Chapter 129: It’s broken. I’m fighting with the air?
Jinjiang Art Center is not too far away.
Chen Yun and Bai Shi took a taxi and arrived there in about twenty minutes.
This place has been well decorated for this art exhibition.
The entrance to the art exhibition exudes a quiet and elegant atmosphere. The two tall sensor glass doors are crystal clear, slightly reflecting the mottled shadows of trees outside and the outlines of people passing by. The sunlight jumps on the transparent door, casting little rays of light.
The door frame is decorated with exquisite carvings, and the copper carvings glow with a classic luster in the sun, inviting every passerby.
Of course.
This is all about the main entrance on the east side.
The red carpet and welcoming guests were from the east gate and had nothing to do with the north gate where Chen Yun and Bai Shi were at the moment.
Although the decoration here is not crude, it is still lacking compared to the east gate where the red carpet and welcoming guests are prepared.
In addition, there is a ticketing center for offline ticket purchasing services, and a newly built temporary service center filled with volunteers.
Therefore, many passers-by gathered here to watch the excitement or prepare to buy tickets.
"So, I am an invited expert and can take you through the east gate."
Bai Shi looked at Chen Yun beside him, wondering why he chose to take the north gate.
"You make it sound like you like to go to the East Gate to show off."
Chen Yun rolled his eyes at Bai Shi and complained.
He didn't say why he came to Beimen, but changed the subject.
He knew that Shiraishi definitely didn't want to show up at Dongmen and face a bunch of spotlights on the red carpet.
"hey-hey."
Bai Shi smiled when he heard this, and then took out the invitation letter and checked it with the staff at the door, before leading Chen Yun inside.
There are already many tourists watching around at this moment, and everyone communicates in a low voice without talking loudly.
The hall on the first floor of Jinjiang Art Center covers an area of nearly 100,000 square meters, but is only occupied by twenty masterpieces from all over the world.
So even though each master's booth contains far more than one painting, it still looks quite empty.
Each booth here is like a carefully crafted small world, coexisting independently and harmoniously, leading visitors step by step into the palace of art.
The passages between the booths are spacious and moderate, allowing every viewer to have enough space to appreciate each work carefully without being disturbed.
The soft light focuses on each painting. Whether it is a delicate oil painting or an elegant watercolor, it blooms a unique charm in the interplay of light and shadow. The booth backgrounds mostly use neutral tones, aiming to prevent any external factors from taking away the charm of the paintings themselves, allowing colors and brushstrokes to become the only focus.
There is soft music with low sound as the background, which will not interfere with people's thinking when appreciating the paintings, but can also subtly affect the emotions of the visitors, helping them to better immerse themselves in the atmosphere of the exhibition.
Bai Shi and Chen Yun didn't take two steps.
I came across the first booth.
Watercolor paintings were posted in every corner of the booth, all by a painter who never sets on the sun.
As for the painter, he entered through the east gate with many invitees, and then chatted and rested in a special rest area.
Chen Yun's transparent world roughly perceived these watercolor paintings with strong colors, and his eyes could not help but narrow slightly.
He doesn't understand art.
But from his own perspective, which can perceive more colors, he just felt that the paintings in front of him were a bit too stiff and rigid, and not interesting.
However, Bai Shi, who was not so keen in perception, had high artistic attainments, and had a particularly vicious mouth, whispered to Chen Yun: "Why can all kinds of garbage be exhibited?"
"This is simply a waste of paint! This watercolor painting looks like the leaflets that were randomly discarded on the street after a heavy rain, soaked in rain and then haphazardly pasted together. Not only does the color fail to show the flexibility and flexibility that watercolor should have, The sense of transparency is as random as children's graffiti, and the composition is messy and the theme is unclear. Is this a creation or a rude intrusion on the viewer's vision? It seems to be just a so-called artistic expression. It is a poor cover-up of poor skills and lack of creativity. I suggest that the author at least learns how to master the basic color harmony and composition logic before squandering the canvas again. Otherwise, this kind of work only deserves to be pinned as a teaching on 'how not to paint'. …”
Shiraishi hasn't finished his endless series of criticisms.
A uniformed staff member happened to be passing by.
Shiraishi changed his subject almost reflexively and said: "This painter cleverly used the characteristics of watercolor, and through the control of water, he left a free-flowing and refined impression on the paper..."
As the staff walked away, Shiraishi's unintentional words of praise also stopped abruptly.
This made Chen Yun on the side couldn't help laughing.
Okay, okay, the classic Big Wild Goose Pagoda is back again, right?
Shiraishi is a venomous guy, but there is still no need to worry about being beaten to death.
"I have a thing to say, don't laugh at me. The level of this booth at the door is really second-rate. Don't tell me that this is the average level of this art exhibition, otherwise I want to turn around and leave now. But I heard that there are at least tens of Thousand-dollar paintings.”
Bai Shi saw Chen Yun smiling and couldn't help but defend himself.
You can't blame him for his crazy face change.
In fact, the quality of the painting at the door really disdained him.
"The organizer said it was arranged randomly. Maybe they didn't put the best ones at the door, or they may have already put the best ones at the door. Let's take a look inside?"
Chen Yun recalled the memory of checking information yesterday, pointed to the depths of the venue and said to Shiraishi.
Not to mention that I only saw one painting.
Just standing here, his transparent world perception would not be able to see booth No. 92 in the southeast corner of the second floor. After all, the Jinjiang Art Center is not small in size.
At least we have to go a few dozen steps forward, almost to the next booth.
"Okay, let's go."
Bai Shi nodded and took the lead and continued walking forward.
As Chen Yun followed behind him, he began to focus on his ability to perceive the world as he moved forward a little bit.
Everything around you comes into view.
Not only the first floor, but also everything on the second floor was covered by Chen Yun's perception ability.
The second floor is much more lively than the first floor.
If the first floor is elegant, there are only art exhibitions of works and staff.
The second floor is a bit like a market.
Not only do each booth occupy a small area, but they are also almost right next to each other.
In the same space, twenty booths were crammed into the first floor and one hundred and eighty on the second floor.
But there is a benefit to the exhibition on the second floor.
The second floor is basically filled with works by art students and people from all walks of life who are good at painting. Basically, everyone is not as pretentious as the celebrity authors on the first floor.
Basically all the authors were sitting at their respective booths, performing and painting live.
Therefore, many tourists who are not deeply involved in art prefer to watch the artists painting on the second floor instead of staying on the cold first floor.
soon.
Chen Yun's ability to perceive the world transparently reached the southeast corner of the second floor, giving him a panoramic view of all the booths, works, authors, and tourists here.
There are wonderful paintings on booth No. 92, and a nameplate with the name "Cui Zixuan" is placed on the booth.
but……
There was no one at booth 92.
This made Chen Yun feel a little more vigilant.
Where are people? Have you come to see me? ! How was I discovered?
But within 200 meters, there was no one obviously approaching me! Even two hundred meters underground is a mediocre concrete foundation and a soil layer without any living things.
Chen Yun looked around cautiously, and a bunch of thoughts flashed through his mind. If he hadn't seen some extremely colorful paintings placed in booth No. 92, and some tourists waiting next to booth No. 92, he would have wanted to run away immediately.
After pondering for a moment, Chen Yun calmed down under the rational balance mechanism and carefully paid attention to the discussion of the crowd around booth 92.
From these people's mouths, he learned that the author went to the toilet.
Chen Yun decided to wait patiently for a while longer.
And before that.
He observed the painting displayed in booth No. 92.
Chen Yun can say that compared to any other paintings in this art exhibition, the paintings in this No. 92 Art Exhibition are full of spirituality.
Ordinary people can only feel that it is good-looking and novel, but they cannot tell what is so good about it. I just feel that the colors he uses for some things are much different from other painters
But Chen Yun can find it with his vision that can see more colors.
These paintings seem to have glimpsed a real corner of the world.
Especially the pictures of several roses, as if they were painted according to the modifications Azi had made when he described the red roses.
In the eyes of others, the colors used in these paintings are just a little richer.
But what he saw in Chen Yun's eyes.
But he is a person who can see more of the reality of the world, trying to outline the real world in a way that ordinary people can understand, but he cannot do it perfectly at all.
A loneliness that no one understands me was released almost from the inside out.
Is silent.
The movement around him made Chen Yun, who was fully focused, come back to his senses and withdraw some of his attention from the southeast corner of the second floor.
I saw Shiraishi approaching his ear mysteriously and saying: "Look at these works on the face, they were painted by an acquaintance of mine. Although he himself did not come, his paintings did. The main reason why I came here this time One of the purposes is to see how he is progressing now.”
Chen Yun heard this.
Looking at the works in the booth in front of me, they are watercolor paintings of a person walking in the rain, signed by Martin Redrado.
"Acquaintance? In what way?"
Chen Yun couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard this.
Shiraishi’s acquaintances are not necessarily good people.
It can even be said that most of them are not fuel-efficient lamps.
After all, Shiraishi was wanted by many countries, and at one time he worked with an international criminal group to try to collapse the Lighthouse Federal Reserve's economy.
It didn't take much thinking to know how mixed his social circle was before returning to China.
"Where are you thinking? This is Martin Redrado, a painter with some international fame. He is not a gray guy."
"I have interacted with him before and sold him a pair of Van Gogh's "People Walking in the Park in the Rain". But that was a fake that I forged. I stole the original from a museum and kept it in my collection."
"He didn't recognize it as a fake painting at the time, and he was really tricked into buying it by me. But later he talked to a girlfriend who has four-color vision and had seen the original painting of "People Walking in the Rain in the Park", so the fake was just No more hiding it.”
"I heard that he later only painted paintings of walking in the rain, just to reach the heights I had faked. It's a pity, now it seems that he is just a poor imitator after all. After breaking up with his girlfriend with four-color vision, he has made great progress recently. The speed is obviously much different.”
Shiraishi said with a smile, with a mean-looking smile on his face, obviously very proud of his glorious achievements.
And Chen Yun heard this.
But he didn't care about Shiraishi's glorious record.
Instead, he keenly noticed the four-color vision person mentioned in Shiraishi's words.
"Four colors of color vision?!"
Chen Yun's eyes widened and he murmured this word.
"Yes, this kind of existence is like a microscope for those of us who forge art fakes. We can detect the color differences between our fakes and the original works that we ordinary people cannot see."
Shiraishi explained.
But Chen Yun was flawless enough to listen to Bai Shi's explanation.
The powerful memory palace immediately searched based on this word, and some popular science posts I had seen were as clear as if they were right in front of me:
[Tetrachromatic color vision is a rare visual phenomenon. Such individuals are extremely rare, but it is true exist. They have four different types of cones, one more than the three the average person has. 】
[Due to this additional visual channel, people with tetrachromatic color vision can feel more color differences and theoretically be able to distinguish more color types. Compared with the 1 million colors that ordinary people can distinguish, people with tetrachromatic color vision can see 100 million colors. 】
Damn it?
Could it be that Azi, who was probably named Cui Zixuan, was actually just a four-color visionary?
Chen Yun suddenly realized this possibility.
Perhaps because of being overly cautious, I ignored or did not think about such a possibility.
After all, he has never been afraid to think about the worst and most dangerous possibilities.
Only by constantly putting yourself in desperate situations can you never let your guard down at any time.
Think for a moment.
Chen Yun immediately used the toilet as an excuse to leave Baishi, who was carefully looking at Martin Redrado's works and showing more and more mocking expressions.
Then he came to a corner that Shiraishi didn't pay attention to.
Concentrating on using the ability to perceive the world, he paid attention to booth No. 92 in the southeast corner of the second floor, waiting for Cui Zixuan to return.
Not long.
A young girl walked to booth No. 92.
She was wearing a simple yet stylish cotton and linen long skirt. The hem of the skirt swayed gently in the breeze, seeming to resonate with the artistic atmosphere around her.
Her long hair was gently pulled into a low bun, with a few strands of hair hanging down inadvertently, adding a bit of gentle and artistic temperament to her.
On her shoulder, there was a crow standing there obediently.
Obviously, she is Ah Zi, Cui Zixuan in booth 92.
After she sat down at booth No. 92, the surrounding visitors looked expectantly as she continued to finish the unfinished paintings on the canvas.
It was a half-painted profile picture of a character. The person in the painting was looking up into the distance. The hand wearing the watch hadn't had time to put it down yet, as if he had just read the time.
Obviously, the person in this painting is waiting for someone.
Cui Zixuan, who was outside the painting, also pouted in boredom. While painting, I looked around from time to time.
Looking at everything in the southeast corner of the second floor.
Chen Yun's transparent perception of the world is certain.
There seems to be nothing wrong with Cui Zixuan in booth No. 92 in the southeast corner of the second floor.
Compared with others, I appreciate Cui Zixuan's beauty and appreciate Cui Zixuan's paintings.
Chen Yun's focus is particularly different.
"My steps are sluggish and my limbs are weak. My heart beats and my blood flows at a normal speed. I don't have any strange and dangerous smell on my body. I seem to be completely unaware of the mental energy that sweeps over almost every inch of my body." …”
"Such a person doesn't look like an old bastard who is fishing in secret and wants to kill other body evolvers, right?"
"It's broken! Could it be that..."
"I've been battling with the air?"
Thinking of the existence of four-color color visionaries, Chen Yun couldn't help but murmur in a low voice.
(End of chapter)