The weather is cold, and after a few autumn rains, it’s time to wear sweaters in a blink of an eye.
"Benxin Art Museum" is located in a third-tier old city. It is rare to have a street with a strong academic atmosphere here. What is even more rare is that the shops here are all privately owned.
Benxin Art Museum is located between Benxin Library and Benxin Cinema. Judging from the name, the operator should belong to the same boss.
The boss seems to be very capricious. The business hours of the art museum are actually from 21:00 in the evening to 9:00 in the next morning, and the ticket is 30 yuan.
This is also the first paid museum that several people have experienced.
Wei Dong glanced at the business hours on the door of the art museum: "I've raised my posture, this is the first time I saw a nightclub style art museum."
More people's eyes are attracted by the eye-catching billboards at the door - the theme of this weekend's art exhibition: late autumn, talk about a mature love.
There is another small print next to it: The late-night cafeteria of the art museum is open at the same time.
Mu Yiran and Ke Xun, who were wearing the same pullover sweaters, stood together, as if they were lovers pursuing petty bourgeois sentiments. They had passed the tension and temptation and were about to "talk about a mature love". The colors of the two also matched the late autumn— Mu Yiran is dark camel, and Ke Xun is warm beige.
"The weekend is the day when we enter the museum," Zhu Haowen said blankly about the artifice's cunning, "that means we won't be able to see the paintings in advance."
"Unless we contact the owner of the art gallery in advance." It was Qin Ci who spoke.
"Actually, we've already contacted him. The owner is a young girl named Su Benxin." Mu Yiran revealed his "research clues" these days.
"What did the girl say?" Ke Xun was the first to hear Mu Yiran say this.
Mu Yiran's expression was a little helpless: "She said, everyone is welcome to provide paintings, this art museum is based on free creation, as long as it feels appropriate, anyone can put their own artwork in it, and then mark it on it. price as you see fit.”
"In this way, the art exhibition will become more fluid, and maybe new works may be hung up at any time on the day of the exhibition." Qin Ci wanted to frown, but looked up to see the crescent moon in the sky and a glimpse of it. The boundless clear night sky, but couldn't help but arched his eyebrows, "Let it be fate, whoever you love."
Everyone was infected by Dr. Qin's rare open-mindedness and optimism, and Ke Xun even proposed to go to the cinema next door to see, anyway, he couldn't wait for a bird to come.
So, six men came to this small cinema with a simple style next to it. Luo Wei walked at the end. This man didn't like to talk at all.
Movie tickets are very cheap, 15 yuan, and the cinema food is not the usual cola popcorn, but hot coffee, date cake, and small packets of orange-brown sugar.
There are three movies in total, which are played on a loop.
Wei Dong said frankly: "I just watched the last one. My mother loves this movie."
"Me too," Ke Xun looked at Mu Yiran. "It was the first time we watched a movie together. I didn't expect to catch up with such a wave of offbeat movies."
"Very good." Mu Yi smiled, like the spring breeze in late autumn.
Ke Xun Di Dian Er went to buy tickets, and from time to time he would turn around and ask everyone: "There are homemade bean popsicles here, who eats them?"
No one eats it, it's too cold.
So, everyone walked into the theater with their own hot coffee, and each chose a suitable seat according to their eyesight and preferences - Mu Yiran and Ke Xun sat in the penultimate row, and Luo Wei sat in the front row closest to the door. , and the other three sat in the middle of the middle and rear rows with the most comfortable viewing angle.
There are only these six members in the entire theater, and Wei Dong couldn't help but slander: "It feels like being in a painting."
"The number is wrong." Zhu Haowen continued without expression.
Qin Ci smiled silently, and ate orange-brown sugar in a muffled voice next to him. The sugar with the taste of licorice and dried tangerine peel slowly softened in his mouth, like the taste of childhood.
The theater lights dimmed, and the title of the film appeared on the big screen: Baraka.
"Isn't this the wrong film? Isn't the first film called "The One Who Loves You"?" Wei Dong was very puzzled.
Zhu Haowen said with an expressionless face, "It's "The Mysterious Yellow of Heaven and Earth"."
"That's almost the same~ Now this string of letters is too ridiculous. Although my English is not very good, this string of letters should have nothing to do with Tiandi Xuanhuang." Wei Dong paused when he said this, looking at the silent film took a long shot, persisted for a while, didn't understand what was going on, and continued, "Yeah, it's the wrong film."
"It's not English, it's old Islamic, and Baraka means blessing."
Wei Dong stared blankly at the bewildering scene of the film. After thinking hard for a while, he was still puzzled, "Old Islamic language? I didn't see it, Hao Wen'er, do you still understand this? But what does blessing have to do with Tiandi Xuanhuang? Woolen cloth?"
"I don't understand Islamic language, and I read it from film reviews. When you watch the whole film, you will find the translation of Tiandi Xuanhuang is quite appropriate."
Wei Dong watched for a while ignorantly: "I really can't stand this kind of silent film, it makes it look like a documentary."
"It's a documentary."
"... Right." Wei Dong still had many questions, such as why the documentary didn't explain things, but he swallowed it anyway - there are too many puzzling things in this world, such as painting, what could be better than this More puzzling
After putting such a movie in the past, Wei Dong couldn't watch it for a minute, but he didn't feel boring at all at this moment. The unspeakable things expressed in the movie may only be experienced more deeply by going in and out of the painting.
Life and death are impermanent, and there is a way of reincarnation.
In the second half of the film, Zhu Haowen stood up gently and left the scene silently. He opened the side door and found that the wind was cold. He covered his head with his windbreaker and hat, put his hands in his pockets, and gently closed the door with his feet.
The waiting room was small and rudimentary. Zhu Haowen simply walked to the entrance of the theater, lit a cigarette in the night breeze, and looked at the night sky calmly, still expressionless.
After a while, another figure came out of the theater, it was Luo Wei.
The two men stood in the darkness and did not speak for a long time.
"What kind of game do you think 'Picture Push' will have this time?" Unexpectedly, Luo Wei was the first to speak.
Zhu Haowen looked at the cold star in the night sky: "None of us can figure out his intentions."
"I thought you were the one most willing to guess."
"Faced with this cataclysmic game, each of us will not hesitate to rack our brains, because all of us risk our lives."
"You cherish your life, but you enjoy this game."
Zhu Haowen smiled: "Maybe."
"Because of this, there may be opinions that are different from others." Luo Wei's dead eyes have a desire to win that is beyond his nature. This unfortunate 'passive calamity' seems to be more willing to be interpreted by him. 'Active revenge'.
Zhu Haowen looked at Luo Wei with a serious look, but he knew in his heart that all the warnings at this time would not be listened to by the person in front of him. He turned his head and took a few puffs of cigarettes. Seemingly ridiculed, he changed the subject: "Do you know Yohji Yamamoto?"
Luo Wei obviously did not expect the other party's 'God's turn', and thought about it: "Is it, Japanese? Write reasoning?"
"A Japanese designer whose style is called an anti-fashion style." Zhu Haowen feels a little ridiculous every time he thinks of this 'anti-fashion style' - but 'anti-fashion style' is talked about by the 'fashion industry'.
As a science and engineering man, Luo Wei doesn't know much about designers and other fields, and he is not interested in it. At this moment, he is straightforward: "What do you want to say? Will knowing this Japanese help us in our next painting?"
"Maybe there is no help at all, or it may be very helpful." Zhu Haowen wanted the other party to settle himself, so he was not in a hurry to reveal the answer.
Obviously, Luo Wei was in a bad mood, and this bad mood has continued since his girlfriend died in the painting, not thin but thick: "I don't think everyone should calm down and 'watch a movie' now, the museum is right in front, The paintings we want to enter are in the art gallery, and as long as we want to enter, we now have a hundred ways to enter! There is no need to wait until 21:00 on weekends!”
Zhu Haowen was in no hurry and looked at Luo Wei: "I thought we were still talking about Yohji Yamamoto."
Luo Wei clenched his fists: "How does this Japanese help us?"
"He may help us recognize ourselves." Zhu Haowen's tone was still calm, but his eyes were completely fixed on Luo Wei, "I never thought that we were in the painting for the sake of others, I mean, anyone else."
Luo Wei's frowning brows did not loosen, but his tone softened a little: "Myself, this scope is too broad, and sometimes my definition can include others, and even the world."
Zhu Haowen smiled slightly, and did not follow the topic, but said calmly: "Let's go back to Yohji Yamamoto, this person once said something - 'I can't see this thing, and I bump into some powerful people. When things bounce back, they will understand 'self'. So, collide with strong things, terrible things, high-level things, and then you will know what 'self' is, and this is self.'"
For a long time, Luo Wei didn't say anything, and Zhu Haowen didn't say anything.
In the dark night, two men stood at the entrance of the old cinema in the old city, like a sketch that had been put on hold for a long time. If it can't be erased, it will be pressed under the glass plate with a brand mark, and it will be pressed for many years.
The night devoured everything, but Zhu Haowen still heard the other person say, "Thank you."