Chapter 808 This Is Life

Wu Hai, who was talked about in Yuanzhou's shop, was surrounded by a group of little carrot heads, chattering.

"Uncle Mustache, are you good at drawing?"

"Uncle Mustache, look here, look here."

"My mother has prepared rice today and said that she would like to treat you to a box cake. The box cake made by my mother is delicious."

Wu Hai was surrounded by several four or five-year-old children. It could be seen from their words that these children were relatively close to Wu Hai. There was even a child who had the courage to pull Wu Hai's beard.

You must know that ever since that strange girl whom he didn't know said that he felt safe with Hu Hu, Wu Hai had been particularly concerned about Hu Hu, even though later this girl didn't come to Yuanzhou's shop for some unknown reason.

Zheng Jiawei asked for help, and it was said that they seemed to have moved, or something else. There were many diners in Yuanzhou's shop, and they might only meet once for various reasons.

Wu Hai himself found it quite strange, why would he, who never cared about appearance, attach so much importance to a stranger's evaluation.

"Okay, let's play for a while, I want to draw." Wu Hai chased away a group of children in disgust.

Children in the mountains are very wild, which can be seen from the mud on their clothes. When a group of children heard the sound, they ran to the side and began to draw. The brushes and drawing papers they used were all given by Wu Hai.

To be precise, Wu Hai called Zheng Jiawei and ran a few kilometers before taking a car to the town to buy it.

I don’t know why, maybe it’s a gene from ancient times. When they were children, they seemed to like painting and drawing, so this group of naughty children had a lot of fun playing.

Wu Hai saw a photo of a small mountain village in Qian Province among a photographer's photos. It was beautiful, really beautiful, and Wu Hai had the desire to write.

So I asked Zheng Jiawei to plan the itinerary. He originally planned to stay for a week. After all, leaving Yuanzhou's store was really painful.

However, now one week has passed, and another week has passed, and Wu Hai is still in the small mountain village. The reason is very complicated...

"Ah Hai, I bought the things you want to eat." Zheng Jiawei brought a bag with a dusty look.

"Why so slow?" Wu Hai said with disgust, and took the bag. Inside was half a bag of beef jerky and preserved fruits. Wu Hai relied on these two things for a living during his days in the small mountain village.

"The one o'clock minibus is a little late." Zheng Jiawei explained, and then asked: "Have you got inspiration again?"

"Perhaps, who knows, you won't know until you start writing." Wu Hai asked Zheng Jiawei to go aside. After all, he didn't like others to disturb him when he was painting.

In two weeks, Wu Hai has painted five paintings, which is usually more than half a year's work.

Zheng Jiawei was on the side, teaching the children in the mountain village to draw.

As Wu Hai's agent, Zheng Jiawei is still a bit knowledgeable. After all, Zheng Jiawei is professional in his appreciation ability. You must know that each of Wu Hai's paintings is priced by him according to the market.

Otherwise Jiang Changxi and Ling Hong both agree that Zheng Jiawei is an extremely outstanding agent.

"Ah Hai is a smart person. He obviously wanted the children in the mountain village to get involved in painting, so he asked me to buy the painting supplies, but he had to say it was to let the naughty children play with themselves without disturbing them." Zheng Jiawei's eyes stayed on Wu Hai muttered in a very small voice on the painting he was painting.

The small mountain village is really beautiful. In Wu Hai's paintings, there are green trees, beautiful mountains and clear waters, and in the distance there are people herding sheep on the small hills.

There must be farmland in the mountains. The location of this small mountain village is not bad. The land is quite fertile, forming a small-scale terraced field. As small as the curve of a conch, as large as the eaves of an attic, they are layered on top of each other, at random heights.

At this time, there were old men farming in the fields.

This small mountain village used to be a big village, but due to underdeveloped transportation, all the able-bodied laborers have gone out to work, and there are mostly left-behind children in the village.

So to see the beautiful scenery of the terraced fields, you only need to look at the upper half of the mountain, while the lower part is already deserted.

Wu Hai was deeply touched by the scene, so he kept the same posture and started painting for three hours.

At this time, the children nearby had already gone home, finished eating, and came back to play. Zheng Jiawei also went to the home where Wu Hai was invited to dinner, explained the situation seriously, and brought several boxes of cakes.

Wu Hai collapsed to the side from exhaustion, and the painting was completed in one go.

Zheng Jiawei came over, originally planning to give Wu Hai some warm water, but when his eyes came into contact with the painting he had just created, he was stunned.

What a nice view.

This was Zheng Jiawei's first impression when he saw Wu Hai's paintings. The excerpt was of the small terraced fields, the beautiful blue sky, straight lines and curves, like the green waves caused by the wind blowing through the grass.

Looking more closely, it is even more beautiful, but not the beauty of the scenery, but the beauty of the old man working in the fields, wearing simple light-colored clothes. In the fields, the sound of spring water flowing from the mountain can be heard.

The beauty of hard work.

Zheng Jiawei has been Wuhai's agent for some time. During this period, he has participated in many art exhibitions and even seen many legendary and famous paintings. However, it is really rare to see anything as beautiful as this painting.

"What's the name of this painting?" Zheng Jiawei even forgot to hand over the water and directly asked the name.

"This is life." Wu Hai replied weakly, leaning on the root of the tree.

This is life. It’s a very strange name. Does it mean that living in this beautiful environment is the best choice?

According to Zheng Jiawei's understanding of Wu Hai, it is absolutely impossible. Wu Hai prefers delicious food to beautiful scenery, unless he can also tie Yuan Zhou over, so this name should have a deep meaning.

Zheng Jiawei looked at the painting carefully, and suddenly he discovered something. It was like electricity passed through his body.

"It's not hard work, it's hard work." Zheng Jiawei said.

In most paintings, farmers are always working hard in the fields under beautiful scenery. Although there is only one word difference between "hard work" and "hard work", they represent completely different meanings.

Look carefully, the farmers in Wu Hai's painting are really working hard. Wu Hai's details are well handled. His hair is messy like withered grass, his expression is dull, as if he is carrying a thousand mountains on his back, and his clothes are simple and monochromatic, that is, Cheap and old, if you just look at this old man, you will definitely think of "who knows that every meal on the plate is hard work."

The completely opposite artistic conceptions of old farmers working hard in a beautiful environment are perfectly combined by Wu Hai, so much so that if you don't look carefully, you can't really tell.

What is life? No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it cannot be used as food. This is life. Beautiful scenery is not as good as a season's harvest for tourists and people in small mountain villages.

"A hymn to nature and a requiem for people in mountain villages." Zheng Jiawei sighed, and then commented: ""This Is Life" is the best painting Ah Hai has ever painted in a small mountain village."

"Oh no... to be precise, it is one of the best paintings you have painted in Ah Hai for more than 20 years." From Zheng Jiawei's professional perspective, the price of this painting should not be lower than " "Small Shop Traffic Picture", you must know that a rich man sold that picture, setting a record price in the domestic modern painting world.

However, the "Small Shop Traffic Map" was placed in Yuanzhou's shop.