Mo Yisheng looked at the drawing board intently, and Yan Haian walked behind him: "Is the painting finished?"
The picture is a daily scene, one person is sitting at the dining table eating, the light is coming in from the outside, it is about evening, the light is dim, which makes the tone of the whole painting heavy. The main character in the painting is He Ling. Compared with him in reality, there is a touch of indifference and arrogance between his brows. He put his hand on the table knife thoughtfully, but did not pick it up. people feel nervous.
This painting is quite different from Mo Yisheng's previous style, full of hints of uneasiness, but more tense.
Originally, Mo Yisheng insisted on painting Yan Haian, but Yan Haian really didn't want to be Mo Yisheng's model, so he still refused after the other party tried for a long time.
This made Mo Yisheng very sad, and he ignored Yan Hai'an longer than ever before. For the first time, Yan Hai'an also didn't know how to coax Mo Yisheng, because this time he was not thinking about Mo Yisheng, but for Sun Yan.
Sun Yan was already jealous of Mo Yisheng, and if Yan Hai'an appeared in his writing again, he would definitely have trouble with him again. In addition, Yan Hai'an didn't have time either, he had something to draw himself.
It was this long cold war that dimmed something important between Mo Yisheng and Yan Haian.
"Well, you can varnish after it dries." Mo Yisheng seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and his speech was a little weak. His eyes scanned every grain on the drawing board carefully, and a strange melancholy and doubt appeared on his face.
Yan Hai'an put his hand on his shoulder: "After the painting is finished, you can rest for a while."
Mo Yisheng didn't react too much, and simply hummed, very perfunctory, with a feeling that he didn't take him seriously.
Yan Hai'an had to admit that since he and Sun Yan began to fall in love, he and Mo Yisheng had lost a close connection. Perhaps it was gratitude, appreciation, or even a rare understanding that made their relationship stronger than usual. Friendships are more distinctive.
But no matter what it was, they were gradually alienated in their respective choices, and they were no longer pure and exciting at the beginning. Yan Haian did it on purpose, while Mo Yisheng unknowingly reacted to his behavior.
However, I don't know if it's because Mo Yisheng is used to relying on others, and always looking for an innocent sustenance emotionally. After Yan Hai'an pulled away and left, he naturally became closer to He Ling.
Yan Hai'an has said this a few times, he has always had a bad impression of He Ling, and in frequent contact with him, he always feels that this person is too greasy and doesn't have the temperament of a painter. But Mo Yisheng's reaction to this became more and more serious, and once he even said directly: "Go and deal with Sun Yan! Leave me alone."
Yan Hai'an was speechless with his childish grievances.
The silence in the air was somewhat embarrassing, this was never before, Yan Haian sighed silently: "I have something to ask you, I want to ask for a period of leave."
Mo Yisheng turned his head, his eyes were still glued to the painting: "What are you going to do?"
Yan Hai'an said: "Sun Yan's birthday is coming soon, we agreed to travel with him."
"Oh... no wonder," Mo Yisheng turned his head, "Your painting was just for him as a birthday present?"
At the other end of the studio there is also an easel with a painting on it, which has just been varnished and looks brand new. Yan Hai'an said uncomfortably: "Well, I don't know what to give..."
"Okay, let's go." Mo Yisheng was still somewhat unhappy, "It's fun, how long is it?"
Speaking of this, Yan Hai'an was a little embarrassed, he said: "Maybe I won't be able to wait for you to submit the application, but I will prepare all the materials, and just submit them when the time comes."
Mo Yisheng writhed on the chair, like a child who couldn't get a Christmas present: "Don't worry about this, He Ling and I have agreed, and he will help. Let's go, let's go early. I I also want to travel on my birthday, alas.”
Yan Hai'an smiled: "Okay, go out and have a look, and collect the wind."
"It's boring to be alone." Mo Yisheng glanced at Yan Hai'an and shook his head, "Forget it, I'll ask He Ling if he's free."
He Ling.
Yan Haian frowned, and said, "I'll let Su Yin come over, he's the most reassuring thing to do."
"Don't call people over anymore, I'm too lazy to bother others." Mo Yisheng stretched, moved himself to the sofa, and narrowed his eyes comfortably, "That's it, remember to bring me a gift back."
The size of the oil painting plus the frame is 46x38, this size is inconvenient to take abroad, so Yan Haian had to hand it over to Sun Yan beforehand.
Twice in his life, he painted paintings for giving away, and the strange thing is that these two paintings were given to the same person.
Because he told Sun Yan in advance, Sun Yan went home early and asked anxiously, "Did you tell Mo Yisheng about tomorrow's flight?"
"Uh, um." Yan Haian sat on the sofa with a wrapped painting on his lap, "That..."
Sun Yan sat down beside him, "What is this?"
After speaking, he seemed to think of something, and looked disgusted: "Mo Yisheng's painting? What did you bring home?"
"No, take it apart and have a look." Yan Haian handed it to him. Sun Yan pressed one eyebrow, and roughly tore off the protective paper outside: "Why are you so fussy?"
It was a bust portrait. The man was probably standing on the terrace, and the garden plants at night were faintly exposed behind him. The gauze curtain of the terrace was pulled aside, and the lower part was slightly raised by the wind, occupying the corner of the picture. The white The paint highlights the transparent effect of the cloth very well. Probably for this reason, the whole scene has a light and ethereal atmosphere, making the picture lively and poetic.
The protagonist in the painting is smoking a cigarette. I don't know if the corner of his mouth is smiling, or just a small arc because of the cigarette in his mouth. In any case, this softens his resolute face. His gaze turned to the lower left, which was an action representing memory.
Even an uninitiated person can recognize the romance in this painting.
Yan Hai'an didn't think too much when he painted it, but now he re-examines it in the hands of the person concerned, and suddenly feels extremely ashamed.
He suppressed the desire to escape, and forced a calm and relaxed tone: "It's inconvenient to take away your birthday present, so I gave it to you in advance."
Sun Yan's expression was very exciting. He watched it for five minutes before turning his head in disbelief and asking, "Is that me?"
Don't say it... I feel even more ashamed.
Yan Hai'an coughed twice artificially, but it wasn't enough, so he coughed twice more: "Yes, I'll give it to you."
Sun Yan asked again, "Did you draw it?"
Without waiting for Yan Haian to be sure, he said to himself: "Yes, you drew it."
Then he looked at the painting quietly, while Yan Hai'an nervously peered at his profile.
He opened the corners of his lips, the smile was very satisfied, but his brows were a little wrinkled, as if he was too happy to know what to do: "It's very beautiful, I mean, you draw very well."
The words were spoken quickly and smoothly, as if the words came naturally from the tip of the tongue, from the heart.
Yan Hai'an saw the joyful light in Sun Yan's eyes, which finally slowed down the pulse in his blood vessels, and it was no longer so fast that it made him uncomfortable: "Really, as long as you like it..."
Sun Yan turned his head suddenly, and asked curiously and expectantly, "Is this how I look in your eyes?"
Painting is creation, and it has great subjectivity. What the author sees and thinks will be displayed in every line, under every light and shadow, there is nothing to hide.
Yan Hai'an felt unconcealably embarrassed, he didn't dare to look at Sun Yan, but wanted to look at him, so he could only look at the painting.
Is this him in my eyes
Yan Hai'an didn't follow Sun Yan's sketches, not even photos, all relying on his memory, even though he was very familiar with the contours of Sun Yan's face, the people he drew were different from real people to a certain extent, more tender and softer, Even full of love.
He hasn't started painting for a long time, and the lines are not as familiar as they were back then, but his understanding and composition ability are far better than those in high school. This painting is much more plump than that tree, just like himself, not younger than then, nor as old as he was then He is pure, but the years have made him mature.
When I was a teenager, I was young and energetic, and if I had five percent love, I would flaunt it on the market, and I wish the whole world would know. But now, if there is a lot of love, I have to confess it in the bottom of my heart, and no one dares to tell it, sometimes even myself.
But in the face of this painting, no amount of concealment can hide it, because it is not so much that everything in the painting is captured by Yan Haian because of Sun Yan's external expression, it is better to say that it is Yan Haian's self-importance to Sun Yan. Feeling is given to it.
Yan Hai'an was convinced by the painting, he turned his head and looked at Sun Yan.
He felt his lips move, thinking that it was probably a smile: "Yes, this is you I love."
Holding the picture frame in one hand, Sun Yan did not respond verbally. Instead, he kissed her gently, more tenderly than ever before, like a lion touching a blooming rose with its nose, bringing With unspeakable love and pity.
They are like travelers walking alone in the dark night, passing by countless amazing coincidences. When they are staggering, the solitary lamp in their hands that can only reflect the light in front of them flickers, and finally they have such a mutual look. glance.