe suddenly heard a few chirping sounds, like the first bird chirping he heard every morning. It was clear and long, full of enthusiasm and hope, and he was stunned.

"Okay!" And in such a hopeful voice, Song Shihe saw Ji Yusheng who clenched his fists and turned his head to him, holding his mobile phone very excitedly.

Song Shihe looked down, and saw that the little bird on the screen flapped its wings when it saw him, and flew towards him while singing happily. After the bird flew towards him, it was still chirping shortly in front of him. It turned around briskly, as if showing off its beautiful wings, as if calling him to get up, and more as if playing with him.The bird that was still living in the painting just now moved suddenly. Song Shihe stared at the little bird flying towards him with its mouth open.

"Look, the little birds that were resting on the branches flew towards us!" Ji Yusheng shook his phone, smiled and said, "I think they are not happy to see Mr., so they flew here to make you happy."

"Mister is so beautiful that even the birds that fly over are shy."

Hearing Ji Yusheng's words, Song Shihe was a little embarrassed, but Song Shihe also felt a little funny, so he asked, "Where did you see that it was shy?"

"Isn't he shy?" Ji Yusheng asked.

"Sunbird's face is red, right?" Song Shihe held back a deep smile and asked him back.

With Song Shihe's words, Ji Yusheng's face immediately became like a bird's cheek, and he said a little shyly and angrily: "Just...even if he is red, I think it still wants to fly Come out and be friends with Mr.... After all, after all, I have been standing tremblingly on a young twig for so many years, how lonely, I think it might want a partner."

Ji Yusheng looked at the lonely bird, his voice was a little deep.

"Standing tremblingly on a thin branch for so many years alone, I have withstood many wind and rain alone. I am thinking of when he hid in a leaky nest during a rainstorm, or when his wings were wet from the rain When you are sinking, do you occasionally want to have an arm you can rely on?"

These words hit Song Shihe's heart like the flowing water in the mountains hitting the softest part of the stone. He felt like the mountain was being shaken, and he was speechless.

He stared intently at the black eyes of the bird in the painting, as if looking through them.

After a long silence, Song Shihe said, "Maybe." At this moment, the dynamic painting stopped, and Song Shihe looked at the bird standing on the branch with its head held high, and said, "But it's hard."

Ji Yusheng's eyes dimmed, and he didn't press the button on the phone again, because he felt that at this moment, the bird probably didn't want to fly towards him.He raised his head and asked, "What do you mean?"

"It's hard to restore every rainy day, so it's hard to understand the wind and rain he has experienced." Song Shihe said, a thin layer of fog seemed to form in his eyes. Raindrops in a storm.

"Like, I don't know why the bird is on the branch by itself instead of with everyone else."

"Maybe he tried, but he failed? Maybe he was thrown away when he was flying south?"

"Maybe he understands that no one can accompany him forever?"

The bird flew up again suddenly, and with a cry, Ji Yusheng asked him:

"But... he still chose to fly to you, didn't he?"

The author has something to say:

I ran a few exhibitions recently, and I also ran an exhibition of the type I wrote. Let me mention it a little bit. The artworks displayed in this exhibition are displayed in the form of posters instead of original artworks, so they can be displayed in different places. There is no fear of graffiti or other types of vandalism in the same exhibit.

The painting I want to recommend in this chapter is "Little Bird" by Lin Fengmian