WThere is noisy everywhere during the National Day holiday, and the lively tour groups make autumn more passionate than summer.

But in a small apartment building in Tianhai, it is a bleak scene.

Apart from the load-bearing wall, there is no separate room in the room, and the space with a wide view of more than 100 square meters is available.

The room is filled with different types of artwork, including abstract paintings with ink splashes, irregular handmade ceramics, artworks made of steel pipes, and even unformed sculptures of polished marble.

The room was very messy, with marble powder, sculpture tools, paints for painting, handmade ceramic dirt in the corners of the wall, etc., and it was so messy here.

Cheng Mu stood in front of the easel, holding the paint box in his hand, looking dim.

She has liked art since she was a child, but she does not have a special liking for Chinese art. In contrast, she prefers abstract art.

It's like a painting in front of her now. A normal person can't see anything at first glance. The scene depicted in cold and dark tones is in chaos, and there is no actual portrait at all.

But abstract art often means that when the viewer observes from a certain entry point, he will find another magical point. This is not the effect of the painting itself, but the different viewers, in different environments, moods at that time, desires and life experiences in their hearts, determine their perceptions when they are touched at a certain second.

At this moment, the painting Cheng Mu was painting, in her eyes, the chaotic image of cold and dark tones, was like a vortex and a black hole, sweeping over and destroying everything and returning to the primitive world. Waiting for the beginning of the next cycle of reincarnation.

This is the studio set up by Cheng Mu at the end of the year ago. Although she majored in art in the school and had a classroom in the art building, she shared places with others in the school. Sometimes young people gathered together and sometimes had various reasons to squander their youth. She didn't want to be disturbed, so she rented a unit here and paid the rent every month with the salary received from Yanguang Charity.

She was already at the end of the painting with a paint plate. Various abstract paintings hanging on the surrounding walls are all her achievements in the past two years.

The doorbell suddenly rang, and Cheng Mu put down the brush and paint box. He walked to open the door and found an unexpected guest outside the door.

He Yan.

Today, He Yan was dressed casually and stood at the door with a black handbag.

"Can I get in?"

Cheng Mu came back to his senses and made way for the way. He reached out to invite her into the room.

Although He Yan knew about this place, it was the first time he came here. Especially when he saw the scene inside, he didn't know if the people who were playing art had an alternative "sloppy" or Cheng Mu was unintentionally cleaning up the mess, which made the room unsightly.

She deliberately ignored the messy falling on the ground, first raised her eyes to look around the paintings embedded in the frame on the wall. Some of the paintings seemed to be scenery, but there were always some imaginative traces, which made people imagine. She stood before a painting and couldn't see her eyes. It was a scene that looked like a blooming flower, but it seemed that there were countless layers of flowers blooming in visual sense. The more you focused your mind towards the center, the more you were attracted to it. The shining light was hidden in the glittering and gorgeous middle. At least He Yan liked it very much, as if it symbolized the eternal brilliance.

She moved to the huge marble again, with a piece of gravel around it, and a human head was polished out in the middle. He Yan suddenly asked, "Is this what you did?"

Cheng Mu looked at the sculpture that had just started construction with sadness, nodded and said, "Yes."

Perhaps outsiders think that a girl like her is unable to do such a rough job of polishing marble with a tool hammer, but this is a real and meticulous job and cannot be rushed. Every move must be carefully considered and precise.

"Is this Tang Xin?"

He Yan made his guess known.

Cheng Mu turned his head and looked elsewhere, pretending to be cold and said, "Not now."

Originally, in her plan, the sculpture should be a gift she gave to Tang Xin on his birthday next year, but now it has been delayed. She once wanted to destroy the work that was vague, but she couldn't do it in the end, but the progress was delayed, and she didn't know when the construction would start again.

He Yan heard her say this, and stopped asking, moved to another wall and looked at the strange-shaped works standing on the floor.

It was a strange thing made of steel pipes of different thicknesses.

The three-dimensional feeling is very strong. Eight steel pipes with a thickness of thighs are used as mainstays, extending upwards and crossings and is built by steel pipes with thin arms or thinner arms. They bloom like flowers on the upper part and spread in different directions.

He Yan couldn't understand this thing, so she asked, "Is this?"

"I spent a month looking for materials last year, and it took three months to complete them, unnamed."

Cheng Muping said lightly.

He Yan asked curiously: "Does this thing have any profound meaning?"

"It depends on how you understand it. When I created this work, I imagined it as life. The thickest pillar represents the most important positive qualities of people, such as self-esteem, self-love, friendliness, self-improvement, indomitableness, etc. These support a person's life. If it is lost, it will collapse. Those interlaced lines are bits and pieces of life, the lines of shadows are troubles, and the bright part of light is happiness. In addition, the crisscrossing of thin steel pipes represents the complexity and chance of life. People always don't know where they will intersect, and the part that stretches toward the surroundings without ends symbolizes the different destinations of each person."

Cheng Mu said lightly, suddenly lowered his head and showed a bit of bitterness.

He Yan looked carefully and found that she didn't feel much. She could only listen to what the other party said and did not comment.

"Life?Life"

She murmured to herself, as if the image outlined by the complex lines was a bit like the troubles that were endlessly tidied in life.

"I said, different people have different feelings. Someone once read this work and said that it symbolizes industry. The coldness of steel pipes itself is like the prosperity of concrete. The pillars are the cornerstone of industrial support and are indispensable. Steel pipes of different thicknesses, thinnesses, lengths and shorts represent the mixed scene of fish and dragons in the industry. The intersections seem to be the struggle of the industry. Extending it out is actually a failed deserter. At the same time, he also feels that this is like the world. Each steel pipe represents a different country, and it can also be said to symbolize society."

Cheng Mu said in a daze, not knowing whether she said it to He Yan or telling her memories for her to relive.

"This person is Tang Xin."

He Yan thinks it is really not difficult to guess this.

Cheng Mu remained silent and did not continue talking.

Life is sometimes like this. I thought that if someone was missing, the earth would turn. I could just walk forward with a sleek and strode forward, but when I really walked forward, I realized that without realizing it, it seemed that life had lost all its vitality.

"I've seen all the works here, of course, I'm not a professional, but I think these works are very distinctive. Don't you plan to publish them? Maybe in the future, you will be a master of a generation."

He Yan walked around again. She was not complimenting Cheng Mu, and what she said was also from the heart.

Ordinary people may sound like irony.

A master of the generation?

But He Yan thinks that she has been infected by Tang Xin. First of all, don’t underestimate yourself, then have a beautiful dream, and then work hard to realize it.

Cheng Mu said lightly: "I have exhibited some works in school in the past two years and participated in some competitions. I won a lot of small prizes, and some wealthy businessmen also proposed to buy them, but I didn't sell them. I don't want my creation to be a way to support my family, as this will make me full of utilitarianism when creating."

After she finished speaking, she stood still.

The second half of these words was said by Tang Xin. But she agreed deeply.

Before she knew it, she kept his words on her lips again.

Tang Xin, Tang Xin, Tang Xin

Why are the ghosts always gone?

He Yan finished watching. She walked to Cheng Mu and said calmly: "I have a guess. Have you broken up with Tang Xin?"

Cheng Mu closed his eyes and said softly: "Yes, you have a chance."

He Yan was not happy but sad, and her voice suddenly became full of bitterness.

"Women are indeed sensitive, and I'm telling the truth. When Tang Xin walked into my vision, I was full of longing for him. However, Tang Xin is not an ordinary man. If he is not a beautiful woman lifting up the hem of the skirt, he will be fascinated, nor will he give up on himself and let go of his depravity when he feels frustrated. I can see that he is waiting for you to change his mind, and you seem to have difficulties, because you miss him, and your condition does not have to be much better. Cheng Mu, you are a lucky girl. If I were you, as long as I can be with him, I will die without regrets. But I am not you. You said I have a chance and you were wrong. Tang Xin did not open his arms to me. He was even more alert to his relationship with me than ever. Why? It's not for the relationship between you two."

Cheng Mu turned sideways slightly and closed his eyes tightly, not hoping that tears would surge out at this moment.

She knew that she was lucky, she could be unreserved of Tang Xin, and hoped that Tang Xin would be happy.

But there is a kind of happiness called a family of descendants. She cannot bring Tang Xin. It is better to have short pain than long pain, so she chose to let go and silently hope that he will realize all his ideals of happiness.

He Yan found her painful and struggling expression, but she did not respond, and sighed in disappointment: "Men are different from women after all. The heavy responsibilities on their shoulders are something we cannot understand. If we are immortals descending to earth, we can naturally ask our partner to pick the stars and attract the moon, but we are not. If Tang Xin has something that cannot satisfy you, please accommodate him, okay? If you are willful, I have a piece of advice, women are loved, hurt, and cared for by men. Women

You can be happy when you are beautiful, and you will cry when you are upset. Men will hold you in their palms and are willing to be a cow and horse for you. But women cannot really treat men as cow and horses. He loves you, you are his treasure. If he doesn't love you anymore, you will be treated like a mustard. I think whether you really break up or play a cold war, it is better to make peace as before than both sides are in pain. Are you right? When he is really discouraged, if you regret it, you will not even have room for recovery."

Cheng Mu knew these truths. She never thought she was special, but Tang Xin was an extraordinary person in her eyes. She had thought so since she was a child, so she never made any unreasonable demands on Tang Xin.

And now she has something to hide from separation, and she doesn't want to explain it to He Yan.

"It seems that I can't change your mind so much. Then I will say the last sentence, just as I said just now, the other way around, if you don't love Tang Xin anymore, so what if he is the richest man in the world? In your world, he is an irrelevant stranger, so you must not care about his life or death. Tang Xin is in jail now, and he is obviously anorexia. I think he will disappear completely from your world soon."

"What did you say?!"

Cheng Mu suddenly opened his tears and looked at He Yan who had turned around and was about to leave in disbelief.

"Don't you hear it clearly? Tang Xin's anorexia. He ate less than me in three meals a day. It's extremely light! He drinks porridge in the morning, eats bread at noon, eats some noodles at night, and has a little oily food, so he feels nauseous and vomits. Well, I'll finish what I should say, goodbye."

He Yan left without looking back with her head in her handbag, while Cheng Muze was stunned. Welcome to your support, which is my greatest motivation.m
Chapter completed!