Life is bloody eight o'clock

The entrance of the exhibition imitates the gallery gate located on the streets of Paris in 1880, and the sign La Maison Art Nouveau (Modern House) pays tribute to the artist Samuel Bean.

In the window of the main gate, there is a promotional poster for this exhibition. There are four geometric patterns representing art, technology, East and West brushes, machines, Far East plants, and Western women in the pictorial. The theme of "Art and Technology" - the charm of Art Nouveau.

Walking into the preface hall of the exhibition, metal bends into the curves of plants and simulates the ripples of the water surface cut out of stone, which is a common technique used by architect Gemma.

At the entrance of the preface hall, stood Yuan Ben.

He was wearing a white collared shirt, a dark blue tie, a linen double-breasted vest, a dark blue walking suit, a pair of plaid suit trousers of the same color, a pair of thin-rimmed glasses, elegant, It looks like a British aristocrat in the 19th century.

"Work clothes, in order to match the atmosphere of the exhibition." Yuan Ben explained the reason for his grand attire, "The leader specially asked someone to customize it."

"Very handsome." Ning Jun raised his thumbs up, "The uniform suit and overalls are really boring, you guys did a great job of detailing."

"Serve the people." Yuan Ben pushed up his glasses, showing a smile of a public servant, "Thomas is doing the final confirmation work, and I will show you around before the opening."

The details of Yuan Ben's exhibition are indeed gold in details. On the corridor leading to the theme in the preface hall, seven lights are projected on the wall using slide projection technology, and there is a line of explanation under each light.

"This is taken from John Ruskin's "Seven Lamps of Architecture". The first lamp is dedicated, and the handicraft products are the proof of man's devotion to God; the second lamp is real, and the way of manual labor truly reflects the material and structure."

Yuan Ben pointed to a black-and-white photo on the wall and explained, "This is the Crystal Palace in England. It was built after the industrial revolution. The advancement of technology brought about the proliferation of materials and changed the shape of the building. John Ruskin once said , the Crystal Palace was the behemoth of their day in great glass and cast iron.

He is a typical conservatism. If he lived today, he would probably not agree to participate in this exhibition. After all, the overall shape of CBD is what he hates the most. "

"The life of the fifth lamp, the building can only be completed by hand to transform the joy of craftsmen's work into an art that can touch people's hearts; the seventh lamp is loyal and obedient, without self-righteous creation, only extracted from the best existing products Essence."

"I can understand Ruskin's thoughts. Things made by machines really affect the taste of life. Handcrafted products have more stories and characters."

"Hahaha, you are the aesthetic taste of a typical bourgeoisie. At that time, many people from well-to-do families worried that the standardized production of machines would cause an overall decline in the taste of life."

"Is not it?"

"As a proletarian, I agree more with Nicholas Pevsner when he said that art has nothing to do with us if it is not for everyone."

"Art always selects its audience. For example, Lao Xu cannot enjoy art."

Ning Jun pointed out Xu Douxiao, who had been silently accompanying him all this time, "I dare say he didn't hear a single word. According to what you said, this art exhibition is meaningless."

"People like Lao Xu are buyers of art."

"how do I say this."

"Because he has a fiancée like you who knows how to enjoy art, so he must pay for art."

Yuan Ben guided them into the main hall, "So we can't judge the taste of the patrons, we just need to respect them."

Ning Jun applauded Yuan Ben.

“After all, we have been in the service industry for many years.”

Xu Douxiao didn't refute at all, he has no taste, no artistic perception, but he has spending power, there is no need to struggle, Yuan Ben has already mocked him a hundred times.

All he wanted to do now was to follow them and listen to his show off and steal a little of the sweetness of the old days.

"In any case, no matter how conservative theorists try to argue, handwork is no match for the machine, and neither the builders of crystal palaces nor the creators of new forms are ultimately true changemakers, according to Semper. The idea of ​​going back to the source and looking for archetypes advocated may be more instructive.

Based on the present, in the face of the rapid and iterative development of science and technology, the practice of blindly applying new technologies and the thinking of historicism cannot bring about major changes. The important thing is to face the torrent of the times and discover the "new feelings" belonging to this era. "

"Muchia is a very successful artist in terms of making the past serve the present, and developing and changing." Yuan Ben pointed to a series of paintings named after the four seasons, "This kind of use of plants and geometric figures, and the depiction of the beauty of women is indeed very good... "

At this moment, the intercom on Yuan himself rang, and he listened to it, and he wanted to say goodbye to them in apology: "The opening ceremony is about to start, and I still have some things to do, you can go shopping first, and I will let Thomas give it to you later." As you explain, he is more than a professional in Western painting."

After Yuan Ben left, Xu Douxiao asked a question he had always wanted to ask.

"How did you two get along so well? How did you know each other?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

Two years ago...

Yuan Ben saw Su Tang again half a year later, not long after Christmas, the snow gradually melted, and the snow mixed with the mud was dirty gray everywhere.

At that time, he was burdened with five heavy reference books, lingering in his head about the painful summary at the end of last year. Su Tang, who was wearing a white down jacket, blocked his way abruptly.

Yuan Ben barely had time to trample on the opponent's foot with his heavy boots. He took a step back and looked at her in confusion, unable to remember her identity for a moment.

"Yuan Ben." Su Tang showed a sad smile, "I want to talk to you."

oh.Yuan Ben suddenly realized, appeared suddenly, and asked to talk to him with a sad face. Everything seemed to be a tragedy again, and this petite lady could only be Xu Douxiao's cousin.

At the moment Yuan Ben had no other thoughts but to run away, but social morality required him to stand where he was, and nodded with a forced smile.

"coffee?"

Yuan Ben has never liked coffee, but Xu Douxiao is the one who likes coffee. Since every time he smells coffee, he will think of his ex-boyfriend. It is really not a good choice to "talk" with his ex-boyfriend's cousin in a coffee shop, but it is better than Stand strong in the ice and snow.

"I went to the museum, and your colleague told me that you usually prepare papers in the library on Thursday." Su Tang took a sip of his coffee, "That, that's good."

Yuan Ben frowned, not understanding what she meant.He is very clear about the attitude of Xu Douxiao's family towards their relationship, and Su Tang's appearance is not just for a few innocuous greetings.

Something happened to Xu Douxiao, and it was a big deal.With a flash of thought in his mind, his heart ached, and even his expression became distorted.

"Xiaoxiao has an accident." Su Tang paused, tears dripping into the coffee, "He has had a bad life in the past six months, smoking, drinking, and working hard, and no one will persuade him... fainted in the apartment yesterday Here, if it’s not, or if someone goes to see it, I know I shouldn’t come to you, but at this time, only you can persuade him, I came here without telling his parents, they..."

Yuan Ben didn't speak, leaned in the booth and listened to Su Tang's intermittent description of Xu Douxiao's absurd work and rest for half a year, his dismal health condition, obsessive solitude, all he felt was like a dream.

"I see." He almost coldly took out the tissue from his bag and handed it to Su Tang, "Let me see."

Yuan Ben got up and paid the money, with the hospital address and ward number Su Tang gave him in his pocket, Xu Douxiao in his mind, and Su Tang's hesitation to speak.

"Auntie, auntie, she can't stand the slightest trouble."

Of course, Yuan Ben met Xu Douxiao's mother, she was decisive and stubborn, and she could fight to the death for her son's "normality". He remembered the war half a year ago, and his heart ached. He wanted to get Xu Douxiao's life back on track, but he forgot how important the seven years he and Xu Douxiao were together occupied in each other's lives. In Xu Douxiao's life, being with him It is the right track, his departure is not a tolerant let go but a cowardly escape.

Yuan Ben called Su Tang before going to the hospital to make sure that Xu Douxiao’s parents had left the hospital that day. He lingered in the supermarket next to the hospital for nearly an hour, wandering in front of one shelf after another, forcing himself to pick one. Visiting gift.

Then he stood stupidly at the door of Xu Douxiao's ward again, through the window, he saw a petite girl in loose clothes sitting on the bedside, her black hair was casually coiled behind her head, and her dark circles set off her tears Her eyes were frighteningly big, she was helping Xu Douxiao wipe her hands, she was talking something while wiping, obviously sad but forced to laugh.

Yuan Ben didn't know her, never met or heard of such a person.

He watched her gently put Xu Douxiao's hand into the quilt, pressed the corners of the quilt, and walked towards the door with the basin in hand. Yuan wanted to avoid it, but felt that he was being ridiculous, so the door opened after hesitation.

The girl was also obviously taken aback by the man standing at the door, she pursed her lips, brushed the broken hair behind her ears, and looked at him asking: "Who are you?"

"I'm here to see Xu Douxiao." Yuan Ben held up the fruit basket defensively, shaking it to prove something..." I heard that he was ill, er, I'm his college classmate. Uh , Yuan Ben." "His sister told you." She smiled and stretched out her hand..." I haven't introduced myself yet, I'm Ning Jun, Xu Douxiao's girlfriend. "Oh. Yuan Ben blinked. Oh...

He also stretched out his hand and shook it gently. She looked really small, barely reaching his shoulders, soft but tough, and she seemed to be the type who couldn't trouble her in anything.Very suitable for Xu Douxiao.

Yuan Ben wanted to go home.