My thirtieth birthday was on a Friday and I was alone as usual. Lao He understood my habits, sent a WeChat blessing at midnight, and did not invite me to celebrate.My dad called me, and as for my mom, I'm not sure if she can remember having a child like me first, and then go further and remember the exact date of the birth. In the afternoon, I stayed in the art museum to tidy up the attic. Before the museum was about to close, a guide sent me a WeChat message, asking if I could leave half an hour earlier. "On the first anniversary, my boyfriend came early and has been waiting for me for a long time."

How could I not promise her, I am human after all. The business in the evening is not busy, and there are only a few visitors on the second floor.A few months ago, Air China’s in-flight magazine included our art museum as one of the “Ten Unknown Island City Memories”. The museum was really lively for a while. Anyway, the ticket price is not expensive. Church, turn directly to this old villa, take nine pictures and post on Weibo and leave. I also took the opportunity to turn a part of the first floor together with the front yard into a cafe. I chose a variety of tables and chairs that look good and are not easy to sit on. They are very suitable for taking pictures, and they are only suitable for taking pictures. One word, "Get out after buying."

Although the in-flight magazine was updated with new content later, Lao He later introduced me to some local newspaper supplement editors and new media public account operators... Intermittently promoting with empty gloves and white wolves, it was finally regarded as the publicity of the Minor Art Museum. The title was punched out. The Minmin Art Museum means that we can’t hang the works of famous artists in the industry here, and my assistant spends most of his time making up personal profiles, "back stories" and PS black and white artist photos for the grotesque exhibitors.The oldest participating painter is 80, and the youngest is 5 years old. They are the mother of Director X of the Quality Supervision Bureau that Lao He has always admired, and the grandson of the boss of a large state-owned enterprise that Lao He has recently fallen in love with.I don't think there's anything wrong with this. Heroes don't ask where they come from.

What's more, the curator himself is illiterate. I am keen to use domestic coffee beans to pretend to be imported from Italy. Fruit tea only uses a spoonful of jam mixed with hot water and dares to sell it for 48 to make ill-gotten gains. The distance from art is about as far as a galaxy. . A galaxy might say less. But this does not prevent me from giving myself a random stage name today, and hanging my own "works" all over the wall.In order to create a false popularity of the museum, I don't remember how many false names I have given myself. A man with glasses with a general face slowly swayed to my side, looked at the painting on the wall, nodded frequently as if admiring it, and made a sound of approval in his mouth.In fact, almost half an hour ago, he recognized me from the stand of the promotional poster as the pretending "painter Hua Diao" in the photo. Now he probably wants to pretend to be my destined Zhong Ziqi by expressing his affirmation of my paintings.Although I have been leaning against the wall in a daze, I am not blind.

He was still humming like he was constipated, I had already rolled my eyes and turned and went downstairs.The petite Xiaoye at the front desk was sitting on the high stool at the door, dangling her legs and looking out the window, probably waiting for her boyfriend. "Sister Man! Sister Man!" She immediately jumped off the stool and waved to me, while she ran to the side of the small bar and took out a business card from the round fish tank on the counter, "Look!" The snobbish act of setting up a vat at the door to collect business cards from customers should have been the idea of ​​a person like Lao He, but in fact it was my own idea, and she thought I was enlightened at one point.

I don't know why I did this, I acted like I was waiting for someone.This may be the most artistic thing in the entire museum. I took the black business card and saw the name on it, "Teng Zhen". "I watched "Slam Dunk" when I was young, and I liked Kenji Fujima the most. I didn't expect you to take my preferences seriously. I shouldn't have been planning to fire you." I patted her on the shoulder and said. "It's handsome." The girl at the front desk whispered. "Aren't you from 1994, how old were you then?" "I mean this, this!" The little girl was anxious, and shouted angrily. The manicure she just made lightly tapped the word "Teng Zhen" on the paper, "This! So handsome!"

"Then I'll go and see." I was amused by her. Putting on the headset while going upstairs, I called Lao He: "It's nothing to find you, you are busy with your work. Xiaoye told me that a handsome guy just came to the restaurant. I didn't pay attention, and planned to take a stroll around to find Find it, it's more natural to talk on the phone." "I fucking know." There was a beeping sound of the printer jamming alarm from her side. The two of us chatted one after another, and Lao He put his phone aside when he got busy, and said a few words to me when he was free.Suddenly, many new WeChat messages popped up on the phone, exploding on the screen one after another like fireworks.

I don’t know who pulled me into a newly created group. It seems to be the first high school I’ve ever attended. A female classmate was holding a child’s full moon ceremony. The enthusiastic group owner sent a lot of “live reports”. Strange babies In the middle of the high-definition close-up, there may be a few group photos of old classmates, which filled my information list in a flash.I hesitated for a while, but I still didn't have the nerve to quit directly, but just blocked it. I studied in that school for two years in high school. Before the third year of high school, my family moved to another coastal city, and I lost contact with these classmates long ago.Returning to the city last year, I didn't try to pick up those connections either.

Exactly, I don't remember almost any of them. In the group photo, the male student is wearing a jacket with a blessing on his hair, and the female student is holding a baby and smiling happily. They are as strange as passers-by on the street. Their faces are full of the kind of smooth happiness that I can imagine and understand when people reach middle age. . The art museum is halfway up the mountain, beyond the shadow of the trees, there happens to be a whole window facing the brightly lit business district.Sometimes I am here alone in a daze at night, turn off the lights, and walk towards the window, as if I can walk all the way into the deepest part of luxury.

Nervously, I flipped through the group photos of these strangers, and gently pressed my forehead against the cool glass.Only then did I realize that there was a very small mole on the inside of my wrist. People are really strange.Sometimes I feel old enough to know enough to see where my limits lie.The limit of longevity, the limit of talent, the limit of energy, the limit of wisdom... Know that the world is not benevolent, do not reject hope, but no longer blindly encourage yourself, everything will be fine.But the body is still growing stubbornly, telling you in an orderly manner according to the plan written by genes that it is not over yet.

For example, a mole that only grows at the age of thirty. "It won't be the end of it. You'll live to be thirty... at least thirty?" "Thirty is too old, isn't it?" "You're old, you have the guts to die when you're over thirty!" Suddenly some voices came to mind.Like a whale leaping out of the water, across the sky, and plummeting back into the darkness.And I'm just a drowning passerby trying in vain to hold its tail. Maybe it was because I recalled it too hard, and a severe headache hit me. I slid on the ground leaning on the glass, and pressed my temple hard. "Are you all right? Hello? Hello?" I didn't realize it, but it was Lao He in the earphone who heard it first, and reminded me loudly, Zhang Xiaoman, you are fucking dead, aren't you! The sound made me look up in shock, and from the glass reflection in front of me, I saw the man standing behind me. "Are you okay?" He smiled and asked again. I can't tell why, but I'm pretty sure that he is Teng Zhen. Later, Lao He asked me, what was it like when I saw Teng Zhen for the first time? I said, I heard God say to me, happy birthday. "What's wrong with you? Need help?" I sat by the window and looked up at Teng Zhen.The light streamed down from his head, blinding my eyes as expected. "Need," I nodded subconsciously, "I need a present for my birthday." "Huh?" Teng Zhen took off the earphones, a little in disbelief, "What?" Zhang Xiaoman, are you an idiot? ! "No, no, nothing." I finally came back to my senses, got up from the ground, and waved my hands again and again, forgetting the pain in my head, "I didn't say anything." I quickly cut off Lao He's overwhelming laughter on the other side of the headset, turned my back to him, and stiffly began to admire the paintings on the wall. It happened to be this one.It occupies a small half of the wall, it is pitch black, very black, there is nothing but black. It’s okay if it’s someone else, you can pretend to be confused, and study the concept and expression of this work carefully.But I know what this is all too well—Ms. "Painter Huadiao" saw it in the cartoon "Smart Yixiu" when she was a child. Yixiu, who can't draw a fart, was forced to compete with a great painter. It is required to paint vividly, so that everyone present will be convinced. So he drew such a thing, painted it all black, then turned around, and announced wittily and shamelessly: What I drew is a crow flying at night. Of course, this work by Ms. "Painter Hua Diao" is not called "Night Crow", but "Night Sea".Because the last time she turned into "Painter B52", she had already painted "Night Crow". I stared at the painting for a while to calm down. I guessed that he had already left, so I turned around and prepared to leave. Unexpectedly, when I turned around, he was also staring at the painting with great interest.When he met my eyes, he smiled and didn't ask me if I was all right. "This painting is very interesting." He took the initiative to speak. I froze, blushing unconsciously. "I think the author should have been a fan of Yixiu when he was a child." He continued. I turn around and leave. Of course not because of anger.It's too late for me to be happy. He said that the author should be a fan of Ikkyu.How interesting he is. Handsome guys come out of the blade, and handsome guys are shaped by hyaluronic acid. Handsome boys are not rare these days, but smart and interesting boys are rare. How well he understands me, how much he understands art! I automatically ignored the bespectacled man who appreciated my work very much. Ever since I saw him for the first time and heard him say a few words, my heart almost jumped out along the esophagus, and I wished I could jump in front of him first while braving the heat. Probably love at first sight.It was love at first sight. I sat in the attic and smirked for a while, got my mood together, and planned to get to know him as a "painter Huadiao".When I went downstairs, I found that the third and second floors were empty. Closing time has passed. Zhang Xiaoman, has your brain been eaten by a dog? ! I ran to the first floor, and was about to ask Xiaoye for the business card, but Xiaoye greeted me by herself holding the business card. "He talked to me!" Xiaoye's eyes lit up with excitement, "He wants to buy paintings!" Most of the works in our gallery are available for sale.As for the civilian art museum, it would be nice if someone bought it for the face, and which author would not be willing to sell it. But today the walls are almost all my works.I suppressed the waves in my heart in front of Xiaoye, and asked lightly: "Oh? Which one?" Xiaoye handed me a piece of paper with a work number copied on it.I went back upstairs and started comparing them one by one, and finally found it in the corner of the third floor. good, very good.He picked the only painting by someone else in the audience. "Have you told him that today's painter is the curator?" "No, not this time," Xiaoye said excitedly, "Didn't you let me tell you?" You fucking remembered it this time, didn't you mean it on purpose? !I sighed and thought about another possibility in my heart—even the man with glasses could tell that I was the artist exhibited in this exhibition, and he must have seen it too. Buying a work by someone else on purpose is playing hard to get. Yes he definitely likes me. Xiaoye stared at my uncertain face with concern: "Sister Man, are you okay? I think he was right to pick this one, which shows that he has good taste. After all, you are just drawing blindly..." "You also have a boyfriend," I patted her on the shoulder earnestly, "You must behave like a woman." After Xiaoye got off work, I also gave up on tidying up the attic and went to the gym for a private lesson. Probably because I wanted to control my desperate desire to contact him, I told the coach that I wanted to sweat a lot today, and the coach said honestly, leave it to me!Then let me do ball planks to dehydrate.The exercise did calm me down a bit, but at about nine o'clock, I went back to the art gallery. I looked at the painting he selected carefully, and I was a little confused.It was just a simple acrylic painting of the bust of a short-haired girl in a blouse, squinting at someone.The technique... is about the level of a college student in fine arts. These are the paintings I sorted out from the attic. I have sold three or five of them intermittently, and the prices are not high. There are still many paintings that I can’t see at all, because they were not well preserved in the past, and the format was dirty.I'm not sure who their authors are, I can only write "Anonymous" honestly. Paintings of this level are exhibited, which shows how vicious our art museum is. Buying paintings of this level shows one more thing. He must be deliberately pissing people off. I happily took the painting down, put it in the painting tube, and decided to send him a text message now. I lied that I had just gotten off work and drove to the tavern where he was. We are also considered a new tourist city here. Since about ten years ago, various bluffing bars specializing in tourists have sprung up like mushrooms.Of course, this is what Lao He said.I haven't been back ten years ago. It's rare that he is in a tavern with a bit of style. I know the owner, yes, as long as the owner I know is considered a style.Old man Gao is an uncle who loves handcrafted beer. He used to go all over the world for his love. Later, he was kicked out of the country by his German wife. He returned to his hometown and opened such a tavern. Teng Zhen was sitting at the door with a glass of iced soda water on the table, but he didn't drink.So I also ordered a glass of ice water, sat down very quietly, and handed him a business card in a businesslike manner: Zhong Man, founder of Huai Cai Mu Art Museum. Zhong Man is the name that Lao He suggested to me. In life, if you show your face in public, you will always cause trouble. It is always good to have more barriers.Of course she slightly overestimated my popularity as an artist. Staring at the business card, Teng Zhen laughed out loud, but didn't say anything.It made me like him even more. Many people will ask, why is it called Huai Cai Bu Yu Art Museum? It disassembles to the point of embarrassment. He is really nice. Zhang Xiaoman, you are no longer rational, so calm down. I took a sip of ice water and handed him the painting tube: "The painting you want." "You didn't put a price on it. How much?" "I couldn't find the author, so I gave it to you." He looked at me, thought for a while, without refusing, raised his hand and called to old man Gao: "What do you drink? Let me treat you." "Just... how about a glass of orange juice?" I smiled. I ignored Old Man Gao's surprised winking—what's the matter with the orange juice?Should I be straight up and say hi you know I'm a famous alcoholic I can drink you out of business? I said with my eyes, "Go do your business", and drove away old man Gao.Thinking about what to say, Teng Zhen spoke first: "Today's exhibition is all your paintings?" It's meaningless to deny it, the photos are all at the door.I nodded: "Yes. Then you didn't buy any of them." He laughed, a little embarrassed: "I don't know much about art, I thought you wouldn't be willing to sell them. Many artists don't sell their works easily." "That's not necessarily true," I sighed. "Other artists don't take a break either." Teng Zhen laughed out loud, his small white teeth were very cute in the night.I felt that I had drunk too much. If Old Man Gao hadn't smashed a glass of orange juice on my table, I might have stared at him. "You are in finance? I saw it on your business card." "Well. In fact, I originally studied materials in the UK. It was too difficult. The future was bleak. I changed careers halfway and worked for a few years before returning to China." "Are you here on a business trip?" "No, I'm on vacation. Actually, I'm also a local. I studied in No. 1 Middle School and went to Beijing for university." This time it was a real surprise.I was just about to say that I also studied in No. 1 Middle School, when I suddenly remembered the group photos of strangers and strangers in the WeChat group on my mobile phone today. What are you talking about, I can't think of a common topic. "The decoration of the art gallery is good." He changed the subject himself. "It's actually quite simple, without a suspended ceiling, the water and electricity wiring above is exposed, whitewashed walls, black doors, self-leveling cement or original old wooden floors that creak when stepped on, and a row of 3 along the wall. The tile spotlights can shine brightly, and it’s just fine to combine them together. It doesn’t bother you at all.” "So I understand, it seems that you did it yourself... You also rented the house in the art gallery?" I shook my head: "I bought it several years ago. At that time, this area hadn't developed yet, and the house had been abandoned for a long time, so it wasn't expensive at all." "Why did you buy it?" "I don't know," he asked, and I also thought about it, "Don't you think, at this age, you can't remember the reason for many things? Maybe it's just a thought, and you didn't think it was important at the time. " Teng Zhen looked at me. "Maybe, many particularly important life decisions seem to be rational after summarizing and analyzing them. In fact, they were just a thought at the time, and I didn't realize it. This thought is the real fork in life." Hmm, well said, why is it so connotative, as expected of studying materials abroad, applause applause. Zhang Xiaoman, please control yourself! I poured some ice water into the orange juice and stirred it: "Why do you care so much about this house?" "We are very sensitive to money in this business," he smiled and practiced Tai Chi. "Such a good location is worth money at first glance. You have a good eye." "you are lying." He froze for a moment.I held back and didn't immediately come down and apologize. "Well," he rubbed his nose, "I liked coming here when I was a child. I used it as a haunted house, and I made an appointment with my friends to explore at night. At that time, I thought about it, and I would buy it when I made money. come down." Then you will be my boyfriend, and I will write your name in my room book! Old Man Gao, did you mix wine with the orange juice? ! However, I suddenly didn't know what to ask.In fact, I don't like to talk for nothing. His answer just now has a lot of small tails that can be asked: What was the house like before?Are you afraid of ghosts?What friend, girlfriend?What fun things did the adventure encounter? ... But all these questions sound as boring as "why art museums should be underappreciated". What's more, I seldom talk about the past with others.I don't have a good memory of my teenage years, and I don't like to make fun of myself. At this time, he picked up a work call, chatted for a few minutes, and said that he would go home and send a document. "We'll talk next time when we have time. Anyway, we both left a phone call," he stood up politely. "By the way, I actually think that painting of a crow is very good." He seemed to remember something, and it must not be about me. But he brought up the crow.Over the years, I have never met a person who said that I plagiarized Yixiu. "Did you drive? I'll see you off." I suddenly felt that if we just said goodbye like this, we might never get in touch again. "Don't bother," he smiled, "I drove by myself." "Oh," I scratched the back of my head, "then you send me?" He was a little ironic: "What about your car?" "Throw it here, or call a substitute driver." "You haven't been drinking, what did you ask the driver to do?" I suddenly stopped the old man Gao who was passing by, snatched a glass of mango beer from his tray, and drank it down. I wanted to pretend to drink until the bottom, but this glass was too fucking cold, I drank half of it, but put it down in a shameless manner, and licked the foam on my lips. what am i doing "I'm sorry. Let's go. Goodbye." I waved my hand with a dry smile, and quickly turned around and walked into the tavern with the glass of wine.The old man's band is singing their own re-arrangement of "When you say nothing at all". Actually, I'm not usually at this level, really.I don't know why I was suddenly stunned, as if I ran into a treasure that was once out of reach, holding the savings in my hand, I thought I could give it a try this time, even if I just asked about the price. Someone pat me on the back. Maybe it was because the look in my eyes when I raised my head was so pleasant, I scared old man Gao. "You haven't paid for this cup yet." Old Man Gao said. Suddenly a hand stretched out and handed him a hundred yuan.I turned around and stared blankly at Teng Zhen coming over, pulled out the high stool and sat down next to me. "You...don't you want to go home and send an email?" "Aren't I going to see you off? How can I go if you don't go?" This man is a real disaster, with a serious face and smiling eyes. He took my beer glass and took a sip without avoiding suspicion: "Do you usually do this?" which kind?Take the initiative to strike up a conversation?Forcing others to send me?Is it okay to call a driver to play?Or is it shameless to pretend to be an artist by opening an art gallery?I don't know which sentence to answer, but I know he is not laughing at me frivolously. "Well," I nodded, "I'm a bit off today, but as I said, I've always been like this. He is my best friend." "A lot of people don't. Girls especially, feel degraded." He looks me over, a little aggressively. "Dignity doesn't depend on other people's evaluations," I laughed. "I've never been ashamed of taking the initiative. I don't need to carry it all the time when I'm really proud. They know a shit." "What if the other party doesn't like you? Won't you be sad?" I was confident: "How is it possible, who doesn't like me!" Teng Zhen looked at me.I thought he would laugh about it, it was a well-timed joke after all. He didn't.After a while, he turned his eyes away and suddenly gave me a respect. "Happy birthday to you." Sure enough, he heard everything clearly. This time I really have no place to put my face away: "I'll just talk casually. In fact, I don't have a birthday. It's always been my birthday." "Then start today," he said. Teng Zhen's eyes were covered with moist water vapor, I told myself not to look too carefully, otherwise I would stumble and fall into the sea.