White Swan

Chapter 43

Seeing Qiao Fei's silence, Shi Xubai took his cold hands and covered them in his own, but his own hands were also a little cold, which didn't bring much warmth to Qiao Fei.

"If you don't want to go home, then I'll take you to a good place, okay? Just treat it as an apology to you. "

Qiao Fei didn't hesitate this time, just nodded and let Shi Xubai pull him up from the ground.

As long as you don't go home, you can go anywhere.

"Are you really coming with me? Are you afraid I'll sell it to you?" Shi Xubai got on the motorcycle and handed the helmet to Qiao Fei.There was a smile in his eyes, and he looked more relaxed. He gathered his coat and made room for Qiao Fei behind the motorcycle.

Holding the helmet in her arms, Qiao Fei hesitated before getting into the car, thinking carefully why she was persuaded by him so quickly, and finally blamed the reason on Shi Xubai's gentle eyes and a secure smile.

Shi Xubai made him feel very safe, like the sunshine shining into the dance room at noon, and also like returning home after a tiring journey.

Maybe falling in love with someone can make excuses for him without reservation, Qiao Fei is willing to believe what he wants to believe, so he may have already forgiven Shi Xubai in his heart.

But he didn't dare to sink too deep, for fear that one day the sun would lose its light again.

"I'll sell it if I sell it, anyway, I'm not worth much." Qiao Fei supported Shi Xubai's shoulders and sat behind him, wrapped his arms around his waist naturally, and added in a low voice, "It's best Sell ​​me abroad so he can never find me again."

After driving for more than half an hour, the motorcycle finally stopped in front of a magnificent building.

This building occupies almost a street, and the light golden lights make it look luxurious and high-end. There is a long fountain in front of it, and the sound of running water is clear and pleasant.

Qiao Fei sat on the back seat of the motorcycle, watched Shi Xubai take off his helmet, and asked him, "Where did you take me?"

The sound of the engine was a bit loud, he almost had to shout out for Shi Xubai to hear.Shi Xubai turned off the ignition, took off his helmet and threw it on the handle, and helped Qiao Fei get off the motorcycle, "You'll know if you get in."

Still playing tricks, Qiao Fei followed Shi Xubai slowly, making a face behind him.

There were a few security guards standing at the entrance of the building, all wearing thick black down jackets, looking a little solemn.

"Are you really going to sell me?" Qiao Fei grabbed Shi Xubai's clothes from behind, "If you can sell it for a good price, you can give the money to your uncle, maybe he won't bother you anymore. "

Shi Xubai looked back at him with complicated eyes, and said after a while, "Baby, don't joke about this kind of thing."

When I went in, I found out that it was originally an exhibition of famous Impressionist paintings, and the first and second floors were both exhibition areas.Qiao Fei hadn't been to the museum much, so she suddenly became interested and looked around curiously.

"Two days ago, I saw that there was a temporary exhibition of the museum exhibition here. Today is the last day. I originally wanted to take you to see it a few days ago." Shi Xubai bought two tickets and took an exhibition book from the shelf Handed the brochure to Qiao Fei, "There should be something you like on the second page of No. 30, but don't read it yet, it's a surprise."

Qiao Fei nodded, and obediently held the booklet in her hand, resisting the urge to open it.

There was soothing and melodious music playing in the exhibition, probably because the Chinese New Year was approaching, but there were not many people inside.They wandered around casually, looking at various oil paintings hanging on the wall.

On the east side of the exhibition area, there is a small corner illuminated by light orange lights. In the corner between the two walls, there is a display glass cabinet with a statue inside.

Qiao Fei recognized the statue at a glance, and couldn't help taking a small breath.

It was a ballerina girl in a glass cabinet. It closed its eyes and looked up at the sky, with a painful expression on its face.

The sculpture is called "14-year-old Dancing Girl", made by the famous French impressionist Edgar Degas.The original statue is made of colored wax, while the exhibition's copy is made of copper.

The little dancer is not beautiful, but rather ugly, with her hands clasped behind her back, her neck protruding slightly forward, her back slightly hunched, her shoulders stretched back into an unnatural arc.

This corner of the exhibition area is very hidden, and there is no one around, which makes the little dancing girl in the glass cover look even more lonely under the light orange light.Qiao Fei walked up to it slowly, as if afraid of disturbing it, even the footsteps were quiet.

The position of the glass cabinet is a bit high, and Qiao Fei raised his head slightly to look at the sculpture by the light.

"Artis not what you see, but what you make others see." Shi Xubai stood behind Qiao Fei and said something softly.

He speaks English very well, with clear standard American pronunciation.

Qiao Fei didn't understand, she turned around and looked up at Shi Xubai, waiting for him to explain to herself.

"Art is not only what you see, but also what you let others see." Shi Xubai did not look at Qiao Fei, but looked up at the little dancer, "This is what Degas said, and he may have said a lot more Anything else, but this is the one that impresses me the most."

Jophy remembered reading The Little Dancer as a child, which was inspired by a little girl Degas knew named Marie.Mary's family was very poor. In order to subsidize the family, she had to learn to dance and participate in performances in the opera house.

She worked very hard, put in more time and effort than others, just because she knew she had no talent, but in the end she was kicked out of the opera just because she was late for a rehearsal.

"Actually, many art critics have said that this statue has no sense of beauty, it is an ugly monster in art." Shi Xubai smiled regretfully at Qiao Fei, "It even makes some people think that ballet is not beautiful in essence, it is a dancer. Struggling and asking for help based on pain."

There is some truth in saying that a ballerina needs self-control and perseverance that ordinary people cannot do.But ballet is still an art after all. In pursuit of beauty and elegance, countless people dance day and night, pushing their bodies to the limit, just for the so-called perfection.

Looking at the little dancer, Qiao Fei said to Shi Xubai: "What's the matter with being ugly, not as many people come to the museum to see it."

Whoever said that art must be beautiful, what matters is the feeling it can bring to people, not the floating beauty on the surface, that is not true, it is just an illusion.

"I want to go to Washington to see the original, and I want to dance with the little dancing girl when the museum is empty."

Shi Xubai was silent for a while after hearing this, and finally asked him seriously: "Then can I go with you? I want to watch you dance and be your only audience."

Qiao Fei blushed a little and nodded.

There is an entire exhibition area in the exhibition dedicated to the works of Edgar Degas. Most of his paintings are related to ballet. The ballerina girls in the paintings are vivid, with soft and bright colors.

Qiao Fei stayed in this exhibition area for a long time, and only reluctantly went to the next exhibition area after reading all of Degas's paintings carefully.