Aqiang continued to talk. He said that in his painting, there is desire, hope, and even despair. Think about it, the person who looks at the painting sees such a perfect human body in front of this painting. , teasing myself, as if I could reach out and touch it, but yet be out of reach.
I'm not bragging, Xiaoshu. This painting of mine has opened up all the cultural codes of ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad. It's like a switch. With a "pop", everything is clearly revealed. All progress and destruction of human beings. Are they all contained in hope, desire and despair?
Xiaoshu suddenly interrupted him and asked again: "Why are you talking so much?"
Aqiang was stunned for a moment, and Xiaoshu continued to ask:
"Now that everything is obvious, why are you so long-winded? Do you think my IQ is not as good as yours, or that the audience's IQ is not as good as yours? Or you simply don't have the ability to express yourself, so you are painting all the things you said Why do you need so many explanations to express it in?
“If the audience cannot feel what you want to express in your work and needs additional interpretation from you, do you still think your work is successful?
"Based on what you said, can you compare with those philosophers and cultural scholars? Their ability to describe things in language should be better than our ability to draw pictures, right?
"I have always felt that the hands of us painters are the hands of God. We are responsible for creating new worlds out of nothing. A painting is a world. When will we degenerate into interpreting the world?"
Aqiang was speechless by Xiaoshu. He wanted to say something else. Xiaoshu looked at Sheng Chuncheng who was not far away and waved:
"Come on, my friend, come and take a look at what Aqiang just said, what desires, hopes and despairs, can you tell from this painting?"
Aqiang was furious and cursed: "He is blind, what can he see?"
Xiaoshu also came to his senses. He waved his hand to Sheng Chuncheng as usual: "I'm sorry, friend, I forgot."
Xiaoshu then turned to Shanshan and asked, "Can you see it?"
Shanshan pointed to the characters in the painting and said: "I think these two goddesses are so ugly. This forest goddess should lose weight."
Xiaoshu laughed loudly, and Aqiang blew his beard and glared at Shanshan.
Xiaoshu patted Aqiang and comforted him: "I can see the desire. You painted Shanshan very well. Shanshan's existence itself is desire. However, your way of expression is wrong, too far-fetched and too thin." "
Aqiang felt that what Xiaoshu said was reasonable, but he was not convinced and said, "You can do it, master."
Xiaoshu looked at Sheng Chuncheng, then at Shanshan, and shouted:
"Friend, can you please help me?"
Sheng Chuncheng asked: "Me? Did you call me?"
"Yes, can you come over and help?" Xiaoshu continued to ask.
Sheng Chuncheng stood up and walked over. He said, "How can I help you? As long as I can help, there is no problem."
"Is it okay to be a model with Shanshan?" Xiaoshu asked.
This is not a big deal. Being a model is just about showing off. Sheng Chuncheng said yes, but he was afraid that he would not be good at it.
Xiaoshu looked Sheng Chuncheng up and down and said to him: "You have a good image, you can definitely do it."
Xiaoshu asked Aqiang: "Do you have a white shirt and suit?"
Before Aqiang could speak, Shanshan shouted: "Yes, yes, there are several sets in the closet. I'll go get them."
Shanshan walked away as she spoke. Xiaoshu chased her and shouted, "Choose a dark color and bring a tie."
Shanshan raised her hand and gave it an OK gesture.
After a while, Shanshan came over with a black suit and dark blue tie. Xiaoshu asked Shanshan to help Sheng Chuncheng put it on. After putting it on, Shanshan looked at Sheng Chuncheng and shouted:
"Not bad, he's also very handsome."
"Of course." Xiaoshu smiled, "I would say he is a ready-made model."
Aqiang stood aside and watched, wondering what Xiaoshu was going to do. Xiaoshu stared at Sheng Chuncheng for a while, reached out and pulled off his tie, and asked Aqiang:
"Do you have a red scarf among your props?"
Aqiang said yes.
"Go and get it." Xiaoshu said, "By the way, bring a pair of flip-flops and a pair of beach shorts. The more fancy the better."
Aqiang walked away and when he came back, he brought these things back.
Xiaoshu asked Shanshan to put the red scarf around Sheng Chuncheng's neck, took off his trousers and leather shoes, and put on fancy beach pants and flip-flops, with a white shirt and a black suit on top.
Sheng Chuncheng was at the mercy of Shanshan. Her hair was flicking back and forth on his face, making him itchy. After getting dressed, Shanshan looked at Sheng Chuncheng and couldn't help laughing. Sheng Chuncheng didn't need to look in the mirror.
, he himself also knew how weird his outfit would be.
Xiaoshu brought two stools to the stage and placed them side by side. He then asked Shanshan, naked, to sit down on the stool on the left, and then asked Sheng Chuncheng to sit down on the stool on the right.
Xiaoshu said to them: "Put your chest up and put your hands on your thighs, just like you used to do when you go to the photo studio and take standard photos. The two of you come closer."
Shanshan stood up, moved her stool towards Sheng Chuncheng, and sat down next to him.
The two people straightened their backs, raised their chests, and put their hands on their thighs. Xiaoshu stared at Sheng Chuncheng and felt that his movements were a bit restrained and not very natural. Xiaoshu said:
"Friend, don't be so tense. Just be the same as you are when you are sitting upright."
After hearing this, Sheng Chuncheng raised his head slightly and turned his face to the other side with a smile on his lips.
"We're in place!" Xiaoshu shouted, then turned around and asked Aqiang:
"How are you? Do you feel it?"
Aqiang chuckled and cupped his hands towards Xiaoshu: "Awesome, awesome, you are worthy of being a master."
"Come here." Xiaoshu said, "I've thought up the topic for you, and it's called "Standard Photo."
Aqiang took a step back, fell to the ground, and bowed to the little tree in an exaggerated manner:
"Thank you, thank you! Master, please continue to teach me."
Aqiang's look was really funny. Xiaoshu and Shanshan both laughed. Sheng Chuncheng also wanted to laugh, but he held back.
"Well, don't you want to draw a series? Then I will give you another idea." Xiaoshu said, "The title is called "Erotic Palace", a blind man and a beautiful woman, you can use it."
The final composition was that Sheng Chuncheng was still sitting there, still wearing beach shorts and flip-flops on his lower body, a white shirt and black suit on his upper body, with a red scarf around his neck, and Shanshan lying naked in his arms, smiling charmingly.
Then he reached up with one hand and stroked Sheng Chuncheng's cheek.
Sheng Chuncheng raised his head slightly proudly, with a smile on his lips. He did not look at Shanshan, but at the void in his sunglasses.
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