Arbors intertwined

"Welcome, welcome, Mr. Zhou, it will be so splendid to have you join this art exhibition!" In the exhibition hall of Jinxiu Gallery, the organizer of this Chinese and Western art exhibition exchange meeting saw the old man walking in from the door, and hurriedly greeted him. Stepped forward and held the old man's hand and said excitedly.

The old man's hair was nearly gray, his complexion was ruddy, and he looked energetic and vigorous. He smiled and said, "Where, there are so many rookies gathered here, and they are all good seedlings."

As an honorary member of the Artists Association, Zhou Lao has always been the highest pillar of the art circle in H City, and also a well-known professor of X Academy of Fine Arts.As long as he joins any art exhibition, it will be of great help in publicizing public opinion.

Of course, the young painters who can win his favor must have great prospects.

However, anyone who recognizes Mr. Zhou also knows his temper.

Although he seems to be smiling and talkative, he is never ambiguous when it comes to painting. Every time he goes to an art exhibition, he doesn't like to have people around him constantly introducing and recommending himself.

Therefore, after a simple greeting, the organizer also recruited clever service staff to follow behind Mr. Zhou silently, and continued to greet others by himself.

Elder Zhou was naturally satisfied with this arrangement, and his eyes kept lingering on the various paintings hanging on the wall.

Walking around the corner, Mr. Zhou saw a pair of oil paintings hanging there, and couldn't help showing a look similar to a dumb smile.

"Teacher Zhou, I didn't expect to meet you here." A clear voice interrupted Mr. Zhou's thoughts, with a smile and familiarity.

Elder Zhou turned his head in surprise, and saw a woman in a champagne-colored suit looking at him. Her face with delicate makeup was not obscured by the gold-lined clothes at all, and her hair was parted in the middle and curled in waves. The child hangs down, and there is a bit of intimacy in the smile.

"Long time no see, did Teacher Zhou forget me?" The woman who seemed to be in her 20s approached, and many people were attracted by her, but she didn't feel a bit uncomfortable, as if she was used to such attention. .Although she is not too old, the calm demeanor carried by this woman is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

Elder Zhou carefully looked at the girl in front of him. He had never seen a girl with such temperament in recent years, but look at the tiny red mole under the corner of her right eye...

"It's...Xin girl?" An immature little face appeared in Zhou Lao's mind. She was a very cute little girl with a sweet smile, but the mole of tears that had been endowed with a miserable meaning had been clearly growing there. That smile just got a little more gorgeous.

Sure enough, the smile of the woman in front of her deepened, and the red moles at the corners of her eyes shone brightly: "Mr. Zhou still remembers me, I'm so honored."

Knowing the right person, Mr. Zhou also smiled. Thinking of the little girl he taught in the past, he couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional: "It's been more than ten years, the little girl has grown up."

Mu Zixin nodded with a smile. She had already walked to Elder Zhou and looked at the painting he was looking at earlier: "It has been 15 years and three months since I last saw Teacher Zhou." She said the number accurately, As if keeping in mind the calculations all the time, "Teacher Zhou doesn't look much different from back then, so he must be in good health?"

Hearing Mu Zixin tell the time directly, Mr. Zhou couldn't help being a little surprised and moved. Of course, his impression of Mu Zixin was always good, and he couldn't help but subconsciously look at her right hand: "My body has always been good. Dealing with you young kids every day, I feel like I'm getting younger." He chuckled, and naturally took Mu Zixin to look at these paintings together, "People nowadays have good conditions since they were young, and now there are more and more newcomers in the painting circle. gone."

Mu Zixin raised her eyebrows slightly, looking at the oil painting in front of her eyes: "Is Mr. Zhou happy or unhappy?"

Glancing at Mu Zixin, who was clear in his heart, Mr. Zhou shook his head angrily. This little girl is still a ghost: "I just feel sorry for some people who obviously have extraordinary talents, but they didn't take this path in the end."

He simply avoided the question, and did not answer against his will. Mr. Zhou has lived for decades, and it is not impossible to solve such a small problem.

However, Mu Zixin didn't look disappointed, and just nodded in agreement: "It's a pity." Her eyes remained on the oil painting on the wall in front of her, the canvas was full of bright and dazzling colors, "That time it was me So careless, so for over a decade I deliberately avoided everything."

Mu Zixin liked painting very much since she was a child, and Mu's father paid a lot of money to find Mr. Zhou and asked him to teach painting for his precious little daughter. this teacher.

However, after studying for two years, when she was ten years old, an accident happened. Mu Zixin's right hand was seriously injured. Even after treatment and rehabilitation, she was no longer as flexible as before.So far, she has never mentioned painting.

Elder Zhou never expected that Mu Zixin would mention that incident by himself.

At that time, he felt sorry for this good student for a long time, and even suggested learning to do things with his left hand, but the child pursed his lips and refused to hold a paintbrush.

I remember at that time, the little girl said this: "If you can't do the best, then there is no point in continuing."

I really don't know how such a young child can say such a thing!Elder Zhou couldn't help being a little annoyed, but he had to admit that even if Mu Zixin learned to do things with his left hand, he couldn't be as good as his right hand.After all, it was the most deeply rooted feeling that was planted when I first came into contact with the basic skills.

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy, but Mu Zixin changed her tone with a simple voice, bringing the whole atmosphere back: "But that was in the past, Mr. Zhou, look at me, but I just got off the plane and rushed to see the art exhibition. .” She looked at Elder Zhou with crooked eyebrows like a good student asking for praise.

Mr. Zhou suddenly felt that he was too old to keep up with the active thinking of young people, but he still smiled: "Is there any work you like?"

Mu Zixin nodded and pointed at the oil painting in front of her with her slender finger. It was a landscape painting, with a quiet hillside, a dense forest in the distance, and the sky was covered with colorful clouds, just like a beautiful scene of the setting sun. .

It was obviously a seemingly simple and featureless landscape oil painting, but Mu Zixin chose this one, and the look in her eyes showed that she did not make a random choice.

Elder Zhou couldn't help but look at Mu Zixin meaningfully, and then said with a smile, "If it's this one, I can recognize the artist."

"Oh?" Mu Zixin looked at Mr. Zhou in surprise, and then a smile appeared in the corner of his eyes, "It seems that he is Mr. Zhou's favorite student, can I get to know him?"

Zhou Laoben had this idea, because considering Mu Zixin's attitude towards painting had never been mentioned before, it would be better for her to raise it now, so she nodded immediately: "I don't know where she is at the moment? Or You have to go in and see."

Mu Zixin smiled, without any objection, with a good attitude of following the teacher closely.

The two walked side by side into the exhibition hall.

Most of them were in small groups, some were watching carefully, some were talking in a low voice, Mu Zixin walked slowly with Elder Zhou, and smiled and gave simple answers to Elder Zhou's occasional questions.

Although it is not as casual as those who majored in fine arts, they can just say a bunch of professional terms, but they have a unique vision. The experience and aesthetics of many years are there, and they can get to the point every time, making Mr. Zhou nod again and again, and the regret in his heart is hidden A little deeper.

Whether it's talent or condition, this Mu Zixin is first-class, but it's a pity...

Just as Zhou Lao was lost in thought, Mu Zixin pursed her lips slightly, and looked away calmly.

How could she not know that Mr. Zhou's thoughtful, dedicated old man, even though he has seen many big scenes, still reveals his true state of mind in his eyes.

Mu Zixin frowned slightly, but relaxed when her eyes touched a person.

It was a slender figure with a plain linen blouse and long skirt, and long black hair hanging straight to her waist, forming an invisible quiet space, inexplicably out of place with the surroundings.

Mu Zixin looked at it with great interest. In this way, if a paper umbrella was stuffed in her hand, she would really look like a gentle woman walking out of a painting.

At this moment, Mr. Zhou also noticed the person Mu Zixin was looking at, and said with a smile, "I didn't expect you to see the person first." He stepped forward and patted her on the shoulder, but unexpectedly didn't call for anyone.

Seeing Mr. Zhou's actions, Mu Zixin's eyes flickered slightly, and after turning away, he continued to look at the goddess-like person in front of him.

She turned her head, first saw Elder Zhou with a look of surprise in her eyes, then lowered her eyes respectfully, bowed politely, and soon straightened up to look directly at Elder Zhou.

During this series of actions, there was not a single sound.

"Qiao Ran, my favorite student, the painting just now is her work." Elder Zhou obviously liked this student very much, introduced him to Mu Zixin with a smile, then turned his head to look at Qiao Ran, "Mu Zixin, I also learned painting from me before, and my talent is not inferior to yours, so you can communicate more."

Qiao Ran kept looking at Mr. Zhou until he finished speaking, then turned to Mu Zixin.

Although he felt the strangeness, Mu Zixin still smiled generously and stretched out his hand: "Teacher Zhou is joking, I haven't painted for a long time, and now I only have to study. My name is Mu Zixin, nice to meet you, Qiao Ran."

She read the names of the two of them again, and when she saw the woman named Qiao Ran focus on her face, or more specifically her lips, she had a guess in her heart.

Qiao Ran also stretched out her hand. The hand that has been painting all the year round has slender and smooth fingers and neatly cut nails, which shows the personality of the master.

After lightly shaking Mu Zixin's hand, Qiao Ran quickly let go and retracted it, hanging loosely by his side, nodded with eyebrows drawn together, and still did not speak.

"Girl Xin, Qiao Ran she..." Since Mr. Zhou wanted the two of them to get to know each other, of course he hoped that they would have a pleasant exchange, but the objective question was always there, so he looked to Mu Zixin to explain.

But this time, Mu Zixin interrupted him: "Mr. Zhou, I know." She looked at Qiao Ran with a smile on her lips, and she didn't miss the coldness that flashed in her eyes, which seemed to be gentle and easy She looks like a close goddess, but inside she might be sure~

Thinking of this, Mu Zixin's lack of interest after returning to China finally emerged.

"However, I don't think it's a question that needs to be taken care of, is it, Qiao Ran?" Mu Zixin smiled and met Qiao Ran's gaze, only chanting the name on purpose.