Standing at the entrance of the gallery, Mo Yisheng was still dazed.
He has always had a garden in his heart, unrealistic, pure and beautiful, full of love for the fluffy hair of this world, which is conveyed to his paintings through the brush, which is Yan Haian's favorite, still touching in this world of mortals Reachable innocence.
But in just one week, he felt the world turned upside down.
At the beginning he couldn't figure out the situation, he had clear likes and dislikes, he rejected to the end what he didn't like, and he had no doubts about what he liked, so the first time he saw the result, he chose to ask He Ling for clarification.
And He Ling said to him: Help me.
He Ling said: "You are talented, you can be famous at any time, and you don't care about it. What about me? I have been so tepid for so many years. I really can't bear it anymore. Let me give up your painting. Me, the bonus belongs to you, and I can give you other money."
"But what about after that?" Mo Yisheng really understands what Cheng Heling said, he doesn't care about rankings, so he doesn't understand why He Ling uses this method, "Even if he is famous this time, the painting If you don’t come out, you can’t draw, so don’t you want to draw in the future? What’s the point of winning this award but not being able to draw well?”
His tone was too sincere, truly expressing his bewilderment.
He Ling's face twisted for a moment, looking at Mo Yisheng, there was something sharp in his eyes, it was jealousy, like a dark needle, piercing. He lowered his eyes and covered it: "I can take care of things in the future. As long as you give me this painting, I believe you can draw a better one. Maybe next time you will be able to get the special prize."
"He Ling, haven't we discussed this before? No matter how good the painting is, a painting drawn with sincerity is precious." Mo Yisheng couldn't believe that He Ling said this, and his emotions instantly became agitated. , "If you do this, you not only insult yourself, you insult Huahua, but you also insult Huahua! I can't tolerate this, you go and explain it to them."
He Ling's movements froze, with a pleading look on his face, and coaxed softly: "So many reports have been written, everyone knows, how can you bear to let me lose this ugliness? I may I can't get along in the art circle anymore, Yi Sheng, can you bear it?"
"Why can't you get along? Just tell the truth." Mo Yisheng was stunned, "Besides, I told you earlier, there is nothing to mix in this circle, it's just raising pigs."
After finishing speaking, he also thought about it for his good friend: "I can go with you, just say that you made a mistake when you signed up."
No matter how He Ling tried to coax him, Mo Yisheng would not let go. He could be confused about anything, but painting was his bottom line.
He Ling spoke so dryly that he finally stopped.
Mo Yisheng was not happy at what he said, he curled his lips and remained silent, looking like a kid who was quarreling and waiting for the other party to apologize.
He Ling suddenly laughed.
Mo Yisheng looked at him blankly.
"... I'm really fed up with you." He Ling smiled and frowned, and kept shaking her head as if it was ridiculous, and finally couldn't help laughing, "Why are you such an idiot?"
Mo Yisheng was taken aback, he suspected that he had heard wrong: "What did you say?"
"Painting has ruined your brain, right?" He Ling didn't give him a chance, "I really haven't seen anyone more stupid than you."
After digesting the malice in this sentence, Mo Yisheng was completely stunned.
His mother and Yan Hai'an were not capable enough to protect him tightly, so he had heard bad things said to him. But those words were said by people he didn't like, so that didn't matter.
But this time was different, this time it was He Ling, whom he considered a friend, who spoke ill of him. When every child is really friendly with someone, they think that the other party will give the same response. If I give you candy, you will also give me candy. If I treat you well, you will treat me well. This is a matter of course in their thinking.
Until now, he finally understood one thing, that he had been betrayed.
"You are talented, Mo Yisheng, but you are too stupid, and offended everyone in the circle to death. I mentioned you in front of Wang Yuhu yesterday, and he let go. Your paintings cannot be entered in City B. Any high-end galleries and exchanges, I think everyone is very happy." He Ling was still saying, "That Yan Hai'an ran away, so he doesn't care about you, right? I don't think he can stand you anymore. Who can stand it? What about you? Simple, hehe, is it mentally retarded to be so simple as you?"
is that so? Is it because I am too stupid
Yan Haian said that he was too simple, and Li Weiwei said it too, they all said it, so everyone is saying that he is stupid
Instinctively, he wanted to call Yan Hai'an, but he stopped at the end after dialing the number several times.
He dare not.
Just like a child who didn't listen to the adults' warnings and made a mistake dared not face the adults, he dared not face Yan Hai'an. Obviously Yan Hai'an told him many times that He Ling couldn't have a close friendship with him, but he didn't believe it.
In the end, Mo Yisheng called Li Weiwei, wanting to ask for help, but as soon as Li Weiwei received the call, before he could finish his stammering, he started talking about his family and the love between himself and her husband.
It was the first time for Mo Yisheng to see clearly that his mother was the same self as him, only seeing what he wanted to see, and only living in his own world.
Mo Yisheng locked himself at home, watching the "Dinner" silently, watching how the news reported that Chinese painters were emerging internationally, and watching how professionals boasted about the exquisite conception of the painting. The report said that after winning the award, the painting will be exhibited in a gallery in China.
That was Li Qing's gallery in City B.
Mo Yisheng stood at the door, watching the crowds coming in and out of the gallery. It was as lively as when he and Yan Haian came here to congratulate Li Qing for moving the store for the first time.
Li Qing is still so charming, coming to the door from time to time, to be a good host. Mo Yisheng, who was standing still by the side, was very eye-catching. When she glanced over from the corner of her eye, her brows frowned slightly.
After pondering for a moment, she still walked over to Mo Yisheng: "Yisheng, long time no see, why did you remember to come over to visit my little shop?"
She was smiling, but there was sarcasm in her words. Mo Yisheng couldn't hear it before, but now somehow, he seems to be able to catch these negative emotions easily.
"I heard that Hai'an took your paintings all over the country." Li Qing smiled slightly. She gritted her teeth in anger at the behavior of Yan Hai'an, a white-eyed wolf. Did she think her wings were hard after she became famous? "That's fine, you didn't take it seriously when you were asked to join the association before. The president has a high reputation, how can you be so disrespected? I'm a little angry with you. We little shrimps dare not provoke him, so we can only feel wronged." I'm wronged, I'm afraid I won't be able to pick up your paintings during this period of time. So I didn't notify you in advance this time, sorry."
Mo Yisheng moved his eyes and looked at Li Qing.
Only then did Li Qing feel something was wrong. Mo Yi's life is like a painting, clean and spiritual, when did he have such a dull expression? Still staring straight at people with bloodshot eyes
"Did you come here on a special trip today to see He Ling's paintings?" After a few words, she calmed down a little, and she no longer spoke with a stick, and returned to her old demeanor, "It's strange to say, this It seems that he has opened his eyes. I really didn’t see that he still has this kind of ability. Have you seen the painting "Dinner"? It will be collected in the Municipal Art Museum in the future. If you don’t have a good relationship with me, it won’t be your turn I'll show it first."
Li Qing smiled and said, "Didn't he get close to you before? Could it be that he was really close to Zhu Zhechi?"
This joke didn't get Mo Yisheng any reaction, and Li Qing was even more surprised, but it's not easy to let Mo Yisheng just sit outside like this: "Why don't you come in and take a look? Let's have a meal together later." Well."
Hearing this, Mo Yisheng's expression became even more numb, and he walked straight into the gallery. Li Qing was wearing high heels, and hurried a few steps to catch up: "This kid! Why are you getting more and more rude!"
The painting was hung in the most conspicuous place, surrounded by a bunch of people, including ordinary people who came to see the fun, and more people from the industry, some Mo Yisheng had seen it before, and some hadn't.
He didn't approach, just stood in the corner, silently watching He Ling like a fish in water, talking and laughing happily.
When it was lunch time, He Ling and Wang Yuhu were escorted away by the stars, and the hall became quiet, and suddenly there were only one or two people wandering around.
Mo Yisheng stepped forward and looked closely at his six months of hard work.
Thinking about it carefully, there are traces of all of this. He Ling wanted to leave his rough draft and all the drafts, not letting himself interfere in the competition, and even pestering himself every day to prevent himself from getting any news. For the present result.
When he first drew this painting, he was still wondering why he painted He Ling in such a way, but it turned out that the painting would not deceive people, and his own feeling was not wrong. This might be the person who replaced Yan Haian by his side. The real face of the "friends" around you.
Ridiculous, really too ridiculous.
He saw his own life in this painting in a trance, like a sleeping person who was suddenly awakened by a stick, and it hurt his heart.
Mo Yisheng took out a small bottle from his trouser pocket. When he opened the bottle, the liquid inside gave off a peculiar smell of turpentine, and he splashed it on the painting with a wave of his hand.
Someone next to him noticed something was wrong and turned to look at him. His suspicious look turned into a yell when he took out the lighter and lit the painting: "What are you doing?!"
Thick black smoke rose from the canvas, and Mo Yisheng looked at the ruined painting with a blank face, and smiled lightly.