回到公寓,白石直接扑到床上,拳击练习后的肌肉疲倦却又亢奋莫名,大脑中似乎都在起着同样的反应。摸索着把手伸向床边的柜子,白石拉开抽屉,抽出其中一张纸,展开到眼前细看,简单勾勒的线条寥寥几笔,却生气勃勃烧得视网膜隐隐作痛,白石忍不住轻声引用Sam Abell的话,“我最好的作品常常是无意识的,且超出我的理解能力之外。”——之前某次课间,两人曾热切地聊起Abell的作品以及他的“The Life of a photograph”。
难得完整的下午,没有例排课程,没有辅导安排,没有无聊的职员会议,白石直接在画室门上挂个“谢绝打扰”的牌子,打算在之前课堂草稿的基础上,整理出完整的分解教学示范图。把音乐播放器选到重复播放The Dark side of the Moon目录,接上音箱,调高音量,白石深呼吸,开始工作。
他进行得很顺利,整个下午他状态很好,想法明确,手法稳定,在看似按部就班展开的简约线条间享受着灵光乍现纵扫横抹的快感,直到他被某个意外的声音所干扰,然后辨别出来那是混在饱满紧迫乐声中格外单薄的手机铃声。
被打断进度让白石有些小不爽,反正被干扰了,他还是接通电话,希望对方能长话短说,“我是白石。”
“我是迹部景吾,”根本不会让人错认的高傲调子铿锵传来,“你在学院的话,马上到本大爷的画室来一趟。”
“?”白石还没搞清楚自己第一反应是对这种颐指气使的做派十分不想买帐,还是对大少爷心血来潮的传唤涌上强烈好奇,听到这边背景乐声的迹部倒笑了,“啊哈,Pink Floyd,有意思。”——啪嗒,手机被挂掉了。
无奈苦笑,白石不得不承认好奇心稍占上风。
应该说仁王上句话让白石陷入某种奇怪的恍惚,他依稀觉得那句话有点耳熟,然后突然开口,“Eight and a Half……”
仁王的视线转过来,又稳又狠地盯住他,“你在说什么?”
“你刚才那句,”白石回答,“我正好前几天在午夜剧场里看到过 ,Eight and a Half,很适合你的一句台词,不,应该说那电影。”
仁王挺起劲地看着他,笑容直白坦诚到让人吃惊,“我最爱的一部,你是个不错的家伙,白石藏之介,首演的时候你一定要来,最好拖上不二那家伙一起。”
I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands, sayin' How do you do?
They're really saying I love you"
I hear babies crying, I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll ever know
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world……
The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands, sayin' "How do you do?"
They're really saying "I love you" ……
(what a wonderful world 这个梗之前WB上轮过一回的妹子们都懂的,其实当时就突然想到,有可能的话要把这首如此有色彩感和如此动人的歌用在文里,Armstrong的原唱我是极爱的,可惜并不适合某个小孩,其实有很多年轻的男歌手演绎的版本,有兴趣的朋友可以去找来听。另外,我承认本章是和一个朋友打赌的产物,因为之前妹子们都说太纠结了,我觉得我写的也纠结,当时就开玩笑地说,我可以一章把它END掉的,其实我真觉得,这文可以在这里END了,没办法,在我看来,人生也好感情也好,就是没结论没句点的东西,不过我承认这样稍微有点小不负责,所以请允许继续写下去,况且写到17章才终于交代的本文最重要的伏笔,总得有个机会展开一下对吧对吧……)
I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands, sayin' How do you do?
They're really saying I love you"
I hear babies crying, I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll ever know
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
what a wonderful world……
回到公寓,白石直接扑到床上,拳击练习后的肌肉疲倦却又亢奋莫名,大脑中似乎都在起着同样的反应。摸索着把手伸向床边的柜子,白石拉开抽屉,抽出其中一张纸,展开到眼前细看,简单勾勒的线条寥寥几笔,却生气勃勃烧得视网膜隐隐作痛,白石忍不住轻声引用Sam Abell的话,“我最好的作品常常是无意识的,且超出我的理解能力之外。”——之前某次课间,两人曾热切地聊起Abell的作品以及他的“The Life of a photograph”。
难得完整的下午,没有例排课程,没有辅导安排,没有无聊的职员会议,白石直接在画室门上挂个“谢绝打扰”的牌子,打算在之前课堂草稿的基础上,整理出完整的分解教学示范图。把音乐播放器选到重复播放The Dark side of the Moon目录,接上音箱,调高音量,白石深呼吸,开始工作。
他进行得很顺利,整个下午他状态很好,想法明确,手法稳定,在看似按部就班展开的简约线条间享受着灵光乍现纵扫横抹的快感,直到他被某个意外的声音所干扰,然后辨别出来那是混在饱满紧迫乐声中格外单薄的手机铃声。
被打断进度让白石有些小不爽,反正被干扰了,他还是接通电话,希望对方能长话短说,“我是白石。”
“我是迹部景吾,”根本不会让人错认的高傲调子铿锵传来,“你在学院的话,马上到本大爷的画室来一趟。”
“?”白石还没搞清楚自己第一反应是对这种颐指气使的做派十分不想买帐,还是对大少爷心血来潮的传唤涌上强烈好奇,听到这边背景乐声的迹部倒笑了,“啊哈,Pink Floyd,有意思。”——啪嗒,手机被挂掉了。
无奈苦笑,白石不得不承认好奇心稍占上风。
应该说仁王上句话让白石陷入某种奇怪的恍惚,他依稀觉得那句话有点耳熟,然后突然开口,“Eight and a Half……”
仁王的视线转过来,又稳又狠地盯住他,“你在说什么?”
“你刚才那句,”白石回答,“我正好前几天在午夜剧场里看到过 ,Eight and a Half,很适合你的一句台词,不,应该说那电影。”
仁王挺起劲地看着他,笑容直白坦诚到让人吃惊,“我最爱的一部,你是个不错的家伙,白石藏之介,首演的时候你一定要来,最好拖上不二那家伙一起。” 作者: 冰辰 时间: 2012-6-16 22:59
I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands, sayin' How do you do?
They're really saying I love you"
I hear babies crying, I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll ever know
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world……
The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands, sayin' "How do you do?"
They're really saying "I love you" ……
I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands, sayin' How do you do?
They're really saying I love you"
I hear babies crying, I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll ever know
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
what a wonderful world……