It is better to fall in love than to tear down CP [entertainment circle]

Wang Xunli is a contemporary creator of painting, installation, video and performance art. Most of his works span time and space, building a bridge between the universe and thought.

He is good at using fireworks and fireworks as a medium to express human emotions and will, and this "The Birth of Hope" also uses the unique artistic language of fireworks to inspire the world shrouded in NCP and comfort the suffering. Doomed people.

When they drove to the Cognac River in the inner city, people were already standing outside the white marble guardrail beside the river. Because of their height, the two of them found the best angle and stood on the periphery.

Bu Qingyun likes various forms of expression, such as songs, paintings, street performances, and even billboards. He can feel different emotions through these things. Sometimes, when he goes out with Yan Chang and the others, he is often dragged away. Yan Chang complained while pulling him, "Oh! Qingqing, if you don't stare at you for a while, you will get lost again. What's so interesting about that billboard? Is it better than the football game we went to see?"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing, and asked Luo Yunqu, "Why did you think of taking me to watch the fireworks?"

"It's not your fan's request, don't think too much about it," Luo Yunqu thought about how to explain it, so that the little dumb crane would feel that he didn't put his mind to it, "Uh... I just looked it up on the Internet today and saw There is such a project, I think you will like it, so I invite you to see it.” In fact, he compared it with watching movies, skiing, etc., and felt that this art form is unique, novel and rare, so he finally chose fireworks blasting.

Bu Qingyun's clear eyes curved after hearing this, revealing two small dimples to Luo Yunqu.

Luo Yunqu almost couldn't take his eyes away after just one glance, until the voice of the organizer announcing the start came.

"Attention all audiences, Wang Xunli's "The Birth of Hope" is about to begin, and I hope that the next 15 minutes of performance can accompany everyone to spend a meaningful evening."

Only then did Bu Qingyun refocus his gaze on the river.

At this time, there are wine barrels floating everywhere on the Cognac River, and they meander along with the river to form a dragon that is about to erupt in silence.

The voice of the organizer sounded again, "The 150 fireworks for this show will be launched from [-] wine barrels floating on the river, because NCP is still spreading around the world, and the whole world is shrouded in uncertainty about the future. Inspired by Nietzsche's "The Birth of Tragedy", the work allows people to recognize the pain of life, face it calmly, accept it, and overcome it. We must hold the mentality of being one with nature, maintain optimism, muster courage, and embrace hope. Let the will to live and the energy flow in our hearts.

Hearing this, Bu Qingyun's face was quite moved. He looked at the sky, and now the sunset glow was gone, and the earth was about to usher in darkness. In the twilight, he was expecting an exciting encouragement.

"This performance is generally divided into three acts, poetry, calligraphy, and a drama. First, we present poetry, come, listen to my instructions, and play!"

After a burst of loud explosions, a row of oak-colored fan-shaped fireworks shot up into the sky, like a huge curtain stretched over the water, and 150 oak barrels were played up and down like 150 piano keys on the water.

"Let's play it again!"

Afterwards, the wine barrels bloomed with colorful fireworks pillars, like the French natural romanticism technique, and the specially developed blue fireworks lavender, like a happy fairy opening her arms to nature.

The colors of the fireworks are clear and distinct, and after they explode, they really look like bunches of lavender blooming in the air.

The organizer continued to explain, "Then let's get to the point. The first scene is a poem "Will Enter the Wine", which is a masterpiece written by Li Bai, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. The future is full of beautiful visions, which mainly shows Li Bai's indifference to fame and fortune, pursuit of freedom of soul, romantic and unrestrained spirit."

At this time, following the order of the organizer, tens of thousands of scattered fireworks exploded from the wine barrels, flowing towards the surface of the water, like thousands of long river lights flickering on and off, like floating in a muddy river In Li Bai's poems and nature, the shackles of the spirit disappeared.

The scene was really spectacular.

Bu Qingyun seemed to be obsessed with watching, completely immersed in such a fireworks feast.

Here is the second act.

A pair of calligraphy.

The artist uses fireworks to render.

At this time, Wang Xunli appeared from the organizer's release platform, and then his explanation of this idea sounded, "When I was a child, I saw my father write cursive script, and I couldn't recognize what he was writing, but his strokes were fast, which was his expression of emotion and emotion. The freedom of creation, the conceptuality and abstractness of cursive script are to some extent the same as Western abstract art, it transcends words and concrete information, and shows another level of art and spirit.”

"I will release it when the wind is a little bit less," he said.

"Okay, now enter the white crazy grass!"

Following Wang Xunli's command, the fireworks bearing the will of the artist burst out again.The wild white grass with black and white reversed, the howl of wolves flying from purple flames, and the explosion of devil's cry, all express the will of life through the ages.

Bu Qingyun was already deep in thought at this time, thinking about the significance of this fireworks to human beings fighting against nature, an impulse surged in his heart, and he wanted to express it with music.

The last scene is the climax.

"Borrowing Nietzsche's "The Birth of Tragedy", this title seems to be a play, and I regard it as a momentary play. The thick amber smoke twists and turns, and the white smoke is blown out thickly. We are facing the retrograde of human beings. A new phase, a signal from the Cognac River, connected to every individual life, feeling inspired by the fireworks and reconciled with nature."

Hearing this, Bu Qingyun could no longer restrain the urge to create, he pulled Luo Yunqu out of the crowd, "Quick, go back to the dormitory, I want to write a song!"

"What to write?" Luo Yunqu was confused by his sudden creative impulse.

"Write a song about the whole society's fight against the new crown epidemic and give it to everyone," Bu Qingyun said excitedly, with countless fireworks in his eyes. "It was the inspiration brought to me by the explosion of fireworks."

Luo Yunqu was affected by his emotions, looking at the other party's shining eyes, he was incredulous about his inspiration that appeared at any time, "In just such a short time, you have inspiration?"

"En!" Bu Qingyun nodded.

On the one hand, Luo Yunqu was amazed by his rich creativity, but on the other hand, he wanted to spend more time outside with him, so he frowned and said, "I just want to take you out for a walk, but you just come back when you say it, don't you know?" You know, it's such a disappointment!"

"Okay! Okay! Can't I thank you?" Bu Qingyun had no choice but to comfort him in order to catch the inspiration quickly, "Otherwise, I'll go back to the dormitory and cook something delicious for you."

"You said it!" After Luo Yunqu heard this, the glutton in his stomach was almost aroused.

"En!" Bu Qingyun nodded happily.

When we got back to the dormitory, everyone had gone out on vacation. As soon as Bu Qingyun returned to the room, he shut Luo Yunqu out of the room, "You do something else first, you can go racing, give me an hour."

"Can it be written so quickly?" Luo Yunqu also knew a little music, and felt that the speed was unbelievable.

"No, the main theme has already come out while I was watching the fireworks." Bu Qingyun was about to close the door as he said that, he needed to enter a state of complete ecstasy.

"Okay! You write!" Luo Yunqu's tone was helpless, and he could only go back to his room to imagine what to eat tonight.

An hour later, the door of Bu Qingyun's room opened.

"Finished?" Luo Yunqu rarely waited for him obediently in the dormitory until now.

"Yeah!" Bu Qingyun nodded and smiled with a white canine tooth, "It went well."

After he finished speaking, he thought of promising Luo Yunqu, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

"Don't panic," Luo Yunqu was super interested in his creation, "Can you hum the song you wrote for me? It's just the song!"

"It's just the tune, the lyrics haven't come up yet." Bu Qingyun simply returned to sit in front of the piano.

As a string of piano sounds sounded, Bu Qingyun began to hum.

His voice is clear and soothing, quite different from the previous strong songs, a kind of faint sadness spread out in an instant, bringing in the emotions of the listeners like a magnet.

Luo Yunqu had only heard his explosive songs before, and the songs were sung very skillfully, with rich and varied layers, and very expressive, but despite all the skills, this song still deeply touched him.It can be seen that Bu Qingyun sang with the inner rhythm of life. He has an extremely keen sensibility, and he can touch the hearts of others just by imagination.

As Luo Yunqu hummed, he gradually saw some images flashing by frame by frame, and helpless, hesitant, and fearless faces appeared in front of his eyes. They experienced the initial isolation, illness, and life hanging by a thread. Later, the medical staff worked hard to rescue them, and finally turned the corner. They were happy to regain their lives.

When they were down, Luo Yunqu seemed to sink into the barrenness, where there were ruins and walls without a trace of color. When they were helpless and frightened, his heart was as sad as a knife, as if standing on the edge of a cliff; when their lives were hanging by a thread When they were dying, he shed tears for their imminent death. When they parted, he seemed to be left alone in the world. When the medical staff took off layers of protective clothing and thick masks, When the simple smiling face with strangle marks was reunited with his family on TV, tears had already blurred his eyes.

"Damn it!" Luo Yunqu stood up immediately, turned to face the window, tried hard to control his emotions, and then opened his mouth with a faint sobbing sound, "Bu Qingyun, you are poisonous!"

The moment Luo Yunqu stood up, Bu Qingyun stopped humming. At this moment, he was still immersed in his emotions and did not speak.

"I wanted to relax," Luo Yunqu took out a tissue from nowhere, pinched his nose with the tissue, and said inexplicably, "What does that have to do with me? I'm still fucked by you." Sing…"

He simply turned back, met Shangbu Qingyun's bright pupils, and suddenly wanted to reconcile with him completely, so he took out a cigarette and lit it, and said with all his heart and soul, "Actually, I'm quite heartless. Before this song, I didn’t care about these things, whether they are dead or alive has nothing to do with me, they are all people that I can’t get in touch with normally.”

He took a long puff of smoke, "But when you play music, something inexplicably bubbles out, frame by frame, like a movie, and you can't stop. This is the second time I can't control it." I want to cry."

Looking at the doubts in Bu Qingyun's eyes, he finally admitted, "Okay! Alright! This time I really shed tears, I was moved, and it was the same last time. When I knew you couldn't hear, it was similar to this time, no I know why, but I just can't control it, it's so fucking embarrassing!"

Seeing Luo Yunqu trying to hide his emotions, as if a gift prepared without telling someone was exposed, sincere and at a loss, Bu Qingyun felt soft at that moment.

Luo Yunqu like this is really cute and honest!

The clock on the table was ticking, and it was past eight o'clock in the evening. For some reason, he always felt that the time with Luo Yunqu passed so quickly, and it was already so late before he knew it.

"Are you hungry?" Bu Qingyun asked suddenly.