Chapter 22 first quarter

Shimamura went to the newspaper office. In the office of the Ministry of Culture, no one came.There are only four or five young people in the reading department and social department in the distance.It was the first time Shimamura had come so early. He intends to hastily finish his work today.He came straight to the newspaper office with this idea in mind. However, he was very upset and fell on the table with his head in his arms. He thought, I am useless.He really wanted to turn his desk upside down.No, if I could knock down all the tables in front of me one by one, and scatter the inkpots, pencils and papers on the table all over the floor, maybe I would feel lighter.

Before parting, the scene of Ke Juzi dressing up in front of the mirror came to mind.She kept moving her hands, combing her hair and grooming her face.This posture of hers made Shimamura feel the emptiness in her.She sat facing the mirror, her hips protruding slightly.This gesture also made him feel that she was really boring. "Do you regret it?" The woman asked while maintaining her original posture. "Don't put the blame on me!" "Anyway, it's just this time. I won't force you again. One time is enough." "Please forgive me for keeping you overnight."

This morning, the woman was extraordinarily garrulous. "I didn't do that kind of thing for you to write about me. Please don't misunderstand... because I like you, and I am particularly interested in your arrogance that is even a little bit hateful. I have made up my mind to possess You, even once." "I have to declare that I am not out of competition with Fumiko Kui. That person is not worth mentioning to me. Because, I don't think she is an artist... If you think I have her in my head, I am like you If you do, that would be a big mistake.” "What happened last night, let it be a secret between the two of us! I don't care. If you think it's a last resort, it's okay. It's just one time. If you think so, I can't help it."

It never occurred to him that there was such a blazing passion hidden in Takimura Kotoshiko's cold face.This was a completely different person than Takimura Katoshiko, who usually possessed a certain majesty that made all men shy away.The elegant posture she usually poses intentionally to meet the reporter's photo has been completely destroyed, leaving only the bohemian truth. "morning!" Colleagues came to the office one after another. "You came very early today!" They were surprised to see Shimamura come so early. "Why are you here so early?" "Wrong watch."

"This happened to Shimamura too!" In the morning, Shimamura wrote a small essay.The work did not lift his spirits.When he handed over the manuscript to the editor-in-chief's office, his colleagues told him that there was a call. "Is that Mr. Shimamura?" A childish voice came from the receiver.It turned out to be Yuriko Morisawa. Shimamura told her not to call Mr., but she said, because please look at my paintings, of course you are my husband, etc., and she still refused to change her words. "I drew some today, can you show me?" Shimamura does not want to see this girl because he has just met Kojuko.

"Where are you?" "It's in Ginza. I called you because it's near the newspaper office." "Have you had lunch yet?" "yes." "Then watch while you eat! You wait there!" Shimamura put on his coat and went out.Morisawa Yuriko was waiting for him outside the gate of the newspaper office.She wore a grass green dress today, and the bright sun made the clothes look more colorful. "Hello!" She bowed swiftly. "Ah! Let's eat first!" Shimamura was also hungry.When he and Ke Shouzi left the restaurant, they didn't have time to eat breakfast.

"Japanese food or Western food, which do you like?" "I like Japanese food." These words hit Shimamura's heart. "Then, let's go to 'Pingban' restaurant!" "What are you selling? That place." "Oh, ochazuke." "Ochazuke, my favorite food!" There was no need to take a car to the restaurant, so the two walked together.Shimamura's head sank heavily. "Isn't the newspaper busy?" "No, nothing." "It's embarrassing to let you see the painting... Mr. Shimamura told me so much last time, so I don't know what to do. Instead, I can't draw anything."

His voice was bright and crisp, and his childish face was flushed with embarrassment.She carried a bundle of her paintings under her arm. It happened that there were not many customers in the 'Pingban' restaurant.Shimamura walked into the small restaurant.After reading the menu, Shimamura ordered grilled clams, spinach salad, sashimi and soup. "It's so delicious!" Yuriko Morisawa was as happy as a child. A girl who is less than twenty years old has a shiny skin, as if there is a special light source shining from the inside out.Her eyes and lips also have a girlish vibrancy.

Shimamura felt that he was far away from her. "Will you spread it out here?" Yuriko asked after eating.It happened that there were tatami mats on the basement floor, the restaurant was very quiet, and there were no other guests, so it was a good opportunity. "Hey." "really sorry." Yuriko unwrapped the furoshiki, and there was a paper tube inside.She took off the Jane cover and took out the painting. "You really worked hard!" "Yes, I did try my best. I tried my best to show what my husband said, but it was still not ideal." Shimamura flipped through the paintings one by one in silence.There are about fourteen or fifteen.Yuriko looked at Shimamura's eyes for a while, and looked at the picture he drew for a while, looking embarrassed.

Shimamura's consciousness seems to be leaving the screen.He had planned to give the young girl advice, but now he was dissatisfied with himself.The matter with Ke Shouzi last night weighed heavily on his heart, and he was not qualified to teach this girl. However, seeing Yuriko's enthusiastic research and humbly asking for advice, he kept these thoughts in his stomach again.Originally, it was himself who incited her enthusiasm. Shimamura was unhappy. Shimamura's painting posts to Morisawa Yuriko are mainly ancient Chinese ink paintings. Shimamura looked at Yuriko's paintings one by one, unknowingly Ketosuko gradually became indifferent, and his energy was concentrated on the ink painting.

"You're still a bit rigid in form," he said, "You still pay too much attention to the concrete manifestations on the surface. Since you've been learning this technique in the past, it's inevitable. But you must further break the so-called The rules of ink painting." "yes." "Of course, I'm not saying that you can ignore all the rules. In that case, you will end up just following in the footsteps of Ayutaki Cun Kejuzi. The technique of ink painting is difficult, but what is more important is the spirit. I will show you those ancient painting posts, that is For this reason. Recently, even avant-garde ink paintings are pursuing techniques and showing off novelty. Therefore, I think it is necessary to review the spirit of the past, and creating from this is the way forward.” "yes." "The ink art of Fumiko Hisai is nothing more than changing ancient ink paintings into modern paintings. And the works of Takimura Kejuko are just like the abstract paintings in oil paintings, which deform ink paintings. Such things, It is neither avant-garde ink painting, nor anything else, just blindly pursuing novelty.” When talking about Kojuko, Shimamura's emotions rose inexplicably. "They are recognized by the society only by using the results of the press. There is no new spirit in their works, and they are not really avant-garde ink works. That is to say, outsiders just appreciate them curiously and show them to the Japanese in a serious way." Besides, the avant-garde ikebana man used it again, so it makes people feel that this is a novel art. This is just like what Fumiko Hisai criticized Takimura Kazuko.” "..." "However, Fumiko Hisai, like Takimura Kejuko criticized, is not a new ink art, but just painting on occasion. That is to say, the two of them are crows on pigs." "You are so mean." "No, that's the truth. From such people there can never be any future art. . . I'm right. Their paintings have no future, they're exhausted. That's why they're not art." .True art must contain an element of development." "How can I do it well? I really can't figure it out." Morisawa Yuriko said without confidence. "It's up to you to work hard and discover it yourself. I can only give you advice. When it comes to the shade of ink, it seems that there are only monotonous black and gray. This is not the case. Since ancient times, there has been "ink in ink" It is true to say that it is colorful. Through different techniques, ink painting can draw colorful pictures that are comparable to all kinds of colored paintings. The new ink art can only be created by young people like you. Let’s do it. You will definitely be able to surpass the two of them and create new art!” "I always feel sorry for Mr. Takimura." "What are you talking about! How can art develop without rebellion? This old master-student relationship, I really don't know how much resistance it has caused the development of art in the past! You must deny Hisui Fumiko and Takimura Kejuko, and find your own art ..." Shimamura Riichi gradually became excited. "I will train you! You are the first to create new ink art. I will be your guide. Can you follow me without fear of danger?" "Definitely, I will definitely go with sir!" Yuriko raised her head resolutely.She stared at Shimamura with a determined light in her eyes.