Chapter 4

"What do you say?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was suddenly raised: "why don't you come again? How long have you been back home? How can I get together with my brothers? "

Zhuang Yan held the cell phone a little farther from his ear.

He walked alone on the path beside Qiuming lake. Evergreen trees are planted on the Bank of Qiuming lake. Even in autumn, it is green and the scenery is very bright. Some people say that is why it is called Qiuming lake.

Some people also say that Qiuming means autumn moon, because the lake is half moon type. Later, the tip of the half moon was excavated and introduced into the lakeside villa. The artificial lake introduced is called the inner lake, and the original Qiuming lake is called the outer lake.

"I'm not free tonight." Zhuang Yan said.

Qi Rui said, "you said that yesterday, the day before yesterday, and so did you the day before yesterday."

Zhuang Yan interrupted him: "yes, I'm not free this week."

Qi Rui:

"When you are free, you can say exactly what you want."

Zhuang Yan said impatiently, "look at my mood."

In winter, the lakeside is not generally cold. The wind blows from the lake, as if it can drill in from the collar, making people shiver all over.

Zhuangyan's hand is in his coat bag. The hand holding the mobile phone has no sense and is frozen to red and purple.

He didn't want to call in this situation at all.

Zhuang Yan: "if there is nothing else, I will hang up first."

"Wait!" Qi Rui failed to make him wish, "I heard a gossip about you these two days. Do you want to hear it?"

Zhuang Yan is eager to say no. Qi Rui guessed that he would refuse, and said directly: "do you know that you broke up a pair of loving couples and broke a good marriage?"

“？？？”

Zhuangyan: "talk about people."

Qi Rui asked, "do you know Xie Ning?"

As he walked, Zhuang Yan replied, "I don't know. Who is he? "

"My boyfriend from Xuqing University."

Zhuang Yan had no expression: "I don't know who Xu Qing is."

Qi Rui: "don't talk about it. The student who chased you all the time before you went abroad was still disgusting, crying and saying that he would wait for you to return home. I didn't expect to see a new goal in the first place."

Zhuang Yan: "it's very good. It won't bother me."

Qi Rui added, "but they broke up not long ago."

Zhuang Yan would like to hang up directly.

Qi Rui then said: "I heard that the reason for breaking up has something to do with you."

Zhuang Yan said: "I have just returned home, Xu Qing and Xie..."

"Xie Ning." Qi Rui reminds way.

"I haven't seen Xu Qing and I don't know Xie Ning. What's the matter with me?"

Qi Rui said: "I heard that it was because you came back home that Xu Qing couldn't let go of your white moonlight and abandoned her boyfriend ruthlessly."

Zhuang Yan sneered: "let him go!"

"I have also heard that Xu Qing and Xie Ning associate because he thinks that Xie Ning is very similar to you and regards people as your double."

Zhuang Yan frowned slightly and did not speak.

Qi Rui: "to tell you the truth, I think Xu Qing can do such a disgusting thing as using a person as a stand in. Xie Ning and he may have a good thing. But I'm really curious about how similar this shening is to you, in appearance or in character? "

Zhuang Yan said: "I don't care how similar shening and I are. There is one thing he certainly doesn't like."

Qi Rui asked curiously, "which point?"

"Eyes." Idiot Tun Tun way, "Scheinin's vision must be very poor, otherwise how can we make complaints about Xu Qing's stupid."

His hands were too cold to bear. Zhuang Yan didn't give Qi Rui a chance to speak. After that, he hung up the phone and put his hand into his pocket.

It was a long time before the hand regained consciousness.

Solemnly thought, if Qi Rui hadn't played since childhood, he would have hung up a few minutes earlier, which is so much nonsense.

Qiuming Lake in winter and Qiuming Lake in summer are completely different. Last night, there was a heavy snow, and evergreen trees on both sides changed from green to white. From a distance, it was a beautiful scene.

But the beauty was not appreciated.

There was no one else on the path except him. In winter, only a fool couldn't imagine not staying in the warm room, but running to the lake to get frozen.

At the end of the path, it is a clearing. The open space is very good. It can overlook the scenery of most of the Qiuming lake. It is a place that many people love to go.

Of course, there are few people now.

Wait.

Zhuang Yan picked his eyebrows and looked at the easel on the open space.

It's really stupid to come to paint in winter.

……

"Are you drawing the curtain call of monologue?"

After finishing the last stroke, Xie Ning was startled by the sudden sound behind him and turned his head.

The first entry was a black windbreaker.

Yan Xi once said to him that windbreaker is a powerful tool for men to wear. Even the style of rotten street also gives people a sense of sharpness.But it is also a few who can really put on the windbreaker, and most of them just take advantage of the power of their clothes.

Xie Ning raised his head and looked up. When he saw the man's face, he gave a "lying trough" at the bottom of his heart.

This is the most attractive man he has ever met.

The man's hairstyle is clean and neat, his face is clear-cut, like a layer of light and shadow. His sharp eyebrows are slightly raised, and his eyes are burning and divine. He looks at him The painting behind me.

His appearance is not a "handsome" word can describe, that kind of unique charm, not only because he looks handsome.

That is the temperament that is revealed inadvertently in every gesture. Every change of expression seems to have a kind of amorous feelings.

It looks familiar, but I can't remember where I saw it.

But this windbreaker is very suitable for him. After a glance, there is a sharp blade coming to him.

What's more, the clothes are expensive at a glance.

It's not a number that ordinary people can afford.

When the man saw him, his eyes flashed, and a surprised look appeared on his face: "it was you."

Xie Ning is more confused. Do they know each other?

"I didn't expect to see you again." The man raised the corner of his mouth and laughed meaningfully, "Mr. rabbit."

Xie Ning:

It turned out to be him.

Last time in the doll machine to see the man with a scarf to cover his face, Xie Ning did not see his appearance, this time just see a clear.

"What a coincidence." Xie Ning was silent for a few seconds, stood up and said very politely, "I didn't expect to see you again, Mr. blue whale."

“……” It's zhuangyan's turn to be silent this time.

Zhuang Yan just stopped by to see what it was. He came to paint in the winter. He didn't expect to see a very interesting painting.

What's more, I didn't expect that this painting fool had once had a meeting, which made him feel very comfortable.

He wore more than last time. He wore a cute plush hat on his head, and the tip of his ear was wrapped under the hat. It was a pity for Zhuang Yan.

I can't see the redness on the tip of his ear.

White neck is also wrapped in a thick scarf, showing a soft face, with a little bit of frozen out of the flush, people want to reach out and rub.

This looks so good that Zhuang Yan can't help but want to tease.

They looked at each other for a few seconds. Zhuang Yan suddenly looked at him and laughed. He asked the first question: "are you painting the scene of monologue?"

Xie Ning came back to his senses and was surprised: "have you seen the monologue, too?"

Because it has not been shown in China, "monologue" is a very, very small film.

I didn't expect that Mr. blue whale had seen and recognized his paintings.

In the last act of monologue, the white haired protagonist is also on the road by the lake, remembering his life and hobbling away on crutches.

However, the camera always falls on the lake, without giving the old man a little nostalgia and tenderness.

Until the curtain call.

Xie Ning originally wanted to paint the autumn lake in winter, but his thoughts fell on the plot of monologue.

The lake appeared several times in the movie.

When he regained consciousness, an old man with a crutch jumped to the paper.

It's the protagonist of monologue.

Xie Ning simply began to paint the scenes in the movie with the appearance of Qiuming lake.

However, in the eyes of ordinary people, what he painted is just an old man passing by the lake. Only those who have read and studied monologue can understand it.

his composition as like as two peas in the last scene of soliloquy.

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows and said, "yes, a very interesting film."

"It's not very well rated in the audience," Schering said

Zhuang Yan nodded: "not many people can really understand this film. Most people think it is boring."

Xie Ning turned his eyes back to the drawing board: "it's too tired to understand it. Even the judges with high appreciation level will find it difficult to understand. Therefore, he was shortlisted for Cannes, but he failed to win the prize."

Zhuang Yan said nothing about this and asked, "do you understand it?"

Xie Ning thought for a moment and shook his head: "I don't know. What I see is just what I feel, but I'm not sure what the director is trying to say

Zhuang Yan's meaningful eyes fell on him: "the director set the viewing threshold of the film too high, resulting in most people being blocked outside the threshold. If he can learn to put down the threshold, he may be more successful."

"But I think," schenen said, "he put the threshold so high on purpose."

"Oh?" Zhuang Yan's eyes flashed, and he put on an expression that he would like to hear in detail, "how do you say that?"

"I've seen his other works and he's a very professional director," he said

Zhuang Yan stares at him with an exploration in his eyes: "professionalism does not necessarily mean that he understands the taste of the public."

"He knows!" "But he can't see the taste of the public, so he won't bow his head."Zhuang Yan raises eyebrows: "as long as it is a director, he must bow to the public."

Xie Ning: "the directors of literary and artistic films generally have a kind of lofty and lofty feeling, and feel that their works are the lament of being too high and too few."

Zhuang Yan was trying to make a mockery of him and heard Xie Ning say, "but this director gives me a different feeling."

"What's different?"

Xie Ning: "he is like to put the work on, a pair of you like to see do not love the appearance."

Zhuang Yan: "it sounds like a lot of beating."

Xie Ning nodded: "it's not worth beating. He thinks it's your problem that you don't understand. He has no problem at all. "

If Qi Rui hears these words, must exclaim: lie trough! This is your bosom friend!

Zhuang Yan himself did not know what it was like in his heart.

His teacher once commented on him, saying that he was "high and low, self righteous".

But he really didn't want to bow to the public.

Why.

Later, he thought, most directors do not bow to the public, but to the money.

Zhuang Yan is even more disdainful.

He is not short of money.

Zhuang Yan looked at Xie Ning for a while: "I didn't expect you would say that."

"In fact, he can tell the story vividly and tortuously, which is full of drama and conflict. He has the ability, but he doesn't want to do it," he said

Zhuang Yan asked, "why not?"

Xie Ning scratched his face: "actually, this is just my guess."

"It's OK. You can say it."

Xie Ning took a look at his look, and always felt that his eyebrows were not meaningful.

"He deliberately told the story to be difficult to understand and set the threshold so high. He doesn't want most people to cross the threshold, he only accepts people who can understand He's very conceited. "

After saying this, Xie Ning looks up and finds that the man opposite is looking at him with a kind of deep and creepy look.

He took a small step back to stabilize his body, and the hair on his back stood up.

"Why are you staring at me

Did he get angry with what he said just now?

Yes, he should be a fan of Zhuang Yan. He may not be able to accept his comments just now.

But he just said it casually.

"Er..." Xie Ning quickly whispered, "what I said is just my own opinion, not necessarily right."

Zhuang Yan said, "I think you are very interesting."

Xie Ning did not know whether he was speaking the truth or not, and decided to keep silent.

Zhuang Yan looked at him for a few seconds. When Xie Ning was uncomfortable, he withdrew his eyes and asked, "do you like this director very much?"

Xie Ning stammered: "still, OK."

Zhuang Yan asked again, "do you like monologue very much?"

"I like the picture very much," she thought

You'll be dragged out of the lake by a lame painting

Xie Ning was stunned.

The face of course, as if he should have painted for him, Xie Ning was unable to respond.

After a pause, Schering whispered, "I don't paint."

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows: "why"

Xie Ning said: "on such a cold day, I will freeze to death if I draw this one. I'm afraid I will not die here if I draw another one."

Zhuang Yan remembered that they were still blowing cold wind by the lake like fools.

It was so pleasant to chat with Mr. rabbit that he could not help forgetting how cold he was.

Zhuang Yan's eyes swept Xie Ning's hand in his arms. His face was even redder than the last time. When he spoke, a mist floated out of his mouth.

At last, he looked at the ear tip covered by the fluffy hat with regret. Zhuang Yan said, "I'll paint again when I go back."

Xie Ning was shocked: "I Why should I paint you? "

Zhuang Yan didn't seem to have thought about it. His brow was deeply wrinkled, as if he was thinking.

After that, he put his hand on Xie Ning's shoulder, lowered his head, got close to Xie Ning's ear, and said in a low voice, "I have all the films of Zhuang Yan. If you are willing to draw one for me, can I take you to my home?"

A deep voice sounded in my ear.

I don't know if two people are too close to shy, or by the man talking when the heat infection, Xie Ning's ear root red.

Men speak with a sharp and forceful manner.

He, he seems to be a little weak.

The author has something to say: Zhuang Yan: abduct people home!