Exciting 1979!

Chapter 48 Star Art Exhibition
After passing this slope, Liu Rulong asked to change and let him ride.

Wei Ming thought about it and agreed. Yanjing is high in the northwest and low in the southeast. They happened to come from the northwest, so the road was basically downhill. Besides, he had been riding for two hours and was indeed a little tired.

"Row."

After changing positions, Wei Ming asked curiously, "What kind of business does uncle do in Hong Kong?"

"I don't know either. He often writes to my mother but seldom to me. I even suspect that he has another son over there." Actually, they haven't seen each other for four years.

"That shouldn't be the case. In fact, you can also write to him."

"I wrote, but it wasn't a letter, mostly just drawings." Speaking of this, Liu Rulong was a little shy.

He expressed his longing for his father and his own life in the form of comics, which made it less corny.

Speaking of comics, "By the way, do you know who taught us yesterday?"

"Who?"

"Fang Cheng!"

Wei Ming had heard of this name from him. They were the three great men in the Chinese comics industry: Hua Junwu, Ding Cong, and Fang Cheng.

Then Liu Rulong talked in detail about Mr. Fang’s teaching process and Mr. Fang’s recent main focus - ink comics.

Liu Rulong knew that Wei Ming also liked to read comics and cartoons, so he deliberately picked topics that interested him.

Wei Ming also mentioned the movie "Nezha Conquers the Dragon King" which he watched some time ago.

"I watched it, too. It was so stunning. I hope I can be lucky enough to be involved in such a masterpiece in the future, even if it's just a small screw."

Then he said worriedly: "It's a pity that our animated films have only had two excellent feature films in the past few decades, "Havoc in Heaven" and "Nezha Conquers the Dragon King", and we don't know when the next one will be."

Over the next twenty years, domestic films fared badly, and domestic animations fared even worse. The domestic film market began to recover with "Hero", but domestic animations had to wait until "The Return of the Great Sage" to gain high recognition from the market.

Along the way, the two of them basically talked about movies, animation and other things. Liu Rulong was careful not to touch Wei Ming's sensitive areas, such as how he was doing at Peking University.

It’s easy to imagine that working can’t lead a comfortable life.

When the two of them rode to Nanluoguxiang, it was almost 12 o'clock, so they decided to eat a bowl of authentic noodles with soybean sauce.

Liu Rulong said generously: "I'll treat you for this meal. I'll come to see you some other time and let you treat me again."

"Okay~" Wei Ming was not pretentious. When he was in school, he often went home with Liu Rulong to eat. In order to please Liu Rulong's mother, Teacher Yang, Wei Ming worked most diligently in the two subjects she taught, Chinese and English.

Not to mention Chinese, I got 95 points (out of 100) in the English college entrance examination, the same score as Yu Minhong next year. Unfortunately, the final score is only calculated based on 10%.

Nanluoguxiang at that time was very different from the Internet-famous street in later generations, but it was also a busy street with many shops. Not only was there the National Academy of Chinese Opera, but also the Love in Courtyard Courtyard nearby.

After dinner, they walked along the back street of the art museum and soon arrived at the National Art Museum of China. The architectural shape itself was very artistic.

Liu Rulong said regretfully: "It's so beautiful. If I had known I would have bought a camera first!"

Wei Ming was extremely envious. With overseas connections and foreign exchange, one could do whatever he wanted.

But who doesn't have overseas connections? Wei Ming's heart suddenly became hot~
When passing by the park outside the museum, they saw that the iron fences of the park were covered with strange oil paintings, ink paintings, woodcuts and wood carvings.

The artistic sensitivity of the two made them stop the car in tacit understanding.

These strange things also attracted many passers-by or visitors like them who planned to enter the museum to see the exhibition.

Liu Rulong was puzzled: "Why is there an exhibition outside?"

Wei Ming: "It's quite interesting, let's take a look first."

"it is good!"

The two walked and looked, and from time to time they would stop to guess the intention of the creator. Because many works are abstract and avant-garde, not the kind of paintings that can be understood at a glance. Of course, it is not the kind of painting that only draws a line on a piece of cloth and then sells it to you for 10 million.

After walking two steps, Liu Rulong suddenly pointed to a sign and said, "Look, this exhibition has a name. It's called the Stars Art Exhibition."

Wei Ming also saw it. There was a suggestion box next to it. He thought, so this is the Stars Art Exhibition!

This was a very important cultural event in the 70s and 80s, and many people in the art circle are obsessed with this "star".

However, when Wei Ming went to Beijing for the second time, it was already the 90s, and the "Xingxing" II died. There was another session the next year, but it disappeared, leaving only a legend.

To be honest, Wei Ming later saw too many art exhibitions at home and abroad and thought these paintings were child's play. However, for Liu Rulong, who always painted in a conventional way, and the general public who had never been exposed to avant-garde art, these creations had a huge impact.

Standing in front of a wood sculpture titled "Silence", Liu Rulong once again regretted not buying a camera first.

The more than 40-meter-long iron fence of the park is densely covered with these avant-garde works of art, probably more than a hundred pieces.

Liu Rulong sighed, "I feel like I won't be able to go to the art museum today."

Someone nearby interrupted and said, "I just came out from inside. It's not interesting. It's all old-fashioned stuff. It's not as good as what's outside. Although I don't understand it, I was shocked."

One inside and one outside, one old and one new, it was like a collision of two thoughts. Wei Ming thought it was quite interesting, so he became more curious about what was inside.

However, when he saw the next work, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

This is an abstract oil painting called "Hope".

In this painting, the artist placed four symbolic objects: stone, fire, lamp, and road, on the land where dawn was approaching.

This puzzled Aaron: "How can this be hope?"

A college-aged girl next to him said, "Because ideals are stones that strike out sparks; ideals are fire that lights up extinguished lamps!"

Aaron was even more confused. What the hell?

Seeing that Liu Rulong had never even heard of this poem that had recently gone viral among universities in Beijing, and looked uneducated, the other party was too lazy to pay attention to him.

"Isn't there the author's name? The creators are all here, you can go ask him yourself." said another girl who was with the girl.

There are indeed notes underneath these works, which include not only the creators but also some brief introductions to the works.

The author of this painting is Zhong Acheng, and he also wrote: This work was created based on "Ideal" by the poet Wei Ming.

Liu Rulong suddenly laughed: "A Ming, there is a poet with the same name as you!"

Wei Ming had no intention of hiding it from his brother, but he had never asked about his recent situation before, so now was a good time to confess to him.

"This Wei Ming is me," he said.

Liu Rulong: “…”

Aaron was waiting for Wei Ming to burst out laughing, but he didn't and remained very serious.

"So, this is true?!"

Wei Ming nodded.

Well, there was nothing unacceptable for Liu Rulong. After all, it was just two lines of poetry. Wei Ming's composition was often recited as a model essay in class. So it was just a modern poem.

"As expected, gold shines wherever it goes. So besides working at Peking University, you are also a poet, right?" Liu Rulong patted Wei Ming's shoulder.

Wei Ming: "Well, it's not just a poet..."

He was about to say something else when someone suddenly walked up to him, looked him up and down, and then shouted in surprise: "You, you are Wei Ming? The Wei Ming who composed the poem "Ideal" in seven steps?!"

(End of this chapter)