My 1991

The whiteness of a saint, the whiteness of a saint!

Luan saw infinity and absoluteness in the whiteness!

After drawing three sketches with different ideas in one go, Lu An slowly stopped painting. When he looked up at the other side of the lake again, the place was clear, with only the scene of willows blowing in the wind.

He understood that as time passed, the positions of the sun and the earth changed relative to each other, and the false white created by light and shadow disappeared.

Looking at the steps of the pavilion on the other side of the lake for a long time, Lu An was filled with emotion. He really answered the sentence: if you plant flowers with intention, they will not bloom, but if you plant willows with no intention, they will create shade.

The scene I saw today seemed like a miracle, and what was recorded in the sketchbook was like a divine presence. It was all about chance.

Following the trail to the exit, Lu An was not in a hurry to leave. He sat quietly in the van for a while and once again sublimated the scene he had seen before. Then when he felt that he had completely digested and grasped it, he left for Yu Guanzhi on a whim. Telephone.

As soon as the call was connected, he asked: "Comrade Yu, are you busy?"

Yu Guanzhi had just woken up from a nap and had not yet gotten up. He stretched himself and said, "Your name has changed. Did you encounter something happy today?"

Lu An said mysteriously: "I realized enlightenment today."

"Enlightenment?"

Yu Wanzhi didn't react for a while, and asked after a while: "Have you found inspiration again?"

"No, inspiration doesn't even begin to describe what I saw today," Luann said.

Yu Guanzhi stretched his left hand behind the bed, sat up halfway and asked: "How does it compare with "Eternity" and "Untitled"?"

Lu An pondered for a while and said: "It's hard to say. I haven't officially started painting yet, and everything is still in the sketchbook. But I call what I have today a miracle. Maybe I will never have this kind of thing again in the future." Realized."

It was the first time that Lu An spoke so solemnly and mysteriously. Yu Guanzhi immediately paid attention to it and couldn't wait to ask: "When will I start writing?"

Lu An said: "I'm at Xuanwu Lake now, and I'll take action when I get back."

Then he added, "I'm more anxious than you."

Yu Guanzhi looked at the calendar and found that there was no way he could leave today or tomorrow, so he said, "I'll come over in the morning."

Luann said yes.

In fact, he didn't know why he wanted to notify Yu Guanzhi?

He felt that such an important moment was worth sharing with his Bole.

After ending the call, Lu An casually ate cold noodles at a roadside stall, and then drove quickly back to NTU.

Hurrying back to the studio, he closed the door, removed the battery from the BB machine, unplugged the phone cord, turned on all the lights, set up the easel and canvas, and then started painting wholeheartedly.

In fact, the intention of this oil painting is lofty, but the content is very simple.

What appears in the center of the canvas has already been conceived by Luan. First of all, it is a piece of white. This white piece serves as a wall. There are doors and windows on the wall. There are steps in front of the door. On the right side of the steps is a willow tree. A pavilion tentacle extends from the top of the willow tree. There are black tiles on the white wall.

Then there is the final thing, which is still white. The lens in front of the steps is white, which symbolizes the lake.

There are not many things in the painting, it is mainly a kind of artistic conception.

Because this painting is an intuitive "pregnancy" that happens in a moment. At this moment, Lu An's soul was completely melted by a piece of "white", and all the white turned into Lu An. This was the moment when there was no self-forgetfulness, the moment when self-spirituality was revealed, and the moment when Tao reflected things.

After standing in front of the easel for a long time, when the emotion was brewing, Lu An, who was wandering in a "white" state, suddenly opened his closed eyes. Without further words, he picked up the brush with his right hand and started painting.

From afternoon to evening, and then into the early morning, Lu An did not move much in front of the easel like a sculpture. If it weren't for the movement of the brush, or if his eyes weren't getting more and more lively, one would have thought he had transformed into a fairy.

In this way, he didn't stop writing until after 5 o'clock in the morning, and he seemed to have regained his vitality.

Then he felt very hungry, but his energy was still full and bright.

His body was a little stiff and his legs were a little numb. Lu An came to sit on the sofa and watched his masterpiece from a distance.

Yes, he arrogantly called it a masterpiece! The peak of the artistic conception is like a fairy writing, extremely satisfying!

What name should I choose?

"road?"

"Sage's White?"

Or, "A total white?"

He shook his head and thought that the name "Miracle" seemed awesome and might not be a bad idea.

After sitting on the sofa for half an hour, he couldn't bear it anymore and ran to the kitchen to make a bowl of noodles.

During this period, he installed the battery of the BB machine, plugged in the phone line, and then ate a large bowl of noodles without any image, which took him less than 3 minutes. Then he stopped clearing the dishes and started eating. Then he fell down and fell asleep on the sofa.

"tingting"

The BB camera rang, and Lu An didn't respond at first.

"tingting"

It rang again, and he was still asleep.

"Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling."

This time, the BB phone stopped ringing, and the landline phone started making noise.

The harsh ringtone finally woke up Lu An and annoyed him. He frowned, then reluctantly reached for the receiver, not even bothering to open his eyes, and said, "Hello?"

"Boss, I'm back from Yangcheng." This was Zeng Ziqian's voice.

"oh."

Lu An groaned and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Zeng Ziqian looked blankly at Wu Ying next to him, "No, but Wu."

After hearing the word "no", Lu An didn't want to continue listening, so he hung up the phone, slowly squirmed down, adjusted his position and continued to sleep.

Hearing the beep beep sound from the phone, Zeng Ziqian was helpless. He turned to Wu Ying and said, "Don't worry, Miss Wu. The boss couldn't be contacted yesterday. He might be painting."

Wu Ying did not come from Baoqing with Ye Run and Meng Qingshui this time because she came with her sister. My sister is a newly hired stewardess who has just graduated and is going to report to an airline in Shanghai.

The reason why she wanted to contact Lu An was because she was prompted by her friend Liu Hui to send him something.

As a result, from last night to noon today, she could not contact Lu An, and then she became a little anxious. After all, she was a classmate and friend. How could she sit idly by when such a thing happened?

So without saying anything, she hurriedly took a taxi and rushed to Bubu Sheng. She happened to bump into Zeng Ziqian who had just returned from Yangcheng.

Then there was the scene just now.

Lu An is a painter, and both Wu Ying and Liu Hui know it.

After all, he was specially recruited by the Central Academy of Fine Arts and Nankai University on the eve of the college entrance examination, but he was rejected by both. This incident caused a great sensation in Baoqing No. 1 Middle School.

Later, some newspapers in Jinling reported on the painter Lu An, the auction, and the famous painting "Jinling Rainy Night". Liu Hui and Wu Ying, who were secretly following him, naturally immediately identified the great painter Lu An in the newspaper and the Lu whom they knew. Ann got connected.

It's just that the two women have always hidden these things in their hearts and have not revealed them.

The reason for not making it clear is simple: if we don’t make it clear, we can get along with each other as we normally would. We are classmates and good friends. But once it is revealed, the huge disparity in identity will put them under pressure and make them wonder how to get along with Lu An?

So after Liu Hui and Wu Ying secretly communicated about the song, they tacitly chose the smartest way.

Wu Ying instinctively wanted to ask where Lu An's studio was?

But when the words came to his mouth, he changed his mind temporarily and nodded with Zeng Ziqian: "Okay, I will contact him later."

After leaving Bubu Sheng, my sister, who was a stewardess, asked: "The Lu An you are looking for is a painter?"

Wu Ying said yes.

My sister asked casually: "How are his paintings?"

Wu Ying said: "It's okay."

After saying that it was okay, my sister suddenly lost interest in continuing to talk about this topic.

Wu Ying squinted at her sister, thinking that if I said his painting was worth tens of millions, maybe you wouldn't have this attitude.

Strangely enough, sometimes she would feel jealous of her biological sister. They were both born to the same parents. The sister who inherited her father's genes externally had good looks and figure; but she looked like her mother, and everything seemed different. So ordinary.

They are said to be biological sisters, but in the eyes of outsiders they don't look alike. The two sisters walked out together, and everyone else's eyes were focused on their sister. They all praised her, but automatically ignored her.

This experience is terrible.

The only consolation is that my sister's university is not as good as hers.

Two hours later, the ringtone of the BB phone woke Lu An up again.

This time he was not so sleepy and his spirits were much better. The most obvious feature is that the pants are about to have holes in them! The originally loose pants were now uncomfortably tight.

It was so strong that Lu An couldn't even see it, so he took a pillow to cover it up.

Then I yawned and glanced at the number displayed on the small screen of the BB machine, and found that I didn't recognize it. It was an unfamiliar number.

However, thinking that most people did not know their own BB phone number, Lu An did not dare to neglect and called back immediately.

As soon as the call came through, Huang Ting's soft voice came over there, "Lu An, where are you?"

Lu An replied: "I'm in the studio, where are you? Are you finished with my sister-in-law's work?"

Huang Ting said: "I'm done. I couldn't contact you yesterday and I was almost dying of anxiety. Don't you miss me?"

Shaking it left and right, Lu An said: "I want to, but what's the point of thinking? I can't see you."

Huang Ting asked: "Do you really miss me?"

Lu An said: "If it's true, it will be replaced!"

Huang Ting asked: "Do you really want to see me?"

Lu An said fiercely: "Of course, I can't wait to hold you in my arms now."

Huang Ting asked again: "Husband, do you believe that dreams can come true?"

Lu An blurted out: "Xin, when I was a child, I dreamed of having a beautiful wife like you."

Huang Ting smiled and said, "Well then, close your eyes and meditate on me in your mind. I'll be there soon!"

Lu An asked smoothly: "What if I don't arrive?"

Huang Ting said: "That means your intention is not fulfilled. If you are punished to recite "Huang Ting, I love you" silently 100 times, you will definitely have everything."

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I went to do some errands this afternoon and just came back.