After leaving that person's home, Qiao Si made an international call and informed Qin Sheng that she had obtained the documents. Qin Sheng immediately arranged a return flight for her, but it was at ten o'clock in the evening.
There were still more than ten hours left, and Qiao Si didn't want to go back to the hotel directly. After thinking about it carefully, he finally decided to go to the Ecole des Beaux-Arts in Paris.
That was the place where Wang Shuheng embraced his dreams. He spent a wonderful life there. It must be beautiful there, even more beautiful than colorful dreams.
When he actually came to this world-famous school, just standing outside the school gate made Qiao Si feel extremely shocked. Every building on this campus was rich in the unique artistic beauty of the West. Qiao Si felt as if he was walking
Entered another world.
After walking into the campus, Qiao Si found that there were many people walking in the same direction and listened carefully to their conversation. The general idea was: There is an exhibition today, and the outstanding works in the past 30 years will be exhibited to the public.
Qiao Si and Duan Yong looked at each other, and without hesitation, they followed the crowd and walked towards the exhibition hall.
This exhibition hall is very majestic. Although it only has two floors, it is more impressive because of its vast area. Qiao Si walked in slowly. After entering, he discovered that all the works in the exhibition hall were divided into areas, based on the creator's style.
Nationality is the criterion for classification, and each country will have a fixed exhibition hall.
Without even thinking about it, Qiao Si went to find the Chinese exhibition hall. But on the way, he met someone.
He was a British man who looked to be over fifty, with a beard that was already graying, but it added a bit of charity and joy to him.
However, this person blocked Qiao Si's way, with a face full of surprise, as if he knew her.
Qiao Si was a little confused, but the person opposite spoke first and said in English, "This beautiful lady, do you know Wang? The Chinese name is Wang Shuheng."
Qiao Si was shocked. After a moment, she nodded and replied in English, "Hello, sir. I hope Shu Heng is my...husband."
"Oh my gold!" The man opposite suddenly exclaimed, his face full of joy, "I hope I have waited for you! I knew it must be you, and I really didn't admit my mistake!"
Qiao Si was stunned and didn't understand what was going on. She was about to ask, but suddenly another British man came up to the man and said something in his ear.
"Mrs. Wang, please go to the China Exhibition Hall. I'll take care of some things and will come to you soon!" After the man finished speaking, he left with the man who came to see him.
Qiao Si turned around and looked at Duan Yong next to him, and saw that he also looked extremely surprised. He was extremely confused, but he picked up his feet and continued walking towards the Chinese exhibition hall.
Finally arriving at the Chinese exhibition hall, with just one glance, it was obvious that every painting in it was completely different from other countries' exhibition halls. The two walked in, and Qiao Si admired the paintings while secretly admiring them.
It is indeed a world-famous school, and the students it produces are truly outstanding. Even though the works she saw were all made with the techniques of foreign painters, the beauty of the East was vaguely revealed in the paintings.
Qiao Si walked slowly towards the depths of the exhibition hall, and at some point he turned two corners. The further he walked in, the more Chinese-style the paintings became. When he was about to reach the end of the exhibition hall, Qiao Si turned his eyes and glanced casually.
He froze in place.
I saw an unfinished work hanging on the wall at the end of the front. All the elements in this painting are completely Chinese. And it occupies the entire wall by itself, although it is not that wide.
But there are no other paintings placed around it.
But what shocked Qiao Si beyond measure was not that this unfinished painting could occupy such an important booth, nor was it its Chinese flavor.
Rather, it is the content of the painting.
The painting shows a woman standing in the snow. There is a plum tree behind her, and the plum blossoms are blooming. The woman is wearing classical Han clothes, with a red knee-length cloak draped over her shoulders.
One hand was holding an umbrella, and her other hand slowly stretched out. Snowflakes fell one after another, falling on the umbrella, on her outstretched palm, and on her clothes.
between sleeves...
But her face was blank. The painting only traced the outline of her face, but there were no facial features at all. This was the only unfinished part of the painting.
"The person in this painting is... madam!" Duan Yong was also shocked, but couldn't help blurting out.
Qiao Si's body trembled slightly and she walked forward slowly. After getting closer, she saw a seal in the lower right corner of the drawing paper, printed in small seal script: Wang Shu Heng Seal.
In the upper left part of this painting, which is the left side from the head to the waist of the woman in the painting, there is such a poem: The palace corner sign outside the string, Tianyuan Liu Xiayi. The bamboo hair is condensed and broken by the ink, and it is difficult to paint the lovesickness.
The title of this poem is: "Painting Lovesickness".
Qiao Si didn't move for a long time, just staring blankly at the paintings and poems in front of him, but his vision became blurred a little bit.
"It's a pity that something happened to Wang before he could finish the painting. After that, he returned to China. I contacted him many times, hoping that he would come back and continue painting, but he told me that he could no longer take it.
Pick up the paintbrush." Suddenly a male voice came to my ears, it was the British man I met earlier.
"Although I have never seen the woman in this painting, I know that she must be you, and you must be the person Wang hides in my heart. Over the years, I have met many Chinese women, but none of them have the same characteristics as you.
temperament."
Qiao Si took a deep breath, turned to look at the people around him, and asked respectfully, "Sir, who are you?"
"I am Wang's teacher, my name is Jack Lee." He replied, "Wang is the most talented Chinese student I have ever seen. I am always proud of him. I hope he can stand at the top of the art world one day.
It's a pity, if that thing hadn't happened..."
Qiao Si naturally knew what that matter was, and his eyes couldn't help but darken a little.
"Is Wang okay now? Why didn't I come with you? I sent him an invitation not long ago, hoping he could come to the exhibition today!" Jack Lee asked.
"He is very good." Qiao Si smiled back, "Thank you sir for your invitation and concern. It's just that he has been a little busy recently, and I came to Paris for business."
Jack Lee didn't ask any more questions and took Qiao Si to visit Wang Shuheng's other works. Wang Shuheng's works were placed at the end of the exhibition hall, and what he painted were all Chinese landscapes, Chinese architecture, and Chinese
All things. But the only thing related to people is the one that occupies the most important booth.
After seeing each of Wang Shuheng's works, Qiao Si finally understood why he still felt that there was no soul in his paintings even though he was so good at painting. He also finally understood why he left regrets in his heart... …
It turns out that he once had such a high level; it turns out that paintings really have souls; it turns out that he loves painting so much.
A portrait painting without even a face, but Duan Yong, who doesn't understand painting at all, can tell who the person in the painting is at a glance. What is outlined under the lines is a person's innate personality. Temperament, only Qiao Si has such temperament.
Until she walked out of the exhibition hall, Qiao Si's heart could not calm down for a long time. She didn't even have the heart to wonder how Wang Shuheng could draw her seven years ago?
Just because her mind was filled with that poem.
Although that poem describes the "Qin, Chess, Calligraphy and Painting" in classical Chinese culture, through their appearance, there is a sense of lovesickness everywhere.
That poem must have been written by Wang Shuheng himself, but it shocked Qiao Si even more than when he saw "Red Bean" before.
The corners of the palace outside the string sign, Tianyuan Liu Xiayi. The bamboo hair condenses and breaks the ink, and it is difficult to paint the lovesickness.