Chapter 149 You Need Me
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Ming Hua
Su Hua watched for a whole morning.
Standing there motionless, completely oblivious.
Because the museum does not allow photography, and no high-definition large pictures can be found on the Internet, you must use your brain to remember.
There are too many details, and it takes a lot of brain cells.
Sister Liu was by her side, she was just wondering, isn't it just a painting?
After watching for so long, I don't feel tired.
Anyway, she looked anxious and couldn't see what was so good about this painting. She just felt that the mountain was huge and strong, and it was much more stylish than the mountain in her hometown.
Apart from these, nothing else.
However, Su Hua watched with relish and was fascinated.
How long did she stand in front of Fan Kuan's "Journey to Mountains and Streams".
Gu Jinyao watched her silently for a long time from a distance.
Indescribable tenderness in his eyes.
Just looking at her from a distance like this made him very content.
The museum on Wednesday was very quiet, empty and lonely, high and distant, full of a sense of history and loneliness, but he was not alone at all, because Su Hua was there.
He was very peaceful in his heart, no matter what she was doing or thinking, it felt so good to be with her quietly.
Even at a far distance.
Even if she didn't know he was looking at her.
Even if she doesn't even recognize who he is.
Su Hua wrote down the picture and all the details, and then she turned to leave.
The moment she turned around, Gu Jinyao took the lead, dodged behind the wall, avoiding her sight.
Sister Liu raised her foot to catch up with Su Hua.
Four bodyguards also followed behind her, separated by a distance of three meters.
It can protect her safety without making her feel uncomfortable.
Gu Jinyao stretched his long legs to keep up, protecting him from a long distance.
After exiting the gate of the museum, a few people walked to the side of the road.
Take a taxi to the hotel.
Several people just waited for a few minutes, and suddenly a motorcycle jumped out of the slanting thorn!
The person sitting in the back seat reached out and grabbed Su Hua's bag!
Flashlight!
Gu Jinyao ran at the speed of an arrow!
With a click, the arm of the man who grabbed the bag was broken!
The man was holding the broken arm and screaming in pain!
By the time the bodyguards reacted, the motorcycle had fled in a hurry!
All this happened so suddenly, Su Hua's heart was pounding.
If there is no chest to block it, I am afraid it will jump out.
She held on to her throbbing chest, and it took her a long time to recover.
Gu Jinyao quickly grabbed her arm and asked, "Are you not injured?"
Su Hua shook her head, "It's okay."
The bodyguards quickly gathered around and asked, "Miss Su, are you alright?"
Su Hua said, "It's okay, you should call the police."
Gu Jinyao said: "A pair of bikers, seeing your special temperament, thought you would have valuables in your bag and want to make quick money. We are outsiders, so it would be a bit troublesome to call the police."
Su Hua did not expect that there would also be a speeding party here.
She also had bodyguards, so they dared to openly rob.
The courage is really big enough.
But the bag was not stolen, and she was afraid of trouble, so she said, "That's it."
After she finished speaking, she realized that her arm was still in Gu Jinyao's hand.
Gu Jinyao also noticed his gaffe, and hurriedly let go of her, saying, "I'm sorry."
Su Hua calmed down, "Thank you."
Gu Jinyao was afraid that she would have to repay her favor again, so he hurriedly said: "Don't thank me, I see injustice, I should draw a knife to help. I will save anyone else."
Su Hua guessed his thoughts and smiled, "Why did you come to Baodao?"
Gu Jinyao smiled lightly, "I came here to see a client. I happened to pass the museum and went in to take a look. The treasure island museum has a very rich collection. If you don't see it, you will regret it."
Su Hua believed.
She felt that Gu Jinyao was a very down-to-earth and reliable person.
She believed everything he said.
Gu Jinyao asked, "What about you? What are you doing here?"
Su Hua said truthfully: "Look at Fan Kuan's "Journey to Mountains and Streams""
Gu Jinyao, who is engaged in the antique auction industry, is no stranger to this, and praised: ""Traveling in the Streams and Mountains" is the first painting in the Song Dynasty."
Su Hua sincerely sighed: "Indeed, seeing a hundred things is better than seeing them once. The composition of the painting is very rigorous, the picture is plump and wide, the momentum is compelling, and the mountains look up, which is breathtaking."
"Indeed, you flew here just to see it?"
"I was asked to copy it."
Gu Jinyao raised his eyebrows slightly, "Is it difficult?"
"Yes, after all, it is the pinnacle of Fan Kuan's work. For thousands of years, no one can surpass it, but I want to try it."
Gu Jinyao smiled, looking at her tenderly, with an encouraging tone, "You can definitely do it."
"Thank you."
Seeing that the two of them were talking endlessly, Sister Liu stared at Gu Jinyao vigilantly, as if facing a great enemy.
After thinking about it, she raised the water glass in her hand and handed it to Su Hua, "Young madam, please drink water."
Su Hua was slightly startled.
After she divorced Gu Beixian, she asked her to call herself Miss Su.
She used to call her that all the time, why did she suddenly change her words today?
Su Hua didn't think much, took the cup, took a sip and returned it to Mrs. Liu.
Gu Jinyao asked, "Are you going back to the hotel? Has the hotel been booked in advance?"
Su Hua was about to speak.
Sister Liu picked up the fan and interjected, "Young madam, are you hot? I'll fan you."
Unable to say, she snapped open the folding fan in her hand, and fanned Su Hua with a whimper, causing her long hair to fly all over the place.
Su Hua raised her hand and pressed her hair, and smiled helplessly, "Sister Liu, I'm not hot."
Sister Liu was serious, "No, you are hot."
Su Hua had no choice but to let her fan.
Being interrupted by her like this, Su Hua and Gu Jinyao were speechless.
After a while of silence, an empty car drove by in the distance.
The bodyguard hurriedly reached out to stop him.
Su Hua and Gu Jinyao gave in modestly, then bent down and got into the car.
Back to the hotel.
After having lunch with Mrs. Liu and the others, and taking a short rest, Su Hua began to copy the "Traveling Map of Streams and Mountains".
No, this is no longer called copying.
Copying is looking at a painting and painting.
Su Hua is called silent painting.
Because ancient rice paper is expensive, she practiced on ordinary rice paper first.
Few of Fan Kuan's paintings have survived, especially "Traveling in Streams and Mountains", which has been treasured in the Treasure Island Museum. This is the first time that Su Hua has painted.
To draw the spiritual outlook and spirit of mountains, one must fully integrate oneself into the mountains and rivers, comprehend the spirit, and observe the unity of nature, oneself, and heaven and man.
Only in this way can the true spirit of the mountain be naturally revealed in the writing.
After Mrs. Liu finished grinding the ink, she left.
Su Hua sat in front of the painting, closed her eyes, and replayed the composition and outline of the entire painting "Journey to Mountains and Streams" in her mind.
After a long time, she picked up the brush and began to splash ink on the rice paper.
First, with vigorous and stern brushwork, outline the steep and sharp edges of the rocks.
Then repeatedly use the strong and strong sesame chap to shape the back pattern and texture of the rock mass.
When scribbling the outline and inner side, leave a little space along the edge to express the concave and convex feeling of the mountain shape.
It is necessary to draw the northern mountains and rocks, as indestructible as iron and steel.
At midnight, Su Hua was tired and put down her pen.
On the rice paper, the main mountain range is majestic, majestic and solemn.
It is hard to imagine that this mountain range came from the hands of a beautiful and graceful young woman.
Outsiders will be amazed by the painting of mountains to this extent, but Su Hua is not satisfied.
Because looking at the mountains in the pen, she didn't have the urge to cry.
In other words, she only drew the bones of the mountain, but not the soul of the mountain.
As the so-called "painting mountains and bones, painting souls".
It seems that I have to go to the museum tomorrow to continue to participate and continue to understand.
Su Hua went to the bathroom to wash her hands, and called for supper.
After eating, she took a shower and lay down on the bed.
Because painting was too physically and mentally consuming, she fell asleep after a while.
After falling asleep, she had a dream.
I dreamed of a baby wearing a red apron, with a pink and jade-like appearance, a pair of big watery eyes, long eyelashes, and a small round face, so cute that I wanted to cry.
With bare feet, he crawled up and down the dark-colored mountains.
Suddenly, the baby reached out to her, grinned, and called out in a milky voice, "Mom."
Su Hua's heart was melted.
She responded with a smile and reached out to hug him.
Just when her hand was about to touch the baby's arm, the elf-like cute baby disappeared out of thin air.
Su Hua's heart was broken.
Heartbreaking loss.
She opened her eyes abruptly, looking at the empty ceiling, cold tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.
It turned out to be a nightmare.
Since the fetus in the car accident died, she has had this nightmare from time to time.
When you wake up, it's hard to fall asleep again.
Su Hua lifted the quilt and got out of bed, walked to the window, opened the curtains, and looked out.
There are thousands of lights and lively outside, but her heart is very empty, empty, floating in the air.
She thought she was strong enough, but the midnight dream betrayed her true emotions.
Unexpectedly, the fetus, who was only more than two months old, would leave such a big scar on her.
Su Hua clasped her arms tightly and closed her eyes slowly.
At this moment, she felt very vulnerable and lonely, like a boat in the wind and rain, looking for a warm harbor to lean on.
I don't know how long it took, and suddenly there was a rapid doorbell on the door.
Sounds a little creepy on a quiet late night.
Su Hua vigilantly walked to the door, held her breath, and asked, "Who?"
"it's me."
From outside came a magnetic bass.
Very familiar, it is Gu Beixian.
After a short accident, surprise flooded her heart, and Su Wei hurriedly opened the door.
The tall and handsome man pushed her into his arms.
There was a dusty smell on his clothes.
Pressing her thin back, he whispered, "I know you need me, so I'm here."
Standing there motionless, completely oblivious.
Because the museum does not allow photography, and no high-definition large pictures can be found on the Internet, you must use your brain to remember.
There are too many details, and it takes a lot of brain cells.
Sister Liu was by her side, she was just wondering, isn't it just a painting?
After watching for so long, I don't feel tired.
Anyway, she looked anxious and couldn't see what was so good about this painting. She just felt that the mountain was huge and strong, and it was much more stylish than the mountain in her hometown.
Apart from these, nothing else.
However, Su Hua watched with relish and was fascinated.
How long did she stand in front of Fan Kuan's "Journey to Mountains and Streams".
Gu Jinyao watched her silently for a long time from a distance.
Indescribable tenderness in his eyes.
Just looking at her from a distance like this made him very content.
The museum on Wednesday was very quiet, empty and lonely, high and distant, full of a sense of history and loneliness, but he was not alone at all, because Su Hua was there.
He was very peaceful in his heart, no matter what she was doing or thinking, it felt so good to be with her quietly.
Even at a far distance.
Even if she didn't know he was looking at her.
Even if she doesn't even recognize who he is.
Su Hua wrote down the picture and all the details, and then she turned to leave.
The moment she turned around, Gu Jinyao took the lead, dodged behind the wall, avoiding her sight.
Sister Liu raised her foot to catch up with Su Hua.
Four bodyguards also followed behind her, separated by a distance of three meters.
It can protect her safety without making her feel uncomfortable.
Gu Jinyao stretched his long legs to keep up, protecting him from a long distance.
After exiting the gate of the museum, a few people walked to the side of the road.
Take a taxi to the hotel.
Several people just waited for a few minutes, and suddenly a motorcycle jumped out of the slanting thorn!
The person sitting in the back seat reached out and grabbed Su Hua's bag!
Flashlight!
Gu Jinyao ran at the speed of an arrow!
With a click, the arm of the man who grabbed the bag was broken!
The man was holding the broken arm and screaming in pain!
By the time the bodyguards reacted, the motorcycle had fled in a hurry!
All this happened so suddenly, Su Hua's heart was pounding.
If there is no chest to block it, I am afraid it will jump out.
She held on to her throbbing chest, and it took her a long time to recover.
Gu Jinyao quickly grabbed her arm and asked, "Are you not injured?"
Su Hua shook her head, "It's okay."
The bodyguards quickly gathered around and asked, "Miss Su, are you alright?"
Su Hua said, "It's okay, you should call the police."
Gu Jinyao said: "A pair of bikers, seeing your special temperament, thought you would have valuables in your bag and want to make quick money. We are outsiders, so it would be a bit troublesome to call the police."
Su Hua did not expect that there would also be a speeding party here.
She also had bodyguards, so they dared to openly rob.
The courage is really big enough.
But the bag was not stolen, and she was afraid of trouble, so she said, "That's it."
After she finished speaking, she realized that her arm was still in Gu Jinyao's hand.
Gu Jinyao also noticed his gaffe, and hurriedly let go of her, saying, "I'm sorry."
Su Hua calmed down, "Thank you."
Gu Jinyao was afraid that she would have to repay her favor again, so he hurriedly said: "Don't thank me, I see injustice, I should draw a knife to help. I will save anyone else."
Su Hua guessed his thoughts and smiled, "Why did you come to Baodao?"
Gu Jinyao smiled lightly, "I came here to see a client. I happened to pass the museum and went in to take a look. The treasure island museum has a very rich collection. If you don't see it, you will regret it."
Su Hua believed.
She felt that Gu Jinyao was a very down-to-earth and reliable person.
She believed everything he said.
Gu Jinyao asked, "What about you? What are you doing here?"
Su Hua said truthfully: "Look at Fan Kuan's "Journey to Mountains and Streams""
Gu Jinyao, who is engaged in the antique auction industry, is no stranger to this, and praised: ""Traveling in the Streams and Mountains" is the first painting in the Song Dynasty."
Su Hua sincerely sighed: "Indeed, seeing a hundred things is better than seeing them once. The composition of the painting is very rigorous, the picture is plump and wide, the momentum is compelling, and the mountains look up, which is breathtaking."
"Indeed, you flew here just to see it?"
"I was asked to copy it."
Gu Jinyao raised his eyebrows slightly, "Is it difficult?"
"Yes, after all, it is the pinnacle of Fan Kuan's work. For thousands of years, no one can surpass it, but I want to try it."
Gu Jinyao smiled, looking at her tenderly, with an encouraging tone, "You can definitely do it."
"Thank you."
Seeing that the two of them were talking endlessly, Sister Liu stared at Gu Jinyao vigilantly, as if facing a great enemy.
After thinking about it, she raised the water glass in her hand and handed it to Su Hua, "Young madam, please drink water."
Su Hua was slightly startled.
After she divorced Gu Beixian, she asked her to call herself Miss Su.
She used to call her that all the time, why did she suddenly change her words today?
Su Hua didn't think much, took the cup, took a sip and returned it to Mrs. Liu.
Gu Jinyao asked, "Are you going back to the hotel? Has the hotel been booked in advance?"
Su Hua was about to speak.
Sister Liu picked up the fan and interjected, "Young madam, are you hot? I'll fan you."
Unable to say, she snapped open the folding fan in her hand, and fanned Su Hua with a whimper, causing her long hair to fly all over the place.
Su Hua raised her hand and pressed her hair, and smiled helplessly, "Sister Liu, I'm not hot."
Sister Liu was serious, "No, you are hot."
Su Hua had no choice but to let her fan.
Being interrupted by her like this, Su Hua and Gu Jinyao were speechless.
After a while of silence, an empty car drove by in the distance.
The bodyguard hurriedly reached out to stop him.
Su Hua and Gu Jinyao gave in modestly, then bent down and got into the car.
Back to the hotel.
After having lunch with Mrs. Liu and the others, and taking a short rest, Su Hua began to copy the "Traveling Map of Streams and Mountains".
No, this is no longer called copying.
Copying is looking at a painting and painting.
Su Hua is called silent painting.
Because ancient rice paper is expensive, she practiced on ordinary rice paper first.
Few of Fan Kuan's paintings have survived, especially "Traveling in Streams and Mountains", which has been treasured in the Treasure Island Museum. This is the first time that Su Hua has painted.
To draw the spiritual outlook and spirit of mountains, one must fully integrate oneself into the mountains and rivers, comprehend the spirit, and observe the unity of nature, oneself, and heaven and man.
Only in this way can the true spirit of the mountain be naturally revealed in the writing.
After Mrs. Liu finished grinding the ink, she left.
Su Hua sat in front of the painting, closed her eyes, and replayed the composition and outline of the entire painting "Journey to Mountains and Streams" in her mind.
After a long time, she picked up the brush and began to splash ink on the rice paper.
First, with vigorous and stern brushwork, outline the steep and sharp edges of the rocks.
Then repeatedly use the strong and strong sesame chap to shape the back pattern and texture of the rock mass.
When scribbling the outline and inner side, leave a little space along the edge to express the concave and convex feeling of the mountain shape.
It is necessary to draw the northern mountains and rocks, as indestructible as iron and steel.
At midnight, Su Hua was tired and put down her pen.
On the rice paper, the main mountain range is majestic, majestic and solemn.
It is hard to imagine that this mountain range came from the hands of a beautiful and graceful young woman.
Outsiders will be amazed by the painting of mountains to this extent, but Su Hua is not satisfied.
Because looking at the mountains in the pen, she didn't have the urge to cry.
In other words, she only drew the bones of the mountain, but not the soul of the mountain.
As the so-called "painting mountains and bones, painting souls".
It seems that I have to go to the museum tomorrow to continue to participate and continue to understand.
Su Hua went to the bathroom to wash her hands, and called for supper.
After eating, she took a shower and lay down on the bed.
Because painting was too physically and mentally consuming, she fell asleep after a while.
After falling asleep, she had a dream.
I dreamed of a baby wearing a red apron, with a pink and jade-like appearance, a pair of big watery eyes, long eyelashes, and a small round face, so cute that I wanted to cry.
With bare feet, he crawled up and down the dark-colored mountains.
Suddenly, the baby reached out to her, grinned, and called out in a milky voice, "Mom."
Su Hua's heart was melted.
She responded with a smile and reached out to hug him.
Just when her hand was about to touch the baby's arm, the elf-like cute baby disappeared out of thin air.
Su Hua's heart was broken.
Heartbreaking loss.
She opened her eyes abruptly, looking at the empty ceiling, cold tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.
It turned out to be a nightmare.
Since the fetus in the car accident died, she has had this nightmare from time to time.
When you wake up, it's hard to fall asleep again.
Su Hua lifted the quilt and got out of bed, walked to the window, opened the curtains, and looked out.
There are thousands of lights and lively outside, but her heart is very empty, empty, floating in the air.
She thought she was strong enough, but the midnight dream betrayed her true emotions.
Unexpectedly, the fetus, who was only more than two months old, would leave such a big scar on her.
Su Hua clasped her arms tightly and closed her eyes slowly.
At this moment, she felt very vulnerable and lonely, like a boat in the wind and rain, looking for a warm harbor to lean on.
I don't know how long it took, and suddenly there was a rapid doorbell on the door.
Sounds a little creepy on a quiet late night.
Su Hua vigilantly walked to the door, held her breath, and asked, "Who?"
"it's me."
From outside came a magnetic bass.
Very familiar, it is Gu Beixian.
After a short accident, surprise flooded her heart, and Su Wei hurriedly opened the door.
The tall and handsome man pushed her into his arms.
There was a dusty smell on his clothes.
Pressing her thin back, he whispered, "I know you need me, so I'm here."
