Chapter 297

"Guo Jianming's comments reminded me of the well-known theme in a dream of Red Mansions - centering on the daily life of rongguofu, taking the love and marriage tragedies of Baoyu, Daiyu and Baochai as the main line, and the trivia in the Grand View Garden, and taking the history of the four noble families of Jinling, Jia, Wang, Xue and Shi, from prosperity to decline as the dark line, showing the inevitable trend that the feudal society at a dead end will eventually perish." Chu Jiang said slowly.

"Everyone knows this theme. Why do you say it again?" Guo Jianming said dismissively, with disdain on his face.

"But I've been thinking, how could Cao Xueqin at that time foresee the decline of feudal society?" In the face of Guo Jianming's dissatisfaction, Chu Jiang continued with a faint smile, "I personally think Cao Xueqin at that time just wanted to create a large number of beauties that have been passed down through the ages."

Perhaps Chu Jiang talked about beautiful women, and the surrounding people pricked their ears and unconsciously drew closer.

"Bright and charming" Xue Baochai, romantic Lindaiyu, good at amorous feelings, Ke Qing with moon appearance, Xue Baoqin who is better than painting, and Wang Xifeng who can't love in his heart... "Chu Jiang continued," as for novels, the most eternal thing is definitely character images. The so-called scenes and environments serve characters, and many of the so-called central ideas are added by later generations. "

Guo Jianming is also a smart man. Chu Jiang knows three things after he says it. He sneers and says aggressively, "you mean I impose the meaning that women are not vases on this painting?"

"You can understand it like this. When judging paintings, different people always have different opinions." Chu Jiang said faintly, "I just think the author of this beautiful woman holding a vase should not think so much."

"What is the purpose of the author's painting?" Guo Jianming asked without any concession. In fact, Chu Jiang's sentence of different people have different opinions, and wise people have different opinions. However, Guo Jianming didn't want to go down the stairs. He always thought that what he commented on was correct.

"Sometimes we do things without any purpose. If we insist on it, the author of this painting should just want to give people a hint, an imagination. In the hint and imagination, it gives people a feeling of pleasure or beauty!" Chu Jiang finally expressed his views.

This is a view drawn from the most emotional point of view.

Just when Guo Jianming was about to refute, a 30-year-old youth with a little messy hair hurried to Chujiang. He was wearing jeans with a hole in his knee. Maybe he cut them himself or accidentally broke them when chasing a beautiful woman.

"This gentleman has spoken my truest thoughts!" The cowboy man shook Chu Jiang's hand excitedly, as if he had met an old friend in a foreign country. His eyes with glasses were shining.

Obviously, this cowboy man is the author of this oil painting of a half fruit beauty holding a vase.

Through his glasses, Peng Yuqin suddenly found that the cowboy man was holding the same obscene eyes as Chujiang.

Even the author of the painting shook hands and hugged Chu Jiang warmly. What else can Guo Jianming say? Who should the students around turn their admiration to?

Shouldn't it be the childcare he asked? Guo Jianming can only use this excuse to temporarily balance his psychology.

After a simple exchange with the cowboy man, Chu Jiang took Peng Yuqin to another exhibition hall. He just came up to enjoy the oil paintings and commented on what? Beauty sometimes doesn't need to be said.

The words in this exhibition hall are green, not that the painting is green, but that the content in the painting is full of green flavor. For example, under the black tile white wall, a childish girl with two pigtails hopped to school; For example, at the entrance of an ancient alley, a boy in a Dacron shirt was riding a phoenix bike looking at something; For example, a girl's eyes, just one eye, without any background.

This exhibition hall seems very cold. After all, several exhibition halls outside are full of half fruit and full fruit beauties. It's said that if there are beauties who don't appreciate them, it's a thunderbolt. Yes, most people come here to appreciate not the painting itself, but the beauty in the painting.

And this exhibition hall, there is no physical temptation, no bright color, just a simple taste and nostalgic figure.

The audience message book is placed in a corner of the exhibition hall, and a few big words are posted next to the message book, "what's that look? The answer is correct before 8 o'clock, there are gifts."

Isn't it nearly eight o'clock? It's also a gift. It's OK to give red wine at the red wine conference. You can go back and drink it at night; It's boring to send pictures at the exhibition. Brother Jiang doesn't have this hobby.

Curious Chu Jiang walked over and wrote 20 or 30 lines on the message book, then signed his name and attached his phone number. If you don't pay attention to the meaning of your eyes, it's good to get a souvenir.

Surprise eyes, hope eyes, love eyes... There are all kinds of statements on the message board. There are 100 Lin Daiyu in the eyes of 100 readers. One look can really explain many, many different meanings, but what meaning does the author want to express? Of course, only the author knows.

Why is this look so familiar? Yes, it's very similar to Peng Yuqin's eyes!

Peng Yuqin was completely stunned when she saw the eyes in this painting, standing there foolishly and deeply settling in her own memories. This is the charm of Art - the role of resonance.

Chu Jiang didn't bother Peng Yuqin, but just walked gently to the front of the message board. When he wanted to stretch out his hand, suddenly a hand picked up the pen faster than him.

Chu Jiang looked up. Why do Guo Jianming and his gang always want to be like assholes? Chu Jiang even admired Guo Jianming's courage to fight and lose repeatedly. He was really a person more powerful than ah Q.

"Chu Jiang, I'll come first." Guo Jianming said with a smile, and then he thought he was very elegant and wrote "adoring eyes" on the message board, and then solemnly signed his name with his mobile phone number.

Bai yanlang didn't want to fall behind, and also wrote "discharge eyes". Zhang Qian even wrote it, and she wrote "lingering eyes".

Chu Jiang just smiled faintly. When they finished writing, he walked up lazily and wrote a few words lightly, without signing, let alone writing his mobile phone number.

Guojianming and Bai yanlang glanced intentionally or unintentionally, and then a mocking smile appeared on their faces.

Write casually, how can it be such a look? No wonder you dare not sign your name.

When Guo Jianming wanted to be sarcastic again, he walked into a tall woman wearing a white shirt from outside the hall. The wide white shirt had a bit of boyfriend style, but it looked a bit casual and street on her. Wear a black vest inside, unfasten a number of buttons on the chest generously, the hem is free to scatter, and match it with calf slim jeans, which is very artistic.