Mu Yiyi walked slowly, carefully watching the beautiful and vivid oil paintings.www
When she sees a satisfactory painting, she will stop and slowly appreciate it.
Suddenly, in an inconspicuous corner, an oil painting of sunflowers attracted her. The bright glass top above her head shone into a ray of sunlight, and particles of dust flew freely in the golden tassels, twisting and turning.
On the picture, the clusters of sunflowers that are like flames not only exude the maturity of autumn, but also express the painter's passionate desire and tenacious pursuit of life more wildly.
The hot yellows not only melt the brilliance of nature, but also vent the painter's full experience and permanent excitement of life.[
Suddenly, a light flashed in her eyes, a light with the power of dreams!
"This painting is not very good!" Behind him, a gorgeous magnetic male voice sounded gracefully.
Mu Yiyi suddenly turned around, was stunned at first, and then smiled embarrassedly: "It's you! Mr. Lin!"
Lin Siquan put his hands in his pants and bags, and her smile was filled with sunny flowers, which made him understand why Lei Yufeng had a special liking for her.
A person who has lived in a cold and cruel world for a long time cannot suppress his love and pursuit of sunshine.
"Don't call me sir, you can call me my name, Siquan, or my English name, easy!"
"eason? That's not...Isn't that the English name of the new generation of singer Eason Chan?"
"Yes! I started when I went abroad to study. I didn't know at that time. When I found out, I got used to it again and didn't want to change it!"
Mu Yi nodded and said, "I have a good friend who likes to listen to Eason singing very much. Since you called this name, you must have made up for your homework later, right?"
Lin Siquan's lips curled up a beautiful curve, and his eyes flowed with nostalgia for his student days and green years.
"Why are you free to come here today?" He knew that Lei Yufeng lived in the hotel last night, and he thought that this little woman should be sad or angry about the man who never came home at night.
But on her face, he saw nothing except the bright smile like sunshine.
"Oh! The curator here is very good. He promised that the students of our school come and visit for free, so that they can feel the power of art and receive some influence."
Lin Siquan smiled meaningfully and responded faintly: "That's it!"
Mu Yi pointed to the sunflower on the wall and asked, "By the way, I think this painting is pretty good, why don't you say it well?"
Lin Siquan took a step forward, narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the painting and said in a deep voice: "This painting is a bit inferior in expressing emotions and spirit, and lacks some understanding of colors and lines. In fact, natural objects in the eyes of painters are just carriers and symbols for expressing subjective emotions. Only with the free and smooth brushstrokes, his colors will be filled with tense and exciting emotions and full and energetic vitality."
"Wow! So professional!" Mu Yiyi made a playful gesture of admiration, "Listen to your words is better than reading for ten years! It seems that you know how to draw."
In fact, she also saw the shortcomings of this painting, but because of her love for sunflowers, she loved the house and felt it was particularly good!
"Do you like sunflowers?" Lin Siquan asked with a smile.[