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This is the second time for Li Jiahao to come to the resident here. In addition to his own creation, he also has an additional identity. He is the documentary photographer of the entire resident creation, responsible for photographing the creative process of each artist.

With this heavy identity, he could approach Leng Feng confidently, so three days later, Leng Feng ate alone in an empty breakfast restaurant—artists don’t get up early, he couldn’t make anything recently, so he changed his work and rest pattern , get up early and go to bed early to exercise, and then saw Li Jiahao walking towards him with a camera dangling, sat opposite him vigorously, and said: "I will follow you for a few days as a resident documentary part of it, do you still want to reject me?"

Leng Feng gnawed on a croissant, drank black coffee, and said calmly, "Anything you want."

Unexpectedly, it was so easy to get an agreeable answer, Li Jiahao raised his eyebrows in surprise before he had time to say what he had prepared.

What Leng Feng said was really random, he completely thought that Li Jiahao did not exist, what should he do, he had no inspiration for the time being, he was not in working condition, so he wandered around the resident like a wandering spirit all day long, Everywhere in a daze.

The residence is in the suburbs. The original form was a farm, and it is still the same now, but every time an art project is done, a separate area will be set aside for the artist to live in. All the food is provided by the farm. When not engaged in creation, the artist can live on the farm. activities everywhere.

Leng Feng is now carrying a sketchbook with him, wandering aimlessly along the river, and saw a large herd of alpacas, which have arrived at the grazing area of ​​the farm, and the alpacas are dumbfounded, talking to people with a poked fur on their heads According to the view, the alpacas here deal with people a lot and are not afraid of strangers. Leng Feng passed through the alpacas and saw a large spring green field.

The cold spring, the wet mist mixed with the morning sun, shrouded a crystal light spot, there were alpacas nearby, black and white cows in the distance, and further along the river, there was a big house belonging to the farmer.

Leng Feng suddenly wanted to record this moment, what he felt and saw, and wanted to share it with Bie Dong in the future.

He knew that Bie Dong would like this kind of tranquility, and even, he seemed to see the future where he and Bie Dong would live together. They also had a big place of their own, which could be a farm to raise something. Or plant something, there is an inn like a log cabin, entertaining people who want to escape from the city temporarily and live in seclusion, and there is also a room where they live in, they cook, eat together, cook together, read books, Movies, chat, doing nothing, or having sex.

Leng Feng found a place by the river to sit down, and drew what he saw and what he thought in his heart.

The artists who come to the residence are more "pioneering" than each other. Li Jiahao has stayed here twice, and he has never seen anyone doing this kind of traditional "sketching". He originally thought that Leng Feng's face and body were really It attracts him, but the artistry is not satisfactory compared with others, and the nature is not open enough, and the sketches in this meeting are too "new popularity".

But when he took some photos and videos and got closer to Leng Feng's sketchbook, he was a little stunned.

On the drawing paper, he used almost childlike techniques to draw a whole steaming mundane and fairy tale life.

Li Jiahao naturally knew Picasso's famous saying that painting like a child is the most precious thing. What he saw now was like this. It was hard for him to imagine that this tall, rough-looking, ruffian and sexy person had such a feeling in his heart. world.

"This is very good." Li Jiahao expressed his praise from the bottom of his heart.

Leng Feng smiled faintly, looked at the paper, and said, "Thank you."

Li Jiahao pointed to the two people in the painting and said, "One is you, who is the other?"

"My love." Leng Feng didn't avoid him, Li Jiahao was still holding a camera to shoot a video of him, he looked at the camera and said this sentence, then opened the sketchbook and flipped forward: "That's right. he."

Li Jiahao's regretful voice sounded behind the camera: "Ah, do you have a lover?"

In fact, he originally thought that it was nothing for an artist to have a lover. There are many resident artists who have lovers, but after coming here, within a few months, they agreed that each other can be "single", but at this moment Li Jiahao's intuition is cold Feng is not such a person. He said that he has a lover, but he always pretends to be the other party in his heart, so it is so regrettable that Li Jiahao asked this question.

"I have a lover, and it is because of him that I came here." Leng Feng said again.

Li Jiahao wanted to continue asking, but Leng Feng didn't want to talk anymore, he paused by the river for a while, then turned and went back.

Leng Feng has never shaved his beard or cut his hair since he came here. After a month, his vigorous beard has grown back, and he already looks like a savage.

The naked eye visibly lost weight. Except for the sketchbook that never left his hand, Leng Feng did not make any decent creations. He knew that he came to the wrong place. All those who engage in creation cannot do without their "soil". Writers, filmmakers, designers, and artists are all the same. This "soil" may be a place, such as Jia Zhangke cannot do without Shanxi, Woody Allen cannot do without a metropolis, or it can be a person, such as every creator This "soil" is the source of nourishment for them.

Leng Feng is too far away from his "soil" now, and he misses growing wildly with his beard. He feels that he is more and more on the verge of some kind of explosion or collapse.

He no longer remembers the time, nor does he remember when he suddenly started making things at night. When making this sculpture, he didn’t even draw a sketch. The material is different from all his previous creations.

A floodgate in his mind was broken, Leng Feng couldn’t stop after he started creating, he didn’t feel thirsty or hungry, he only went to eat and sleep when his body function reached the edge and had to stop. Will replenish energy in a while.

Li Jiahao has been shooting and recording by the side, but he has never talked to Leng Feng. He was a little scared at first, and then he was brought in by Leng Feng's focus. With the prototype of the work, Li Yu analyzed Jiahao I felt an indescribable shock.

This sculpture is a type that Leng Feng has never tried before. It is non-realistic and does not even have a specific shape that can be described, but it is the expression of that word in his heart.

He has never realized that "missing" is tangible like a knife, like a knife, carved in his heart one by one, and all of them are transformed into the form in his hand.

The boundless, expansive longing turned into a mushroom cloud that exploded in his hands.

When the work was nearing completion, Li Jiahao asked him what he was doing.

Leng Feng lit a cigarette, but asked him back: "How is your Chinese level? Do you know any historical allusions?"

Li Jiahao hesitated for a moment: "I taught some at home when I was young."

Leng Feng said: "Do you know the story of Su Wu herding sheep?"

Li Jiahao asked uncertainly: "19 years?"

"Well," Leng Feng nodded, "Before Su Wu left his homeland to go to the Huns, he left a poem for his wife saying that life should be return and death should be longing. At that time, he didn't know that it would be 19 years since he left."

Li Jiahao let out an "ah" and said, "That's really tormenting."

"Yes, torment." Leng Feng looked at his work: "The longing that comes out of suffering is long-term lovesickness."

Li Jiahao was thoughtful, as if he could feel a little bit of Leng Feng's mood.

Leng Feng completed this work very quickly. It took less than three months from the start to the completion. He submitted the work and name to the resident, and also submitted the creative concept. The resident art review will not be completed until all the works of the artists are completed. At first, Leng Feng would not get the result for a while, but he didn't care anymore.

In his heart, this creative residency is to fulfill Bie Dong's entrustment to him. Bie Dong hopes that he will go out, so he will go out, and hope that he can be on a bigger stage, so he will do his best.

If he didn't board, he believed that Bie Dong would not blame him.

Going home, meeting that "Long Lovesick" lover, hugging him, kissing him, sleeping with him, eating, having sex, is Leng Feng's only thought, which is about to go crazy.

The author says:

I'm back to blood, see you on Thursday!