The last smile.
We couldn't see the man's face clearly in the dim light. There is a spherical lantern hanging in the center of the ceiling above the bar, which rotates at a constant speed. Every three seconds, a color will sweep his face in the corner. Blue, long and narrow eyes, red, with swaying hair at the corners of the mouth. Yellow, with a neat row of silver rings on his ears. I can see that this is not an ordinary person. Let's guess his occupation, and he just watched the amber liquid stop any exercise (if breathing and heartbeat were excluded from "exercise"). A writer? ! There is a great chance. Aren't all young writers like him decadent in this society? Painter? ! It is also possible. Musical man? ! Although this sentence is a bit vulgar, we should be glad that no one has called those decadent musicians "musicians" yet. Perhaps his concert is more popular with others, but it may never be accommodated by the academic community. According to Zongshang, he should be a person connected with art, otherwise he may just be a punk. He put the glass of wine to his mouth, but he didn't realize that his hair had fallen below the water. His Adam's apple moved and the edge of the glass left his thin mouth. Two-thirds of the liquid in the cup was missing, and his eyes flashed at the door. Is he waiting for someone?
In front of the bar, a man with a shaved head and a thick beard came in. People like these two are gathered here. They are not ordinary people or white-collar workers who work eight hours a day, and they have to pay overtime accordingly. When they wander around the city, they will attract countless eyes, although it is strange. Bald beard (please forgive me for calling him that when I don't know his identity) walked into the bar and stopped at the door for about a few seconds. He quickly scanned the whole bar and saw everyone, including the guy hiding in the corner. After seeing the bald beard and head, his eyes were a little disappointed. He's not waiting for a bald man.
Soon, someone appeared in front of the bar. Not one this time, but a group. There are men and women in this group. The woman with long legs looks a little wobbly. Every step, it takes her a few seconds to stop shaking. At the same time, her hand was stuck in her red hair all the time, dragging her falling head. Several others showed signs of being drunk. It seems that these people are not what he wants to wait for, they are just a group of fools who want to get drunk.
A man came up to him, and it was obvious that he respected him very much. When the man came up to him, he had stood up and got ready. Before this man appeared, 12 customers joined the bar and 9 people left at the same time. In the meantime, he still kept the original static state, and the minutes on his watch had crossed the 90-degree angle.
"You're here at last!"
"I'm not late." The man showed off the expensive watch in his left hand.
"Yes, you're not late. I'm early. " His eyes showed boredom, but he tried to endure it. "How much is it worth? Old price? " He picked up a piece of wood on the ground. God, everyone can't help screaming when they see the woodcut, of course, if this person knows Van Gogh. You can't believe that the painting in his hand looks like Van Gogh's Sunflower. Don't! That's simply! It turns out that he is a painter.
"Last time I finally bought the goods, I just ... saw you look so familiar ... old price, just old price."
"Mao Ge, it's only been a day. Aren't you selling a good painting?"
"Hey, boy, are you too few? ! "
"No, that's not what I mean. It's just that I'm short of money recently. Now that the price of paper has gone up, paintings can't be calculated at the old price. " He looks like a clown, and he is also the lowest clown in the underworld in Hong Kong comedies.
"Well, crayons, we haven't known each other for a day or two. If we add $50, we can't ask for any more. "
"good! That's settled. " His eyes showed satisfaction, but his eyes still showed pain.
Mao Ge took out three stacks of RMB from his trouser pocket and handed him a thin stack called crayons. The crayon also gave the picture to Mao Ge.
"Buy me a drink. You have made a lot of money recently. "
"Very good."
A man named Mao Ge asked for a cheap beer and sat next to him. His body swayed to the rhythm of the music. He looked at Mao Ge's bearded chin and had an impulse to hit him. "bang!" Uppercut! Beautiful! Mao Ge was knocked to the ground, and the beer glass didn't fly out through the parabolic orbit, but rose from one end and hit Mao Ge's head. Mao Ge? It looks like a cat. In fact, he knew that his thoughts were a little ungrateful. If Mao Ge hadn't bought his first painting when he first came to this place, I'm afraid he would have left this world long ago. If Mao Ge hadn't rented a house for him, he would still live in the street. If Mao Ge didn't buy some paintings from time to time and sell them to some tourists, he might not even have the money to buy painting tools. However, it is precisely because of the poor cat's words, "Young man, play while you are young, and one day you will wake up and understand that art cannot be exchanged with food." He has a strange rejection. He picked up his wine. This time, his hair can't hang down to the surface of the liquid. After his Adam's apple rolled up and down a few times, the liquid in the cup quickly disappeared. Slender hands gently put the cup on the table, and a thin layer of liquid remained quietly in the cup, so little that people could not see that it was amber. He stood up, walked to the bar, took out his wallet, took out a bill and gave it to the waiter, waiting quietly for the balance to recover. The waiter is a dull little girl with a lovely baby face, but she deliberately dresses up very mature, although it is only a few coins, cheapskate! As usual, she cursed him in her heart, but there was no disgust or blame. He is not rich, money is very important to him, and so is she, he thought, her mouth rising. In fact, although this man appeared frequently in this landlord two years ago, she knew little about him. She knows that in this small town full of so-called artists, he lives a comfortable life like everyone else. He is a painter. She has never seen his own works, because every time he sells them to Mao Ge, he imitates famous paintings, especially Van Gogh's Sunflower.
He walked out of the shower. I stood at the door, looking left and right. After thinking for ten seconds, I finally decided to go right. Walk for about ten minutes, then turn right at the third crossing, and turn right again into a narrow lane after walking for less than ten minutes. His figure suddenly disappeared in an alley crossing, as if falling into an endless black hole. Fortunately, the most advanced theory is that things involved in black holes may still appear again. Obviously, I'm used to how to go upstairs in the dark and find his home. Steady and comfortable steps, every step is equal. When he reached the door, his steps stopped suddenly.
"Who are you?" Unexpected sound.
"Me, I'm Mimi, are you a crayon?" A girl's voice sounded. When he came back, she blocked his door with a big bag. By the light of the opposite building, he finally recognized that it was a person.
"Yes, what can I do for you?"
"I saw your painting" Beggar "in the book. I like it very much, and my greatest wish is to become a painter. Can you teach me? "
"Me?" He's smiling. He is really a lovely child. He is a painter himself. "Happy Begging for the Capital" was painted before I came to this place. It was a middle-aged man playing guitar in the street. At that time, he lived a noisy life in that bustling city and indulged in a garbage-like life every day. He thinks artists are always in trouble, but there are still some journalists and friends who help him become a painter. When he knew that there was another place as full of artists as a small town, he gave up everything and came here to start a new life. When he came here, he found himself very young. He stayed. Unfortunately, before he succeeded, he only made a living by painting something that imitated other people's fashion and selling it to Mao Ge. I didn't expect someone to tell him about his love for Le Beggar and ask him to teach her to draw. Ha, God is really a humorous guy. A gust of wind is blowing, and the weather in late autumn has begun to get cold. He took out his key and opened the door. "Come on in!"
"Where is the light switch? It's so dark! "
"On the right side of the door. Do not drive! Black air makes people breathe more smoothly, doesn't it? "
"But, I can't see anything clearly! ! "The girl named Mimi is in a mess in her mind. She worships him. The picture" Beggar "in her memory is full of ignorance of the art of the town, cold weather, lonely waiting in the empty corridor, an empty heart, a strange and familiar male painter, and a sentence" Don't drive! " Shocked. She calmed her jumping heart and finally said this sentence.
He thought she was funny when he heard her voice full of fear. He stopped, turned around, returned to the door at the original speed, and pressed the button on the right. The small light bulb in the corner of the room lit up, and the whole room was shrouded in a dark yellow. She can clearly see his position, messy room and the road under her feet, but she still can't see his face clearly. This man filled her with curiosity. Of course, this curiosity arose as early as the first time she saw his name, and now this feeling is even stronger.
Another sun has risen, another day. Mimi recalled her experience when she first came to the town, and suddenly felt that time passed so quickly, and that day seemed far away. And it's really far away At that time, she defected from a rich life and came to the town to find her dream lover. She didn't know anything, only because of a painting that shocked her, she began to look for it. Later, I found a crayon and lived happily with him for three years. Then he left, and she began to be the guardian of his soul. "I will live here until one day my soul meets crayons again." She still lives in the house that once belonged to crayons. The whole house, except for her and the painting, is no different from many years ago. She has been trying to keep everything in this house carefully, because she is sure that the crayon has not left and his soul still lives in this house.
Mimi, a new girl, finally entered his house after paying half the rent and promising to do all the housework. At first Mimi was obedient and careful in everything, which made him very satisfied. But within three days, after she met him, she violated all the original agreements except half rent, as if he had become her slave. In those days, the happiest thing for her was to cause him some trouble on purpose occasionally. He showed helplessness and laughter at her childish behavior. Everyone in the town is talking about a girl who turned around from nowhere and gave him sunshine. He was lying on the bed, and the room presented a messy feeling. Thick curtains block out the sun. No matter day or night, there will always be no bright light in the room. He indulged his soul in the dark space and made it close to God. She is knocking at the door. Knock on the door. Just a moment, please. Knock on the door. Twice. Knock on the door. Three times. "Have lunch!" Facing the unshakable door, she summoned up her courage. Reach out your right hand and grab the handle on the door. With a twist, the door opened! When she walked in, she suddenly fell into a dark world, and the whole room revealed a cold breath of death. God, how can people live in this environment! She walked to the window by the dim light. Whew! The curtain was opened and the whole room became bright. Sunlight overflowed everywhere, and dust danced in the light beam. He couldn't stand the sudden light and had to get up. This is the first time he has a morning. From then on, she opened the curtains every day until one day, he stopped closing them.
He is a painter, so is she. On the night when she first met him, it was impossible to guess that his painting environment would be like that. When she was sleeping in her studio to see Duke Zhou, the light suddenly came on. She was awakened by the dazzling light and looked up. The wrought iron wall clock on the wall shows the time is 2: 30. God, she found cold sweat beads on her head, only to find out how strong the light is. It's incredible. This dedicated man is the one who vacillates in the dark and tells her in a rambling voice that black is easier to breathe. In fact, almost every self-righteous artist has special habits. Some people want to use a specific brand of painting tools, some people need XO to accompany them when they create, and even Mimi herself has to paint in a quiet and tidy place, and put a bunch of Bai Baihe in the painting place. However, at 2: 30 at night, you can be the lamp of the heater. What a strange guy.
Mimi stroked her uneven face, plop! She seemed to hear his heartbeat, which was hidden behind thick paint. After such a long time, what remains unchanged is the fishy smell that can't be removed with any spices. No one would have thought that the smell came from his blood. Using diluted human blood to mix pigments, she didn't understand how he did it. Why can't you see blood on the painting? Why do you just stare at the sea for a minute, then close your eyes and see his face smile like never before? That smile is so bright and peaceful. Just like his face last night. She can't forget it, and she will never forget it. What she saw in the alternation of day and night was the most disgusting, tragic and unforgettable experience in her life. The painter crayon, whom she admired, got the first trip to heaven in the studio they were all familiar with. It's 65438+February 25th. When she saw him, he sat askew in a cold and hard chair, as if asleep. However, she knew that it was not as simple as falling asleep. He never falls asleep while painting. Under the direct light of 30-40 degrees, ordinary people are not easy to fall asleep. He does not belong to ordinary people. But when he "loves with his life", he will never fall asleep. He has been trying to imitate masterpieces for three days and nights, and a short night can't make him hard to support. When she walked into him, she found that she was really right. He's not asleep. Red liquid is flowing on the floor. There was a strong smell in the air. She saw a piece of paper with several words written on it-the last smile. She understands, totally. He can finally love what he loves with his life. He was sincerely pleased with his success, but tears blurred her eyes. Everything after that is in an illusory and false situation. It seemed like a dream, but when she thought it was time to wake up, the death of crayon came true.
He went to Mimi's room, closed the door gently and turned on the light. The light stung his eyes, as if he had been blinded by a needle, and it hurt badly. Finally, he gave up and closed his eyes, wondering why there was a green light ahead. He always repeats his creation like a desert, and at the same time he repeatedly thinks about the problem of green light after closing his eyes. He found some scientists in the town and wanted them to help him crack it. A chemist told him that the problem belonged to physicists. He found the only physicist. The physicist said that he didn't study optics, but he thought it might be related to the persistence of vision. Damn it! They are all assholes. Not only did they not make him understand, but they were confusing.
After Mimi paid the rent for half a year, she copied some conversations in another book when she was sorting out her diary.
Michelle Obama: I love you!
Stop it!
Michelle Obama: Do you love me?
Wax: I only love painting!
Note: That heartless guy made me cry all night. )
Amy: Teach me to draw.
Wax: I even need someone to teach me!
Jeremy: Not the basic skill of painting. I have studied these for many years. What I want to learn is conception, exactly how to describe it better from the best angle.
Wax: It's very simple. Draw something that surprises you.
Jeremy: Did Beggar shock you?
That was a long time ago. One day, I began to want to give up because I couldn't stand some things. In me; Passing through the underground passage, I saw a middle-aged man in rags playing this guitar in an almost deserted passage. He has been playing seriously and full of passion. I found that I really can't give up easily. He stuck to what he loved in such a bad situation, and I, what reason can I give up? !
Jeremy: How can I become a good painter and draw good pictures?
Wax: Like Van Gogh, love this art with your life!
………
"How can I become a good painter and draw good pictures?"
"Like Van Gogh, love this art with your life."
Mimi ruined his business with Mao Ge. This is the first time since he knew Mao Ge. When he was still asking Mao Ge for a higher price, she suddenly appeared and bought the painting-the price was three times higher than that of Mao Ge, and Mao Ge almost vomited blood. "In the future, someone will be willing to pay 300 times the price for this painting." Sure enough, in that whole month, Mao Ge never bought a painting from him again. Until the first weekend of the second month, he personally went to Mao Ge's house with a bundle of beer to apologize to Mao Ge, and was willing to accept his paintings again at the original price.
The bar is still his frequent place. Later, the waitress in the bar recalled the difference when he died and said that the cheapskate never came until I gave him change. He left that day without waiting for me to give him change, and the money he gave that day was many times as much as usual. I was thinking, is he a crayon?
The biological clock made him wake up at 2: 25 in the morning. He lit a cigarette and finished it in bed. The whole room was filled with smoke. He went out of his room and into Mimi's room. He went straight to Mimi's bed. He stopped 30 centimeters away from the bed. His eyes looked at Mimi's face. Looking at her thinner body than three years ago, he felt a sense of guilt that he had never felt before. In the past three years, she has really suffered a lot with him. She is the daughter of a rich family, which he knows. She has never been a lady in front of him and always obeys him. Because she loves him. He knows her love, and he knows that he loves her. But neither she nor he said. She is afraid that he doesn't love her. He was afraid that he loved her too much. He is selfish, art is his life, and there is no room for anything else in his heart. Now, his life is about to dissolve in his love. "Mimi, have a good sleep." Close the door for her, turn around and walk into the studio. "pa!" He turned on the light. He didn't try to face the bright light with his eyes as usual. He knew that something great was waiting for him. He went straight to the easel and sat in the chair in front of it. At this time, the clock on the wall just set half past two. He smiled, picked up a knife from the side and cut it to the back of his hand.
He looked at the finished work carefully, trying to find some imperfections to improve it. A certain part of his body is suffering from severe pain, and his consciousness is gradually beginning to blur. Outside the hot and bright studio, the stars have gradually become silent. He raised his brush, and I don't know why it suddenly became heavy. He brushed the painting lightly with a brush and put it down again, with a satisfied smile on his face. Irresistible fatigue finally pushed his eyes away. At present, there is a bright spot in the darkness, and the bright spot is gradually expanding. He saw a person smiling at him, a golden aperture faintly flashing on that person's head, and the ear was surrounded by the softly sung "Hallelujah". It's over! Is it really over? Don't! It suddenly occurred to him that something should be left for those who like him and those who hate him. He tried to open his eyes, and spent the whole night writing a line on a piece of waste paper-the last smile. He wanted to write something else, but he dropped his pen and couldn't pick it up anyway. His forehead was covered with sweat, and his eyes opened a crack with great effort, making it a little difficult to breathe. Forget it, someone will understand, he said to himself. He habitually went to get a cigarette, only to find that his hands could not move, and the heat on his body was constantly dissipating, and it was getting colder and colder in the greenhouse. It's over! Really! He took a deep breath and closed his eyes forever. At this time, the sun has risen.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the painting in front of you is the last painting of Mr. Crayon, the greatest painter of this century-the last smile. It is said that this painting was painted with his blood, so it still retains a faint scent of blood. It is the most successful and famous work of crayon, and it is also his masterpiece. You may wonder how it can be called "the last smile", because it is just a sunset on the sea, which involves another legend. When the painter painted this work with his life, he also carved his soul on it. Those who truly respect him and recognize him can see his smile at the last moment as long as they carefully read his paintings and close their eyes to pray for him. "