"Hey, Gu An, do you want to go and see this art exhibition?"
Gu An was dragged by his friend to the entrance of the art exhibition. At this time, he still stuffed a bunch of skewers sprinkled with spicy powder that he just bought after school.
"Ah, wait a minute, I haven't finished eating yet, and besides, I don't know anything about art, why don't you go."
My friend looked at the exhibition board and said in amazement: "No, no, I'll wait for you to finish eating. You must go to this art exhibition Take a look, this painter looks similar to you, and I think you will look like this in another twenty years."
Gu An moved a few steps forward, and described the painter's life experience in detail on the exhibition board, saying that he He was born in engineering and became a monk halfway to learn art, but he showed extraordinary ability and talent in art. After suffering from depression for a long time, he insisted on creating during that period. Until now, he has created the first a painting exhibition.
Depression...
Gu An looked up slowly, and met the artist's photo.
He was stunned, feeling inexplicably sad, as if a boulder had fallen from the sky to press down on his heart. At that moment, he was so depressed that it was difficult for him to breathe smoothly.
It is indeed... like. It's just that the sense of familiarity was too overwhelming, and he firmly believed that he had never seen this painter before.
For a moment, he even forgot to chew his favorite spicy skewers. Seeing that he seemed to be interested, his friend snatched his few mouthfuls of spicy skewers and threw them into the trash can beside him, and dragged him into the art exhibition in a hurry center.
After entering the art exhibition, that strange feeling is no longer so obvious. Gu An came back to his senses, saw his friend turning on his mobile phone to take a photo and check in familiarly, and sighed involuntarily. The artist introduced that he was over forty years old, but this was the first art exhibition he held in his life. Gu An looked around, even he who was not good at art could see the excellence and brilliance of the works inside. The content of this painting exhibition is mainly based on landscapes. The painter's colors are realistic and even gloomy, as if all the scenes are shrouded in this gloomy weather, making the atmosphere of the painting exhibition quiet and gloomy.
Gu An couldn't help but sigh when he thought of the poster saying that he was an "artist in a cloudy sky" and that he had suffered from a long period of depression.
The art exhibition should be very famous, and there were many spectators around. He followed the flow of people and broke up with his friends. I have to wait for him at the door for a while, he thought helplessly.
When turning a corner, he suddenly found that there were very few people here, so he planned to take a breather here. There is also a painting hanging on the exhibition board here, but it is very incompatible with all the previous works, and even the painting skills are very different.
——It’s actually a cartoon, it shows a teenager playing basketball under the sun, it looks very carefully drawn, unlike all the gloomy works I saw before, the whole style of this painting is very bright and cheerful, Even a little naive and laughable.
But Gu An felt that familiar and sad feeling from just now surged up again. He couldn't help looking away, and found that besides him, there was another slender and tall man standing in front of the painting, who was also standing in front of the painting and staring at him with a calm, even solemn expression—even though his face That's right, such a painting.
"Ah, Gu An, are you here?" A friend came up from behind and twittered away, "I'm still looking for you, why did you disappear after taking a picture? Hey, why are you looking at this picture... ...How can this be posted? I feel that I can draw too...no, even you can draw it, hahaha."
"Shhh!" Gu An rolled his eyes, and under his friend's comment, he resumed Start to think about the painting carefully. Every line, every color... seems a little familiar, and he feels that he can indeed draw a similar work-no bragging.
The man had already left at some point, and there were only him and his friend left in this area. He always felt uncomfortable staying in this art exhibition, so he whispered to his friend: "How about we go?... I'm going home late and my mother is going to talk about me again."
"Hahaha, then I'll be with you let's go. Your mother won't scold you if I go to your house to have dinner." The friend naturally put his arms around Gu An's shoulders and said with a smirk.
Gu An had nothing to do with him, and said helplessly, "Yeah, let's go."
When we left the exhibition, the sky was blue and the sun was just right. The two quickly forgot the works of art they had seen before, and hurried to the distance
