An Xia's paintings

Song Shiyuan's words made Lin Anxia's heart sink to the bottom of the valley.

He rubbed the corner of his clothes at a loss, opened his mouth to explain something, but didn't know where to start.

Seeming to see Lin Anxia's nervousness, Song Shiyuan just said unhurriedly: "Xia Xia, it's okay, Shigong has no other intentions. Whether the teachers want to participate in the exhibition with their own works is completely voluntary. Shigong is just wondering, Xia Xia There is no reason to exhibit.”

That being said, Lin Anxia did know the rules of the teacher's participation in this art exhibition long ago. The moment he heard the topic, Lin Anxia knew that this topic was specially set for him by his teacher.

It's a pity... Lin Anxia smiled wryly in his heart, he understood his master's good intentions, but he thought that he would never be able to paint works with such emotions as "enthusiasm" in his life.So...he can only live up to his master's good intentions.

Song Shiyuan patted Lin Anxia's head kindly: "Is it because the time is too short for you to conceive? For you, this theme is indeed a breakthrough, and it is also a challenge for you to achieve higher achievements in the field of painting Isn’t it? After all, for a good painter, it is not a good thing to be limited to a certain field or a certain style of painting.”

Lin Anxia closed her eyes sadly, and it took a long time to suppress the turbulent emotions in her heart, and calmly said to Song Shiyuan: "Master, I'm sorry, the reason why I didn't draw this theme is because I can't draw it at all. It's not because I don't have time To conceive, not to be out of inspiration...but to be unable to draw at all.”

"Enthusiasm" is an emotion that Lin Anxia has never experienced in the past 20 years. What can make him feel strong turbulence deep in his heart is only a series of dirty things such as fear, resentment, and distress, similar to "enthusiasm" Lin Anxia has never experienced a sunny mood!

How can an emotion that even the painter himself can't feel can be put on paper.

Song Shiyuan didn't ask Lin Anxia about the specific reason why he couldn't feel the emotion of enthusiasm. After getting along for a period of time, Song Shiyuan vaguely felt that his apprentice Lin Xici wanted to go his own way to raise Lin Anxia in an enclosure, and Not for nothing.However, Song Shiyuan didn't know anything about what happened during the days when his lover disappeared completely...

Song Shiyuan sighed with some emotion and said, "You, my grandson is really the same destination by different routes."

Lin Anxia was surprised: "Master, you mean...Brother Rui?"

Song Shiyuan nodded: "Who else can there be except that brat! Master gave that kid to you and asked you to teach him how to draw, because you are a child with very strong emotions, which is the complete opposite of that brat. So, after seeing that you two got acquainted, that kid has become more human, Master is very happy."

Lin Anxia pointed to herself suspiciously: "Brother Rui and I... are completely opposite, and we have the same goal by different routes?"

Song Shiyuan patted his knee helplessly, sighed and said: "That child has been fascinated by painting since he was five years old. I am a painter myself, and my grandson likes to paint. Naturally, I am happy to see it succeed. But you also know that this child has always had a fatal weakness in painting, that is, his paintings have no soul."

Song Shiyuan took a look at Lin Anxia: "He is a calm and wise child. At first we were all happy for his qualities, because this child is destined to become an extraordinary person. But gradually I found something wrong with him, Ruihe seems to be born with no emotions, he will not like things too much, and he will soon lose interest in things he likes. This is not what he likes, and he himself feels the same about his situation It would be very distressing, so he fell in love with painting."

Lin Anxia said: "Since Brother Rui likes painting, it proves that he still has something he likes, doesn't it?"

"That's true." Song Shiyuan said: "It's a pity that if Ruihe liked painting in the past because he really liked it, then now he is forcing himself to like painting."

Lin Anxia exclaimed: "Force yourself?!"

Lin Anxia said: "No! Brother Rui's obsession with painting is so urgent, how can he force himself? When we went to learn how to perceive emotions together, he was obviously so impatient, but he still patiently followed me.. …”

Speaking of this, Lin Anxia's voice paused, he understood that if Qin Ruihe really loved painting from the bottom of his heart, he wouldn't be impatient with the emotional perception class...

Song Shiyuan said: "I don't know why Ruihe has such an idea. It's funny to say that since he was young, the child thought that when he could become an excellent painter, he would be able to take care of his cold heart, so he was persistent. I really like painting, although I can no longer have enthusiasm for it in my heart, but I still force myself to love it..."

Lin Anxia couldn't believe it: "How could this happen?"

Song Shiyuan said: "Because Ruihe is always worried that one day he will lose interest in living. Maybe he doesn't care about his own life or death, but he is a filial child after all. He knows better than anyone else that if one day His life is dying, and the only people who suffer the most are those family members who always put him on the top of his heart. So he hopes to have emotions, sorrows and joys like ordinary people, and to have things he likes and likes from the bottom of his heart. Because normal people Said, these are the motivations that they are willing to live in this world."

"But you, it's just the opposite." At this time, Song Shiyuan changed the subject and pointed at Lin Anxia: "Xia Xia, you are a person with too much emotion, which is a good thing or a bad thing for an artist. You are still young But heavy, it is easy to go astray, which is what people used to say in ancient times, "going crazy". Once you lose control of your emotions, you can't guarantee that you can still have reason and control yourself from doing some bad things. Therefore, Master would say, you and Ruihe's personalities are indeed very different, but the result is the same. The old ancestor said that 'things must be reversed' is not unreasonable."

Lin Anxia remained silent about Song Shiyuan's remarks.

Song Shiyuan didn't care about Lin Anxia's silence, he just continued: "Since you drew "Nightmare", I have some doubts, you are just a child, a child who likes sunshine and flowers, birds and insects and fish. And "Nightmare" The desperation and struggle, distortion and fear revealed in " shouldn't be what a person of your age should have. The teacher asked you to get in touch with Ruihe more, and to some extent, he has some thoughts for you to make up for each other... ...For Ruihe, the effect is remarkable, so what about Xiaxia and you?"

Lin Anxia tried her best to restrain her trembling hands, but the slightly white fingertips still betrayed his uneasiness.

Song Shiyuan looked at Lin Anxia's gradually pale face, and couldn't bear it, he was still a child after all...

"Forget it, Master came up with the theme of 'enthusiasm'. I just hope that you can sort out the messy emotions in your heart a little bit, so as to make breakthroughs in painting skills. I have no other ideas. But Xia Xia , Shigong wants you to remember one thing, you are only 20 years old, your life has just begun, your future has infinite possibilities, and you know better than anyone what is holding you back."

Lin Anxia looked up at Song Shiyuan, her eyes were full of bewilderment: "Master, how can I know, I, I already..."

Song Shiyuan already knew Lin Anxia's unfinished words, and he slowly said: "One day, when you draw the most perfect picture in your heart, child, you will really succeed. Remember, it's not what others see. not your own perfection, but perfection in your own eyes."

Song Shiyuan's words made Lin Anxia dazed for a long time.

Lin Anxia left the principal's office and walked around the campus in a daze, not knowing where to go, nor how to continue his future.

Suddenly, Lin Anxia felt a light pat on her left shoulder.

"Why do you look like a wandering spirit, what happened?"

It's Xie Ziqi.

Lin Anxia turned her head, looked at Xie Ziqi's still full of vigor, and smiled wryly in her heart. The two of them were obviously about the same age, but Xie Ziqi seemed more energetic than him, while she was like a wandering soul, as he said, without any trace of life. Lifeless.

"Just walk around casually and bask in the sun." Lin Anxia responded.

Xie Ziqi raised her eyebrows: "Basking in the sun?"

Lin Anxia didn't want to say anything more, so she changed the subject with a smile: "The art exhibition is about to open, and your works have already been sent to the exhibition. I heard that this art exhibition has one more welfare program than in previous years. If it is valued by the Gillis Painting Association, then its author will get a chance to go to France for further study for free, regardless of whether he is the No.1 participating in this exhibition....You have to take good care of it."

Xie Ziqi smiled noncommittally: "It doesn't matter to me whether I go to France or not. After all, it may be difficult to find someone who resonates with me when I travel all over the world. Except for you, few people can understand My painting."

Speaking of this, Xie Ziqi took a deep look at Lin Anxia, ​​with intriguing meaning in his eyes.

Unfortunately, Lin Anxia didn't care, and just said: "Don't be so pessimistic, the world is so big, there will always be unexpected good things happening?"

Xie Ziqi pointed at Lin Anxia with her lips curled up and said, "You tell me not to be pessimistic?"

Lin Anxia didn't understand, so: "Yes. What's wrong?"

Xie Ziqi shook her head gracefully, and said narrowly, "The most pessimistic person in the world tells the most optimistic person in the world not to be pessimistic!" He raised his hand and patted Lin Anxia's head: "Mr. Lin, are you stupid?"

Lin Anxia was stunned, suddenly feeling a little at a loss.

Xie Ziqi also seemed to be aware of her abruptness in what she said, and was a little embarrassing for a while, so she had to laugh dryly to ease the embarrassment of the two of them.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he hooked Lin Anxia's shoulder and whispered in his ear: "Although I don't care whether my works can be recognized in this art exhibition, but if I do, I will be so lucky." , won a little bit of honor, how about I tell you a secret?"

Lin Anxia was puzzled: "If you really got the honor, it's because of your strength. It has nothing to do with whether you want to tell me any secrets?"

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