poppies in the attic

47.

"Eh, that's not right. What did you just say? Can you stay here a little longer? Where are you going?" Wu Pengzhi suddenly woke up.

"I have never painted a city. Of course I want to go to nature. Not only can I hear my own heartbeat there, but I can also feel my own breathing. I can also feel the heartbeat and breathing of all things in nature." Xiang Jin replied.

"Wen Shaohui said that you are going to return to China to develop." Wu Pengzhi was actually misled by this sentence, thinking that Xiang Jin would live here for a long time.

"He wants to develop the domestic market. But I have to have works. In the United States, I don't live in New York, but Wen Shaohui lives there."

"But I'm here." Wu Pengzhi suddenly became very depressed.She didn't think about it.She has been dazzled by happiness recently.

Xiang Jin didn't answer.She is also conflicted.Xiang Jin is not only because she likes nature, she is even worried that if she stays here, she will indulge in the gentleness and lose her motivation to move forward.

"You will try the theme of loneliness, won't you? You are serious." Wu Pengzhi asked compromisingly.

"Yes, I will give it a try. I will not leave for the time being." Xiang Jin said.She originally wanted to go to the North African desert.She has been trying to represent the desert.Only there can people think about time and the meaning of life well.

Wu Pengzhi inevitably fell into depression.This night, she really didn't take a shower, and just took off her clothes and crawled into bed. She needed to rethink her future with Xiang Jin.Can she really keep Xiang Jin?

At dawn, Wu Pengzhi went straight to the airport to catch the flight home.She wanted to race against time, and she wanted to be by Xiang Jin's side.

As a result, Wu Pengzhi moved so fast that Xiang Jin was still asleep when he rang the doorbell.It took a long time to open the door in a daze, and then looked blankly at the dusty Wu Pengzhi.

Wu Pengzhi squeezed into the door, and eagerly pursued Xiang Jin's lips.

Xiang Jin turned her face away, "Well, I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

"I don't mind." Wu Pengzhi muttered vaguely.

But Xiang Jin firmly avoided Wu Pengzhi's lips, she couldn't stand kissing without brushing her teeth, it was even more intolerable than selling a bad painting.

Flirting is a matter of absolute importance.

Wu Pengzhi turned his hands up and down and began to attack in all directions.Xiang Jin was so teased that he was out of breath.Wu Pengzhi took down the painter in one go, and of course he was taken down by the painter himself.This sex was actually done in the studio.

So much so that the painter complained afterwards, "How can I concentrate on painting here in the future?"

Wu Pengzhi laughed out loud, temporarily forgetting his troubles.

Xiang Jin started to paint her city series, the premise is to walk around and look around.Walking around in the city is different from the wilderness. After walking for a while, Xiang Jin gets tired and has a headache, and his anger rises.

So Wu Pengzhi planned some areas for Xiang Jin, the CBD, the old city, and the village in the city, and he personally took Xiang Jin to the bar.Of course, most of the time, Xiang Jin sat in his own cafe. There were not many people there, but the people who came were very quiet.Xiang Jin sat in a corner and could observe and paint at will.

At the same time, Xiang Jin was still treating his wrist.So during this period of time, she did not paint oil paintings, but more sketches, sometimes with light watercolors.

Wen Shaohui was quite surprised when Xiang Jin took out a large number of sketches of urban figures.

The common feature of the characters is that there is no smile, and almost no description of the eyes, either hidden behind the sunglasses under the hair, or have blind eyes, and some are directly from the back.

The characters are even more varied, from elite white-collar workers to elderly people, from scholars to bar girls.

Wen Shaohui picked up a sketch of a woman smoking in a bar wearing sunglasses, "It's so decadent."

You picked up a sketch of an old lady sitting alone on a stone pier in front of a tall building in a daze, "It's so depressing and desolate."

There are also men who are tired and sleeping on the subway, and people who are buried in their mobile phones.

A lonely figure in the tunnel. . . . .

"This subject matter is not good, no one wants to see such paintings, let alone buy them." Wen Shaohui instinctively rejected this series.

"Isn't it bad because it can't cater to the tastes of the public? I don't draw pop paintings, I want to express the urbanites I see."

"But we need to know where the market is. And sketching is even more difficult. Even oil painting, I don't agree with this subject. I think nature is more suitable for you." Wen Shaohui never thought that Xiang Jin would choose a city to express .That must have been influenced by Wu Pengzhi.This made her even more bored with Wu Pengzhi.This batch of works was firmly rejected.

"We can add text and publish a book." Wu Pengzhi's reaction was completely different from Wen Shaohui's. She liked these paintings.

"What do you write in the text?" Xiang Jin had no idea.

"You can write what you think when you paint, how you observe the world and how you express it. You can write anything."

"It's ridiculous for a painter to use words to explain his works." Xiang Jin has always adhered to this principle.

"Let's think about it again. However, you have to set your target group. It may be better to choose a group of people, such as people who are interested in people like me."