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Leng Feng has worked with all kinds of curators and art dealers, including harsh and flattering ones, but he has never seen such... nougatous ones.

If he himself is a great artist famous at home and abroad, that’s all. Now, what he wants is nothing. A curator can’t get half of the profit from him, so why get so close?

Shao Qihua said that he would invite him to make a bed, Leng Feng laughed angrily, and simply welcomed him in again, but the hospitality was gone, and he sat in a stately manner, saying: "Okay, then let's come and have a good time." Let’s talk about how to do business.”

Shao Qihua didn't sit down, and walked slowly in the empty room, looking at this and that, there was a gadget on the workbench that caught his attention, he picked it up to look at it, and said: "This is not bad. , What did you do? It's not the same as your previous style, it's a bit interesting."

Leng Feng turned his head and found that it was the squirrel that Shao Qihua was holding in his hand. He simply turned his chair around and faced Shao Qihua, feeling a little narrow in his heart, and deliberately said, "You think it's good?"

Shao Qihua nodded and said concisely: "Okay."

"What's so good about it?" Leng Feng leisurely lit a cigarette, and suddenly felt like having a good chat.

Shao Qihua didn't seem to notice the sarcasm in Leng Feng's tone, he looked at it seriously, thought about it seriously, and then said: "There is a sense of sincerity and innocence in it, primitive and simple, completely natural, like a real master after thoroughly understanding everything, doing as he pleases." Gadgets made out of randomness are especially good because they have no purpose."

He was even a little happy, his eyes became twinkling, looked at Leng Feng, and said: "Ah Feng, you are really different now, my guess is right."

"Hahahahaha..." Leng Feng burst into a sudden burst of laughter. He felt extremely complicated in his heart. His emotions converged into one place. He only felt endless ridicule. He couldn't find anything better than laughing out loud. expression.

Seeing him laughing so hard that tears were about to burst out, Shao Qihua froze in place in bewilderment.

Leng Feng laughed enough, and finally slowed down. He nodded seriously at the other party: "I agree with you, this thing is good, very good, but—" he dragged the end of his voice: "When did I say I did this?"

Shao Qihua was startled, Leng Feng pinched the cigarette butt, got up and strode over, took the squirrel from his hand, gently stroked the cloud-like tail with his fingers, and said: "Look at how beautiful it is, just like the one who made it." As beautiful as a person."

"Who did it?" Shao Qihua asked.

Leng Feng's eyes were fixed on the squirrel, and he said, "It was made by a person who has never studied art and doesn't even know what art is. A hunter's child, he made it casually."

He held the squirrel up to Shao Qihua's eyes: "Look, this is art. You don't need to go to class for decades to learn various theories. Once the tools are in his hands, he can make art."

"This is talent." Shao Qihua also admitted.

"Yes, talent." Leng Feng said: "If you have talent, you have it. If you don't, you don't have it. So, you and my father don't have to worry about me."

"Afeng, you are taking a different path. Whether it is the academic school or the natural school, art does not matter its origin or style, it only depends on the result, and good art leads to the same goal."

Leng Feng looked indifferent, thinking that it was all nonsense and had nothing to say.

Shao Qihua worked tirelessly: "Frankly speaking, your previous works were not bad, but good. Professor Leng taught you personally. Your skills and aesthetics are in a very high position. In fact, I have always paid attention to you. I have gone to every exhibition of your works, and your works are of stable standard and style, and you are already a mature artist.”

"But you haven't worked with me before." Leng Feng thought in his heart, and said it out of his mouth.

"Yes." Shao Qihua nodded: "I have been looking forward to one day you can break through yourself. You are very good, but there is always something missing. I know your father very well and know his theoretical system. Sometimes I think, isn't it? His set of things is not suitable for you, so it restrains you?"

This is an unanswerable question, Leng Feng snorted softly.

Shao Qihua added: "I didn't hear from you for a while, and I heard that you went to another place. I felt a little sorry, but I thought, maybe this is an opportunity, and you can use this to break through yourself."

Leng Feng also knew that he lacked something, but he couldn't tell what he lacked, so he laughed at himself: "I don't even know what I lack, what I want to break through."

Shao Qihua said: "You lack the urge to 'go all out', that primitive, instinctive feeling of letting the heavens and the earth deal with you."

Leng Feng was stunned suddenly, and Shao Qihua suddenly stabbed him in the heart, "Let the heart and soul be dealt with by heaven and earth", he had never had that kind of impulse, the kind of impulse that would not regret it for the rest of his life, he did not In the past, he didn't even find such an impulse charming, but now he occasionally has such a desire.

On that cold night of camping, when he saw Bie Dong running naked into the river in spite of everything, he had such a longing.

When he was anxiously looking for Bie Dong in the ranch, and saw him confronting the yak, which almost caused disaster, he felt fear and madness that he had never had before.

In the following night, when he heard Bie Dong open his heart and talk about the past, the impulse in his heart spread to this day, wanting to protect a person for the rest of his life, so that he would be safe and secure.

Could such an impulse be regarded as surrendering one's heart?

Leng Feng didn't know, but he knew the taste and thought it was a good feeling. He didn't even think about it. His feelings for Bie Dong had already violated all the principles of life he had adhered to, throwing away all the "smart" , cool" stuff, but he likes it.

He likes Bie Dong, and he also likes himself like this.

Unknowingly posting it for a while, Leng Feng looked dazed and seemed unable to recover, Shao Qihua waited quietly for him, and when Leng Feng came out of his daze, he said: "I also read Rong Yu's comment. However, to be honest, I think it is biased. As a generation of masters, he wrote such a piece of commentary, which is quite a bit of anger, and it is very out of style."

Um?Leng Feng frowned.

"Rongyu and your father have always been at odds academically. They had a lot of unhappiness in the early years. Later, he went to the United States. The two of them had less interaction and lived in peace for many years. Until you started to emerge in this circle, and your resources It’s really great. There are so many people admiring you. Naturally, some people can’t see it. His comment, which seems fair and objective, actually magnifies your flaws. He made you useless. Is this really the case? Every artist Everyone has flaws. "Perfection" does not exist in the art industry itself. You have flaws, but whether these flaws will make you or destroy you is still unknown. It should not be Rongyu who defines this , it should be yourself."

Leng Feng was silent for a while, and suddenly felt that he was too neglectful of Shao Qihua, and presumptuously speculated on other people's intentions in a malicious direction, what a jerk.

He still didn't speak, but the expression on his face had completely let go of his resistance and defense, revealing a helpless smile.

Shao Qihua's attitude towards him remained unchanged, he smiled faintly, glanced at the corner, and said, "So, can you let me see your real works now?"

It turned out that he had noticed the thing covered by the blue drape a long time ago, but he would not uncover it without Leng Feng's permission, and Leng Feng obviously had a hard time getting over it, so he had to take the initiative to remove the drape , is not easy.

But now that Leng Feng got up, he was willing to let Shao Qihua take a look, even though the work was not finished yet.

It was a young man sitting on his knees, with his arms around himself, with scars all over his body, his posture was weak and stubborn.

Leng Feng's eyes fell on the unfinished boy, with unconscious tenderness, Shao Qihua also noticed the change in his eyes, and then he carefully observed the work, and came to some conclusions in his mind.

"Afeng, this is different from your other works before. I feel very rich emotions in it. Speaking of it, this is the first time I feel such rich emotions in your works."

Leng Feng was noncommittal, and from the moment he lifted the cover, his attention was completely on the work.

"Sensitive and stubborn, is this how you feel about the person you sculpted?" Shao Qihua asked him.

Leng Feng nodded.

"Who is he?"

"It's a child, the hunter's child, the squirrel he made." Leng Feng said.

"No wonder." Shao Qihua realized something: "You have unusual feelings for him."

Leng Feng didn't speak, Shao Qihua said: "Treasure him, maybe he is your chance."

The author says:

"Let the heart and the heart be dealt with by the heaven and the earth", this sentence comes from a domestic translator, Lake, who commented on the paintings of the Japanese ukiyo-e painter Hideizumi Kikukawa. His style is similar to Hokusai, but he can't get out of Hokusai's framework. He collaborated with Hiroshige on the series of landscape paintings, but was replaced midway.He records in the book that he has strange quirks and is rebellious. However, in the paintings, he lacks the artist's power of "going all out" and "giving the heart to the world to deal with".Of course, this is my personal impression after seeing countless paintings by him.