An Xia's paintings

After all, Qin Ruihe was only 28 years old, and he was just a young man with some vigor. When he was underestimated, he still felt unhappy.

On weekdays, his performance in those fields that he is good at is naturally mature and wise. In his short life, the only part that has not achieved success is painting.However, he really liked painting.

In Qin Ruihe's perception, there is no reason for his love of painting. He has been full of enthusiasm for painting almost as long as he can remember.But it happened that in the field he was most interested in, he didn't get any applause.

Of course, if it is an ordinary person, when they see Qin Ruihe's paintings, they will praise "the paintings are really like".However, Qin Ruihe knew in his heart that he didn't like such compliments, which were as cheap as "you are awesome".Any accomplished artist will shake his head regretfully when he sees his paintings.

"Mr. Lin, let a dog judge my paintings. Is this really appropriate?"

Qin Ruihe couldn't hold back his temper.In the past, those famous painters whom he invited to see the paintings intentionally or unintentionally gave some comments after considering his paintings.Only Lin Anxia actually let a dog judge the quality of his works!

Lin Anxia keenly felt Qin Ruihe's unhappiness.He didn't want his students to feel self-defeating because their work was rejected, maybe the words he just used were too euphemistic.

"Mr. Qin, don't be angry. There is a reason why I asked Xue Song to judge Mr. Qin's paintings. Your sketches are really realistic, so realistic that they are just like photos. But it is because they are too realistic that Mr. Lin's Sketch has lost its appeal, which means it has no aura. Realism is only a part of what painting needs to achieve, not all of it. After all, there are such things as cameras in this world. Completely copying something does not exist in painting significance."

Lin Anxia sat back on the chair beside Qin Rui and spread the sketch in her hand on her lap.

"I always feel that a good painting should be appreciated by both humans and animals. Although you may not believe this, I am not praising myself, but in fact, the first painting I painted was It’s Xuesong. At that time, I didn’t start painting at all, and I didn’t even have a good pen, but I liked the portrait of Xuesong very much. My father said that it was because I poured my love for Xuesong into my words.”

Lin Anxia's eyelashes twitched slightly, perhaps that painting was the happiest one he had drawn in so many years.

Qin Ruihe looked at Lin Anxia in disbelief, and he began to doubt whether he could really continue to communicate with this artist who might be out of his mind.

It’s not that Qin Ruihe doesn’t know that an artist’s spiritual world is relatively rich, so many people think that an artist is a lunatic, but he always believes that an artist with rich emotions should have basic common sense. In terms of ability, what advantages do humans have over dogs?

He thought this little teacher's art theory was very interesting before, but now it seems...he may be too interesting.

"teacher LIN......"

"I know you don't believe me. It's okay, I'll find that painting and show it to you, and you'll understand!"

He remembered that because he liked that painting very much, he never lost it and kept it.

Qin Ruihe: "..."

Qin Ruihe looked at Lin Anxia who was so earnestly digging out picture scrolls in the jar, and suddenly felt a little funny.What this little teacher said was fantasy to him, but his serious and serious appearance made people like him a little bit.

Qin Rui walked to Lin Anxia with a defeated appearance: "Mr. Lin, I'll help you find it too. It's faster to find it with two people."

Lin Anxia nodded, and pointed to the other corner of the room, "There is still a jar over there. But there are too many things, it's a bit messy, maybe it's hard to find!"

Qin Ruihe walked over according to Lin Anxia's instructions, took out the scrolls in the outline and looked at them one by one, and said indifferently: "It's nothing, I haven't seen a clean and tidy studio so far. "

Suddenly, Qin Rui and sharp-eyed saw a drawing board stuffed in the corner behind the painting cabinet.

Even though Qin Ruihe only saw the side, it still didn't prevent him from seeing that this was a completed painting.It was not rolled up randomly and placed in the painting vat, but was completely fixed on the drawing board. It is obvious that the owner of the painting cherishes it.But... he was tucked away in a corner, even behind a cupboard, as if... his author, didn't want to see it.

"Ms. Lin, can I ask why you put this painting in this corner?"

When Lin Anxia heard this, she paused, her eyes widened in horror.

He turned sharply and shouted, "Don't touch it!"

It's a pity that Qin Ruihe's thirst for knowledge has always allowed him to have no scruples, so before Lin Anxia stopped him, he had already held the painting in his hands.

The first time Qin Ruihe saw this painting, he was deeply affected by the emotions it revealed.

He looked at the painting blankly, his eyes were full of blue, black, and gray, but it was not difficult to find that these three colors combined into a girl, a girl who was crying and dancing in the air.The emotions revealed by the girl are very complex, including sadness, despair, boundless fear and a hint of madness.It is a vivid emotion, Qin Ruihe is sure that anyone who sees this painting will be bound by such a strong emotion, and will be addicted to it and cannot extricate themselves...

But... none of these emotions are negative.Could a person full of so many negative emotions be this innocent boy who likes to bathe dogs in the sun?

Qin Ruihe was immersed in the shock brought to him by the painting, and stared at Lin Anxia blankly.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that Lin Anxia was trembling all over and was about to be unable to stand.

"what happened to you?"

Qin Ruihe hurriedly walked towards Lin Anxia, ​​helped him to the chair and finished.

"Is something uncomfortable?"

Lin Anxia tried her best to calm down her emotions, her eyes turned intentionally or unintentionally to the painting that was still held by Qin Ruihe.It was his work, drawn stroke by stroke.It's a pity that Lin Anxia can't avoid it now like a scourge.

Lin Anxia closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

After her mind stabilized, Lin Anxia said, "It's nothing, I just had a headache just now."

"Headache?"

Qin Ruihe looked at Lin Anxia's obviously pale face with a frown, and said with some disapproval: "If you are sick, you should go to the hospital for treatment. You look very bad."

"It doesn't matter." Lin Anxia shook his head weakly: "It's just a small problem, because I haven't slept well these days, so I have a headache."

"Okay." Lin Anxia patted his face to cheer himself up: "I'm fine."

Lin Anxia took the painting in Qin Ruihe's hand, and said softly, "It's called "Dark Dance". "It was painted in the days after Dad's funeral....But the second half of the sentence was swallowed by him.

Lin Anxia seemed to have lost all her spirit in an instant, which made Qin Ruihe feel a little uncomfortable.

As the grandson of Song Shiyuan, Qin Ruihe is obviously no stranger to Lin Xici, and every painting of Lin Xici is astonishingly amazing.And Lin Anxia, ​​Qin Rui and Ziran had heard about Lin Anxia who became famous at a young age.

But to be honest, Qin Ruihe didn't think Lin Anxia was so great at that time. Like most people, he thought Lin Anxia was just a child. High talent for drawing, but by no means reaching the heights it is boasted about.

While "Nightmare", "Scary Man" and "Affliction" and other works were praised, Qin Ruihe just regarded it as the overheated emotional outburst of the artists.At that time, he didn't take Lin Anxia's award-winning works to heart, and he didn't even read them.

But now, he saw Lin Anxia's "Dark Dance" with his own eyes, and experienced the shocking charm his paintings brought to everyone.He began to believe that the author of "Nightmare", which has been hotly discussed in the art world since ten years ago, did not get his name in vain.

Before today, in Qin Ruihe's view, Lin Anxia was just a young man with a talent for painting, and under the light of his father's halo, he was simply swimming freely in the palace of art.But the shock that "Dark Dance" brought to him today was really impressive.

But.........

"Dancing in the Dark is truly mesmerizing. It expresses emotions that I have never felt before in any work of fine art."

Qin Ruihe thought for a while and said, "However...the other works here, although they are also very attractive, are obviously not as powerful as "Dark Dance"."

Lin Anxia listened to Qin Ruihe's painting, and curled his lips: "Mr. Qin is really polite. It's not so much that other works are not as attractive as "Dark Dance", it's better to say that other works pale in comparison to "Dark Dance". "

Qin Ruihe shook his head in disapproval: "If you take any of the works completed here and show them in the art exhibition, it will be an excellent work. Of course, "Dark Dance" is the best among them."

Lin Anxia looked at the "Dark Dance" in her hand and smiled wryly, "Maybe it's because when I drew it, I used more emotion."

Qin Ruihe didn't want to see Lin Anxia's lost appearance, so he started to change the subject: "That's right. Artists' emotions are the root of their works, and it turns out that only those with rich emotions can draw the best paintings. I can't do it. "

Lin Anxia looked at Qin Ruihe differently: "Mr. Qin found something wrong with your painting?"

Qin Ruihe nodded as a matter of course.He is a conceited person, but at the same time he is also a smart person. After seeing Lin Anxia's "Dark Dance", he already understood the reason why he was always unable to get the approval of his grandfather.

In Qin Ruihe's 5 years of life from the age of 20 to now, he has drawn countless paintings, and it's not that none of them are outstanding, but it's a pity...the most outstanding one...

Thinking of this, Qin Ruihe's expression became gloomy in an instant.

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