Chapter 134 Sea of Flowers
When he returned to the teaching building, the crowd of spectators had finally dispersed, and Su Chengyi was able to see the whole painting.
Chu Qingmian’s color combination is simply incredible.
If you take it out alone, it will make people feel strange. How can they be used together?
But when her paintings are placed there, people will be amazed - it turns out that this color can be used in this way.
She painted a sunset scene by the sea.
Blue sky and white clouds, orange sunset, golden beach, everything looks normal.
But the ocean she painted was actually pink.
This seemingly unreasonable setting at first glance makes such a seemingly realistic painting become more romantic.
While Su Chengyi was stopping to watch, out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Li Lu leading Principal Xiang towards this side, followed by Chu Qingmian, Han Bing and Zhou Kairong.
It looks like it's probably a routine checkup.
Han Bing looked impatient, and Zhou Kairong followed her shyly.
As soon as Chu Qingmian saw him, her eyes lit up and she stood on tiptoes and waved.
Su Chengyi smiled and nodded, standing there waiting for the group of them to come over.
“This commemorative painting for the 100th anniversary of the school is still completed by Chu Qingmian.”
Li Lu raised her finger and pointed at the painting in front of her.
Xiang principal nodded with satisfaction, then squinted his eyes and looked at it for a long time, and asked:
"Classmate Chu, what is the name of your painting?"
Chu Qingmian shook her head and said she hadn’t thought about it yet.
“What about the creative concept? Personally, I think the painting is very good and artistic. But looking at it this way, it doesn’t seem to have much to do with the theme of our centenary anniversary. Of course, I also know that you must have your own ideas, so can you explain this? ”
Chu Qingmian took two steps forward and was silent for a while, as if she didn't know where to start.
Su Chengyi looked at her flickering eyes and felt that this was really embarrassing for the creator.
Painting is a form of expression that is more hazy and abstract than words.
Many times what painters express is just a momentary emotion, a vague feeling, which is extremely difficult to explain in words.
When reading and comprehending an article, there is no guarantee that you will understand the author’s thoughts, let alone interpreting it from a painting alone?
"Well, if you ask me to tell you the specific connection, I may not be able to tell. But the inspiration for this painting does come from the years I lived and studied in No. 1 Middle School, and the No. 1 Middle School that accompanied me when I grew up. "Teachers and classmates."
Chu Qingmian looked at her painting with wide eyes. The pink ocean was reflected in her eyes, giving her a somewhat unreal dreamy atmosphere. .
But her abstract explanation obviously did not satisfy Principal Xiang. After all, when leaders came to visit, he had to explain the creative concept of this painting to the leaders.
Li Lu felt a little anxious when she saw Principal Xiang’s troubled face and Chu Qingmian’s distracted expression.
At this moment, I just regret that I am not a Chinese teacher, and I really can’t make up any tricks.
Wang Tingting, who usually hangs around, doesn't know where she is hiding now!
Unreliable, so unreliable. She disappeared when she was needed most.
"Teacher."
Su Chengyi, who had been listening quietly, suddenly spoke up, and everyone present looked at him.
He took two steps forward and stood next to Chu Qingmian.
"I don't know much about painting, but since Chu Qingmian, the painter, said that it was inspired by reality, I will try to interpret it from the perspective of the audience."
Chu Qingmian He lowered his head and smiled, anticipating what he would say with some excitement.
Everyone was waiting for his next step, but Su Chengyi actually had no idea.
In fact, it is normal to misunderstand the artist's intention. After all, it is rare to have a clear understanding.
But if he said it wrong, Chu Qingmian might be a little disappointed.
"I believe that when everyone sees this painting, the first thing they sigh must be its color. So I will talk about it from the aspect of color."
At this point, Su Chengyi stood aside. , to avoid blocking other people’s views.
"Let's talk about the normal things first. The blue sky and white clouds, I think they are the same blue and white colors of our school uniforms."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man in the school uniform People lowered their heads to compare the colors on their bodies with the colors in the paintings. "Really, it's exactly the same blue."
Han Bing raised his hand. The blue of the sleeves of the school uniform and the color of the painted sky almost blended together.
“This painting depicts the setting sun on the seaside, and the position of the setting sun is not on the sea level, but on the beach. When I first saw it, I felt a little strange. Because if it were me. If you paint it, you must let the sun set on the sea, which is more beautiful."
Su Chengyi continued. The picture does look a bit jarring because of this setting.
Everyone felt strange, but they couldn't explain why. Now that he said these words, everyone suddenly felt like they suddenly understood.
So they all turned their curious eyes to Chu Qingmian.
Chu Qingmian had no intention of answering, but was looking forward to how Su Chengyi would interpret it.
I hope he understands, but I am afraid that he will be too easy to understand.
I am afraid that the thoughts hidden in the painting will be seen through at a glance, so my heartbeat is pounding in my ears.
“So I think”
Su Chengyi raised his hand to simulate the angle of the sunlight.
"This is not a golden beach, this is sunshine."
"How to explain the pink sea?"
Everyone's eyes followed his gesture.
“For me, the definition of the sea is not just large areas of salt water. Bottomless, undulating, and everything that can’t be seen at a glance is the sea.”
< br>Su Chengyi turned his head to look at Chu Qingmian. Her eyes were as full as water, and the emotions rippling in them at the moment also fit his definition of the sea.
"So, what is in the painting is a sea of flowers. When I was in junior high school, many peach blossom trees were planted on the small playground behind the school. They bloomed luxuriantly in spring, and when the wind blew, it looked like a whole patch of pink from a distance. The ocean.”
The people here are basically born and raised in No. 1 Middle School. When he mentioned this, everyone thought of the peach blossom tree that was forgotten in the depths of memory.
“Of course, thanks to the principal’s blessing, it was converted into a literature gallery a few years ago. I think what Chu Qingmian painted is probably the one in his memory.”
Although Su Chengyi's tone was calm, everyone could hear that he was slightly unhappy.
It was indeed not a good feeling, because the peach blossom tree was one of the few good memories he had in junior high school.
During the season when the peach blossoms are in full bloom, he likes to stand at the end of the corridor of the teaching building and look over at the colorful and beautiful falling flowers.
However, now all that is left is an ugly corridor building.
Su Chengyi thought he was the only one in the school who was worried about this, but he didn't expect that Chu Qingmian had been thinking about the same thing.
He is a comrade! If I had known, Chu Yuanjiang would be able to get his peach blossom back by making some insinuations.
Chu Qingmian's face turned slightly red, whether she was excited or moved, she nodded lightly.
"Su Chengyi is right."
When she was drawing, she didn't expect so much. She just felt inexplicably that the sea should be pink, it must be pink.
Su Chengyi guessed everything right.
What he doesn’t know is that this sea of flowers is also related to him.
At that time, most students chose to go to the woods to play by themselves, and often picked up some flower petals to use as bookmarks.
Some disobedient ones would break off a whole branch and take it away. The teacher would scold them if he saw them, but there was nothing he could do if he couldn't see them.
Chu Qingmian didn’t think this behavior was excessive at first. After all, there is an ancient poem that says:
“If you have flowers, you must break them, but don’t wait until there are no flowers to break branches.”
But there is one person who is different from others. No matter how beautiful the flowers bloom, he has no intention of joining in the fun.
Chu Qingmian, who felt strange, quietly paid attention and successfully discovered his private viewing spot.
When she looked at it from his perspective, the sea of flowers rippling in the wind was successfully engraved in her memory.
This memory spurted out on its own when she picked up the paintbrush many years later, turning into this pink ocean.
(End of this chapter)