He stood there motionless, totally forgetting himself.
Because the museum does not allow photography, and high-resolution pictures cannot be found online, you have to use your brain to memorize them.
There are too many details and it takes a lot of brain cells.
Sister-in-law Liu was beside me, wondering, isn't it just a painting?
After watching it for so long, I don’t feel tired.
Anyway, she looked at it anxiously and couldn't see what was good about the painting. She just thought that the mountain was very big and solid, and much more impressive than the mountains in her hometown.
Apart from these, there is nothing else.
But Su Hua watched it with gusto, as if she was intoxicated.
How long did she stand in front of Fan Kuan's "Travel to Streams and Mountains"?
Gu Jinyao watched her silently from a distance for a long time.
There is indescribable tenderness in his brows and eyes.
Just looking at her from a distance like this made him very content.
The museum on Wednesday was quiet, empty, lonely, lofty, and full of a sense of history and loneliness, but he was not lonely at all, because Su Hua was there.
He felt very peaceful in his heart. No matter what she was doing or thinking, it felt so good to be with her quietly like this.
Even from a long distance.
Even if she doesn't know he's looking at her.
Even if she doesn't even recognize who he is.
Su Hua memorized the scene and all the details, then turned around and left.
The moment she turned around, Gu Jinyao took the lead and ducked behind the wall to avoid her sight.
Mrs. Liu raised her feet to catch up with Su Hua.
Four bodyguards also followed her, separated by a distance of three meters.
It can protect her safety without making her feel uncomfortable.
Gu Jinyao spread his long legs to follow, protecting him secretly from a long distance away.
After exiting the museum gate, several people walked towards the roadside.
I need to take a taxi to the hotel.
The few people had only been waiting for a few minutes when a motorcycle suddenly jumped out of the thorn!
The person sitting in the back seat reached out and grabbed Su Hua's bag!
A flash of lightning!
Gu Jinyao ran over at the speed of an arrow!
There was just a click, and the arm of the man who snatched the bag was broken!
The man held his broken arm and screamed in pain!
By the time the bodyguards reacted, the motorcycle had already fled in panic!
All this happened so suddenly, Su Hua's heart was beating fast.
If it wasn't blocked by the chest, I might jump out.
She pressed her chest, which was beating violently, for a long time before she recovered.
Gu Jinyao quickly grabbed her arm and asked: "Are you not injured?"
Su Hua shook her head, "It's okay."
The bodyguards quickly gathered around and asked: "Miss Su, are you okay?"
Su Hua said: "It's okay, just call the police."
Gu Jinyao said: "A pair of speedsters, seeing your special temperament, thought you would have valuables in your bag and wanted to make some quick money. We are outsiders, so it would be a bit troublesome to call the police."
Su Hua didn't expect that there were also speedsters here.
She even had bodyguards with her, so they dared to rob her openly.
You are really brave.
However, the bag was not taken away, and she was afraid of trouble, so she said, "Forget it then."
After saying that, she realized that her arm was still held in Gu Jinyao's hand.
Gu Jinyao also noticed his gaffe, and hurriedly let go of her and said, "I'm sorry."
Su Hua calmed down and said, "Thank you."
Gu Jinyao was afraid that she would return the favor again, so he hurriedly said: "You're welcome. When the road is rough, you should draw your sword to help. I will save anyone else."
Su Hua guessed what he was thinking and smiled, "Why did you come to Treasure Island too?"
Gu Jinyao smiled lightly, "I came here to meet a client. I happened to pass by the museum and went in to take a look. The Baodao Museum has a rich collection. If you pass by and don't take a look, you will regret it."
Su Hua believed it.
She felt that Gu Jinyao was a very down-to-earth and reliable person.
She believed whatever he said.
Gu Jinyao asked: "What about you? What are you doing here?"
Su Hua said truthfully: "Let's take a look at Fan Kuan's "Traveling in Streams and Mountains"
Gu Jinyao is engaged in the antique auction industry, so he is no stranger to this. He praised: ""Travel to Streams and Mountains" can be regarded as the number one painting in the Song Dynasty."
Su Hua sincerely sighed: "Indeed, hearing it a hundred times is better than seeing it once. The composition of that painting is very rigorous, the picture is full and broad, and the momentum is compelling. The mountains look up and are breathtaking."
"Indeed, you flew here just to see it?"
"Someone asked me to copy it."
Gu Jinyao raised his eyebrows slightly, "Is it difficult?"
"Yes, after all, it is Fan Kuan's pinnacle work. For thousands of years, no one can surpass it, but I want to give it a try."
Gu Jinyao smiled, looked at her with tender eyes, and said with encouragement in his tone, "You can definitely do it."
"Thanks."
Seeing that the two of them were talking non-stop, Mrs. Liu looked at Gu Jinyao warily as if she were facing a formidable enemy.
After thinking about it, she raised the water glass in her hand and handed it to Su Hua, "Young madam, please drink some water."
Su Hua was slightly startled.
After she divorced Gu Beixian, she asked her to call herself Miss Su.
She had always called her that way before, why did she suddenly change her name today?
Su Hua didn't think much, took the cup, took a sip and handed it back to Mrs. Liu.
Gu Jinyao asked: "Are you going back to the hotel? Has the hotel been booked in advance?"
Su Hua was about to speak.
Sister-in-law Liu picked up the fan and interrupted: "Young madam, are you warm? I'll fan you."
Without any explanation, she opened the folding fan in her hand and fanned Suhua with a whirring sound, causing her long hair to fly everywhere.
Su Hua raised her hand to press her hair and smiled helplessly, "Sister-in-law Liu, I'm not hot."
Sister-in-law Liu said seriously, "No, you're hot."
Su Hua had no choice but to let her slap her.
When she interrupted them like this, Su Hua and Gu Jinyao were speechless.
After a while of silence, an empty car drove over in the distance.
The bodyguard hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him.
Su Hua and Gu Jinyao humbly gave way and bent down to sit in the car.
Return to the hotel.
After having lunch with Mrs. Liu and the others, Suhua took a short break and started copying "Travel to Streams and Mountains".
No, this is no longer called copying.
Copying is looking at paintings and painting.
Su Hua's call it silent painting.
Because ancient rice paper is expensive, she practiced on ordinary rice paper first.
Very few of Fan Kuan's paintings have survived, especially "Travel to Streams and Mountains", which has been kept in the Baodao Museum. This is the first time Su Hua painted it.
To draw the spiritual outlook and splendor of the mountains, you must completely integrate yourself into the mountains and rivers, understand the divine connection, observe nature and yourself, and realize the unity of nature and man.
Only in this way can the true spirit of the mountain be naturally revealed in the writing.
After Mrs. Liu finished polishing the ink, she left.
Su Hua sat in front of the painting desk, closed her eyes, and replayed the composition and outline of the entire painting "Travel to Streams and Mountains" in her mind.
After a long time, she picked up the brush and began to splash ink on the rice paper.
First, use strong and cold brushstrokes to outline the sharp and carved edges of the mountains and rocks.
Then repeatedly use strong and powerful sesame seeds to shape the back grain and texture of the rock mass.
When adding chaffing pen to the outline and inside, leave a little blank space along the edges to express the concave and convex feeling of the mountain shape.
It is necessary to draw the mountains and rocks of the north down to the bone, and to depict the indestructible character like iron forging steel.
After painting until midnight, Su Hua got tired and put down the pen.
On the rice paper, the main mountain range is majestic, majestic and cold.
It is hard to imagine that this mountain range was created by a delicate and graceful young woman.
Outsiders would be surprised to see such a level of mountain painting, but Su Hua was not satisfied.
Because looking at the mountains she painted, she didn't have the urge to be moved to tears.
In other words, she only painted the bones of the mountain, but not its soul.
As the saying goes, "Paint mountains and bones, and even more soul."
It seems that I have to go to the museum tomorrow to continue my study and enlightenment.
Su Hua went to the bathroom to wash her hands and called for a midnight snack.
After eating, she took a shower and lay down on the bed.
Because painting took so much energy and energy, she fell into a deep sleep after a while.
After falling asleep, she had a dream.
I dreamed of a baby wearing a red bellyband. He was pretty, with big watery eyes, long eyelashes, and a small round face. He was so cute that he wanted to cry.
He climbed up and down the dark mountains with his bare feet.
Suddenly, the baby stretched out his hand towards her, grinned, and called out in a sweet voice: "Mom."
Su Hua's heart was melted by cuteness.
She responded with a smile and reached out to hug him.
Just when her hand was about to touch the baby's arm, the elf-like and cute baby disappeared out of thin air.
Su Hua's heart was broken.
Heartbreaking loss.
She opened her eyes suddenly and looked at the empty ceiling, with cold tears in the corners of her eyes.
It turned out to be a nightmare.
Ever since the fetus died in the car accident, she has often had this nightmare.
After waking up, it is difficult to fall asleep again.
Suhua opened the quilt and got out of bed, walked to the window, opened the curtains, and looked outside.
Outside there were thousands of lights and bustle, but her heart was empty, floating in mid-air.
She thought she was strong enough, but her midnight dreams betrayed her true emotions.
She didn't expect that the fetus, which was just over two months old, would leave such a big scar on her.
Su Hua hugged herself tightly with her arms and slowly closed her eyes.
At this moment, she felt very fragile and lonely, like a small boat in the wind and rain, looking for a warm harbor to lean on.
I don't know how long it took, but suddenly there was a rapid ringing on the door.
In the quiet of the night, it sounds a bit scary.
Su Hua walked to the door warily, held her breath and asked, "Who?"
"It's me."
A magnetic and seductive bass came from outside.
Very familiar, it's Gu Beixian.
After a brief accident, surprise filled her heart, and Su Hua hurriedly opened the door.
The tall and handsome man pushed her into his arms.
His clothes carried the aura of travel dust.
Pressing her thin back, he whispered: "I know you need me, so I'm here."