Chapter 31 Chapter 9: The Peerless Painting

Feng Xiang opened the door in relief, then took two steps back, leaned over to welcome and said: Feng Xiang is sincerely grateful to the great swordsman for coming. She is wearing rough white one-piece overalls, and the overalls are covered with traces of oil paint in different shades, making her seem to carry a rainbow with her. If she is thinner and worse, her sick body will make people feel the beauty of the rainbow. But briefly. I stepped into the garden of this independent mansion and looked around. I saw all kinds of potted borders, filled with different plants of strange colors and shapes, either on the ground or hanging under the eaves, making it feel like entering a dense forest.

Fengxiang said from behind me: These are all taught me to plant by the priestess Huayun. My heart moved and I said: You and Priestess Huayun must be very good friends. Feng Xiang came to me, smiled softly, and said: Hua Yun is one of the few people I admire, she has great wisdom and the most beautiful arms. I laughed and said: Have you ever made a portrait of her? Fengxiang sighed: Alas!It's not that she didn't think about it, but she couldn't accept my request to her. Curious, I turned around, looked down at the slender and pretty female painter in front of me, and said, "What request?"

Feng Xiang's pretty face was so pitifully white that she blushed a little, she lowered her head and said: "I said that the great swordsman didn't laugh at me." At this time, she looked like a little girl like a red moon. My childlike innocence grew, and I said, "Say it first, and see if it's funny." Feng Xiang stared at me in disbelief, turned around and walked into the house, saying: Come in and we'll talk!She actually avoided talking about her request to Hua Yun. I can't do anything with her, should I pinch her throat and ask her to speak out? Shaking his head with a wry smile, he followed her inside.

Even though I was mentally prepared, I was still taken aback. This big two-story house turned out to be just a large space without any partitions. There are no less than a thousand canvases in wooden frames piled up in the studio, everything from the size of a human body to the size of a silk scarf. There are more than a hundred clay pots filled with bright and eye-catching paints scattered in every corner. The farthest side was about forty feet wide and a thirty-foot high wall was vacated. Three landing gears that could be raised and lowered were placed in front of the wall. paint on. It happened that the sunlight was pouring in from the window near the top, so I couldn't see what the seemingly messy light black lines were drawing on the wall.

Feng Xiang turned around and said with a smile: This is my studio.There was an air of pride in his demeanor. My eyes wandered around. Most of them are landscape paintings and buildings, and the characters only account for one-third each. The painting is exquisite and unrestrained and natural. Even if it is a simple painting of sparse forests and distant trees, it still has the feeling of being big in the small and capturing the whole in one corner. , Suddenly, I got lost in the world in the painting. When I came to a large horizontal painting, my heart was shocked, because I knew that she painted this painting there.

In the painting is the beautiful Piaoxiang River, which meanders and goes away. This is the angle I looked at the Piaoxiang River with the red moon in my arms this morning. I didn’t have much interest in painting, but I was deeply impressed by her works. Fascinated. In the empire, the status of a painter is very low, less than that of a driller, and all of them are figure paintings. The faces of the characters in the paintings are all tense, and the colors are dull and lifeless. But in the inner world of Fengxiang's paintings, I feel the surging love beating. The brushwork seems to be extremely random, but it just happens to capture the charm of the objects, and the artistic conception is endless.

Fengxiang's voice sounded behind me and said: This is the Piaoxiang River outside the city. I nodded and sighed: Yes, I know!Pointing to a painting that was turned upside down and about five feet square, he said: Why is this piece turned upside down? Feng Xiang was silent for a while, then said in a deep voice: I finished this painting seven months ago, for some reason, I didn't want to see it from the moment I finished it, I was a little scared. I was curious again, and said: Can you let me have a look? Feng Xiang hesitated for a while, then walked to the side of the painting, turned the front of the painting around, facing me.

In the painting is a woman with silver-gray hair. She is about forty years old. Her appearance is not unattractive, but her nostrils are narrower and longer than ordinary people, making her look a bit unnatural and gloomy. But the problem is not here, the problem lies in her. The long and slender eyes reveal an indescribably deep and cold taste, which makes people shudder, and the more you look at it, the stronger the feeling. who is this Feng Xiang said: In the Eighth Division of Tianmiao, there is another priestess outside Huayun︱Nvshi Yin. I was stunned for a moment, this is the priestess who has supernatural powers and is good at medicine.

Feng Xiang silently put back the portrait of Yin Nushi. I walked to her side and whispered: Does this look like her? Feng Xiang nodded, her delicate body trembled suddenly, and leaned towards me. I put my arms around her fragrant shoulders in shock, and said: What's wrong!not comfortable?You didn't see the portrait of Yin Nushi just now. Fengxiang left my embrace in embarrassment, and walked towards the empty wall. I stopped and looked at it in amazement. At this close angle, I finally see what the criss-crossing lines on the wall represent. That was the preliminary line draft of my painting, especially the outline of the face. Although there are only a few strokes, it clearly shows me.

In the mural, I am lying on the wall with a horse-shaped object that looks like flying snow. The sharp lines make me feel like a witch's blade placed on my body. Two feet, one foot is on the shore of the pure land near the sea, the other foot is immersed in the sea outside the pure land, indescribably magnificent, indescribably free and comfortable, the sky is still blank, this beautiful woman of peerless talent The painter actually threw himself into my arms, holding my waist tightly with jade hands. I can't feel the love between a man and a woman at all, there is only a kind of sublimated love, a kind of spiritual contact that transcends the material, although her body is so real.

I reached out and hugged her tightly. Fengxiang sighed contentedly, and left my embrace. Sheng Nong's solemn expression made me know that I had become a most beautiful work of art in her heart. Feng Xiang stepped back and stood next to this great but unfinished mural, staring at me for a moment, with endless affection in her eyes, and said softly: After I came back last night, I started to draft and write for the painting of the Great Sword Master. Up to this moment, I should be very tired, but in fact, I have never tried to be so energetic, so happy and carefree, so lovable! I forgot the world outside the studio, and the endless war and death going on outside. I moved in front of her, put my hands on the walls on both sides of her body, looked down at her upturned pretty face, and said softly: You don't need me to come, you can also make this painting well, why invite me to come?From this angle, she gives the impression of being delicate and in need of care. Fengxiang cherry lips spat lightly: Yes!Any thing I have seen once can be painted after many years, but I must have you come, because the painting on the wall is a dream in the cold reality, and only when you come, can this dream become reality. She closed her eyes slowly, and said in a gnat-like voice: When this painting is finished, I will own you, all your love, and you are all mine. I was moved for a while. Her love for me is different from any woman before. It transcends material and reality and is a pure spiritual union. I said: Open your eyes! She opened her eyes softly. I don't have the ability to remember her with a photographic memory. I concentrate on her delicate and charming face and remember every detail. She was surprisingly calm and let me feast on her beauty. I lowered my head, kissed her soft cherry lips, and then slowly backed away. When I opened the door and left, she still closed her eyes and leaned against the great mural that had just started. I learned a new lesson in life from her.