Dai Lin sat across from Dai Ming and said, "Dai Ming, long time no see. Recently..."
He looked at the serious expression on Dai Ming's face and thought in his mind: He...he...is he...
I want to ask how much money I want to borrow?
Dai Lin is not stingy. His uncle and aunt usually take good care of him. If he lends the money, he has no hope that Dai Ming will get it back. However, he has to ask clearly whether Dai Ming can be defrauded.
Well, there are all kinds of people in society now, and all kinds of deceptions are extremely sophisticated, so we must be on guard against them.
"Dai Lin," Dai Ming interrupted Dai Lin and said, "Don't ask me about my work when you come out to hang out. In the current unit, I just hang around and get paid."
In fact, when he was a child, the one who was called a genius in the Dai family was not Dai Lin, but Dai Ming.
Dai Lin belongs to the category where talent and hard work go hand in hand, but Dai Ming is different. He was quite talented in art when he was in elementary school, and he once won the grand prize in the city's children's painting competition. His uncle's family probably still has the prize he won in that year.
A clipping of the news that won the award.
However, Dai Lin remembered... probably after Dai Ming entered the fourth grade of elementary school, his uncle and aunt rarely mentioned Dai Ming's paintings at family gatherings. In the past... they would always take a painting tube and paint them
Dai Ming’s new works are for everyone to appreciate.
And then... I heard that Dai Ming had given up painting. For a time, there were all kinds of Jiang Langcai, and rumors of hurting Zhongyong were rampant. Dai Lin himself had heard several versions of the story from his relatives, some of which were exaggerated.
Some say Dai Ming suffered from depression at that time.
Dai Ming showed Dai Lin the menu, then ordered some barbecue and two bottles of beer.
"Dai Ming," Dai Lin tried cautiously: "Is there anything unpleasant that happened recently? If you need my help?"
If he wanted to borrow money, Dai Lin's words had already paved the way for Dai Ming, waiting for him to speak.
"I went to an art exhibition today."
Dai Ming recalled the painting he saw with a melancholy look: "I saw a painting today, it was just...just..."
"Do you still want to continue painting?"
Dai Lin really hoped that Dai Ming could regain his strength and pick up the painting brush again. When he was a child, he was indeed deeply impressed by Dai Ming's paintings.
"What should I tell you..."
Obviously, what Dai Ming said next was a bit difficult to say.
"Dai Lin, I have never told you this, but today...I thought about it and it seems that I can only talk to you about this matter. I don't have many friends, and I can't tell my parents..."
Dai Lin could see that Dai Ming obviously had some unspeakable secrets.
"You go ahead and I'll listen. I won't tell my parents and uncles and aunts."
Beer was delivered.
Dai Ming poured a little wine into Dai Lin's and his own glasses, and took a big sip.
"I originally thought that I would never see such a painting again..."
After drinking a large glass of beer, you won't actually get drunk, but it seems that Dai Ming's next words are not so difficult to say.
He finally told his cousin Dai Lin the secret that had been buried in his heart for many years.
…
Before the age of ten, Dai Ming had never doubted that he would become a painter in the future.
He was born with amazing talent, and his painting skills improved by leaps and bounds, especially after receiving the guidance of a professional art teacher.
Even so, his parents still have some doubts about whether to let him take the art exam. Art is the same as sports. If you want to become a talent and become a job in the future, there are many unstable aspects. His mother is okay, Dai Ming's father
I still don’t really support Dai Ming’s premature decision on his career plan.
Until one day...
It was a night no different from any other day...
That night, Dai Ming, who had just turned nine, went out to sketch.
At that time, Dai Ming came to Aomori Park in W City. That day was May 3. Aomori Park was open until 8 pm during the Labor Day holiday. The park was just across the road from home, and Dai Ming liked to be alone and quiet.
I was painting, so my parents didn’t come with me.
And he planned to paint a picture of a park under the moonlight.
He always likes to paint actual objects and rarely paints based on imagination.
That day, Dai Ming chose a high slope with a nice view and sat down.
"The scenery is really nice..."
Dai Ming looked at the children playing by the lake and boating on the lake under the moonlight, then picked up his paintbrush and prepared to paint.
But at this moment...he suddenly felt a strong feeling of sadness and pain.
This feeling was like tearing apart his heart and lungs, making it difficult for him to even breathe.
His arm trembled, and then... the brush began to draw subconsciously, and then dipped in the paint from the palette next to it from time to time.
He didn't know how long it had passed, but he heard a girl say: "Your paintings are so beautiful..."
Only then did Dai Ming realize that there were many people surrounding him.
"This kid's paintings are so beautiful."
"At first I thought he was sketching."
"You can actually draw so well at such a young age. Hey, can you tell Auntie which art class you take? I want to enroll my child in one too."
"Hey, wait, why is this child crying?"
I……
Cried?
Dai Ming touched his eyes and realized that he was already bursting into tears.
what happened?
Then, Dai Ming looked at the basically completed painting in front of him.
Inside the painting... is a woman in white who fell into the water.
The woman was extremely beautiful, and even though her eyes were closed in the water, her extremely youthful appearance was still difficult to conceal.
Dai Ming looked at the painting in front of him, feeling a little confused.
He couldn't remember how he came up with the idea of painting this painting.
The picture was very lifelike, but when Dai Ming looked at the woman, he didn't know why, but felt an indescribable sadness.
This was the first time Dai Ming painted an unrealistic picture. He himself found it puzzling. How could he draw such a picture?
People around him began to praise the artistic conception of the painting, and they did not hesitate to praise Dai Ming.
At that time, although Dai Ming felt something was wrong, after thinking about it, he felt that it was his own inspiration. Maybe his talents were far beyond his imagination?
Therefore, he didn't think too much and returned home with the praise of everyone in the park.
But……
This is just the beginning of this series of abnormalities.
After the May Day holiday, Dai Ming returned to school.
In art class, the teacher arranges for everyone to paint freely. Most students just use crayons to doodle casually, but Dai Ming brings various special painting tools. In every art class, everyone will watch his painting process.
Dai Ming painted this time...
The painting is still that woman.
And this time...
The picture becomes very dark.
Not only that, he also drew some fish.
The woman sank into the deep sea, and some fish swam around her.
However, the woman's face is still beautiful.
"Dai Ming, this..."
The students watching were a little stunned.
"Is this the bottom of the sea?" One of the girls suddenly said: "This is the mackerel! It is a type of deep-sea fish!"
Dai Ming was stunned when he heard this.
"Sockfish? What's this fish's name?"
"It's a mackerel, not a horsetail. Well, it's not wrong. My father works in an aquarium, so he taught me how to identify various fish since I was a child."
deep sea fish?
Dai Ming, who was only nine years old at the time, looked carefully at the fish he drew.
"I...I have never seen this kind of fish."
Dai Ming had no interest in marine life at all, and he had never been to an aquarium at that time.
"Hey, how did you draw it?"
"I……"
Dai Ming recalled the process of his painting. It seemed that he just naturally... thought of it and then painted it.
"This woman... sank to the bottom of the sea?"
asked the children nearby.
"Well, it should be... right."
Looking at the woman sinking at the bottom of the sea in the painting, Dai Ming felt a strange feeling in his heart.
Why did he draw this woman again?
Why did he draw deep-sea fish that he had never seen before?
