Under the bright moonlight, she and I reached the peak at the same time. The moonlight was like water, casting a soft silver glow.
"Sister Yaru, are you comfortable?" I hugged her tightly, lying in my arms like a cat.
"Comfortable..." she replied in a low voice, her voice trembling. Her hands touched my chest, and her whole body was pressed tightly against my body. "Sister Yaru, I really want to hold you like this."
You don’t separate.”
"Feng Xiao, I really want to be like this, always like this." She opened her eyes and looked at me, then raised her head slightly and kissed me on the lips.
We just kept hugging each other, and I felt so warm, so warm...
When I woke up, I immediately smelled a strange fragrance, and then heard the sound of the microwave.
I immediately sat up and said, "I'm so hungry."
Later, we had dinner together and only drank a small amount of wine. Because after being extremely tired, we no longer enjoyed drinking. We also began to suffer from aesthetic fatigue, so we all put on clothes. To be honest, if we were all naked,
If you eat with your body, you will definitely lose your appetite.
She sighed, "Being an artist like me and a doctor like you has become..."
I smiled and said, "Some things are beyond your control."
"Feng Xiao, you are amazing. You make me feel so comfortable." She said, and then she gave me a flirtatious look.
"Sister, don't be like this. I can't stand it." I said with a smile.
"Yuck!" She stretched out her hand and hit me gently.
"Sister, I have to go back early. I just came back from Beijing today, and there have been a lot of things lately." I said to her, no longer joking with her.
"Wait a minute," she said.
I watched in surprise as she opened the door and watched her go out. What was she doing? I was very confused.
She came back after a while, holding a large picture frame in her hand, "I moved my studio next door for convenience. What do you think of this painting?"
I saw an oil painting inside the frame. The background of the picture was a pair of eyes, on the upper left, and the highlight of the whole picture was a beautiful baby. The whole picture had a golden tone, but I really couldn’t understand it. I just felt it was very strange.
Weird.
"I can't understand. I really don't know how to draw." I said.
"Tell me, tell me your truest feelings." She said, and then added: "You must tell the truth."
I suddenly remembered her extreme reaction after I commented on her painting last time, and I hesitated in my heart, "Sister Yaru, I really don't understand."
"I just want you to see what you see in this painting. You can tell me what you feel." She said, her eyes filled with anticipation.
I shook my head and said: "Sister Yaru, I think it's best to have your paintings evaluated by your peers. After all, they are the professionals. I am a layman, and art is not something that ordinary people can understand.
Do you think so? I think as long as you have that feeling and passion when painting, it will be fine. This shows that you have integrated your own ideas and thoughts. This kind of work is good. This is just like what I am doing
It's the same when doing surgery. As long as I feel it, then the surgery I perform must be perfect. I think the principle behind this should be similar, right? What do you think?"
She shook her head, "Although what you said makes sense, it is not completely correct. For example, if you particularly like the painting "Morning Song", it means that you understand that painting. Even you think it is a beautiful painting.
I think more people will think it is very good. Because no matter what profession a person is in, their appreciation of beauty should be the same, that is, the coordination of the picture and not feeling stiff and artificial. In fact, the appreciation of calligraphy, antiques, etc.
It’s the same. You can tell a good thing by looking at it. I remember one time I saw an antique, but I didn’t understand it. At that time, many people thought it should be a real thing, but I just thought it looked different.
It seemed awkward, but later experts confirmed that it was indeed fake. Therefore, I think things can sometimes be more clear when viewed by a layman. Art is diluted in the eyes of an outsider, but it deepens the feeling of beauty. So Feng Xiao, I really hope to hear it.
What do you think of this painting?"
I still don’t want to say it, because I really don’t think there’s anything good about her painting, “Sister Yaru, I really don’t have any opinion. This is just like how every man has different criteria for judging beautiful women. Really
, I can’t comment on this painting of yours, I still think you should take it to your colleagues and ask them to take a look.”
She looked at me, just looking at me, and I became a little flustered by her sight, "Sister Yaru..."
She was sighing, "I understand."
I noticed that her eyes suddenly dimmed, and they no longer had the same look as before. I suddenly realized that what I just said actually expressed something of my own. I didn’t want to dampen her artistic inspiration and confidence anymore, and I
I really didn't know whether her painting was good or bad, so I hurriedly said: "Sister Yaru, I'll tell you then."
She was immediately overjoyed and said, "Hurry up and say it."
I looked at the painting and said, "I think this painting is shocking. I think the owner of these eyes should be a mother. What they reveal is a kind of tenderness after experiencing pain.
No, it's not warmth, it's love, and happiness. This child is right in front of her, and what she sees in those eyes is hope and the future..."
In fact, I am only speculating on a mother's inner world from my perspective as an obstetrician and gynecologist, and it is not what I can see from this painting at all.
She was suddenly pleasantly surprised, "You still said you didn't understand. You are so right! This is what I want to express!"
I smiled slightly at her and said, "Congratulations, Sister Yaru."
In fact, I really wanted to leave right now because I was worried that she would continue to ask me. However, before I could say what I wanted to leave, I heard her continue to ask me: "What else? Do you find any shortcomings?"
"
I shook my head, "I think it's good. But I really don't know how to draw. Sister Yaru, I have a suggestion for you. I think if you really want to feel the moment when a mother gives birth to a child,
If you feel that way, it’s best to become a mother as soon as possible.”
She glared at me, "Feng Xiao, what do you mean by this? Don't worry, I will never pester you."
I hurriedly said: "Sister Yaru, I didn't mean that. You misunderstood."
"What you just said is simply wrong. Who said you have to experience it yourself to know what it feels like? Look at the directors who shoot war-themed movies. Do they have to experience war themselves to make excellent works? Art
It requires imagination, understand?" she said.
I couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Okay, I was wrong. Sister Yaru, I have to go back."
She looked at me and said, "Feng Xiao, sister is actually very lonely. Please call me often when you are free, okay?"
"Are you prepared to live like this for the rest of your life?" I asked her, softly.
"What else can I do? My love is already dead..." she said.
I was startled and couldn't help laughing.
She was also laughing, "I am telling the truth, you are not allowed to laugh!"
On the way home, I called Kang Demao and asked him if he was busy now. I said I wanted to talk to him about something. He told me that he was in Beijing with Governor Huang and would not come back in half a month.
I suddenly became anxious, "What should I do? I am going to treat President Chang to a meal. I have something to trouble her. I also asked you to accompany me."
"Did the project in my hometown encounter financial difficulties?" he asked me.
"Yes. It's a very urgent matter." I said.
"Let's do this, I'll call her, and then you can contact her directly. You are already familiar with her, so it shouldn't be a big problem," he said.
"That's all we have to do." I said, and then I remembered another thing, "If it's convenient for you, tell Governor Huang about the matter about the Opera House and Peking Opera Troupe. The report from the Department of Culture has been handed over to your provincial government.
By the way, there’s also the matter at Sister Lin’s cement factory that I told you last time, how’s it going lately?”
"I have told Governor Huang about the opera house. He said that the matter can only be decided after the deputy governor in charge of culture raises it at the government executive meeting for study. Feng Xiao, this is a procedural matter, but this matter
The final decision lies with the governor, and it needs to be studied by the Provincial Party Committee Standing Committee before the final decision can be made. Governor Huang is the executive vice governor and a member of the Provincial Party Committee Standing Committee. He has a certain say but does not have the final decision.
But the plan submitted by the Department of Culture is very important. You and your father-in-law should discuss this carefully," he said.
"I understand. What you mean is that this matter will ultimately have to be decided by the provincial party committee secretary, right?" I asked.
He smiled and said: "That's all I can say on the phone."
I understood immediately, "Okay, I'll explain it to my father-in-law, let him discuss it with the leaders of the Department of Culture, and try to come up with a persuasive material."
"A smart person can tell the truth." He said with a smile, and then asked me: "Hasn't the cement factory matter been solved? Don't you know?"
"Really? I really don't know. Thank you." I suddenly became happy, but in my heart I was a little dissatisfied with Sun Lulu: Why didn't you tell me? After thinking about it, I suddenly understood: maybe she doesn't either
She must know about this matter, after all, the time is very short, and she has been too busy recently, so she may have very little time with Tong Yangxi. (To be continued)