Chapter 767 Abstract Art Language

The homeless man struggled a few more times, but was restrained by Han Xu and couldn't move. After a while, he gave up as if resigned to his fate.

Han Xu shook his head when he saw this, moved a shabby little horse from the side, and sat down opposite the homeless man.

The two of them just stared at each other with big eyes and didn't say a word for a while.

Finally, the tramp couldn't hold it in any longer, "Your name is Han Xu, right?"

Han Xu nodded, said nothing, and stared at the other person for a moment.

"Okay, I admit defeat, let you do whatever you want!"

The homeless man was quite a bachelor. He tried to sit up halfway, but his eyes were still staring at Han Xu fiercely.

"May I have your name?"

Han Xu wanted to get a general idea of ​​the other party before taking him back!

The tramp gritted his teeth, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, hoarse but with a sinister tone, "Zheng Qiang!"

"Zheng Qiang? Zheng Shiqiang?" Han Xu was curious after hearing this, "What is your relationship?"

"I have nothing to do with that beast!"

Han Xu shook his head again. It seemed that the guy in front of him was still not very cooperative.

"Okay, since you don't want to say it, you'd better go back with me!"

Han Xu was too lazy to say anything more to the other party. The few things he found were enough to invite him back for tea.

After the tramp calmed down, he didn't take it seriously and continued to remain silent.

Not to mention cooperation, even talking is omitted.

Just at this time, Han Xu's cell phone rang.

When I looked at the caller ID, I saw that it was Chengzi who was calling.

"Hey, Han Xu, where are you now?"

"Where are you?" Han Xu looked around and couldn't tell the specific location of the bridge, so he had to ask.

"Where else could it be, right in the center of the art exhibition? I just met Jiang Zigui, and he said you had to leave beforehand." Chengzi said a lot in one breath.

"I don't know where I am now, so let me send you the coordinates."

After Han Xu replied, he hung up the phone and turned his attention to the homeless man Zheng Qiang.

Zheng Qiang was still staring at Han Xu for a moment, his eyes moving around, as if he was looking for the best opportunity to escape.

Who is Han Xu? How could he give the other party such a chance? He laughed and said, "Don't waste your efforts. You are like you. If you can't run more than a few dozen meters, you will definitely fall down from exhaustion!"

Although Zheng Qiang is in his prime, he is obviously malnourished and his whole body is like a bamboo pole. Coupled with long-term drug abuse, his physical fitness has long been extremely poor!

Not to mention escaping from under Han Xu's nose, even if Han Xu gave him a leg, he would be able to catch him easily.

"what on earth do you want?"

After hearing this, Zheng Qiang couldn't help but get angry and said through gritted teeth.

"I told you before, I didn't mean any harm, but it's different now!"

Han Xu casually raised a small bag of transparent crystals found from the other party, "You'd better explain where you got these things."

Zheng Qiang couldn't help but lower his head when he heard the words, and refused to say a word more.

Han Xu has never seen anyone. There are many drug addicts like Zheng Qiang. Even if he is silent now, when he is brought back, there will be many ways to make him talk.

The two were in a stalemate for a while. Han Xu had nothing to do and simply searched Zheng Qiang's residence again.

It was said to be a residence, but in fact it only had a wooden bed that was about to fall apart. It was just a few piles of bricks built on a wooden board. It was very simple and ugly.

Han Xu didn't know how this guy managed to survive such a cold weather.

The tattered quilt on the wooden bed was full of holes, and the cotton inside was almost leaking. It really didn't have much protection against the cold.

However, the bedside is filled with many painting-related items, such as dozens of oil paint brushes, easels, palettes, oil pots, drawing knives, scrapers, etc., everything is there!

If the bridge hole hadn't limited his imagination, Han Xu would have felt like he was in a painting studio.

It can be seen that this Zheng Qiang is more like a painting fanatic than Zheng Shiqiang!

In addition to these painting tools being well maintained, there are also many graffiti works scattered throughout the small space under the bridge.

This is why when Han Xu first came in, he felt an extremely strong artistic atmosphere.

Moreover, most of these graffiti works are abstract paintings, which look a bit weird!

"Do you like abstract paintings so much?"

Han Xu looked at these graffiti paintings and blurted out.

Zheng Qiang's originally dull eyes suddenly glowed with some life.

"Abstraction is the real art!"

"Really? Sorry, I don't have much research on abstract painting style."

Zheng Qiang could tell that the young police officer in front of him seemed to have a strong interest in painting. He didn't want to say anything at first, but he answered in a strange way, "Abstract is not for research! It is an art that comes from within. language."

Han Xu nodded when he heard this and agreed more with Zheng Qiang's statement, "The so-called beauty of oil painting mainly lies in the beauty of color, and the key to the beauty of color is how to master and use tones. What you said makes sense, abstraction is like a Language can be used to express more things.”

Zheng Qiang couldn't help but take another look at Han Xu, chin slightly and said, "Since the first abstract oil painting appeared in the 1920s, this painting method has gradually become the mainstream in the Western painting world, because it has great advantages in expressing emotions. A more artistic presentation.”

Hearing this, Han Xu turned his head and looked at a graffiti on the bridge pier that used a lot of red paint. "Like this, you want to vent your anger, right?"

"That's just one of the simplest ways of expression," Zheng Qiang said, without the desire to continue talking.

Han Xu shook his head, but fished out a modified Coke bottle from under the wooden bed.

"Do artists like you expect to get some inspiration from this?"

The modified Coke bottle is a tool for skating, and anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance!

This thing is also called curling, and the production method is very simple. Just drill two holes in the ordinary bottle cap and insert two long straws.

It's even so cheap that it can't be made any more.

Zheng Qiang saw that Han Xu had searched out all the things he "ate", his face turned pale, and he couldn't say anything for a while.

Just at this time, a voice calling Han Xu came from outside the bridge.

Needless to say, it must be Orange who came all the way here.

Han Xu then glanced at Zheng Qiang, who was hanging his head, shook his head, and went out to bring Chengzi in.

As soon as Chengzi entered the bridge hole, he was almost choked by the smell inside.

Fortunately, he had seen all kinds of scenes and endured it!

However, seeing this scene in front of him, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "What's going on?!"