A healing writer? No, it's a depressing writer!

Chapter 286: There are always people who are better than you! The calmness and composure of the older generation of artists! Art is all about showing off!
Jiang Hai thought he would become famous, but he didn't expect that he would be so famous?

The moment they got off the Coaster business bus, the teachers and students of Beijing Normal University rushed towards the river and the sea like a tide.

"Teacher Jiang Hai, please give me an autograph."

"Teacher Jiang Hai, I really enjoy reading your books."

"Teacher Jiang Hai"

People’s success or failure should not be judged by their age. It does not mean that older people will necessarily achieve success. Being old and having ability are two completely different things.

The older generation always likes to teach the younger generation from the perspective of an experienced person:
"I have walked more roads than you have eaten salt."

In fact, this sentence is a complete paradox.

If older people were necessarily capable, there wouldn't be so many mediocre people in this world.

The reason why elders always like to use such words to admonish young people is because the only thing they can show off to their younger generations is their age.

“Have you lived more than 10,000 days, or have you lived just one day, repeated more than 10,000 times?”

If you think about this principle clearly, many problems will be easily solved.

Different from the older generation who like to preach.

Obviously, Jiang Hai is a young, experienced person who has made his own achievements.

Based on this, many young people, especially literary young people who aspire to become writers, regard the writer Jiang Hai as a role model.

Jiang Hai got off the bus and was immediately surrounded by his classmates.

Seeing that the road to the gymnasium was blocked by fanatical book fans, Jiang Hai could only take the pen and helplessly shouted to the classmates around him:

"Don't worry, take them one at a time."

"Everyone please don't push"

There is a gap between writers.

The writers who were able to join the Chinese writers' delegation to France for exchanges are all authoritative figures in today's literary world and are the top names in today's literary world.

But even so, there are still gaps between us.

The writers' delegation entered the stadium in batches. The writers who entered the stadium on the same bus as Jiang Hai included well-known literary giants in the current literary world, including Su Ruici, Yang Chengyun, and Chi Zijian.
Even though they were all top-notch figures in today's literary world, as soon as they got off the car, they swarmed towards the river and the sea.

Only a few readers were left, and they came to the writers headed by Su Ruici:

"Hello Mr. Su, I really like your article "Trees and Shadows", could you please give me an autograph?"

They are both well-known writers. Jiang Hai is incredibly popular among young people and has so many readers.

And here on my side.
But it was surprisingly deserted.

This made the writers who were traveling with Jiang Hai feel a little embarrassed.

"Haha, of course." Writer Su Ruici smiled brightly and signed his name for the few readers who came to ask for autographs. Then he looked in the direction of Jiang Hai and jokingly looked at the writers around him, "It seems that young people still like young people. We old guys are all old."

A few people stood there and talked for a while. Seeing that no more readers came forward, they walked straight into the stadium venue.

Only the flustered Jiang Hai was left there alone.

"This is yours, thank you."

"This is yours, thank you."

Jiang Hai's handwriting is not beautiful. It is just ordinary calligraphy mixed with some exquisite brush strokes.

Compared with those who practice calligraphy, it is slightly inferior.

Compared with ordinary people, it is a little better.

Jiang Hai casually took a copy of The Sun Also Rises and wrote his own name on the title page, then thoughtfully wrote the reader's name:

"Jiang Hai, to Deng Bingying."

Jiang Hai raised his head and looked directly at the sweet-looking girl with a ponytail in front of him:
"Yes, I have it."

Just as he looked up, Jiang Hai saw a familiar face next to this sweet-looking girl.

this is not.
Shen Yue, Miss Shen?
"Uh, long time no see." Jiang Hai was stunned for a moment, then he smiled and greeted her, "I heard you came to Beijing Normal University to study?"

“It’s been a long time since I last saw you.”

"Thank you, Teacher Jiang Hai." Deng Bingying, president of the Beijing Normal University Literature Society, had just put away Jiang Hai's autograph as if it were a treasure. When she raised her head, she saw that her favorite writer Jiang Hai was actually greeting Shen Yue?
She immediately widened her watery eyes and looked at Shen Yue beside her. The surprise in her eyes was beyond words, and it seemed as if she was saying:

"You actually know Teacher Jiang Hai???"

After going through so many things and suffering the beatings of society, Shen Yue has lost some of her arrogant edges and become more willing to compromise with the world.

She smiled at Jiang Hai with relief:
"Yes, I have been here for more than a year."

"Long time no see~"

Jiang Hai always felt that Shen Yue had changed a lot, but he couldn't tell exactly where the change was.

It’s just like the cold and arrogant girl with thorns all over her body.

At this moment, become easy-going and docile.

It can be seen that she has experienced a lot and changed a lot during this period.

In fact, Shen Yue is indeed a very talented girl. Even though she came to Beijing Normal University from Chengxi Academy of Drama, she was still able to excel in the university and become the top in the Chinese Department.

But
This kind of top level should also be divided into people, and who should be compared with?
Compared with her peers, she can still be considered outstanding and is a favored child of heaven that everyone envies.

But compared with Jianghai
The gap is more than just a little bit.

With her good looks and talent far beyond her peers, Shen Yue still has a considerable number of followers in the school even though she came to Beijing Normal University from Chengxi Academy of Drama.

Seeing that the famous Chinese department's talented lady actually let down her guard in front of Jiang Hai
He showed a relieved and gentle smile.

This made the classmates around him suddenly amazed:

"It's been more than a year, and this is the first time I've seen Shen Yue smile so happily."

"She actually knows Teacher Jiang Hai?"

In fact, there was no rift between Jiang Hai and Shen Yue. Even if there had been some unpleasantness before, it was actually just the mistakes made when they were young and frivolous.

Now that old friends have reunited, the barriers they once had are no longer there, and they can forget all grudges with a smile.

But at least I will smile and sigh:

"Time flies by so fast."

“This change is really huge.”

It’s hard to believe that there was a boy who once competed with me for a seat in the library.

Now, I have achieved such an achievement?
While sighing, I couldn't help but feel happy for Jiang Hai from the bottom of my heart:
"Congratulations, you have fulfilled your promise"

The two were not given much time to exchange pleasantries.

Wearing the national emblem, Chen Hanying, who is known as the beauty of CAFA and has a pure and beautiful appearance, squeezed through the crowd to Jiang Hai, patted his shoulder, and said softly:
"Jiang Hai, it's time to enter the scene"

To what extent is Chen Hanying beautiful?
Even if Jiang Hai is among the crowd.

But as soon as Chen Hanying appeared, the eyes of the opposite sex around her couldn't help but gather crazily in her direction.

Even girls like Shen Yue and Deng Bingying, who could score over 90 points in terms of appearance, couldn't help but feel ashamed when standing next to Chen Hanying.

"Okay." Jiang Hai took over the conversation and nodded towards Shen Yue with a smile, "Then I'll go in first."

Then, without any hesitation, he took big steps and entered the venue.

Even though many things were not said in detail.

But they all knew that the moment Jiang Hai strode into the venue.

This time, it's two completely different worlds.

Everyone's life trajectory has changed from this moment
"The girl who just spoke is so pretty." Deng Bingying first sighed at Chen Hanying's beauty, then turned around and looked at Shen Yue beside her with curiosity, "Yueyue, it seems that you know Teacher Jiang Hai? It seems."

"You two are actually classmates?"

True letting go is not about hiding, but about speaking openly and with relief about what you have experienced.

In response to Deng Bingying’s question:

"Tell me quickly, what kind of person is Teacher Jiang Hai?"

First, she glanced at Jiang Hai's back with relief, then recalled the past in Chengxi class. Shen Yue smiled and recounted the past with Deng Bingying:
“That’s a very interesting person.”

Enter from the gymnasium entrance to the center of the venue.

The scene was already full of people.

In addition to the authors and artists who were invited to the event, there were also reporters from CCTV and major local stations.

Originally, Jiang Hai thought that he was an outlier among writers, and he was the most capable one in the group of writers.

Who would have thought.
There are people outside people, and there are days outside the sky.

There are actually warriors at the scene?

Most people who engage in art have bold and unrestrained temperaments, and especially those who can make great achievements in the field of art, almost none of them are normal people.

From Van Gogh to Picasso, and from Monet to Da Vinci.

Or, it's depression.

Or, you will be autistic for the rest of your life.

As soon as Jiang Hai walked into the door, he saw a middle-aged man with a flat head, wearing a black suit and black-rimmed glasses, standing in front of the camera and being interviewed by a TV reporter.

The reporter tried to ask the middle-aged man:

"Teacher Chen Danqing, what do you think art is?"

The middle-aged man took out a cigarette box from his pocket, took out a cigarette from the box, and lit it directly:

"What is art? It must be pretending." When he said this, he exhaled a thick mist from his mouth.

“Art is all about showing off. I’ve loved showing off since I was a kid.”

“Obviously, I succeeded now.”

The middle-aged man smoking and accepting the interview immediately caught Jiang Hai's attention, which made him walk to the backstage involuntarily, sighing as he walked:
"Smoking in front of the camera, so fierce?"

The reporter obviously didn't expect that in such an occasion, the man in front of him would suddenly take out a cigarette from his pocket and even light it up?
However, since it was a live broadcast and the identity of the person opposite her, she couldn't say much.

I can only bite the bullet and continue the interview:

“What do you think is the biggest difference between Chinese and American oil paintings?”

"In other words."

“How do you judge American painters today?”

Hearing this, the middle-aged man fell into deep thought for a long time.

He held a cigarette in his right hand, raised his head and looked up at the sky. After a long silence, he uttered a shocking word:
"Stupid."

"All the American painters I've met are idiots."

"They paint all day long, all year round. I feel ashamed when I see them."

On such a solemn occasion.

In front of the camera of media interview.

There is actually a painter and writer who smokes and yells at people in front of the camera, calling them idiots???
If this is really broadcast.
What happened???

The reporter quickly cut off the live broadcast, and then said to him helplessly:

"Teacher Chen Danqing, can we be a little more particular about our choice of words, or should we say, a little..."

"Be more elegant?"

"We can't broadcast the interview if you accept it like this."

He seemed like he was being wronged and was quite unwilling to accept the result.

The middle-aged man spread his hands and said very unhappily:
"Fuck, what's wrong with me? I think I'm very elegant."

Before meeting Chen Danqing, Jiang Hai thought he was already a top figure in the abstract art world.

After all, he is probably the only writer in the entire literary world who dares to curse "Fuck you" on a public platform?
Who would have thought.
There are people outside the world.

Jiang Hai asked himself, he should not dare to smoke in front of the CCTV camera and say words like "pretentious", "fuck", and "idiot".

Watching Chen Danqing discussing seriously with the reporter:
"Why is it ungentlemanly when I call someone an idiot? I don't think idiot is an insulting adjective."

Jiang Hai couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart:
"Starting from zero frame?"

“Is this the calmness and composure of the older generation of artists?”

"I'm taught. I'm taught."

Do you want to know who Chen Danqing is?
A top student who graduated from the Central Academy of Fine Arts in the 80s, his graduation painting was sold at an auction house for a whopping 28 million yuan when he was only 1.6 years old.

He is one of the most valuable living painters in the world.

For most painters, their paintings only start to become valuable after they die, such as Van Gogh and Monet.
But Chen Danqing is different. While he is still alive, his paintings have been auctioned for over 100 million yuan.

Most people only know that Chen Danqing is a painter, but in fact, few people know that he is also a writer.

Chen Danqing has many representative works in literature, such as "New York Notes", "Redundant Materials", "Retrogression Collection", "Ten Years of Returning to China", etc.
However, due to his amazing achievements in art, people once overlooked the fact that he was also a writer.

It is precisely because he is both a painter and a writer.

That's why he appears here today.

“It’s a bit interesting.”

Jiang Hai sighed and said that he originally wanted to go closer to see how the older generation of artists were interviewed and learn from them.

Who would have thought that the usually gentle Chen Hanying would behave out of character at this moment.

He dragged Jiang Hai and started walking in the opposite direction:

"Go quickly, go quickly."

"What are you doing?" Jiang Hai tried to break free from Chen Hanying's restraints. "It's so interesting, I want to watch it for a while longer."

Unexpectedly, before he could finish his words.

The middle-aged man's powerful voice suddenly sounded:

"Stand there!"

"You didn't even say hello when you saw me? Hanying, why are you running away?"

Seeing Chen Danqing walking towards him and even calling out Chen Hanying's name, Jiang Hai was completely stunned:
"You two know each other???"

Chen Hanying was helpless. She let go of Jiang Hai's sleeve and whispered in Jiang Hai's ear:
"He is my uncle."

After hearing this, Jiang Hai also reacted.

Similarly, both graduated from CAFA.

Similarly, they are all majored in oil painting.
Both of them have the same surname Chen
"I knew you had a complicated background." Jiang Hai looked at Chen Hanying thoughtfully, "With an uncle like this, it's no wonder you can be so successful at CAFA."

Hearing Jiang Hai's words, Chen Hanying immediately said seriously:
"First of all, my admission to CAFA was the result of my own efforts and has nothing to do with my family."

"Secondly, my uncle has a bad temper, so you'd better stay away from him for a while."

After saying this, Chen Hanying immediately walked in front of Jiang Hai and protected him behind her.

Then he nodded obediently at Chen Danqing:
"Hello, uncle"

The saying that intellectuals look down on each other is absolutely true.

Chen Danqing's eccentric and strange personality is well-known not only in the art world but also in the literary circle.

Talent, there is no doubt about it, this guy definitely has it.

But it depends on how hard it is to offend people.

That is really too much.

It was precisely because he was too outspoken and had a strange personality that he offended quite a number of people in the circle.

He once publicly stated:
"The context is broken!"

"All writers alive in China are idiots."

It was precisely because of his indiscriminate and radical remarks that he made many enemies, and quite a number of intellectuals disliked him.

Those who like him regard him as a spiritual leader.

Those who don't like him directly attack him as a traitor:

"Who do you think you are to say that the cultural context is broken?"

"All living writers are idiots? Then are you a writer? And what kind of idiot are you???"

"If you are into art, just do it. Don't try to get involved in other circles. If you are into painting, don't get involved in the affairs of the literary circle."

As far as Chen Hanying could remember, she had never heard Chen Danqing praise any writer.

Teacher Liu?

What is this about?
Writer Jia?
This horse is also a person
It was because she understood her uncle's character that Chen Hanying subconsciously wanted Jiang Hai to stay away from him.

My uncle is a man who cannot tolerate any grain of sand in his eyes.

Jiang Hai is a person who cannot bear to suffer any loss.

If Chen Danqing came over and cursed at Jiang Hai:
"Little bastard, don't you look at what you are writing? You are just writing bullshit to mislead people."

Jiang Hai responded with one sentence:
"What the hell do I write? What's your business?"

"Old man, why don't you just die?"

The old one with bad temper versus the young one with bad temper.

Aren’t these two going to have a fight on the spot?
It was precisely based on her understanding of Chen Danqing's character that Chen Hanying repeatedly reminded Jiang Hai:
"No matter what my uncle says later, don't bother with him, don't take it to heart, and remember that adults are magnanimous."

Jiang Hai didn't believe in Chen Hanying's vaccination at all.

Is it so scary?

Chen Danqing walked quickly to the two of them and did not continue talking to Chen Hanying.

He just stood there, staring at Jiang Hai quietly.

Jiang Hai showed no sign of weakness and glared back.

The atmosphere suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

There’s a saying that goes, if people of the same sex look at each other for more than three seconds, they’re either going to fight or kiss.

Chen Hanying couldn't stand this weird atmosphere and was about to speak:
"If you have something to say, please talk nicely. Uncle, please don't curse me."

Unexpectedly, before she could continue speaking.

Chen Danqing took out a pack of Zhongnanhai cigarettes from his suit pocket and threw a cigarette at Jiang Hai:

"Have one?"

Jiang Hai didn't waste any time, and went straight to Zhongnanhai as if he was familiar with the place:
"If you want me to have one, I'll have one."

(End of this chapter)