Chapter 824 Master and Apprentice
“So this exhibition hall is all the works of Mr. Kisaragi’s disciples?”
The people who were led by Kitagawa Yusuke to visit the museum quickly arrived at the east side In the exhibition hall, there are some paintings whose styles are obviously very different from other works in the exhibition hall.
Although this art exhibition is closer to Ruyue Fengshui's personal exhibition, after all, Ruyue Fengshui's purpose is not only for personal achievement, there must always be a reason to show it to his disciples.
So the theme of this exhibition is the word "Ruyue", which not only refers to Ruyue Fengshui himself, but also refers to the disciples who were taught by him personally. It is also appropriate and vague. There is some sense of establishing a sect in it.
The exhibition hall they are in now is called "Xiao Caosheng", which is a separate place to display the disciples' works.
"Yes, this is it." Tangze nodded and looked at the variously decorated place, "...Everyone is responsible for the specific arrangement of the exhibition. This is the first time I have seen its entirety. . ”
It is true that he is the main designer of the exhibition, but the nature of the personal exhibition in this exhibition hall is too intense, and everyone is an equal and even somewhat competitive fellow, so it is normal for him not to want others to interfere.
Except for the few paintings that Ruyue Fengshui named to be placed in the most conspicuous positions, the other parts were left to each artist to take care of themselves.
After saying this, Tangze thought about it for a moment, and he always felt that something was not right. These words were like the opening lines of some mystery novel. There is a possibility that a murder will happen here next, and then Starting from the direction of each disciple arranging their works, they designed some strange mechanisms...
In order to dispel this ominous feeling, he specifically added: "Of course, after the decoration is completed, safety inspections and fire protection procedures are carried out, and the teacher has also reviewed it."
So there is no loophole to take advantage of. , No matter who you are, don’t create any obstacles for Ruyue Fengshui’s art exhibition.
Mao Lilan, who admired the works with shining eyes, felt that his words were a bit strange, as if he was explaining to someone, but her attention had already been attracted by the works, so she did not delve into it. He turned to ask: "How many works have you participated in the exhibition?"
"Four. In addition to the three works created after studying with the teacher, there is also an old work. The teacher thought it was good after reading it, so he selected it together. "
He was about to explain to a few people when Mao Lilan interrupted him with a wave of his hand and pointed excitedly at the exhibition hall: "Don't introduce it yet, let us guess it ourselves. Good?”
"Please do it." Tang Ze nodded calmly, and took a step back to let them have a panoramic view of the works in the exhibition hall.
Due to the theme and Kisaragi Peak Water, no disciple would dare to use a theme like Mount Fuji to make themselves unhappy. The style of the works here is somewhat messy.
Kisaragi Hosui mainly specializes in Japanese paintings, but since he began to create independently, his main creative center is Mount Fuji. He is not limited to expression forms and has dabbled in various types of paintings. Solid academic school.
His basic skills are also very strong. He can not only teach content in one direction, so his disciples are good at different types of paintings. There are oil paintings, gouache, and prints in the exhibition hall, and everyone is trying their best. They show their ideas and atmosphere to the best of their ability, trying their best to gain every possible ounce of attention.
It is like a group of plants competing for nutrients, which coincides with the name of the exhibition hall.
"That, that must be your work, a 'self-portrait' or something like that." Mao Lilan raised her hand and pointed to the hazy figure in the frame to the east.
The person in the painting has only a sharp outline. The surrounding environment is mixed with the colors on his body, creating a sense of light and shadow like the shaking of treetops, which is very eye-catching.
Although the face of the person in the painting cannot be clearly seen, the blue hair is indeed very eye-catching.
Tang Ze looked over and smiled.
This can indeed be regarded as a self-portrait. The draft of this painting was decided by Karasawa, mainly to reflect the blurred disciple portrait in Madarame Hall in the original work. He and Kidd were wanted to use these two characters. A "man in the middle" who jointly created the image of this world, reinterprets the atmosphere and image that the character Kitagawa Yusuke should have.
This painting can be regarded as a joint painting between him and Kuroba Kaito. After three or four changes, each time they tried hard to cover up the other's style, but in the end the collision produced a special effect.
"And over there, the two paintings over there are probably your paintings." Conan, who was also observing the audience, immediately pointed out the two paintings on the other wall.
Two completely symmetrical frames depict the same scene in the form of mirror images, that is, the urban landscape of Tokyo. One side is day and the other is night, as if a gap is opened on the wall. There is another mirror in the window.
"Yes, they are all mine." Thinking of their origins, Tang Ze coughed and nodded shamelessly.
There is indeed one painting by him, and it is not a lie.
Karasawa has been studying with Kisaragi Fengshui for some time, and with the bonus of painting talent from Kidd, his personal style has gradually taken shape, so Kidd chose to do whatever he wanted, changing his style from "creation" to "Making a fake in the style of Kitagawa Yusuke" turned out to be quite impressive.
It can only be said that a genius is a genius. With Kuroba Kaito's amazing artistic attainments, no matter how he fabricates his needs, he can play with forehand and backhand at will, and he cannot be troubled at all.
As for why it is drawn like a mirror image... There is always a slight deviation in the communication needs of video calls.
"The last painting must be -" Suzuki Sonoko puffed up her chest and raised her hand to point to the most conspicuous and incongruous painting directly in front of the painting. The female figure standing in front of the painting Sensing their gaze, he turned back in the direction of a few people.
It was a familiar face. The sharp slit eyes and strong makeup brought Conan's memory back to that unforgettable night, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes.
"Miss Miyoshi?" Mao Lilan, who was equally impressed by her, couldn't help calling her name.
The magician who killed his own master, the magician who abducted the master's beloved daughter but then let the girl go, and the birthday dream that Kaitou Kidd gave to the nine-year-old girl, are all shocking. Very impressive.
Asako Miyoshi turned her gaze and looked at them twice. Perhaps it was because Mouri Kogoro solved this case personally. She was not very impressed by the pendants of the two detectives, so she just clicked lightly. He nodded and turned his eyes to Kitagawa Yusuke beside them.
"Mr. Kitagawa, we meet again." Seeing the blue-haired boy, a smile appeared on her indifferent face, "Your work is completed, congratulations."
Place it on the The most conspicuous work in the exhibition hall, illuminated by multiple spotlights, is the oil painting named "Desire" that looks like a vortex and can suck people's vision and spirit into it.
It was also the picture that Karasawa showed to his target Asako Miyoshi when he first chose to appear as Kitagawa Yusuke.
"Long time no see, I feel relieved to see that you are safe and sound." Tang Ze nodded towards this woman who no longer had any depression in her brows.
Due to the lack of evidence and no reports from others, the case of Yasu Kujiumoto was eventually concluded as suicide. Asako Miyoshi's surrender did not have much impact on the situation except for making the police a little busy for a few days. influence.
So now, after leaving the Ninety-nine Family, she is still free, and she still has the leisure to look at his paintings.
Unsure whether he was really greeting or sarcastically, Miyoshi Asako shook his head and looked at the painting in front of him again: "I just accidentally saw this painting in the brochure of the art exhibition, and suddenly I remembered that I wanted to take a look. The last time I saw it, it was dark and I wasn’t in the mood to appreciate it. When I saw it today, it was really extraordinary. You hadn’t finished painting it yet, and it was really good.”
She looked at the luxurious and exquisite feather fabric on the other person's body again, and the smile on her face became stronger.
Tang Ze bowed slightly to her and smiled without saying a word.
It was difficult for him to explain that he was really that bad at that time, and it was also difficult for him to explain that the prototype of this painting really had nothing to do with the carousel and Ferris wheel that day. Miyoshi Mazi worshiped in the wrong temple.
The black history moment is being watched clearly, what else can he do, smile.
Miyoshi Asako didn't know what he had misunderstood. He suddenly turned around and bowed 90 degrees to him very solemnly. After standing up, he said seriously: "I'm sorry, I thought you said The thing was just to cater to my fabricated story, I was too arrogant at the time. You are right, human beings are like this, both beauty and ugliness grow in it. Thank you.”
After saying that, she breathed out a sigh of relief and strode out without waiting for his answer. She didn't come here to seek comfort from others or to reminisce about the past. She just felt that she had thought of the answer and it was necessary to tell the person who asked the question.
The other people looked at it in a daze, feeling that they had witnessed something extraordinary. After thinking about it carefully, they couldn't understand what was so extraordinary.
Conan next to him took a sharp breath, his eyes almost bulging out of frame.
In the case of Kujumoyasu, there is actually something about Kitagawa Yusuke? !
How many surprises does his group of elusive Phantom Thieves friends have that he doesn't know about yet?
"This painting was completed before I officially became a teacher." Faced with the gazes of several people, Tang Ze smacked his lips and had no choice but to explain.
However, several people obviously stopped listening to his explanation. They all took out their mobile phones and took pictures for a while at the work with a strong and somewhat paradoxical style.
A painting with such an extraordinary origin, no wonder it became the center of the entire exhibition hall...
Without looking back, Miyoshi Asako passed through the gap in the crowd, the hem of his flying windbreaker passing by Other visiting guests at the door.
Standing at the end of the team, a handsome man with some green stubble on his chin looked thoughtfully at Miyoshi Asako's long-haired back, and then at the blue-haired boy standing there with his back as straight as a green pine tree.
“It’s interesting, human beings are like this, both beauty and ugliness grow in them...”
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“…People always like to use many aesthetic theories To explain the creative behavior of an artist, over the years since I picked up a paintbrush, people have been racking their brains to find a convincing reason for my decision to only paint Mount Fuji. But today, standing here, what I want to say is these reasons. None of them are right."
Ruyue Fengshui held his brand new crutches with both hands and stood upright under the soft light.
In this central exhibition hall, Karasawa did not choose overly bright spotlights. The light softened by the diffuser was like warm spring water, scattered in the flawless white hall, reflecting a kind of softness and agility like waves. of light and shadow.
Ruyue Fengshui, standing in the center, even though there is no spotlight to bless him, is still as if he is standing in the center of the sun, illuminated extremely brightly by the surrounding pure white scenery.
Listening to the continuous sound of flashing lights in the field, Ruyue Fengshui slowly exhaled: "After what happened last time, I have some insights that I want to share with you today. I drew It's because the mountain is right there."
When he said this, he stretched out his hand towards his side.
Karazawa, who was standing quietly with his head bowed, immediately stepped forward, took his arm, and helped him up the stairs to Mount Fuji.
Kisaragi Hosui, who was ready to kill three young adults by himself, was in good health and did not need help from anyone, but at this moment, he needed Kitagawa Yusuke to help him up.
Everyone’s eyes naturally moved higher. Bright red hanging curtains hang from the high ceiling, becoming the only color in this exhibition hall.
Ruyue Fengshui held one side of the rope and signaled Tang Ze to hold the other side.
The two people exerted their strength at the same time, and the bright red curtain flowed down and fell into the groove that had long been vacated after the stairs. Under the illumination of the arranged linear lights, the geometric shape of Mount Fuji was outlined. Gentle cherry blossom pink.
Two long scrolls finally appeared in front of everyone.
The picture below shows Mount Fuji painted entirely with black ink. The entire sky seems to be infected by splashes of ink, like a giant rolling Milky Way, which outlines the white shadow of Mount Fuji and connects it with the bright stars of the entire city. It forms a vast and atmospheric night view of Mount Fuji.
The one above is a completely different extreme, with brilliant colors like the aurora covering the painting paper.
It was the secret treasure of his own palace that was handed over to the sailors of Ruyue Peak through the hands of Karasawa, the painting "The Four Seasons of Heaven".
Two completely unrelated paintings, when viewed together, the string of silhouettes of people in the foreground seem to stand up from the night below, and there is an inexplicable story. feel.
The sharp-eyed Tang Ze saw the signature on the top at a glance.
Kisaragi Hosui did not correct the meaning of the original title on the screen at all. Kitagawa Yusuke's name was listed side by side with Kisaragi Hosui's.
"Teacher..." He looked to the other side and raised his head, quietly watching the painting of Moon Peak Water with a dazed expression.
Ruyue Fengshui smiled and waved to him.
When Tangze came up and was about to support him as usual, Ruyue Fengshui hugged his disciple's tall but thin body with his backhand, and patted the mist-shrouded peaks above his feathers.
"This is our work. Yusuke, go to the top."
What kind of extraordinary and sincere soul is contained in this young body is what he really wants to show everyone today.
Picked up the microphone again and Ruyue Fengshui said loudly: "Ten years ago, I felt that I had painted all of Mount Fuji and had reached my personal limit. Even if I work harder, I will never be able to achieve anything in my life. It’s hard to paint a better picture of her. And it’s because of Yusuke’s existence that I have the opportunity to create today’s painting.”
Tang Ze turned his head and looked at the crowd under the stairs, looking at the countless flashes of light. The spotlight and the long guns.
Ruyue Feng's dry but powerful palms tightly hugged his arm and patted it comfortingly.
“This is my disciple, Kitagawa Yusuke.”
Without any attribution or evaluation, he simply seemed to be blatantly saying, "He is the only one who can be considered my disciple."
"Wow..."
Even if they had some guesses about the scene at this time, Suzuki Sonoko and Mao Lilan couldn't help but grabbed each other's wrists and jumped excitedly. Two times.
“Kitagawa-kun, you are so awesome!”
“You never disappoint!”
Standing behind them, with his hands in his trouser pockets, the man who was wearing an earphone stared at the old and young people in the center of his sight. After thinking for a while, he silently took off the earphones and stuffed them into his suit pocket.
A genius who never disappoints is like an eye that can see through the past, like a brush that can draw the future...
A person who can freely spread love, resentment, and hatred like paint. Genius?
(End of this chapter)