Chapter 3 wedge one

Taipei is a beautiful city.The artistic atmosphere is strong.There are many galleries and art galleries in the streets and alleys. Galleries, or art galleries, display works of famous or not-known artists, irregular exhibitions or regular exhibitions, for people to appreciate and buy. Some art galleries occupy quite a large area, and some are relatively small. The one I went to that day was medium-sized. I am not an expert in painting and sculpture, but I like it very much.I don't have to pretend to be elegant and go to the art gallery specifically. To be honest, I went to that art gallery that day because the rain drove me in.

In early spring, there was a sudden shower of rain, which made the pedestrians on the street miserable.It started to rain, and I wanted to go to the destination in the rain, but the raindrops were getting heavier and heavier. Just at this time, I saw a staircase leading down with a rather large arc. Below it was an art gallery.I didn't even think about it, so I hurried down.When he got down there, he patted the rainwater off his body with his hands, and someone said, "Please sign!" Only then did I know that there was an art exhibition being held.Looking up, the large art gallery was quite deserted, and I immediately came into contact with the paintings on display.Most of the painters use a trembling line to paint. The style is very special, so I plan to take a look at it for a while, at least wait until the rain subsides.

So, I took the pen, signed a name, and looked at the paintings on display. I didn't appreciate each one carefully, so soon, I came to the exit at the other end, and that exit led to the other side. A showroom, I saw a lot of pottery, I want to go quickly to have a look. At this moment, I felt that someone was following me. I walked forward, and the footsteps behind followed. The footsteps were made by women wearing high heels. I stopped for a while, and the footsteps of the follower also stopped. I thought: Maybe it was another visitor, not following me, so I continued to walk forward and took another three or four steps. I can be sure that someone is following me!

I wonder, why would anyone follow me?No one knew that I was in Taipei, and I came to Taipei without any weird purpose. I stood still again, pretending to be looking at a painting in front of me, but in fact, I didn't pay attention to what kind of painting it was.I don't want the follower to know that I have been followed, so after I stood still, I lowered my head slightly and used a very skillful angle to see who was following me. I saw a pair of white high-heeled shoes with a new style, with a little muddy water on them, because it was raining outside.Then, I saw a pair of legs with extremely attractive lines and extremely white complexion. Below the bend of the legs, there was a pair of black satin trousers.This kind of trousers is a popular style.

At this moment, behind me, a slightly hoarse, but very beautiful voice sounded: "Mr. Wei, you finally noticed this painting!" I was stunned for a while, and within half a second, I knew that the woman, of course, saw my signature at the door, and it was nothing.It's worth wondering why she attached so much importance to the painting in front of me? I stood in front of that painting, not because I noticed it and wanted to appreciate it carefully.It was purely accidental: I found someone following me, and suddenly stood still, right in front of the painting! At this moment, I heard the woman say this, and naturally, I glanced at the painting in front of me.Seeing this, I couldn't help but blush a little, because I was standing very close to the painting, which was not an appropriate distance for appreciating a painting.

That painting shows a human head, but where the eyes and eyebrows should be, that is to say, on both sides of the nose, are occupied by two fan-shaped objects at an acute angle. The two fan-shaped, bluish-blue things looked like a ginkgo leaf that had been torn in half.The headlines of that human head were helplessly stiff. Since I was standing quite close, I also saw the label beside the painting at the same time, which was inscribed with the words "Mang Dian".Nature is the title of that painting. I don't think there is anything special about this "Dang Dian" painting compared with other paintings.

A magnetic voice sounded behind him again: "The title of this painting is 'Mang Dot'." I said "hmm", but I still didn't turn my head away. Part of it was to express my reserve, and part of it was because I was a layman to painting. The other party might be an artist. If you discuss this painting with me, then I have nothing to say easy to say. The beautiful voice sounded again: "What did the painter want to express? The eyes are partially covered and covered. I wonder why the painter didn't use the title 'Blind Spot' instead of 'Blind Spot'?"

I said casually: "Then you have to ask the artist, I think the artist may be here!" I am strongly implying that the other party does not have to discuss this painting with me anymore! However, the lady obviously didn't want to leave here, and she said: "There is a great novelist in Japan who used the word 'blind spot' to write a very brilliant novel." I expressed indifference, and said in a cold tone, "Yes, that is a very brilliant mystery novel!" The magnetic voice laughed, the laughter was very pleasant, not exaggerated, but full of challenges: "Mr. Wei, I have read many novels written by you. According to your own words: you describe the experience of life. Many weird stories. Thinking about the title of this painting, can Wesley have strange experiences and turn them into stories?"

I felt very funny in my heart: "It sounds like this is a bit like a music show!" Behind me, there was silence for a while, I thought the conversation between us was over, and there was another low sigh behind me: "I thought Mr. Wei could at least have a little association with this painting..." I said: "Anything can generate associations, but it is one thing to generate associations, and whether the associations generated can constitute a novel is another matter..." The pleasant voice said: "Yes, I have never written a novel, so I don't know about these things, but I think 'Blind Spot' can be associated with more than 'Blind Spot'!"

I immediately said: "Yes, the 'blind spot' is just a point or points that the eyes cannot see, but the 'blind spot' is connected with people's thinking, and the scope of the 'blind spot' is larger than that of the 'blind spot'. Human thinking , the point of being overwhelmed, or, too much.” The voice said: "Yes, that's probably what the artist wanted to express. Mr. Wei, I really hope you can express it in words." I had no choice but to say: "I will consider it." After I said this, I felt her turn and heard her footsteps again.

I couldn't help being curious, and turned my head. The lady had already walked to the entrance, and I could only see her back.She is tall and slender, with long hair draped in fluff, and her hands are white, perhaps because her clothes are all black. Since I didn't see her face-on, I couldn't estimate her exact age, I think, somewhere between twenty and thirty. I didn't have a chance to look at her further, she had already walked out, I stood for a while, and suddenly thought in my heart, at least I can look at her name in the autograph book like her. It was purely out of curiosity that I went to the entrance and looked at the signature book, very disappointed that there was no new sign next to my name, but a rather large question mark. I left that art gallery, and the rain stopped, and I kept walking, hoping to meet her again on the street, while I was thinking, what can I think of when I think about it from the "bang point" ?I said just now that it has something to do with people's thinking, and she agreed.Why is she interested in these two words?Was the conversation between her and me completely accidental, or was it planned long ago? I can't answer these questions.During the short stay in Taipei that followed, I did not meet this lady again. However, that conversation has been lingering in my mind, until one day, I suddenly realized the meaning of "Mangdian", which was after experiencing a series of weird things.At that time, I didn't think of this at all, probably because of my lack of thinking.