Chapter 6 Chapter Six

The first time she saw the woman in the painting, she felt her eyelashes tremble.The heart is touched in an instant, as if in a foreign country, in a busy city and crowded crowds, suddenly meeting a long-lost friend, fellow countryman or seeing a familiar face... The next day, the Southern Herald published the news.The headline reads: Southern Rehabilitation Hospital’s Heart Transplant Discovery is Difficult; the subtitle reads: Three Transplanted Patients Died Within One Month. The article said: There are 5 patients in this city who have undergone heart transplantation in Nanfang Rehabilitation Hospital, and 3 of them have died recently.The hospital denied whether there were any deaths in other places, but the reporter doubted it.Such a short survival period and such a high mortality rate made the patients and relatives who were about to undergo surgery worry a lot. Naturally, some people doubted the technical level of heart transplantation in this hospital.When the reporter interviewed Dr. Meng, vice president of the hospital and director of cardiothoracic surgery, Meng refused to express any opinions.According to insiders, the above-mentioned transplant operations were all performed by Dr. Meng, and the patient's unexplained death put a lot of pressure on him.

At that time, Wu Bingbing was on the way to the museum and bought a newspaper by the way, and she saw this report. After thinking about it, he stopped and called Dr. Meng with his mobile phone on the side of the road.She told him what she had been dreaming these days, as well as the woman in white and the frightening pursuit of her. Wu Bingbing said: "I felt that this woman in white was not only treating me, but also other people, so I started to investigate and found out the deaths of Kang Qiujing and Wei Pan. I also saw He Guomin's death with my own eyes." Wu Bingbing said: "I went to Kang Qiujing's house that day, and when I came out, I felt something following me, but the other party wouldn't let me see it. I knew it was the woman I saw in my dream again. I suspect that Kang Qiujing might also be haunted by her." .As for who she is, I have no idea. Does she seem to hate people who have had heart transplants?"

Wu Bingbing said: "Anyway, Wei Pan's death must be related to that woman. On the night of her accident, her daughter-in-law saw a woman in white entering her house." Wu Bingbing said: "Only Xu Miaomiao and I have undergone surgery locally. I don't know what will happen next? The woman said in her dream that I would die like them." Wu Bingbing said: "Uncle Meng, are you listening? What do you think?" "Well, I'm listening. I'm not thinking about anything." Dr. Meng said, his tone obviously impatient, "I just don't understand, you say all this nonsense—why? Because I didn't tell you who gave it to you heart?"

"I don't understand, do you think—what I say is all false?" "I don't know what you mean by saying this?" "I'm telling the truth! Do you think I'm deceiving you?" "I'm a scientist. Besides, you're at least a college student." "Well, even if I didn't say it." She hung up the phone, but kicked the trash can on the side of the road angrily, "Hmph, do I seem to be lying? What's wrong with your science? Old stubborn! Damn it !—” Walking in front of the museum, she calmed down a little.Because it was Sunday, there were not many people who came to visit today, so she bought a ticket and looked it over and over for a long time before entering the gate.

The design of the museum is bright and open. Like the steps in front of the door, there are also large stairs with a wide view from the first floor up.Wu Bingbing went up the stairs, looked around, passed by the ancient building components and inscription exhibition hall on the first floor, and could see rough and clumsy stone carvings or tombstones through the glass; on the second floor, he saw bronzes, ceramics and various cultural relics. , the window of the screen wall is inlaid with rusty bronze and bright porcelain photos; finally walked into the colorful calligraphy and painting exhibition hall on the third floor.She has a kind of pleasure of traveling through the time tunnel and coming from history.

The 2,500-square-meter calligraphy and painting exhibition hall is in the shape of a huge "Hui" character. Various paintings are hung on both sides, and you can look left and right along the aisle. Walking around, you can have a panoramic view of hundreds of ancient and modern paintings.Wu Bingbing first stood there to read the introduction. The entire exhibition hall is divided into four parts, and paintings account for three parts. It is divided into ancient painting exhibition area, modern and modern painting exhibition area, and new period painting exhibition area; other exhibition areas are mainly arts and crafts, calligraphy and seal cutting.Wu Bingbing cautiously walked into the front exhibition hall.

The exhibition hall was empty except for a few people.Wu Bingbing browsed aimlessly.She has to admit that although she usually likes to paint, she had the dream of becoming a painter in the future when she was in junior high school, and now she often looks through picture albums when she has time, and her father has collected calligraphy and painting in recent years and let her see his collection, but Her knowledge and understanding of painting is really superficial.From her ancestor Wu Daozi's "Journey to the South of the Son of Heaven", to Su Dongpo's "Picture of Ancient Woods and Strange Stones" in the Northern Song Dynasty, "Fish and Shrimp Fighting for Clearness" by Chen Xianzhang in the Ming Dynasty, and "Looking at Mountains from the Sea" by Yuan Jiang in the Qing Dynasty, etc., these She has never even heard of such pleasing paintings, let alone seen them with her own eyes.In class, their students majoring in archeology from the Department of History have watched documentaries introducing the murals of the Hongmen Banquet in the tomb of the Western Han Dynasty, the murals of the Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang, and the murals of the Jade Girl Statue in Yongle Palace, but they have nothing to do with the "Langyuan Fairy Weaving", "Yuyi Huansha", Compared with "Wen Ji Returning to Han", those things are dull and lifeless.

In the exhibition area of ​​modern and modern paintings, a girl with short hair and glasses was mumbling while watching, whether it was doubts or thoughts.When Wu Bingbing walked past her, she turned her head and greeted with a smile. Wu Bingbing also nodded friendly.Seeing Wu Bingbing standing down in front of a landscape painting, she took the initiative to lean over and introduce: "This is Zhang Daqian's "Autumn Wind Dyeing the Valley". What do you think?" Wu Bingbing looked at the painting, it was very big, and the paper was full of red and lavender, so she didn't have much opinion.

She looked at Wu Bingbing: "Don't you think it is very familiar? Composition, tone, artistic conception?" Wu Bingbing felt embarrassed: "I have no research on painting, I just like to look at it." She didn't mind, and pointed out: "Have you seen Li Shinan's "Autumn Landscape and Pingyuan Picture"? - This painting is simply based on the script. Li Shinan was a famous painter in the Northern Song Dynasty. He was good at landscape and was highly appreciated by Mr. Su Dongpo. Zhang Daqian was young. There are many imitations of ancient paintings, and the fakes can be confused with the real ones. I suspect that he often copied Li Shinan. You see, if this painting is painted with the inscription "Zhang Yuan" and mounted on imitation Liuhe hemp paper or Chengxintang paper, you will be 1% Baierhui said it was painted by Li Shinan."

Listening to her evaluation of paintings, Wu Bingbing pales in comparison, but she doesn't like her very well.Girls talk too loudly.She asked lightly, "Are you a painter?" "Well, I'm a reporter." As if remembering, she hurriedly took out her business card and handed it to Bingbing, "The Southern Herald is in charge of news about culture, art, science and education." Wu Bingbing recalled the report she read on the road, and couldn't remember whether the name card was Zhang Qun, a reporter and an amateur writer, but she couldn't help but feel that she should be avoided.When Zhang Qun held the notebook in his hand to write down something, she nodded politely and walked forward alone.Still heard Zhang Qun say from behind: "I'll introduce you later, you should go and see the works of that female artist."

In the painting exhibition area of ​​the new era, more than 100 paintings are exhibited, which are divided into two categories: traditional Chinese painting and oil painting. There are works of well-known domestic painters, as well as successful works of young painters.Behind the painting of the newcomer who shocked the painting world with his brushless ink and wash, there are multiple oil paintings by a female artist.As soon as Wu Bingbing stood there, Zhang Qun came over and continued her pointing comments. "Chinese painting has come to a trough, and the paintings of newcomers prove the importance of updating methods. If you want to see new works, you should look at oil paintings. I am about to recommend this artist's works to you." There is no brief introduction and photo of the artist, and the content of the paintings is mainly people and animals. The printed frame size is pasted on the lower right corner of each painting, and there are other small characters: Author Jiang Lan. Wu Bingbing muttered: "Jiang Lan? Where have I seen this name?" She suddenly remembered the newspaper she had read after she was discharged from the hospital. There was a piece of news that the murder case of the female painter Jiang Lan was finally pronounced--is this Jiang Lan the female painter in the murder case? As if seeing her thoughts, Zhang Qun asked from the side: "Surely you have read the reports about her? You should know about her. Few people in the city don't know about her?" "You mean, Jiang Lan? That's the one in the newspaper—?" "Yes, that is the female painter. I have written more than 20 manuscripts about her case and her paintings. It should be said that I have the most say. Although she killed someone, her paintings cannot be denied. Her paintings are indeed Well, many new and old painters in the painting circle agree on this.” "I seem to have read the news about her trial, but I didn't expect her paintings—" "In fact, there are countless great painters and writers who have committed crimes in Chinese and foreign history, and there are many in Russia. The value of art should transcend life and history. Jiang Lan said after the court sentencing that all her paintings should be confiscated. Destroy it, but the Academy of Painting didn't do what she wanted in the end." "I don't quite understand. You said... her painting skills are very high?" "It's not that I think it's high. Professionals and art dealers think it's high." Zhang Qun said confidently, "I have collected more than 50 comments on Jiang Lan's paintings, most of which are praise articles. If you are interested, look back Let me lend you the information. She mainly created a new painting method, which incorporates traditional Chinese painting techniques into oil paintings. More importantly, she has unique skills in oil paints, from ancient cinnabar, azurite, rouge, Everything from modern acrylic raw materials, plant pigments, metal materials, and chemical components are used. She discovered a new perspective of painting and created a kind of three-dimensional painting, which is exaggeratedly called magic painting." Zhang Qun led her to look at a painting next to her. The name of that painting was "A Woman's Tale".There are three young women in the picture, all of whom are beautiful, with the same face; but they are dressed in different clothes and stand in different poses; behind them is the background of the yellow earth.What do these three women have to do with Kou?Zhang Qun commented on the side. "Looking at how similar these three women are, you would think that she painted three sisters, or a person. Both are right. They are not right. How should I put it? In fact, they are one person, but they are not one. People. You see, the woman standing at the back is wearing a embroidered blouse with embroidered collar and cuffs, and a brocade embroidered skirt underneath. Her hair is tied high behind her head, and she holds a handkerchief in both hands. She lowered her eyes and looked at people timidly. What era do you think she was from?" "It should be a woman in the old society, aunt or something?" Zhang Qun nodded: "Yes. Look at the woman in the middle, the lake blue blouse and short skirt, which has changed from the old style, especially her ear-level short hair and loose flat-soled shoes, which are neither humble nor overbearing. The look in her eyes clearly shows the era she lived in—" "Like a new woman in the 'May Fourth' period." "That's right. Look at the one in front. Her long hair is tied up casually, and her clothes are fashionable and loose. She is unrestrained, with her arms open, smiling and dreaming, as if she is about to fly. She is completely modern and open." The image of women." Wu Bingbing said with a sense of comprehension: "Put these three women on the same background, do you want to describe the history of women to some extent, or reflect the fate of women?" "It should be said that. You can regard them as one person, or as three generations of grandparents and grandchildren. What would it be like to live in different times? The painter uses color language to interpret their lives." Speaking of this, she paused emphatically, "However, this painting is more worthy of study at the bottom. If you look at it from the side, it will produce a multi-angle change effect. Those young women have changed. Look, what did they look like?" Is it?—” Wu Bingbing looked at the painting from Zhang Qun's point of view, and suddenly cried out in surprise. The three beautiful women in different clothes changed, and their clothes disappeared in an instant, leaving only a naked naked body. Although the picture is hazy, it can still be seen. You can see the naked old man, with prominent ribs, flabby muscles, and sunken eyes.Those were clearly three old women who were dead or dying.She took two steps back in fright—the three beautiful women were still looking at her from across her. She stood still for a moment, then walked to the painting again in disbelief, and looked at it from the side, it was still the three old women. Back to the front again, there are still the three young women.She looked back and forth several times, and the more she looked, the more confused she became. "This is Jiang Lan's three-dimensional painting, it's amazing." Zhang Qun spoke passionately at this time, as if talking about herself proudly, "Every painting has multiple meanings, giving people multiple perspectives to understand. You can look at the following In this painting "Married", the girl in the red dress has tears in her eyes; her mother is combing her hair with disheveled white hair and a sad face; in the depth of the picture next to it, there is an old man wearing a red flower, standing on a wooden cart Waiting, staring impatiently—and looking at the painting from the side—the girl turned into a goat with a big belly, the mother turned into a half-dead tree stump, and the cart in the painting And the man turned into the back of the black rock, and the whole portrait seemed to be enchanted." "I don't know how her paintings are drawn?" Wu Bingbing said with sincere admiration. "As I said just now, I collected a lot of articles written by experts, but they didn't understand. Some researched on reflective mineral pigments and blending agents, and some made technical analysis on multi-layer color covering and chemical treatment. Some experimented with perspective, multi-focus compositions, etc., but they didn’t figure it out—sorry, I’ll take a call.” Zhang Qun opened the cover because the phone rang, and walked lightly towards the entrance of the exhibition hall. When Wu Bingbing continued to read, she stopped in front of a painting "Woman Practicing Yoga". At the first glance, she felt her eyelashes flutter and her heart was touched, as if she suddenly encountered a long-lost friend, fellow countryman or saw a familiar face in a foreign country, amidst the turbulent downtown and crowded crowds. , She was in a daze excitedly and nervously. On the grass in the painting, a woman in a white gauze dress is sitting, with her soft arms outstretched, leaning forward - long hair like flowing water, face like a bright moon, soft and handsome figure, Although it looks a bit glamorous, but the whole body is full of charming charm.At this moment, she is inward-looking, practicing yoga calmly, with her eyes half-opened and half-closed, intoxicated in the reveries of ancient Indian mysterious religions. Regardless of her posture, clothing, and figure, Wu Bingbing felt that this woman seemed familiar. She was the woman in white who appeared in her dreams repeatedly. She walked over and stood sideways, watching from another angle. The large white area in the painting suddenly turned yellow under the backlight, and the woman who leaned forward and was about to put her hands on the ground turned into an animal as big as her body shape.It took me a long time to recognize that it was a wolf, a huge, fierce wolf; it was old and ugly, with scars on its head and ugly mottled hair. The wolf's eyes were slightly squinted, and the teeth flashed coldly.The grass in the background of the woman turned into a purple-black shadow, like an unfathomable forest.And the bright blue sky above turned into a pitch-black night dotted with stars. The wolf raised one leg and moved forward. It seemed that it had just emerged from the woods. It must be hungry and hungry. It was sneaking around in the dark night, greedily looking for prey. She thought of the vague beast that had appeared so many times in her dreams. She stood facing the painting again, carefully studying the woman sitting there quietly. The woman's eyes should be very big. Although she didn't fully open them, it can be seen from the slender corners of her eyes.The tall and delicate nose bridge, the clear and smooth lips, the round and soft chin, the long and fair neck, and the crispness and cleanliness of the hair bun and the edges of the neck—everything feels sculpturally perfect. A mother and daughter walked past her and stopped in front of a nearby painting, looking at and talking to each other. "Mom, look here, it was painted by that female artist." "Hmm... is that what your teacher said?" "It's also published in the newspaper. Look at her paintings. From this side... it's amazing, right?" "Yo, how did it become like this?...Shocked me." "The students didn't believe that the painter would kill someone." "Really? Let's go, go over there and see—" The two of them walked away while talking, as if the mother didn't want to talk about the painter. Wu Bingbing couldn't help thinking, yoga is to absorb the natural postures of animals, usually imitating turtles, snakes, camels, and even locusts, but what is the connection with a wolf?Besides, her actions in front of her did not seem to be imitating wolves. Why did she draw a ferocious looking wolf behind her? Who is this woman painted by the artist named Jiang Lan?Who is she modeling for?Was it painted by someone else, or herself? What does this woman have to do with me?Why does it often appear in my dreams?Why do you follow me every now and then? There is also a wild beast that often chases in dreams, can't see its face clearly but can hear howling, is it the old and ugly wolf hidden in the picture? ... Wu Bingbing looked at the painting over and over again, trying to find answers from the subtle textures. Suddenly, she heard a rustling sound like a wind.Looking carefully, the woman in the painting started to move, slowly lowered her dangling hands, turned her sideways body, and faced the front; her eyes, which were half-closed before, were now wide open—the eyeballs were like The golden cornflowers looked like the eyes of some kind of animal, and the pupils glowed with a menacing and fierce light.She fixed her eyes on Bingbing, a mocking and mean smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, shaking her hands as if casting magic... Wu Bingbing felt that the painting was getting bigger and bigger, so big that it covered her, and suddenly a mist filled around her, surrounding her, and only saw the flowing white belt, leading her to move forward gradually.She seemed to be trapped in a deep and closed tunnel, and the cold wind and clouds carried her forward.She completely lost consciousness, as if being led by someone's soul.She walked forward and came out of the black tunnel. Her head had turned into a purple-red dome, and large chunks of dark clouds flew past. She heard the sounds of various animals running around her, and wild beasts approaching from afar. Near gasps and hisses. The woman appeared in front, still wearing a white dress, but there were some bloodstains on her face, and her expression became cold and heartless.She stood proudly in the distance, waiting for the cold wind to push the prey to her. The woman in white said, "You finally found me, did you give me your life?" She couldn't open her mouth, shook her head in pain, and looked at her with aggrieved eyes. The woman in white pointed at her: "You shouldn't have lived, you lived when someone else died." She was speechless and looked helplessly at the woman in front of her. "You won't survive, one after another, all of you will die!" the woman in white yelled, and her voice was heard far away in the wilderness, "You stole someone's heart...then pay it back with your life! Damn it! !" She wanted to turn around and run, but she couldn't move her legs. The woman in white jumped behind her, grabbed her shoulders with both hands, pressed her face against her ears, and said in a hissing voice, "I won't kill you now, let you go!" It's still useful, you have to kill that little girl for me. The little girl who stole other people's hearts. You have to listen to me, or I will let you die at any time. Two days later at noon, the little girl came home from school and left Go to that construction site, there's an abandoned waterhole there, she'll be watching the tadpoles, and you just go up behind her and push her down. Push her down, understand?" The woman in white was ruffling her hair with her hands as she spoke, and the cold air exhaled from her mouth made her whole body tremble.Although she couldn't see the other person's face, she could see her opening and closing lips, the cold light reflected by her white teeth, and even a strand of hair hanging close to her face.She felt that the soul of her whole body had left her, her mind was completely blank, and she could only open her begging eyes in horror. Suddenly, a piece of white cloth flew over her face, and she fell into the dizzy ball of light again.A hand behind her pushed her violently, and she felt like a shabby ball rolling on the ground.Then, there was the sound of wild animals running around, as if they were rushing towards her, barking and biting for food... "Wake up, wake up. What's the matter with you? What's the matter?—" When she opened her eyes, she found herself lying on the ground in front of the painting, surrounded by many people.Zhang Qun hugged her shoulders and helped her sit up, and someone handed her mineral water to drink a few sips for her. So many people saw her lying on the ground in embarrassment, which made her feel very embarrassed.At this moment, she braced herself up, stood up abruptly, picked up her things in a panic, and ran out of the hall in shame. Zhang Qun chased her all the way to the corridor outside the door, and supported her who was staggering. "What's wrong with you? Are you okay?——" Zhang Qun asked with concern. "I'm fine, just dizzy." Wu Bingbing said, "Maybe it's too hot, and I suddenly suffered from heat stroke." "It's okay, they called you for a long time just now. Shall I take you home?" "No, no, thank you, I can do it myself." "Okay then, take a break and come back." Just as Zhang Qun turned around, Wu Bingbing stopped her with a "Hey". Zhang Qun said: "You really don't matter? Otherwise, shall I send you off?" Wu Bingbing said: "It doesn't matter, it's much better now. I think, can you tell me why you pay so much attention to this painter named Jiang Lan? Besides the interview, is there any other reason?" Zhang Qun said: "Before I read Chinese, I also liked painting and thought about being a painter. Because of Jiang Lan's case, after getting to know Jiang Lan as a painter, I realized that painters, especially female painters, are not only scenery, but also many So while I was writing news, I started to collect all the information about her and wanted to write a book that reflected her personal experience. Of course I also wanted to study her paintings.” She remembered that Zhang Qun was still a writer, and asked again: "Do you sympathize with Jiang Lan's fate?" "Yes, I sympathize with her very much." Zhang Qun took off his glasses excitedly and said, "When reporting on her murder case, I could only stand on the side of the media, become a tool of public opinion, and desperately suppress my sympathy for her. Take the day when she was executed, thousands of people followed her to watch. In addition to sending news, I also wrote a newsletter called "Beautiful Fall". Suddenly criticized me, scolded me for disregarding right from wrong, losing my position, praising criminals, and glamorizing criminals, saying that girl, I made a mistake in position and principle. Express things, write about my own knowledge and feelings. No one can interfere with those gentlemen who only sit in the office and scold others.” Wu Bingbing asked: "I read the news, but forgot. When was the execution date?" Zhang Qun said: "Last month, that is, September 24th" Wu Bingbing let out an "ah" and quickly covered her mouth with her hand. She couldn't help saying to herself: "I understand, I seem to understand." Zhang Qun looked at her puzzled. "What do you understand?" Wu Bingbing said: "It's nothing. Can you give me some reports about her?" "Of course. Tell me your mailbox and I'll send it to you." "Thank you today, you are so kind! Thank you!" "You're welcome. Let's make friends and get in touch later." "I will." Wu Bingbing thought, it seems that I am in big trouble.