Rebel Demon King

Chapter 212 Soulmate (1)

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"Which painting do you want to see the most? Let alone "Mona Lisa Smile"!" Xie Minyun asked, looking at the crowd in front of them who were heading towards "Mona Lisa Smile".

Cheng Mo shook his head, "I guess the painting behind the bulletproof glass is not the real one."

"You guessed it right. The original works are stored in the safe in the basement of the Louvre. The inner three floors and the outer three floors are locked. Only a very small number of well-known painters are allowed to go in and observe." Xie Minyun affirmed Cheng Mo without hesitation. statement.

From Xie Minyun's expression, Cheng Mo guessed that she should have seen the real work, and he was alerted again that there was an insurmountable class gap between him and her, so he gently broke away from Xie Minyun's hand holding his arm, "This is not The point, the point is can you not do this next time, you should know that I have no interest in showing off."

Xie Minyun stopped and looked back at Cheng Mo. At this moment, the two were standing in front of Dayac-Louis David's masterpiece "The Coronation of Napoleon I", although this huge oil painting with more than 100 figures is not acceptable. There are so many masterpieces, but there are very few people who come to visit at this point in time. After all, it is not as famous as "The Wedding of Ghana" or "The Wedding of Liberty" by Veronese, one of the "Three Masters" in the late Renaissance. "Guiding the People", let alone it, even the goddess of victory, one of the three treasures of the town hall, is not particularly visited by many people.

Except for "Mona Lisa's Smile", there are huge crowds of people, in fact, there are not many people who really come to appreciate these oil paintings seriously, and basically they come to the Louvre to check in.

The two people standing in front of this oil painting coincided with the angle at which Napoleon put on the crown for Empress Josephine, forming a subtle harmony.

"Don't you like being noticed?"

"I don't like it." Cheng Mo shook his head.

Xie Minyun thought to himself: "This is just the beginning, I want you to experience what it's like to be paid attention to, just like I experience ordinary life, to be fair, you have to feel what I feel. "However, Xie Minyun would not say such words. She put on a proud posture, "Isn't it good to be noticed? You see so many girls are interested in you! You should thank me for that." right!"

"This kind of attention is superfluous to me." Cheng Mo said lightly, the communication of the body is always superficial, only the communication of the soul is noble
In fact, the communication between the two is a kind of harmony and perfection, but it's a pity that Cheng Mo doesn't understand.

"Is it like you are standing with them, but it is like a different time and space, you are holding a book, reading history, watching religion, watching the rise and fall of human destiny, but they are holding a mobile phone, discussing stars, Discussing games, discussing limited-edition sneakers. You study because you want to know, because you are curious, and to satisfy yourself, but they study only to get into a good university, find a good job, and find a beautiful girlfriend , and then make a lot of money. You feel like a lonely ghost walking in an empty wasteland. Only those books can comfort your lonely soul. You feel that you are different from them and cannot be integrated at all, right? "

"I don't think thoughts are deeper than matter. Like Nietzsche Wittgenstein is essentially the same as liking Deer X Wu XX. Indulging in books is actually the same as indulging in games. Discussing political and economic current affairs is no more important than discussing eating, drinking, and luxury sports cars. Noble reading philosophy books and reading stories is just a preference, I never think that I am a maverick." Cheng Mo avoided Xie Minyun's bright line of sight and changed an angle to deny his loneliness.

In fact, he has an impulse to admit that he reads philosophy books just for self-comfort. If he doesn’t have heart disease, he will try to play basketball and football and get into trouble with other children. His ideological consciousness is not high at all. Out of curiosity, I watched movies starring Japanese stars on the website, but he felt that those simple action movies were not interesting at all, and could not stimulate his imagination at all. The clips in "Norwegian Wood" were even more exciting reverie.

My own life is in those books, and those books constitute a part of his soul. As for the plot of his life, it is not a novel or a philosophy at all, it is just a monotonous and ordinary life like water. A novel that can no longer hit the street, no one will want to browse.

But it seems to be different now.

It's just that I haven't fully adapted to it yet, and I'm still oppressed by the huge pressure of survival.
"You see you are talking about him from left to right. I didn't say which one is higher or lower at all." Xie Minyun turned his head and looked at the "Coronation of Napoleon I" beside him and said quietly: "I lived in Paris when I was young. In [-], after returning to China, the most frequently asked question was: Is Paris really beautiful and romantic? Every time at this time, my brain would go blank for two seconds. Beautiful? Of course; fashion? That’s right "Literature and art? Indeed. However, romantic, this popular word emphasizes individual feelings too much. It is romantic when you receive the roses from your lover on the banks of the Seine, but you don't know that Xiaofang in the village is taken to eat by the boy she likes on a bicycle." Isn’t it romance that surges in the hearts of skewers?”

"Cities are like people. What they show you is always just appearances. Foreign tourists will say that Paris is so romantic when they face the couple kissing under the Eiffel Tower. But the tramp who washes his face in the corner fountain every day certainly doesn't think so. Parisians who are anxious about the congested traffic and poor environment in Paris don’t think so, and the aunt who sells souvenirs on the street sells romance, but she certainly doesn’t think romance is like a lonely person who never feels lonely.”

"Do you think Napoleon felt lonely in Notre Dame de Paris on December 1804, 12?" Xie Minyun turned his head and pointed a finger at Cheng Mo's cheek, making him look at the huge oil painting beside him.
Cheng Mo subconsciously wanted to break Xie Minyun's hand, but the moment he touched the back of Xie Minyun's hand, he realized that it was another girl's hand. It was soft and warm, like a cloud in the sun. He never thought of it. How could a girl's hand be such a beautiful and soft thing.

Cheng Mo's hand bounced off the back of Xie Minyun's hand like an electric shock. To conceal his uneasiness, he said softly, "He must be very lonely."

There is no question that Napoleon, whether painted or Napoleon in Notre Dame Cathedral on December 1804, 12, is alone.

Although his mother was arranged on the oil painting by the painter, she did not actually participate in the ceremony, but the painter David painted her in the ceremony. For this reason, when Napoleon saw the painting completed in 1808, he was very grateful This other kind of painter.

In fact, Napoleon was lonely all his life, just as his teacher commented to him when he was in school: "This child is like a piece of granite. His heart is like a volcano, which may erupt at any time."

"Come on, I'll take you to see one of my favorite paintings." Xie Minyun put down the hand caressing Cheng Mo's cold cheek, dragged his arm again, and led him to the depths of the Louvre.

At this moment, Cheng Mo couldn't think, his mind was in chaos, full of that soft touch, although he still kept his expressionless face, there was a trace of red on his face.

"Don't think too much, this is not the first time you and Xie Minyun have been together alone. At the end of the semester, you two are together every day, isn't it nothing? Therefore, it is nothing at all. Don't worry about it. Don't get me wrong, she's just giving back to you for the help you gave her psychologically." Cheng Mo thought this way, and was a little behind Xie Minyun, looking like a sister who took a reluctant brother to a place he didn't want to go place.

The soft waves of the Seine hide the shadow of the Louvre, and it also houses the sweet breath of lovers.

(Third shift has been achieved, and the owed shift has been repaid)
(End of this chapter)