Chapter 12 spouse

When the cafe was pushed away, a man and a woman were checking out at the bar. "What do you think the name of this painting should be?" asked the boss. "Hmm..." the man said, "The woman in the painting seems to be waiting, but the sea is so turbulent that it almost engulfs her, but she can't leave. So I think the title of the picture can be called: Helpless Waiting." "What do you think?" The boss turned to ask the woman. "I also feel that the woman in the painting is waiting, but even though the sea is rough, she still refuses to leave, so the title of the picture is: Persevering Waiting." The woman replied.

"Your answer is not bad." The boss said to the man, "Your coffee is 20% off." Then he turned to the woman and said, "Your coffee is 40% off." After paying the bill, when the man and woman passed by me, the boss suddenly said: "You two are not suitable, you should break up as soon as possible." "What did you say!" The man was very angry and turned around to argue with the boss, but the woman still pulled him out of the cafe. "Why are you talking like that?" I walked to the bar. "Boys regard girls' persistence as helplessness and weakness, how can they be together?" the boss said.

"Show me that painting." I held out my right hand. "You can only see it when you check out." The boss said. "no problem." I ordered a cup of coffee right away, then turned and walked over to my usual seat against the wall. The "reserved" sign was on the second table by the floor-to-ceiling windows, but there was still no one at the table. There are currently only me and the boss in the entire cafe. I looked up and looked around, and there were Kexue's paintings everywhere, whether they were sketches, watercolors, or oil paintings, they were all hung casually, very similar to the style of the stone sculptor's stone carving garden.

I have seen almost all the paintings, whether they were drawn by Ke Xue for me, in her drawing book, or placed in her studio. I feel that my whole heart is full of Ke Xue, and if there is more, it will overflow. The boss had just put the coffee on my table, and I picked it up and drank it right away. No sugar, no creamer, and no heat. After finishing my coffee, I slapped my hot mouth and walked to the bar. "Can you show me that painting?" My tongue must be scalded, and my pronunciation and intonation are very strange. The boss took out the painting and asked, "What do you think this painting should be called?"

It was an oil painting, a bust of a woman, her face was facing me, her eyes were wide open. Behind her is a large sea with rough waves and a few small rocks beside it. In less than half a minute, I felt the painting. "When was this painting brought?" I asked. "Last week," replied the boss. "Who brought it?" "A woman brought it, and she brought a little girl with her." "Is it "she"?" "no." I know it should be Xiaoli's mother and Xiaoli. "You must know that it was painted by "she", right?" I said.

"Yeah." The boss nodded. "Then tell me first." I said, "What does this painting express?" He looked at the painting and said: "There are turbulence, surging, longing, concern, and ardor." "So?" I asked. "She was very homesick and missed everything at home," he said. "You miss her too, don't you?" "It goes without saying." The boss glared at me. "Tell me again, is this large sea the western sea? Or the eastern sea?" "The western sea," he said. "why?" "The waves are so rough, they must be eager to get back to the shore. So it's the western sea."

"Can you hear the crashing waves?" I asked again. "Yeah." He replied. "A picture, like a loved one or a loved one, will always make someone feel special." I smiled, "That's what she said." "I know," he said. "If you were given a choice, do you think the woman in the painting is a relative? Or a lover?" He hesitated for a while, then said, "It's a relative." "Then for her paintings, you are a relative." I pointed to my nose, and continued: "And I am a lover." "Love?" The boss raised his head and looked at me.

"This is the sea in the east. Don't you feel such a strong emotion?" "What I feel is a desire." "Look at the woman's eyes in the painting again. The color of her eyes is the same as the color of the sea, as if her eyes have been filled with sea water." I said. "Really?" He looked down at the painting, very attentively. "Don't you think she is looking at her lover?" He didn't answer, but still looked down at the painting. "So..." I pointed to the painting, "The name of this painting is called Lover."

"bingo!" Ke Xue suddenly appeared from under the bar, and I was startled. "Why are you here?" "I just walked in, and I saw you coming from a distance, so I had to hide in the bar." "How long have you been hiding?" "Ten minutes." "No," I said, "you hid for eight months." "I'm sorry," she said. Both Ke Xue and I fell silent, and the cafe became very quiet. Only from the painting "Lover" can there be the faint sound of waves. Suddenly there was a "dang dang" sound, and Ke Xue and I woke up at the same time.

Looking back, the boss actually opened the store door and walked out. Ke Xue and I looked at each other, not knowing what to say, so we turned our eyes back to the painting at the same time. Not long after, at the same time, he raised his head to meet the opponent's gaze. Then they laughed at the same time. "I've been drawing this picture for several months." Ke Xue finally spoke again. "Yeah." I nodded, "I can tell." "Like it?" "This painting is not about liking, but about love." Kexue was a little embarrassed, lowered her head, and stopped talking.

"However, her eyes are not fully painted." I pointed to the eyes of the woman in the painting, "It seems that there is still a little blank, why is that?" "I dug myself too deep, no amount of sea water can fill it up." Kexue smiled. "Why are you hollowing out yourself?" I asked. "All my previous feelings have been given to paintings. If I don't hollow out myself, how can I put my feelings for others?" "Sure enough, you chiseled yourself too deep and caused me to wait so long." I smiled, "In that stone sculpture, only the left eye was hollowed out, and the right eye was not hollowed out, did it?" "Have you been there too?" Ke Xue was surprised. "Yeah." I smiled again and nodded. "I didn't figure it out, so the left and right eyes were hollowed out." Kexue laughed. "That's fine, if there is a little blank left, when the sun shines, it will be full of enthusiasm; when the breeze blows, it will be tender." "Actually, there is another main reason why the eyes should be a little blank." Ke Xue said. "what reason?" "Because her lover hasn't seen the painting, if her lover has seen it and can feel it, then her eyes can be filled with color." "You can paint it all over now," I said. Kexue took out the paintbrush, adjusted the paint, and when she was about to paint the eyes of the woman in the painting, I said, "Want to know the ending?" "En." Ke Xue nodded and put down the brush. "In the end Kexue will ask: Why are we together?" "That's right, Ke Xue will definitely ask that." Ke Xue said. "Yishu will answer: because science pursues truth and art pursues beauty, and we are both kind, so when we combine together, we will reach the perfect realm of truth, goodness and beauty." "Will Yishu say that?" Ke Xue asked. "Yes, I would say that," I said. Ke Xue picked up the brush, dipped it in paint, and filled the eyes of the woman in the painting. jht. on April 20, 2004