Chapter 22 2003 Summer Solstice Vortex Doomsday Light (2)

Waking up by an inexplicable sound in the morning, Li Xia opened his eyes and saw the phone vibrating on the ground, picked it up and saw that it was a call from the company's upper management, and hurriedly picked it up. Hello, I'm Lixia. Where is Fu Xiaosi? with me.What's the matter? I couldn't make it clear on the phone, the two of you will go back to the studio immediately.You will know when you come back.After hanging up the phone, Li Xia's heart began to beat wildly for no reason, and the tone of the company on the phone sounded as if something bad had happened.But what could be wrong?Have no idea.So he woke up Fu Xiaosi, and told the bar owner to wait for Yuyu and Qiqi to wake up and call a car to take them back home.

On the way, Fu Xiaosi continued to sleep on Lu Zhiang's shoulder, but Li Xia's fidgeting expression made Lu Zhiang feel a little bit. What's the matter?Lu Zhiang asked. I don't know, and I didn't know it on the phone. I don't know if you are still worried. It's because I don't know that I'm worried.Li Xia's voice sounded like she was about to cry.A trace of fear also flashed across Lu Zhiang's heart.Looking down at Fu Xiaosi on his shoulder, his sleeping face was extremely calm. There are three people sitting in the studio.All three are at the top of the company.It can be seen that everyone's complexion is not very good.Li Xia felt it when he walked into the studio.

Aron, who is directly in charge of the studio, pointed to the table. Li Xia looked along and saw a stack of thick newspapers. The front page of the top newspaper was a large portrait of Fu Xiaosi.Li Xia looked again and saw the big headline on the front page. At that moment, it was like five thunderbolts, and countless muffled thunders suddenly rolled in his heart: ——Famous painter Fu Xiaosi's best-selling album "The Kingdom of Burning Flowers" is suspected of plagiarism!Plaintiff Feng Xiaoyi sued recently! The newspaper in his hand slipped and fell to the ground without making a sound.

Fu Xiaosi came over and picked up the newspaper, and read it expressionlessly. After reading the articles line by line, Fu Xiaosi suddenly remembered the phone call he answered the day before Lu Zhiang came back. It has a lot to do with my phone number, but all my answers have been tampered with or cleverly spliced ​​into other places. May I ask if you have seen "Spring Flowers and Autumn Rain" before painting "The Kingdom of Burning Flowers"? I’ve seen it, I read it on the Internet a year ago, because I wanted to paint “The Kingdom of Burning Flowers”. So, did reading "Spring Flowers and Autumn Rain" have any impact on you?

I think it's beautiful and that's the style I want. Compared to you, the author of "Spring Flowers and Autumn Rain" should be much less famous than you, and almost no one is, so I will use her style, because few people have seen her paintings. That is to say, you are copying her painting style in painting? Well, it should be, like when we started learning art when we were young, we had to copy a lot of teacher's paintings, even now we have to keep borrowing other people's things, otherwise we won't be able to draw. Did you know that the author of "Spring Flowers and Autumn Rain" is now suing you for plagiarizing her painting "Spring Flowers and Autumn Rain"?Do you want to contact her to settle this matter privately?

Oh no?Then I will contact her privately. Fu Xiaosi was lying on the bed in the bedroom.In the outside room, Li Xia and several high-level executives of the company were discussing something, and vague human voices came through the door of the room. The ceiling doesn't seem to have been cleaned in a while, it feels like it's covered in dust and it tends to fall off.Otherwise, why are the eyes so uncomfortable? It seems that after a long time, the outside gradually quieted down.Everyone in the company should have left. knocking.It was Lixia Lu Zhiang who came in. Li Xia looked at Fu Xiaosi who was lying on the bed, and didn't know what to say, but felt his chest swell.She remembered that when Fu Xiaosi was scolded for only drawing trash that little girls liked, he just lay on the bed for a whole day without eating or drinking water.

The company tells you not to be affected by this incident, and prepare well for the release ceremony of the third album of "Island" in Wuhan.Li Xia whispered, trying to keep his voice as steady as possible.He didn't want Xiao Si to hear the sadness in his voice. Ok.Simple one word.Can't hear any emotion.Still looking at the ceiling, did not move. Lu Zhiang waved his hand, signaling Li Xia to go out first.Because he was about to cry when he saw Li Xia's appearance.Li Xia covered her mouth and tried not to make a sound, then carefully closed the door. Lu Zhiang lay down next to Fu Xiaosi, and watched the ceiling silently with him.Time covered the body like boiling water, and even the ticking sound in the air could be heard.And the sun outside the window finally rose, piercing through thousands of tiny clouds and shooting out dazzling rays of light.

When he closed his eyes slightly under the light, Lu Zhiang heard Xiao Si beside him say slowly and slightly choked up: Look at the sky outside, it's so blue and so high, I'm thinking, this summer is coming to an end soon.Xiao Ang, do you know that at the end of every summer, I feel very sad. I. will be. feel special.sad. The studio phone rang non-stop for the next few days.After Li Xia answered the phone, he couldn't help but lose his temper on the phone. "I have said that I have no comment, so why ask! You are sick!" The gate of the company was crowded with many reporters every day, they were waiting at the gate, trying to interview Fu Xiaosi.

Looking down from the window, Fu Xiaosi could see that the entrance of the building was always crowded with people holding microphones and machines.Fu Xiaosi closed the curtains, returned to the drawing board and continued drawing.But the mood is irritable, and I can't always adjust the color I want.After half an hour of tuning, it was tuned out, and when I wrote it down, it made a mess. Putting down the paintbrush and going online, I saw a few friends who used to paint together on MSN, because I was too outstanding in the industry, so I had very little contact with them, and one of them chatted on some occasions A few times, it felt okay, Xiao Si pretended to be very relaxed and typed a line: Hey, it's so annoying, I can't draw it, it's really hard work.

A very simple strike up, the purpose is to pass the time, hoping to get rid of the bad mood.But the answer I received was: It is 9, and now no one has copied it for you, so of course you can't draw it. At that moment, Fu Xiaosi was completely blank in front of the computer.What is this?Three days ago, this person was still desperately begging himself to help in a low voice, and put some of his paintings in the "Island" series of paintings. Fu Xiaosi didn't say much, but turned off PQSN calmly. Li Xia brought over a stack of documents, which were the details of the opening ceremony that were faxed from Wuhan.

Xiao Si, do you want to take a look first... Well, you put it on the table.Fu Xiaosi got up and went to the sofa, lay down, closed his eyes, and couldn't see any emotion. Li Xia put the documents on the table, then walked over and sat down on the sofa.Fu Xiaosi raised his head and put it on Lixia's lap. "Lixia," Fu Xiaosi turned his lower body slightly, looking at Lixia's face, "When will we go back to Asakawa No. 1 Middle School together, I really want to see those camphor trees. I don't know if there are any of them after we left. become more lush..." "it is good……" the time passes so fast.In the past, Li Xia felt that those poets and singers were always moaning without illness, and they sang songs lamenting that time is like flowing water all day long, and time flies like an arrow.But now, Li Xia really fully understands that rapid flow. It seems that in a blink of an eye, the whole summer flapped its wings and flew away, and the autumn that followed disappeared in an instant. In December, the first snow fell in Beijing.Winter has begun. And these half a year should be extremely long. There is an endless stream of people insulting and cursing Fu Xiaosi on the Internet.Those unpopular painters who used to scold Fu Xiaosi’s commercial works as vulgar and unmasculine, after getting tired of the previous arguments, now finally found a fresh topic and pestered plagiarism all day long. It seemed that Fu Xiaosi had taken all All the published paintings of the awards, as well as the efforts from childhood to adulthood, are all bullshit.There are even some absurd remarks such as "I wonder why his paintings sell so well, so they are plagiarized", Lixia sometimes hears those reporters' words and wants to shout whether they have any brains.If it is two identical art collections, why do they have to be copied before they become popular? But this is also impossible.Just like what Lu Zhiang said to Li Xia, Feng Xiaoyi will benefit no matter what the result is.Li Xia knew that what Lu Zhiang said was the truth, he just couldn't swallow this breath in his heart, but what if he couldn't swallow it?It can only be cursed countless times secretly. The phone in the studio has never stopped. Readers and reporters make countless calls every day. Every time, Li Xia asks them to look through two books by themselves, and then ask if there is any problem of plagiarism. Is "Spring Flowers and Autumn Rain" a big hit?So quickly add, don't look at it!As a result, news came out in the newspaper the next day: Fu Xiaosi was guilty of preventing others from watching "Spring Flowers and Autumn Rain", but he still couldn't stop the popularity of good works. "Spring Flowers and Autumn Rain" ranked tenth on the sales list. Lixia covered her mouth and cried while watching those reports.Those tears flowed between the fingers and evaporated, leaving tiny white salt. Half a year later, Fu Xiaosi went from being angry at the beginning, to being depressed later, to being sad later, and finally completely changed back to the appearance he was in the first year of high school. The age of six years old is full of camphor.Become that Fu Xiaosi who doesn't like to talk, doesn't like to laugh, has no expression, lives alone in his own world.The heavy fog in the eyes descends, thicker and thicker, until it blocks all the roads leading to the inner world. Get up every morning, ride a bicycle with Lu Zhiang to the forest park with a drawing board on your back, find a place to draw in the shadow of tall trees, return to the studio at sunset, and scan the paintings during the day to the computer for revision .No longer accept any announcements, no longer attend any signings.It was as if the whole thing had disappeared out of everyone's sight. All the affairs in the studio are handled by Lixia, and the lawsuit is also handled by the lawyer.After reading the two art collections, the lawyer said, there must be no problem, don't worry, the law will give justice to everyone. Li Xia nodded and said, yes.At that moment, Li Xia felt sad like a sponge filled with water, and it would overflow when touched. In fact, Lu Zhiang often thinks in his heart, how can the present day be so similar to high school, is God making up for the years of separation?Or in Xiao Si's world, he is doomed to be alone, he does not belong to this busy and vulgar world. Every day we paint together, eat together, hang out in the street together in casual clothes, wear sunglasses and pull down our hats, so that no one will recognize us, occasionally there will be girls in high school who will sneak by when they pass by He looked at himself and Xiao Si, and occasionally heard some young girls' conversations. Look at those two guys, they look great. ...Ugh... You even like this kind of old man...Have a little taste, don't you! Hmph, I know, in your eyes, only Qiao Suguang, from Class 7 of the third year, is good-looking!He is the prettiest boy in the world!Are you satisfied? Aren't you the same, when you saw Chen Guo from Class 7 of the third year, you turned into a beautiful tomato girl, and you were ashamed to say it. ... Those familiar conversations, with the familiar taste of many years ago, floated by my side.Except for the phrase "old man" that Lu Zhiang was a little bit overwhelmed with, for other words, it felt like going back in time.During those days in Asakawa No. 1 Middle School, I and Xiao Si walked in the sunshine of countless girls.In their hearts, the two boys were once legends. "I don't know where all those girls who liked me went." Drinking Coke, wearing a suit and sitting on the railing by the side of the road, Lu Zhiang still couldn't get rid of the habit of that little bastard after watching so much, "Now China is so lonely." "Go to the vegetable market and have a look. Those Aunt Wang and Aunt Shen who bought cabbage and radishes and went home to take care of their husbands were very infatuated with you back then." Fu Xiaosi still had the same cold mocking tone as before, looking back At some point, Lu Zhiang, who sat on the railing, almost spit out the Coke, "Come down!"!Next time you sit down, change into a pair of jeans for me before going out!What do you look like wearing a suit and sitting on the railing? Reach out and pull it down. What, do you want to fight? Who will accompany you crazy, how old are you.laugh. Hey, Xiao Si, you are getting old.No energy.You have to keep up with my rhythm and stay young forever! Are you not an Aquarius?Almost half a year older than me, you twenty-three-year-old man! You... ok, I can't say enough about you. I've been like this since I was a child. If you talk about it again, I'll cry in the street. If you have the ability, you can talk about it. Keep talking. ...you are crazy... During the half a year of being with Xiao Si, those summer days that had long been dead in memory, you all came back to life.The camphor gives off fresh branches and leaves, dyeing the new summer green.Sometimes I think that cruel human nature is not suitable for Xiao Si. Xiao Si, if you have a choice, I would rather you remain that innocent child who only knew how to draw and learn, and always be that rampant child with a bad temper. In my heart, you have always been like a little prince living in a happy heaven.All the dirty stuff has nothing to do with you. But you, like this, have to face the current life.Every time I think of this, I feel extra sad.One day I had a dream, the person in the dream was standing on the highest cliff all the time, all people are not as high as you, all people can only look up to you, even our friends are the same, Lixia and I And meet, just standing in many low places, I called your name several times, but you stood too high to hear.Then you suddenly fell off that cliff, and we tried to save you, but we couldn't get up. And after waking up from the dream, it was another heavy night after another.Those nights are so long, so long that even I feel afraid.Xiao Si, you must be strong.I used to think that if two people were bored together, it wouldn't be boring anymore.And now, I also feel that when two people are together, no matter how sad things are, they won't become sad. ——2002 Lu Zhiang It was already winter in a blink of an eye.Thick snow fell all over the city of Beijing.All the trees, houses, and flower beds along the street were all covered in white snow. It's already 2003.How time flies. Li Xia recalled the past half a year.All sad things, happy things, all surfaced.Happy things... It seems that I can't find happy things yet.Sad things happened one after another. Many times I feel so sad that I want to cry, but Xiao Si doesn't seem to feel it at all.But Li Xia knew, how could he not feel it.It should be kept in the deepest part of my heart, I don’t want to tell others.Even if I saw "The Kingdom of Burning Flowers" and the new version of "Spring Flowers and Autumn Rain" put together in the bookstore that day, and there was a girdle on the new book. "Flowers Burning XX Kingdom" completely plagiarized the album, if you don't believe it, you will know after reading..." At that time, Xiao Si didn't say anything. He picked up the book, put it down again, and walked out of the bookstore with his head down. . And surrounded by a raging crowd, and those words that penetrated the eardrums through the gap between people: ah?how is this possible?Did Xiao Si's painting collection plagiarize this bad book? You are sick, I think Fu Xiaosi is the one who died, don't be obsessed with it... However, I don't believe Xiao Si is such a person. OK...I'll buy it. These are the little things in life.None of this would make Xiao Si sad.In many cases, it was Fu Xiaosi who comforted Li Xia.He always told Lixia very gently that these things are not worth getting angry about.Li Xia raised his head to look at Fu Xiaosi's foggy eyes. The eyes that he had always teased as cataracts before were very gentle now. Every time Li Xia saw Xiao Si's eyes, Li Xia would cry a lot.As for Fu Xiaosi, he always held Lixia quietly with his arms outstretched. Xiaosi, I don’t know why, every time I’m in your arms, I feel that the world is very quiet for a moment, so quiet that I can hear the sound of the clean snow falling in the distant Asakawa, the snow in Beijing is very dirty, I I don't like it at all. Xiao Si, you once said, when we go back to Asakawa No. 1 Middle School to see those tall camphors that have been parted for a long time, you know, I have been looking forward to that day. ——2003 Lixia abada.cn (txt share) next page back to directory back to home page