The mountains are colorful from afar, and the water is silent when you listen closely.
The flowers remain even though spring is gone, and the birds are not scared when people come.
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— Wang Wei, Painting
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The moon is hazy, the lights are hazy, and the people in the painting are even hazier.
Wang Yi sat in front of "Aomei Tu", the posthumous work of Taoist Huangshan, sitting motionless in a daze. In his eyes, there were only the red plum blossoms and the beauty in the "Aomei Tu".
Wang Yi was not a person who liked calligraphy and painting. He bought paintings from Fu Mingsui in order to show his filial piety to Fu Kun and to follow the elegant trends in the capital.
Since he had this "Aomei Tu", dignitaries often came to his house just to see this "Aomei Tu". This really helped him gain a foothold in the capital, allowing him to enter the elegant and noble circles of the capital more quickly.
But gradually, Wang Yi felt a strange jealousy when he saw those people pointing and criticizing "Aomei Tu". He developed a desire to possess the painting that he couldn't explain.
The painting was indeed so beautiful that it fascinated him. He was less and less willing to share it with others, and less and less willing to see those people's obsessed eyes on his painting. The feeling that made him sick was like taking off the clothes of his beloved girl for others to see.
He was deeply unhappy about this, but for the sake of his rights, he still reluctantly allowed people to see it. Recently, he decided to refuse visitors who wanted to see the "Aomei Tu" on the grounds of conservation.
Among the waves of people who came, Wang Yi gradually learned some rumors about the Taoist priest Huangshan and the painting "Aomei Tu".
Taoist Huangshan is a nickname. His real name is Huang Ye. He is a famous painter in the early Qian Dynasty. Taoist Huangshan has always only painted landscapes. His painting style is also neat and well-known for its meticulousness. Because of his exquisite and detailed works, he was quite loved by the ancestor emperor at that time.
Once a painting is favored by the emperor, the painter will be promoted overnight and become a noble. Often, it is difficult to get a painting.
But gradually, Huang Ye's paintings reached a bottleneck, and he could only paint mountains and rivers. Soon, other painters caught up with him, and his popularity in the capital gradually declined. It used to be hard to find a painting, but later, no one wanted it even if it was given away for free.
Suddenly one year, his painting style changed to be bright and bold, and it was this painting "Ao Mei Tu" that made him famous. This unrestrained painting style, the bright contrast of colors, and the looming beauty instantly made Huang Ye's paintings full of vitality, no longer as lifeless as landscapes.
His paintings began to arouse people's imagination. People couldn't help but wonder what the beauty in the painting was doing? What was she thinking? Who was she standing there waiting for? Was it her lover
Such speculations made Huang Ye's paintings become more interesting to look at over and over again. And the painting "Ao Mei Tu" was also collected by Huang Ye himself and kept in his bedroom.
After that, there was an endless stream of people asking for his paintings. Huang Ye included this beauty in all the landscapes he was good at, making his paintings not only have scenery but also emotions. The combination of scene and emotion makes people imagine.
Suddenly one day, Huang Ye decided to stay in seclusion to paint, and this seclusion lasted for half a month. During this half month, he stayed in his room and did not go out. There were servants waiting at the door to remove the painting. Then, something strange happened.
The next day, the servant opened the door to deliver breakfast as usual, and when he was about to clean, he found that Huang Ye was missing!
The servant confirmed that Huang Ye had never left the room, so how did he disappear out of nowhere
Since then, the legend of the Taoist Huangshan becoming an immortal began to spread among the people. It was said that his painting was so good that the Jade Emperor invited him to be a painter, just like his nickname: Taoist Huangshan, he became an immortal.
No one knows whether he became an immortal or not. All we know is that this painting, Aomei Tu, which made Huang Ye famous again, was destroyed several times and finally disappeared.
Until today, it was bought by Wang Yi.
Such a legendary painting has returned to the capital again. How could those who love paintings not come to see it
Wang Yi sat in front of the painting, gazing at it deeply: "Aomeitu, ah Aomeitu, you have brought me great fortune, how can I repay you?"
"Come in and keep me company..." Suddenly, these four gentle words passed by his ears like the wind. The soft, gritty voice was indistinguishable between male and female, yet extremely alluring.
Wang Yi continued to stare at the painting in front of him: "So beautiful... So beautiful..."
The scroll swayed gently in the wind, and the red plum blossoms seemed to come alive and swayed in front of Wang Yi's eyes, just like the branches of the red plum blossoms swaying gently in the breeze. The red, gorgeous petals fluttered, they floated out of the scroll, floated into the air around Wang Yi, and fell into the palm of his hand.
He stared at it infatuatedly, completely mesmerized by the picturesque scenery, and didn't notice the weirdness of the scene at all.
"Come..." The faint, ethereal voice reappeared, and the beauty among the red plums actually moved. She turned slowly, her black hair flying in the wind, and her face was looming in the flying hair.
She extended her hand toward Wang Yi.
She extended her hand toward Wang Yi.
Wang Yi stood up stupidly, eyes wide open: "Beauty... you finally turned around..." He walked closer to Ao Meitu step by step, stretched out his hand to the beauty, "Take me there... Take me there..."
The red petals suddenly began to spin and became densely packed, surrounding Wang Yi. In the light, they actually emitted a terrifying blood-red light. The bright red blood light illuminated the entire room and dyed the surrounding walls red.
Thick blood was actually hanging down from the beams, first dripping like rain, then pouring down like a torrential rain. In an instant, the whole room seemed to be washed by blood and turned completely blood red.
The flower petals were spinning in front of Wang Yi, completely blocking his view of the sea of blood outside. Even without any obstruction, his infatuated eyes could only focus on the beautiful woman in white in the painting.
He walked into the red plum aisle, his figure gradually disappearing into the petals. The petals began to spin rapidly again, circling the room, like a red blood snake, and rushed back into the scroll.
Suddenly, the wind stopped, the painting stopped, the blood stopped, everything stopped. Time stopped for a moment in this room, the blood drops stopped in the air, and the candle flames also froze.
The next moment, a red vortex appeared on the screen, sucking all the blood into it!
Every drop of blood on the wall, on the floor, on the bed was absorbed into the painting!
The candlelight flickered again, but there was no trace of Wang Yi in the room. On the painting of Ao Mei, a drop of blood slowly slid down, gradually disappearing into the gorgeous red plum blossoms... (To be continued)