The next morning.
clear.
Lu Yuan, wrapped in celebrity gear, walked off the plane alone and headed towards the Central Art Museum next to Yenching University.
Lu Yuan searched on Baidu and found out that there was a unique Chinese and foreign art exhibition here today, and there would be a Porsche car show next door tomorrow.
What impression does the auto show give people?
Luxury cars everywhere, people coming and going, and lots of photographers...
What else?
In addition, there are a group of car models with good figures and pretty faces.
Car model?
right!
That’s right!
Lu Yuan had no other intentions, he just came to see the car models. His purpose was very simple and pure.
He wanted to prove whether his aesthetics were correct, so he held both art and car exhibitions...
Although it was a bit biased, Lu Yuan found that he seemed to find no other way.
Art exhibitions have always been places where high-class people go.
Lu Yuan has never been a high-class person.
Although he knew how to play the piano and guitar, he was completely clueless about painting, photography and the like.
He doesn't understand this stuff.
However, whether it is a photography exhibition or an art exhibition, they have one thing in common, that is, the human desire for beauty. Basically, people who can go to such places have a certain aesthetic view, and aesthetics is not a problem.
Lu Yuan doesn’t understand?
It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand. In short, places with a lot of people around them must be beautiful, and the public’s aesthetic sense is at least normal. If you think it is not beautiful, then it can basically be determined that there is something wrong with your aesthetic sense.
seem……
This method of proof is somewhat biased.
Even Lu Yuan felt it was a bit biased.
However, he couldn't find any other way to prove it, and he had never been to any art exhibitions before, so he might as well go there during this holiday...
The Central Art Gallery is bustling with people coming and going.
Lu Yuan looked at the girls outside the art gallery who were wearing cool clothes and felt that the weather seemed a little hot.
He was looking from the bottom up...
Um……
This figure is OK, that one is good...
When looking at her figure, Lu Yuan thought she was quite attractive, but when looking at her face, Lu Yuan suddenly found that this attraction was slowly disappearing.
He couldn't tell whether it was beautiful or not.
This feeling is similar to the last night when Lu Yuan spent several hours looking at college beauties, otaku goddesses, and internet celebrities...
These people made Lu Yuan very confused.
Are these people beautiful?
For some reason, Lu Yuan felt more and more frightened, and the more he looked, the more he felt that he was finished.
In Lu Yuan's eyes, these people looked exactly the same, and he didn't feel how beautiful they were at all.
Damn, is there something wrong with my sexual orientation?
Lu Yuan suddenly had such a shocking thought for no reason!
After Lu Yuan doubted himself, he opened many photos of male gods and flipped through the so-called "**" photos...
Then……
He was so disgusted by himself that he almost vomited.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
My sexual orientation is normal!
At least when he thought about something he shouldn't think about, he felt extremely disgusted and his whole body was filled with creeps.
At least he didn't have that problem.
If it's not homosexuality then it's easy to solve. At most it's just a problem with aesthetics.
So Lu Yuan told Wu Tingting that he was going to Yanjing. Wu Tingting originally wanted to go with Lu Yuan, but Lu Yuan said that there was no problem at all for him to go alone and refused to allow anyone to go with him.
Wu Tingting felt a little strange when she saw Lu Yuan's mysterious expression.
What is Mr. Lu doing in Yanjing?
Is it about business?
Wait! It seems that Mr. Lu’s game company has not moved to Yanjing yet. It seems that Mr. Lu has gone to the game company...
Of course, no matter how Wu Tingting thought about it, she could never imagine that Lu Yuan went to Yanjing to prove whether there was something wrong with him.
In fact, most of the time many people are very normal.
However, when a small incident that no one cared about happened and that person suddenly started to get suspicious, things started to feel more and more wrong.
Then……
This little thing keeps sprouting in your heart like a seed, making you feel more and more confused.
It's the same as being scared into becoming sick when you're not actually sick.
It’s a psychological cycle.
Lu Ergou, who has always been free and easy, has finally fallen into this psychological cycle of betraying his father.
So Lu Yuan had a nightmare that suddenly everyone in the world turned into the same face...
I couldn't sleep after waking up.
No matter what, he wanted to prove whether there was really something wrong with his aesthetic sense.
And the source of all these things is a pair of glasses.
Old-fashioned black-framed glasses.
Is there anything more ridiculous than this?
…
"Sir... please show me your ID..."
“Oh… here…”
"Ah, you are... Lu..."
"Hush."
"Oh, okay, sir, please follow me... This is the VIP area. By the way, do you want me to find a bodyguard to follow you..."
"No, don't do this. I want to be like an ordinary person. I don't want to attract attention."
“Oh, this…”
"What?"
"Can you sign an autograph for me? I like you very much..."
"I don't have any paper or pen..."
"I have it. Please wait here. Don't leave. Wait for me here, okay..."
"Well, okay..."
"Where should I sign this?"
"Sign my phone..."
"good."
"Wow... your calligraphy is really unique, exactly like what is said on the Internet, and it is worth collecting! Your artistic style is so strong... it has a postmodern rebellious revival style!"
"???"
Postmodern rebellious revival style?
Word Art?
Art style?
I am special.
Lu Yuan looked at the scribbled signature on the phone case very carefully, and then he began to doubt his life.
He really doesn't understand art, and he knows that he doesn't have much quality, but he doesn't think that his casual signature is art at all.
If it is really art, then wouldn’t all the beatings I received in elementary school be wasted?
But the long-legged ticket inspector was extremely excited. If it weren't for her job requirement that she couldn't talk too much, she would definitely praise Lu Yuan's calligraphy. And looking at her expression, she looked like she had obtained a treasure and wanted to treasure it well. She even didn't put a phone case on her phone...
Lu Yuan suddenly realized that it was a wrong decision for him to come to the art exhibition this time.
If everyone's aesthetic sense is the same as this girl's, then I would rather have the wrong aesthetic sense.
My handwriting is really just sloppy, it's not really art!
Lu Yuan shook his head speechlessly, but finally decided to walk into the art gallery.
The art gallery was very lively and seemed to be packed with people.
Lu Yuan originally thought that his outfit would be very different here. After all, he was wearing a mask, black-framed glasses and a hat, a standard celebrity three-piece suit. However, when he actually entered, he found that he was very ordinary.
Yes.
There were quite a few people dressed like him, and there were also many middle-aged men with messy hair and ferocious beards who looked very artistic...
Of course, there are also many people in suits.
"Next, we are going to appreciate Master Glenn's masterpiece, 'Distant Sunrise'. Master Glenn was a genius painter in the Middle Ages. His paintings are full of beauty and have a rebellious calmness. Look at this sunrise. There is a cloud above it, symbolizing the turmoil and hope of society at that time. At the same time..."
Lu Yuan followed the crowd into a venue, and then he saw a commentator with a microphone explaining the painting on the wall.
Lu Yuan looked up at the painting.
The painting was indeed very beautiful and Lu Yuan was attracted to it at first sight.
If I really have to evaluate Lu Yuan, I can only say four words!
"Fuck, that looks good!"
Then what?
No more...
With his level of appreciation for shit, all he can say is "Fuck".
but……
The narrator is indeed very strong.
After hearing what the host said, Lu Yuan, who didn't understand art, immediately thought that this painting was amazing...
The onlookers naturally praised the painting and expressed their own opinions on how beautiful it was...
Lu Yuan nodded.
It seems that I feel the same as everyone else. This painting is indeed very beautiful.
So, there should be nothing wrong with my aesthetic sense.
"The following painting is a representative of abstract painting. When we appreciate this painting, we cannot look at it with ordinary eyes. We need to use a deeper level of aesthetics. For example, when we look at this kind of line..."
Lu Yuan looked at another abstract painting on the wall...
He was at a loss.
No matter what the commentator said or how he commented, Lu Yuan was still confused.
I couldn't even utter the word "fuck".
This is art.
Yes!
This is art.
“Wow…this painting is really beautiful!”
"Yes, it's very artistic. Look at the lines and the triangular frame structure..."
"If you ask me, this painting is much more beautiful than the previous one..."
"right!"
“…”
Lu Yuan was completely disheveled in the wind.
His eyes widened, but he found that his aesthetic sense was still painful.
He turned around and looked at everyone's fascinated and admiring expressions, then he scratched his head.
He felt that he had come to the wrong place on this trip.
"Come on, follow me... There is another painting. Yes, you guessed it right. It is the painting of the famous painter, Mr. Shi Gang, "Wheat Field in Autumn"..." The commentator led everyone to another picture.
Everyone is still obsessed and amazed...
As for Lu Yuan, he was still standing there stupidly. The more he looked, the more he felt that he really did not have any artistic talent.
Then he sighed and shook his head.
Never mind. This doesn't prove my aesthetics. It can only prove that I have no artistic talent and am just an ordinary person...
Lu Yuan sighed.
"Now, after appreciating the painting, let's appreciate a photo. This photo is a photo of modern contradictions and conflicts, decadence and rebirth... At the same time, this painting also has a unique artistic signature... We have solemnly placed this photo in the main position of this exhibition..."
"Yes! You guessed it right. This is the work of world-renowned photographer Daniel and international piano artist Lu Yuan... "Man Smoking a Cigar"!"
“…”
The air suddenly became silent.
Lu Yuan, who was about to leave, looked up blankly.
Then he saw a photo.
"This photo is extremely beautiful, it is a candid photo. Last year, this photo won the first prize at the Venice International Photography Exhibition... The photo has a strong flavor, and at the same time, there is a postmodern style in it. Everything in it is contradictory, but this contradiction is very reasonable..."
"Some people are born with artistic temperament, no one can deny this, first of all, let's start with this cigar..."
“…”
"Also, I believe everyone is interested in this signature, right? Yes! This is Lu Yuan's autograph, a signature font recognized by major international photographers. I believe everyone knows this font... Yes, it is also one of the representatives of the postmodern rebellious style of fonts... In other words, he is a pioneer..."
“…”
Lu Yuan watched the commentator excitedly explaining this photo...
There were a lot of exclamations and praises all around...
His mind went blank.
Yes.
It's blank...
Then, when the host introduced his signature in a very profound sentence, his expression was extremely wonderful.
He still couldn't understand what the host said.
Yes!
What is wrong with this world?
Could it be that...
Am I really an artist?