Rose

The friends that Father Ye mentioned were naturally businessmen, and the dinner he mentioned was held by Ye Borong to celebrate the successful conclusion of Song Huici's returning home painting exhibition.Although some merchants will be invited, those merchants are still known as collectors.

Ye Borong didn't resist linking art and commerce, after all, he was also a businessman at heart, but what Ye's father meant was to turn the welcome banquet he prepared into a complete commercial dinner.

Don't talk about what the collectors and connoisseurs who are invited here will think of him, just talk about Song Huici, will Song Huici accept this kind of thing?

Ye Borong's hand holding the chopsticks tightened subconsciously, Brother Ye continued to eat, but Mrs. Ye said: "Okay, friends who come to join us are welcome, and let them know Bo Rong. For many years, your friends probably only know Song Han and Liu Yuan."

Brother Ye, Ye Songhan looked up at Mrs. Ye, then lowered his head and continued eating.

There was an undercurrent at the dining table, Ye Liuyuan sensed the subtleties among the Ye family, silently kept this subtlety in her heart, and prepared to observe it again.

But the focus now is how to get in touch with Song Huici, the dinner mentioned by Father Ye may be a breakthrough.

Thinking about it, Ye Liuyuan said, "Can I go to that dinner party?"

"Yes, why not?" Father Ye said before Ye Borong opened his mouth, "Liu Yuan also likes Song Huici's paintings?"

"I like it." Ye Liuyuan replied.

"If you like it, go and see it. Song Huici's homecoming art exhibition is still open for the past two days, and there will be a dinner after the art exhibition ends. If you like paintings, go to the art exhibition first. If you like one, buy it if you can. If you can't, come back." Tell Dad to talk to him at the dinner party." Father Ye said cheerfully.

When Father Ye said so, Ye Liuyuan nodded, and at the same time did not miss the sarcasm that flashed in Ye Borong's eyes.

After just one meal, Ye Liuyuan could see that the water in the Ye family was very deep. With his many years of experience as a writer and writing a lot of experience in palace, political, and house struggles, the Ye family was far from the memory of the original owner. calm.

In the memory of the original owner, although the parents seem to be inseparable, there is no conflict, quarrel or cold war between the two. The original owner only thought that the relationship between the two was worn out by time, and it naturally came to this day.

Father Ye is also very fond of the original owner. The eldest brother is responsive to him. The second brother is away all the year round but elegant and outstanding. This family is much happier and more peaceful than many similarly rich families.

But in Ye Liuyuan's eyes, Mrs. Ye prefers Ye Borong, and Mrs. Ye is very indifferent to him.On the contrary, Father Ye is quite indifferent to Ye Borong, but dotes on him very much.The eldest brother, Ye Songhan, acted like an outsider, not saying a word or expressing his opinion during the whole process.

This time when Ye Borong returned home from studying abroad, it seemed that he wanted to compete with Ye Songhan.

After dinner, Ye Liuyuan went back to the room, checked the exhibition of Song Huici's return to the country that Ye's father said was still in progress, and planned to take a look.At least get a feel for his paintings before approaching him for the task.

In the afternoon, Ye Liuyuan took the original owner's car keys and drove to the art exhibition.

The interior decoration of the exhibition is very interesting. There are many splatters of red wall paint on the painted black walls, which looks like large pieces of blood splashed on the black walls.

The ground is also covered with black tiles, but the tiles are made of unknown technology, and there are also large patches of dazzling red.

The light hits the smooth tiles, and the red on the ground has a strange sense of flow.Together with the blood-like red paint splashed on the wall, the entire black-based interior is full of violent collision and struggle.

Song Huici's painting was hung on the wall, and there was a small square pond under the painting, which was filled with something similar to blood plasma of unknown composition.

Underneath each picture, the picture hangs on the wall, as if the blood in the picture is constantly splattered on the wall, and the excess blood flows down the wall, flows into the pond, and then overflows, on the black tiles Flowing on the ground.

This art exhibition is not dead, but alive.

The paintings and interior decoration have a distinct sense of flow, and visitors walking in the exhibition have a feeling of rushing towards their faces and passing through them.

Song Huici was in the exhibition, and was communicating with some collectors. When he saw Ye Liuyuan walking in, he paused insignificantly, and walked towards Ye Liuyuan.

"Brother Song." Ye Liuyuan greeted him with a smile, "Thank you last time."

Thank you, Yeliuyuan took it very seriously.

Song Huici didn't wear those white gloves today, but his attire was similar to that of Ye Liuyuan when he met him secretly.

"What are you doing here?" Song Huici's question seemed to be icy.

"I don't want to do anything. Second brother and dad often praise Song Ge's paintings, so I'm very interested, just take a look." After Ye Liuyuan finished speaking, she rubbed hands with Song Huici like a real visitor. Over the shoulder, he went straight to the wall with the paintings.

Ye Liuyuan walked in front of one painting after another, and found that Song Huici's paintings had a completely different feeling from him.

Whether it's the original owner's memory or the secret encounter, Song Huici is elegant and indifferent.His coldness is thousands of miles away, he is a wasteland and a glacier.

Struggle, flow, freshness, and fierce collision, but his paintings are full of these.

After browsing around the art exhibition, Ye Liuyuan finally stood in front of the biggest main painting, which was called "The Man Who Bound Himself".

The subject of the painting is a faceless person, with his upper body bare, his hands crossed in front of his chest, and he is tightly bound by bandages from head to waist.

But the things that bind the people in the painting are very vaguely drawn by the artist, which is very similar to the skin color.This made him look like a human figurine, with arms and body dissolved together, no facial features, and a blurred face.

He seemed to be bound, but the things that bound him had already integrated with his skin, making it impossible to see that he was being bound.

It was a pale figure with blurred features, skin as deadly white as the bandages.

But the most amazing thing is the several intertwined red lines on his chest, as if he was cut to pieces, or like a thin knife cut a long and thin wound on his body, more like another layer of bondage Red silk thread.

This layer of blood gave this pale and blurred person a certain meaning. Is it restraint, struggle, or broken?

Ye Liuyuan is a writer. He doesn't understand the complicated artistic techniques and genres in the painting world, but he is amazed by the resonance of beauty and metaphor.

Ye Liuyuan walked around and felt that this painting can definitely be called the pinnacle of this exhibition.

I just don't know if the painting will be sold or not.

But... Thinking of this, Ye Liuyuan suddenly discovered a problem.

"Mr. System, my mission goal is to 'obtain Song Huici's peak work'. What is the specific definition of this so-called peak work? Is it the peak work of this exhibition, or..."

The system gave him the answer: "Mr. Ye, it is literally the pinnacle of work."

The pinnacle work, the pinnacle work of Song Huici, that is to say, the pinnacle of all the paintings in his life, not the ones in this exhibition.

Ye Liuyuan realized the pitfalls of this task, a painter may not even know which painting is his pinnacle.

Some painters' first painting is the pinnacle of his life, and some painter's last painting before his death is his pinnacle.

Moreover, there are many definitions of the pinnacle work, and the pinnacle work considered by various outside critics is not necessarily the pinnacle work considered by the artist himself.

This is too bad, basically an impossible task.

"Then, is the definition of 'peak work' defined by the outside world or by the artist himself?" Ye Liuyuan asked.

"It was defined by the artist himself." The system replied.

That's okay, the outside world may argue for decades about which work is the pinnacle of a painter, and each has its own favorites, so how can there be a unified standard.

But even if it is the pinnacle work that the painter himself considers, this is still a pit.

Like Song Huici's art exhibition held this time, there are only a few paintings hanging out. There may be a painting that he thinks is the pinnacle, but he has never disclosed it to the outside world.If that's the case, isn't he game over.

Ye Liuyuan stood in front of this painting for a long time, until the opening time of the exhibition was almost over, and all the visitors were almost gone, he finally waited for an opportunity to call Song Huici to stop.

"Brother Song, is this the work you are most satisfied with so far?" Ye Liuyuan didn't look at Song Huici, but looked up at the painting, seemingly inadvertently said: "The people in this painting have prototypes or models. Or, is this your self-portrait at all?"

Song Huici's footsteps suddenly stopped when he left.

As the sun sets, dim and warm light shines into the room. Yeliuyuan and Song Huici stand opposite each other, like two solid sculptures.

Finally, Song Huici turned to look at Yeliuyuan, the sound of leather shoes knocking on the smooth tiles was clearly audible.

Ye Liuyuan also turned around, looked at Song Huici without hesitation, and said, "Am I wrong? If this is not your self-portrait, then why did I see you secretly that day?"

Ye Liuyuan took a few steps forward, walked up to Song Huici, approached him, and said, "Huh? Brother Song, what did you play in secret that night? Do you know how to play with whips? Uh..."

The next moment Yeliuyuan was pinched by Song Huici's throat against the wall next to it. Song Huici bent down and lowered his head, the golden chain on the side of his glasses fell down, and said: "If you want to know, I don't mind letting you know, but you Can't afford to step into secrecy."

Song Huici's hand tightened hard, and then loosened suddenly.

"So, Ye Liuyuan, learn to shut up."

"Cough cough." Ye Liuyuan coughed twice, looked at Song Huici who turned around with a cold face and strode away, and said loudly, "But I just want one of your paintings."

"Mr. Song, let me shut up, I just need one of your paintings."

"What painting do you want?" Song Huici turned to ask him.

Ye Liuyuan evoked a smile, in the world where black and red collided, under the pale but vivid portrait, he said: "I want your pinnacle work!"