V8.chapter 1

The weather is cool. After several autumn rains, it's time to wear sweaters.

The "original heart art museum" is located in a third tier old city. It is rare to have a street with rich academic atmosphere. What's more, the shops here are all private.

Benxin art museum is located between Benxin library and Benxin cinema. From the name, the operator should belong to the same boss.

The boss seems to be very self willed. The opening hours of the art museum are from 21:00 p.m. to 9:00 a.m. the next day, and the admission fee is 30 yuan.

It's also the first paid gallery that several people have experienced.

Wei Dong looked at the opening hours on the door of the Art Gallery: "I'm up. The first time I see a nightclub style art gallery."

More people's eyes are attracted by the eye-catching billboards at the door - the theme of this weekend's art exhibition is to talk about a mature love in late autumn.

There is also a small character beside it: the art gallery cafeteria is open at the same time at night.

Dressed in the same pullover, Mu Yiran and Ke Xun stand together. They are like lovers pursuing petty bourgeoisie sentiment. They are ready to "talk about a mature love". Their colors are also in line with the late autumn. Mu Yiran is dark camel, and Ke Xun is warm beige.

"The weekend is the day for us to enter the museum," Zhu Haowen said dryly, "that is to say, we can't see the paintings ahead of time."

"Unless we contact the owner of the gallery in advance." It was Qin CI who spoke.

"In fact, it has been contacted. The host is a young girl named Su Benxin." Mu Yi Ran exposed his "research clues" these days.

"What did the girl say?" For the first time, Ke Xun heard Mu Yi Ran say this.

Mu Yiran's expression was somewhat helpless: "she said that we are welcome to provide paintings. This art gallery is based on free creation. Anyone can put their own works of art in it as long as they feel appropriate, and mark them with the price they think is appropriate."

"In this way, the flow of the art exhibition will be even greater, and it may be possible to hang new works at any time on the exhibition day." Qin CI originally wanted to frown, but when he looked up to see the new moon in the sky and the boundless clear night sky, he couldn't help but bend his eyebrows. "Let's do it, love who."

Everyone was affected by Dr. Qin's rare open-minded optimism. Ke Xun even proposed to go to the cinema nearby. Anyway, he could not wait for a bird.

So, six men came to the small cinema with simple style next to them. Rowe was at the end. This man was not talkative. After the departure of the last painting, he became more and more reticent.

Movie tickets are very cheap, 15 yuan. The food on the cinema is not the conventional coke and popcorn, but hot coffee and jujube cake, as well as small bags of orange brown sugar.

There are three films in total, which are played circularly. The titles of the films are "the dark yellow of heaven and earth", "autumn hate of the guest road" and "Princess Sisi".

Wei Dong confessed: "I've seen the last one. My mother loves to watch this film."

"Me too," Ke Xun looked at Mu Yiran, "the first time I watched a movie together, I didn't expect to catch up with such a wave of alternative films."

"Good." Mu Yi ran a smile, like the spring breeze in late autumn.

Kexun went to buy the ticket, and from time to time he asked everyone, "there are homemade bean popsicles here. Who will eat them?"

It's too cold for anyone to eat.

So they went into the cinema with their hot coffee and chose the right seats according to their eyesight and preferences. Mu Yi Ran, Ke Xun, was sitting in the penultimate row, Rowe was sitting in the front row closest to the door, and the other three people were sitting in the middle and back row, which was the most comfortable viewing angle.

There are only six members in the whole cinema. Wei Dong can't help but feel like he is in the picture

"The number is not right." Zhu Haowen has no expression.

Qin gave a silent smile and ate orange brown sugar in the side. The sugar with the taste of licorice and tangerine peel slowly softened in the mouth, as if the taste of childhood.

The cinema lights went dark and the name of the film appeared on the big screen: Baraka.

"Is there no wrong film? Isn't the first film called "the great man" Wei Dong is very puzzled.

Zhu Haowen said expressionless: "it's the dark yellow of heaven and earth."

"That's almost the same ~ now this string of letters is too much, although my English is not very good, but this string of letters should have nothing to do with the dark yellow of heaven and earth." Wei Dong stopped for a moment, looked at the silent long scenes in the film, persisted for a while, did not understand what was going on, and continued to say, "right, put the wrong film."

"It's not English, it's ancient 'Sloan," Baraka means blessing. "

Wei Dong was staring at the confusing scene of the film. He tried to think for a while, but he still couldn't understand it? I don't see it. Howie, do you know this? But what does blessing have to do with the dark yellow of heaven and earth? "

"I don't know Yi's LAN language, which is also seen from the film reviews. After you have seen the whole film, you will find the translation of heaven and earth xuanhuang very appropriate."Wei Dong looked at it for a moment: "I can't stand this kind of silent film. It looks like a documentary."

"This is a documentary."

“…… Yes Weidong still has a lot of questions, such as why there is no explanation in the documentary, but he still swallows it down. There are so many puzzling things in the world. Is there anything more puzzling and puzzling than the painting?

Wei Dong couldn't watch such a movie for a minute, but he didn't feel bored at the moment. Perhaps the unspeakable things expressed in the film can only be more deeply felt after going in and out of the painting.

Life and death are impermanent.

In the second half of the film, Zhu Haowen gently stood up and left the scene silently. Opening the side door, he found the wind very cold. He put his windbreaker cap around his head, put his hands in his pocket and gently brought the door up with his feet.

The waiting room was small and crude. Zhu Haowen simply walked to the door of the cinema and lit a cigarette in the night wind. He looked at the night sky calmly, still without expression.

After a while, another figure came out of the cinema. It was Rowe.

The two men stood in the dark, silent for a long time.

"What kind of situation do you think will happen to huatui this time?" Unexpectedly, Rowe was the first to speak.

Zhu Haowen looked at the cold star in the night sky: "none of us can figure out his intention."

"I thought you were the most willing to guess."

"In the face of this disastrous game, each of us will not hesitate to rack our brains, because all of us cherish our lives."

"You cherish your life, but enjoy the game."

Zhu Haowen laughed: "maybe."

"Because of this, there may be views that are different from those of others." In Rowe's dead eyes, there is a desire to win that is beyond his nature. This unfortunate "passive adventure" seems more willing to be interpreted as "active revenge".

Zhu Haowen looked at Rowe with a kind of serious look, but he was also aware that all the warnings at this time would not be heard by the person in front of him. He turned his head and took a few puffs of smoke. It seemed that he changed the topic with a mockery: "do you know about Yaosi Yamamoto?"

Rowe obviously didn't expect the other side's "divine turn." after thinking for a while, he said, "is it a Japanese? Writing reasoning? "

"A Japanese designer whose style is known as anti fashion." Every time Zhu Haowen thinks of this "anti fashion style", he feels that it's a bit unreasonable. It's just that "anti fashion style" is talked about by "fashion circles".

As a tech man, Rowe doesn't know and is not interested in the field of designers and so on. At the moment, he is straightforward: "what do you want to say? Is it helpful for us to understand this Japanese painting in the next step? "

"Maybe it didn't help at all, or maybe it helped a lot." Zhu Haowen wants to let the other party settle down, so he is not in a hurry to reveal the answer.

Obviously, Rowe is in a bad mood. This unhappiness has continued since his girlfriend died in the painting. "I don't think we should settle down and" watch the film "now. The art gallery is in front of us, and the paintings we want to enter are in the gallery. As long as we want to enter, we have 100 ways to get in! You don't have to wait until 21:00 on the weekend! "

Zhu Haowen is not anxious, looking at Rowe: "I thought we were still on the topic of Yamamoto Yaosi."

Rowe clenched his fist. "How can this Japanese help us?"

"He may help us to recognize ourselves." Zhu Haowen's tone is still peaceful, but his eyes are completely fixed on Rowe. "I never think we are painting for others. I mean, anyone else."

Rowe's frown didn't loosen, but his tone softened a little: "I, this range is too wide, sometimes my definition can include others, even the world."

Zhu Haowen chuckled and didn't go on with the topic. Instead, he said in a calm tone: "we also said that we went back to Yamamoto. This man once said something -" you can't see yourself. You can only understand yourself if you bounce back against some powerful things. ". Therefore, when you collide with something very strong, something terrible, something of high standard, then you will know what "yourself" is. This is the self. "

For a long time, Rowe did not say anything, and Zhu Haowen did not say anything.

Under the boundless night, two men stand at the gate of the old cinema in the old city, like a painting from life that has been shelved for a long time. The ink color fades into a kind of pale yellow. It is also like that one night they accidentally overturn the tea stains that fall down and cannot be wiped off. They are pressed under the glass plate with brand marks for many years.

Night engulfed everything, but Zhu Haowen still heard the other side said: "thank you."

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