After dinner, the task of washing the dishes fell to Tao Yumo. Lin Chaoyang, Li Tuo, and Feng Jicai sat in the living room drinking tea and chatting.

The topic came back to the Stars Art Exhibition before dinner. Feng Jicai went to see it yesterday and came back disappointed. He was inevitably a little angry.

“I don’t know what those people are proud of. They advertise themselves as avant-garde to everyone they meet, but they don’t even understand the concept of ‘avant-garde’.

Without the test of time, how can we be ‘avant-garde’? Without surpassing our predecessors and famous figures, how can we dare to talk about ‘avant-garde’?

So many kind-hearted people gave them admiring looks, and they seemed to think they deserved it, as if they had become the favored sons of heaven.

Their so-called "avant-garde" is just two and a half steps ahead of everyone else, they are proud of the inexplicable things, cheer for the inexplicable things, thinking that they are about to move forward to something.

It’s vulgar! It’s vulgar!”

Feng Jicai is tall and looks gentle and polite.

I had some scruples about Tao Yumo just now, but now I drank some wine, my face was rosy, my eyes were blurry, and my voice was louder, showing a cynical undertone.

Compared with his performance when he is awake, it can be said that he is completely different.

Lin Chaoyang cast a questioning look at Li Tuo, and Li Tuo laughed boldly, "Jicai's true temperament!"

It's okay that Li Tuo didn't praise him. This praise seemed to have given Feng Jicai a shot of chicken blood, and he started to talk nonsense again.

"I heard someone say that last year, a group of students from the Central Academy of Fine Arts gave a speech, scolding those writers who had become famous, saying that official painters were completely ruined! What kind of art are they doing? They just want to earn royalties!

At that time, a group of people applauded and cheered. A group of art students did not think about how to practice their skills and surpass their predecessors. They only shouted "thoughts" and "meanings" and other slogans that seemed profound but were actually superficial and stupid to make a fuss about art. How ridiculous?

Did they innovate any great techniques? Did they come up with any advanced ideas?

It's just picking up some wisdom from Western art. If Chinese art is really inspired by this group of people, it will be really sad for the Chinese people!"

At the end of the scolding, Feng Jicai still couldn't understand his hatred and said: "I should write something to criticize their unhealthy tendencies, a group of people who deceive the world and steal their reputation."

Lin Chaoyang felt that his impression of the Stars Art Exhibition was quite bad, but he did not expect that Feng Jicai hated the Stars Art Exhibition even more deeply than he did.

He put his arm around Li Tuo's shoulders curiously and asked, "Why is he so disdainful of those people?"

"I don't know either! Regarding the Star Art Exhibition, maybe the form is greater than the meaning. Some people regard it as a tool to break through traditions and taboos, and as a kind of catharsis and rebellion.

The matter of painting itself has become insignificant. I guess Da Feng likes painting and cannot bear to see those people ruining art like this."

Lin Chaoyang nodded, Li Tuo's words made some sense.

The main planners of the Stars Art Exhibition almost overlap with the planners of "Today".

The commonalities among this group of people are obvious. They were all born after the founding of the People's Republic of China. They all have urban life backgrounds. They have all experienced buzz, and they have all been to the mountains and the countryside...

The deformed, twisted, and incomprehensible shapes painted by those young painters who claim to be avant-garde mostly reflect the broken hearts of this group of people.

Political anger, emotional sadness, ideological doubt, denial of the past, dissatisfaction with the present, and hesitation about the future. Art is just a tool for these people to vent their inner negative emotions.

From the rise of scar literature, to the popularity of "Today", to the Stars Art Exhibition, they can all be seen as products of this emotion.

Can they be called art? It seems they can, but they can only bring resonance and feelings to specific people at a specific period.

Lacking lasting artistic vitality, such art is undoubtedly superficial and destined to be unable to reach the public.

This group of people has denied themselves internally, and externally they have failed to live up to the footsteps of others. It is a bit sad to think about it.

The most classic example is a certain teacher who became famous for his work. When he was in China, his works were appreciated and recognized by the industry, won awards, and were sought after by many art lovers.

However, he insists on denying himself, pretending to be noble, and goes abroad to study, thus erasing his original characteristics and failing to learn new things. In the end, he is totally different. Instead, his works do not contain any speeches or swearing words that would make him appear out of the circle.

Feng Jicai cursed for a while and finally calmed down, but he still kept chattering.

Lin Chaoyang joked: "If Dafeng had been sixty or seventy years ago, he would have been a seed player who set Zhaojialou on fire."

Feng Jicai shook his head, "If I had that kind of power, I would have cursed when I saw the exhibition. Now I am just complaining."

He asked: "Chaoyang, I heard from your tone that you don't think highly of the Stars Art Exhibition?"

"I can't say I don't like it. Overall, the art exhibition is a good thing. After all, it can make many ordinary people interested in art.

It's just that I don't quite agree with some people's performance and thoughts. Just like what you just said, they are obviously trying to catch people's wisdom, but they make it seem like they have invented something great.

The most important thing is that their own knowledge is only superficial, so it is easy to lead many ordinary people who do not understand this art astray."

Feng Jicai clapped his hands and said: "Yes, this is exactly what I am worried about."

Lin Chaoyang joked again: "Didn't you say you wanted to write something to criticize them?"

After venting his anger, Feng Jicai became more awake. He said with some embarrassment: "What I just said was wrong. You can't criticize just because you have different opinions."

Lin Chaoyang nodded and said: "This is the behavior of a gentleman, but it is also necessary to clarify the position and guide public opinion."

Seeing what he said, Feng Jicai asked curiously: "Chaoyang, I heard you say that, do you want to write something?"

Li Tuo also became interested and said: "Chaoyang is not only good at writing novels, but the article he wrote before, "The Inevitable Rise and Decline of Scar Literature," caused a great response. It can be said that he predicted the development of scar literature in advance.

course."

He asked Lin Chaoyang, "What are your thoughts? Tell us about it?"

"I was just talking about the Star Art Exhibition, and suddenly I had some ideas."

Li Tuo and Feng Jicai looked forward to it, "Tell me in detail, tell me in detail."

Lin Chaoyang pondered for a while, sorted out the thoughts in his mind, and then said: "My story is about Van Gogh."

"van gogh?"

Li Tuo and Feng Jicai are one who studies movies and the other loves art. Van Gogh's name is not unfamiliar to them, but they were still a little surprised when they heard the name.

Because Chinese writers write stories about foreigners, which is rare in the Chinese literary world.

"We know that Van Gogh committed suicide, but do you know how Van Gogh died?"

Lin Chaoyang's words attracted the full attention of Li Tuo and Feng Jicai.

The two of them stared at Lin Chaoyang closely, listened to his narration with their ears raised, and their minds also fluctuated in Lin Chaoyang's story.

When Lin Chaoyang told the climax of the story, both of them were moved and burst into tears.

"How wonderful would it be if Van Gogh could see the world's admiration for him while he was still alive?"

"The idea of ​​Chaoyang is really wonderful, it's simply a fantastic idea."

Li Tuo asked: "Chaoyang, is the inspiration for your story Huangliang Yimeng?"

Lin Chaoyang shook his head, "It's a little different from Huang Liang Yimeng. Have you read a novel by Mark Twain?"

"What novel?" Li Tuo asked.

"The Connecticut Yank in Arthur's Reign."

When they heard the title of the book, Li Tuo and Feng Jicai looked confused.

Mark Twain was one of the most important novelists of the 19th century. Both of them had read many of his works, and both of them had read a lot, but they had no idea about the title mentioned by Lin Chaoyang.

any impression.

"Which publisher published this novel?" Feng Jicai asked.

"I don't know. What I read is the original English book in our library."

Hearing Lin Chaoyang's words, Li Tuo and Feng Jicai looked at each other and silently labeled Lin Chaoyang a "pretentious criminal" in their hearts.

Li Tuo didn't want to give Lin Chaoyang a chance to continue to show off, and asked: "Stop talking about Mark Twain, what's next in the story? What happens next?"

"The next step is the modern part..."

Lin Chaoyang's tone was gentle and eloquent. When he finished telling the whole story, Li Tuo and Feng Jicai felt a sense of loss, and they couldn't help but let out a sigh.

After a while, Feng Jicai came out of the aftertaste of the story, with admiration in his eyes, "Chaoyang, you must write this story! This story is not only creative and novel, but also full of artistic appeal, which makes people moved.

.”

Li Tuo nodded and agreed: "Chaoyang's idea is indeed wonderful! It's hard to imagine that such a wonderful story was born around a meal.

After listening to the whole story, I feel that the metaphors about the Star Art Exhibition and the irony of some bad habits in the art world are not so important, because the rising sun has brought Van Gogh, an image that was originally very far away from us, closer.

In his stories, the art of fine art is no longer something lofty, but has a vitality that is close to people."

The two were deeply moved by the story narrated by Lin Chaoyang and expressed heartfelt praise.

"Chaoyang, let me make a small suggestion." Li Tuo said.

"You said."

“I think regarding this part of Van Gogh’s perspective, can we add psychological description and psychoanalysis of stream of consciousness?”

Lin Chaoyang nodded, "Of course. Van Gogh's mental state in the story is actually unstable, which coincides with the description technique of stream of consciousness and is consistent with the overall style of the story."

Li Tuo said with a smile: "Another masterpiece of stream-of-consciousness literature is about to be born in China!"

Lin Chaoyang waved his hands and said a few words of modesty.

After chatting for two or three hours, it was getting late, and Li Tuo and Feng Jicai stood up to say goodbye.

Lin Chaoyang sent the two of them out of the community, and Feng Jicai held his hand and said sincerely: "It's really a worthwhile trip to visit Chaoyang today. I not only tasted the exquisite skills of the owner of Xunweizhai, but also heard the unforgettable words about Van Gogh.

story, I hope to read the novel soon."

"Brother Jicai, you're welcome. Welcome to come often in the future."

Before Feng Jicai could speak, Li Tuo laughed and said: "I come here often, I must come often. 'Master of Xunweizhai', this is a good name. If you don't entertain people when they come in the future, you won't be able to justify it."

"It's okay to entertain guests, but you don't want to come and eat and drink."

"You are discriminating..."

In the night breeze, the three of them talked and laughed, and finally waved goodbye.
Chapter completed!