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Text Chapter 591 Happiness is invincible

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    It was only around 5 pm in London at night, and Ye Wei and Lily walked hand in hand to the South Bank Center on the Thames River.  They first visited the Poetry Library on the fifth floor of the Royal Festival Hall, where they walked among more than 200,000 books in search of good verses, and then went to the Hayward Art Museum to see an art exhibition.

    Hayward has no permanent collection and holds 3-4 modern art exhibitions every year. The most recent one is the annual retrospective avant-garde art group exhibition.

    They saw a lot of interesting art and weird stuff.

    Frenchman Edouard Martin¡¯s ¡°Mechanical Creatures¡± are very interesting. He used scrap metal scraps to assemble them into detailed sculptures of creatures, including fish, beetles, etc., with zero welding. They are all very elegant and exquisite, full of the author¡¯s beauty and wisdom.  Ye Wei Zhen wanted to take a metal fish home, and Lily was also very happy to see it. She liked the silver sardine. The eyes were flashlights, the gills were car door parts, and the tail was a motorcycle exhaust pipe. It was very steampunk.

    There are quite a lot of "junk-art" in the exhibition.  But like the 1987 work "Summer Surplus Ivy" by the originator Robert Rauschenberg, it is a mess made of scrap metal parts. The two stared at it for a long time, but they couldn't see anything.  , indeed like "full of food".

    The most popular exhibit in the group exhibition may be the reconstruction of the 1961 groundbreaking "Hydrochloric Acid Splash Painting" by Gustav Metzger, the father of the famous "auto-destival art".  An iron frame 2.13 meters high, 3.81 meters long, and 1.82 meters deep hangs three nylon sheets in white, black and red. The artist wearing a gas mask used a sprayer to spray hydrochloric acid onto the nylon cloth. The nylon was corroded and torn.  It deformed and became what it is now, with only some remaining fabric hanging there floating.

    This anti-war and anti-capitalist demonstration caused a sensation at the time, and avant-garde artists regarded Metzger, who had a Jewish refugee background, as their leader.  He had a huge influence on modern art and was also a famous social activist. It is no exaggeration to call him great.

    Most of the tourists took one look at the rag and left. The two of them had been looking at it for a long time and started talking about it.

    "I think the amazing thing about this kind of ruin is that it is a real disintegration. Something that you just looked at as indestructible is gone. This is a tragedy." He said.

    "I think every kind of destruction is a kind of blow." She sighed, "You can still be strong in other ways, but self-destruction is completely hopeless, what do you think?"

    "So don't do that." He laughed a little at himself, "It's the most stupid thing for human beings to use their powerful power to destroy themselves."

    Lily took his right arm and said, "I agree 100%."

    "I remembered an interesting thing." Ye Wei turned around and smiled at her: "I remember that it was two years ago that Metzger's most famous work at the Tate Gallery was called. It was his  A reconstruction of the first public display of self-destructive art, a corroded rag, a wooden table with some scraps, and a plastic bag filled with old newspapers and other garbage beside the table." Lily laughed, thinking.  At that time, this matter caused a huge uproar, and many media and people took the opportunity to question avant-garde art.

    He continued to laugh: "Then a cleaning woman saw the bag and said, 'Who threw such a big bag of garbage here? It's so unethical!' She threw it away."

    "Hahaha." He said it vividly, and Lily laughed even louder, "But that's just a bag of garbage! Who can blame her?"

    "That's why it's a comedy. Metzger brought another bag of garbage and put it back, and the matter was solved." Ye Wei also laughed. In fact, this is not the first time in the history of modern art exhibitions. A cleaner was kind and  Wiping the dust results in wiping off the entire work of art, sweeping it away, throwing it away

    ¡°Some avant-garde artworks are really confusing and difficult to understand,¡± she said with a smile.

    He said solemnly: "I can't say for sure, but I know that the cleaning lady is the real master of self-destructive art! If the ultimate goal of art is the destruction of art itself, then Metzger's junk art should be treated as rubbish  Throwing it away instead of keeping it to sell millions, tens of millions, or hundreds of millions at any auction is the best way to show it, isn¡¯t it?¡±

    Lily thought about it while holding back a smile, and it seemed that this was really the case, "I understand why it is said that masters are always nameless."

    "Seriously. I am somewhat famous now. I will hold a personal art exhibition someday and throw out some of my unwanted garbage without saying anything. Naturally, critics and viewers will explain the meaning of art to me.  "Ye Wei was laughing and thinking, it seems like it can really work?

    "You mean art is sometimes just a kind of worship?" Lily was very interested.

    Ye Wei nodded and said: "That's one thing. On the other hand, I think the word 'art' has been endowed with ideological sacredness. Any art is a creation, and there will be masterpieces and garbage when it comes to creation, but'After an artist is admired, it is usually considered that his creations will no longer produce garbage, and then there is no distance between art and garbage.  "

    He laughed, "This situation does not happen in movies. I think there is a reason why people subconsciously do not regard movies as art. Except for some guys who are deified by a certain group of movie fans, for most directors and actors, everyone  Every creation is a test of life and death. Damn it, I¡¯m in the wrong profession.¡±

    "Then you are?" Lily's eyes were bright, "A guy who is deified by movie fans?"

    "I don't know, actually I don't want to be treated like that." Ye Wei shrugged, "Wouldn't it be sad if we lost all the challenges?"

    "But you can't stop others from worshiping you."

    Her words soon came true. After leaving the art museum, it was already past 7:30 in the evening. The two went to the Giraffe Restaurant nearby for dinner, but they were happily recognized by a group of young tourists.  Lily did not appear in the photo, and Ye Wei took a photo with them, and asked not to upload the photo to the Internet, let alone contact the media, and give them a quiet holiday.

    They agreed and invited us to have dinner together.  The two of them had no idea and moved to the nearby Yunxiao Tower Restaurant before being watched by more people.

    The decoration of this restaurant is elegant and bright. Although it is not a candlelight dinner, you can see the riverside through the large glass windows. Even though there are many customers, the two really enjoyed a romantic meal, including steak, shepherd's pie, etc.  gourmet food.

    After the meal, they didn¡¯t stay much longer. After eating dessert, they paid the bill and left. The two of them strolled back along the river towards the hotel.

    "It's incredible"

    "What?"

    "We still have half a month for this trip." She laughed, the first day was already so good, and her heart jumped like a deer when she thought that this was just the beginning. There will be no regrets this time!  Suddenly a thought flashed through her mind, and she couldn't help but say: "As my grandmother said, tragedy always has greater power, so I would rather be ordinary."

    Ye Wei put his arm around her shoulders, his light brown coat was warm, and said as he walked: "Tragedy is a question, how can we be happy? So you have to think, you will be inspired. Comedy is the answer, this is happiness,  Be intoxicated. In artistic creation, tragedy is more likely to be great; in life, the best must be comedy.¡±

    "Then what should we think about in happiness?" Lily looked at him with blank eyes, "We always have to use our brains."

    "A good question." He thought for a while, "What do you think?" She was also thinking: "Don't forget the reason? How to be happier? Have you reached the extreme?"

    "No, I promise I won't arrive." Ye Wei said immediately.  Lily frowned: "Why?" He smiled and said: "I think grief can come to an end. Grief is loss. When you lose everything, really everything, and lose all hope, then it will end." Her thick eyebrows frowned.  Even higher, he added: "Happiness will never reach its peak. Happiness is possession. You will have more and more, and you will continue to pursue it. You may be satisfied to a certain extent, but that is not the end, there is no end."

    He smiled, "Sometimes I think that pain can be defeated, but happiness is invincible. How can you defeat happiness? We are all ordinary people."

    "Yes, that's right." She smiled again, "Can you see through the mortal world? Then I would rather be ordinary. But you! Pooh, you seem to have seen through the essence of some things."

    "It's useless." He hugged her tightly and raised the corners of his mouth, "I can never see through you."

    "OhI am your nemesis." She smiled and leaned towards him.

    When they are in love, they are like other tourists who cannot see the Queen's sidewalk. The two of them hug each other and talk while walking. The topics they talk about are arbitrary, including art, philosophy, literature, human nature In the end, they always become sincere.  Love words.

    ?? Played outside until after nine o'clock, it was almost late at night, and I basically didn't sleep well after a flight of more than ten hours. After playing for another day, Ye Wei was still quite energetic, but Lily gradually covered her mouth and yawned from time to time.  At his suggestion, we went back to the hotel to rest.  He did not forget to promise Ms. Tawerman that she would take good care of Lily, and sleep was the key

    When she returned to the brightly lit corridor outside the hotel suite to say goodbye, Lily's face was a little shy, and her watery eyes were actually a little sultry, "So?"

    "Good night then." Ye Wei kissed her forehead and walked to his suite next to her, "See you tomorrow."

    Lily was startled, her soft and warm eyes widened slightly, "Huh?" She hesitated and laughed happily, shrugging her slender shoulders playfully, as if asking: What do you mean?

    Seeing her twisting her hair again, Ye Wei almost hugged her and started kissing her in the corridor, but obviously this was not the best time, it had been so long, so he would wait a day or two to make it better.  He held her hand and acted so damn cool in front of her again: "I love you, so I don't"?Tonight, good night.  "

    Playing cool has its rewards. Lily suddenly threw herself into her arms and hugged her emotionally. He hugged her too and was about to recite the Book of Songs.

    After hugging him for a while, Lily let go of him, took a step back, and said with a fixed gaze: "Let me tell you the Christmas gift I want to give you. I originally wanted to give you a surprise, a crazy gift!" Ye Wei asked: "Then  What is it?" She grinned, "Me."

    "I don't understand, haven't you been mine a long time ago?" Ye Wei asked with a smile, teasing her: "Hey! Lily Jane, please make it clear!"

    Lily opened the code-locked door, then turned back to him and said coquettishly, "That's my heart, this time it's my body." She stepped back into the suite and made a sexy gesture of pressing her hands on both sides of the door frame.  gesture, hooked her left index finger at him, then retreated into the suite and slammed the door.

    "Haha." Ye Wei couldn't help but giggle, funny, really funny.

    At this time, the door opened again, and Lily poked her head in with a smile, "Fool, good night."

    Ye Wei smiled and waved, turned around and walked into the suite next to him. He shook his fist excitedly before he could speak: "Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!!!"
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