This is the story of Delft, Holland, in 1665. That was the golden age of the Netherlands, the most prosperous and magnificent era in the Netherlands, but Griet went to painter Jan Vermeer's house as a maid because of his family dying. She was silent, seemingly gentle and obedient, but in fact stubborn and stubborn. It was such a pale and quiet thing that it was so difficult to seek life in the cracks between the complicated and twisted relationships in Jan Vermeer's house. But she is always calm and quiet. The butcher's son liked her, and she didn't care about it, just detached, neither lukewarm nor lukewarm. Until that day, she saw Vermeer's paintings. Although it seemed that she was just a momentary gaffe because of the beauty of the stunning paintings, her eyes changed, no longer indifferent death and fog, as if there was some giant animal stepping on it. On the ground, there were countless dusts aroused, and she had a spirit in her eyes, as if something was injected into her life.
As a painter, Jan Vermeer is great, and as a person, he never seems to be happy, because no one at home understands that he appreciates him, and no one comes from the heart of the masterpieces he has made with all his hard work. His love and recognition, just as the old lady at the end of the film said: "It's just a painting! It's just for money! It has no other meaning!" He was born to paint, suffering from not being able to draw the projection of the landscape in his mind, but none of them The family can help him and encourage him, they just think he is painting too slowly-"It will take three months to paint, and it will take another three months before he is satisfied!"-Paintings that cannot be exchanged for money are meaningless to them. , It is better to destroy and throw away. They were wrong. Each of his paintings is not just copying still life on paper, they are all deeply immersed in his inner feelings and perception of reality. They didn't know that every painting was meaningful, and that he couldn't draw anything without meaning. His life gradually faded and even withered, but those paintings will become vivid day by day, passed on to future generations, and will replace him, immortal. Griet is the only person in the big house who understands him, and the only person who sees the profound meaning in his paintings. What does it matter if he doesn't know how to read? She who is illiterate will only be more simple and unpretentious, pure and clear, and even more commendable. Vermeer taught her how to paint, how to adjust paint, and how to see the world through the eyes of a painter.
She did not show off her expression, but she was already overwhelmed by him from the inside out. The butcher's son can't let her worship, can't let her fanatical, let her pursue it day and night. He is just a small point before a meal, but Vermeer is a grand and hearty main course. She loves him and loves him unreservedly and silently in the dark corner. Seeing him and his wife playing the piano and singing, seeing him putting on a necklace for his wife, seeing him whispering-what a good thing! He loves him wholeheartedly like this, but there will be no rewards and no future. The closest contact is only occasional hand-to-hand encounters. He has not even said such words as "love" and "like", the most desperate The love is nothing more than this, how can this be good. She can only go out with the butcher's son to get a little bit of psychological comfort, and only in this way can she slightly fill the love hunger in her heart. When the butcher's son asked to see her hair, she flatly refused, even just gently touching her headscarf, which caused an overwhelming reaction-"No!" She pushed away his hand and said Go ahead.
Out of the dealer's request and Vermeer's own wishes, he wanted to paint her. The news spread quickly, and rumors arose in the market, but she was just calm, calm and indifferent, seemingly all right. ——But, he is going to paint her! Every little part of her body shuddered slightly. During the portrait, Vermeer asked her to take off the headscarf—"The headscarf covers most of your face, and I am going to paint your face!"—She hesitated for a moment, "No, I don't want it." He suggested She went to the inner room to change a turban that would not cover her face, and she obediently obeyed her orders. He followed quietly, so he saw the light brown hair with slightly curly thick shawl! Such a landscape will not be seen by the butcher's son, and such a beauty will never be seen by anyone. This is her most beautiful time, blooming only for Vermeer. She turned her head and saw him, the two were silent. The hair here is like the three-inch golden lotus in ancient China, with too many sexual metaphors. However, nothing happened. All the passions were surging silently under their quiet appearance, rushing around, eager to find an exit, but there was no, so they could only stand quietly like this, fighting the struggle with intersecting eyes. .
Vermeer thinks: "The flash in the shadow of the neck will attract people's eyes." So he asked Griet to wear his wife's pearl earrings when painting, but she didn't have pierced ears. So, in the dark room, she silently handed him the puncture needle: "Come on." Blood gushed from her little earlobe, and she shed tears silently like the first plum. He put on pearl earrings for her, put his hands on her cheeks, wiped away his tears, and moistened her lips with tears. She was confused, unable to speak, and with a little pain and grievance, she slowly turned her head and let him paint. Wei Qi's slightly wet lips were full of expectation, and she was looking forward to it all over her body. But he only swiftly and focusedly painted all this, allowing her to endure eternally on the canvas.
The painting was finished, she ran wildly in the dark, ran wildly, ran wildly to find the butcher’s son, dragged him to the dark without saying a word, and made love quietly, her long-suppressed lust finally rushed out, in The dull pain and dumbness are at peace in the intercourse.
However, Vermeer's wife noticed the anomaly between them, she forcibly looked at the painting, yelled and accused him and told her to go away. She just watched her crying quietly, neither arrogant nor inferior, nor arguing at all, like a complete outsider. Vermeer was weak and didn't say a word. He watched his wife drive her away without saying a word. He didn't even dare to see her at parting and say goodbye. At that time, the desire to say is still inseparable. The heart and the love are too heavy to be counted. He only shrinks in the studio and listens to the footsteps of love when she leaves. So she left and stood in the center of the city square. The panic when she came was only exchanged for a life-long sorrow that could not be healed. She was silent for a moment and slowly set foot on the way home, as if nothing had happened. Actually too.
For Griet, the outside world was wonderful, but after the wonderful, it was nothing. The outside world is very generous, but in the end it's just a shining star. There is an abyss between her white turban and pearl earrings. For Vermeer, the man who planted in the depths of her body, she could not even have it. So she can only leave without turning her head back, her mute love and passion for him will be silent forever, till old, till death.
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