Found a cat on the side of the road

Chapter 651 Temptation and Chicken Soup

When Qin Sisi heard the word "abstract", she basically understood it.

Not to mention others, she also couldn't understand abstract paintings, and she didn't know what the painter wanted to express, let alone appreciate it.

But feeling the sadness of the painter in front of him, Qin Sisi didn't want to hit him, and after thinking about it, he comforted him and said: "Painting really needs Bole. I know there is a foreign painter named Van Gogh. When he was alive , His paintings are not appreciated by people, after his death, someone discovered the value of his paintings, maybe wait a little longer, you will meet your Bole!"

The painter said excitedly: "Yes, after Van Gogh's death, his paintings were indeed famous all over the world, but do you know what kind of life he lived during his lifetime? Hunger and cold, poor and sick, mentally disturbed, and finally committed suicide. I don't want that, I don't want that life and that ending."

Qin Sisi said gently: "Actually, it doesn't need to be so intense. Knowing how to draw can do a lot of things, such as designing, being a teacher and so on."

"No," the painter replied without hesitation, "Those complicated and trivial matters will interrupt my thinking, interfere with my inspiration, and affect my mood of painting. I just want to paint, and I want to concentrate on all things I put all my time and energy into painting, and let the world hear the cry of my soul."

Qin Sisi has nothing to say, maybe the character of the artist is somewhat extreme!
In order to shorten the distance with the artist, Qin Sisi deliberately said: "Is your painting still there? Can you show it to me?"

The painter froze, shook his head slowly and said, "It's gone, it's gone."

His figure floated up, moved a little towards the human skeleton according to his own memory, brought a gust of wind, the black scraps of paper on the ground and the skeleton were blown up, and then fell down again. .

The memory of the painter goes back to the last day of his life.

That day, he was really penniless. He hadn't eaten for two days. In desperation, he called a professor of art department he knew and asked him to help sell his paintings.

Unexpectedly, the legendary kind and kind professor flatly rejected his request and even criticized his paintings as useless.

The painter was completely desperate, looking at the paintings that he had painstakingly completed, each one was as beautiful as his own children, but why couldn't this world accept them?
With no source of income, no shelter, no food, the painter knew that he might not live for long.

What would happen to these paintings if I died?
Can they meet the real Bole?
If not, what will happen to them?

No, he absolutely can't let his beloved children suffer insults and abuse after his death. Rather than being hurt by others, it's better to do it yourself.

The painter made up his mind, piled all the paintings together, opened a bucket of concentrated sulfuric acid, and poured it on.

The drawing paper turned black in an instant, and those beautiful pictures that had cost him countless time and painstaking efforts disappeared forever. The dark pieces of paper were like the corpses of his dreams, which made him feel more and more desperate and crazy.

He opened the second barrel of concentrated sulfuric acid and splashed it on the painting with a loud cry, but due to excessive force, part of the concentrated sulfuric acid splashed on his face and eyes.

The pain caused the painter to quickly drop the sulfuric acid bucket, covered his face and moaned like a beast, but his hands were also partially contaminated when he poured the concentrated sulfuric acid, so the pain did not relieve at all, but continued to intensify.

The painter's first reaction was to call [-], but soon he found that his eyes were blind.

What does it mean for a painter to lose his eyes?
The painter gave up calling for help, and simply lay in concentrated sulfuric acid together with his painting.

The ground was designed to prevent corrosion, so a lot of concentrated sulfuric acid was pouring on the ground. The painter who wanted to die simply lay down on the ground and drank a few mouthfuls of concentrated sulfuric acid. Soon, his stomach started to burn.

The painter spat out a mouthful of blood, lying in pain in the concentrated sulfuric acid, unable to bear the corrosion of strong acid, waiting for the end of his life.

The mournful cry was finally over.

These were the last words that came to his mind. At that moment, he felt like Van Gogh.

He didn't want the same ending as Van Gogh, but in the end he took the same path.

However, this is not reconciled!
When the ecstasy messenger came to take him to the underworld, the painter refused.

He said that he is very desperate for this world, he would rather not have these eyes, and would rather never paint again, if he does not hold out hope, he will not be disappointed.

However, painting has always been his favorite in life. Without his eyes, he can't hold a brush and paper, so he paints in the air with his fingers, and draws what he thinks is the most beautiful picture in his mind based on his own feelings .

When Qin Sisi came, he was painting.

From the painter's messy and excited words, Qin Sisi understood what happened, and her mood was very complicated.

She doesn't quite agree with the painter's concept. Pursuing dreams is naturally a good thing. The premise is that you have to live a good life first. If you don't even have the basic ability to survive, how can you start with dreams?

However, she also admires the painter's heartfelt love for painting and his pure and strong feelings.

Qin Sisi sorted out her words and said to the painter: "You shouldn't just stay silent like this, you should be reincarnated again and continue to pursue your dreams."

The painter replied bleakly: "I want to too, but I'm afraid, I'm afraid that I will still not be appreciated, let those beautiful pictures and I suffer the world's coldness and blindness."

Qin Sisi said loudly: "I can help you, as long as you continue to maintain your love for painting, I will let you have a successful life."

The painter's head moved, and Qin Sisi could see that he was a little moved. The painter asked, "I want to dedicate my soul power to you, right?"

Qin Sisi thought for a while, and said, "If those pictures are really beautiful, I think the 1000-year wait is worth it."

What a painter loves most is his paintings, and using his paintings as persuasive points should be the most convincing.

The painter was silent as expected, apparently thinking about it.

Isn't this temptation enough?

Qin Si thought for a while, searched all the inspirational people in his mind, and offered a bowl of chicken soup to the painter: "Demosthenes was a stutter, but he became an orator. They were said to be imbeciles, but they all became great scientists later on. Also, the writer Milton was blind, the musician Beethoven was deaf, and the violinist Paganini was dumb.

If the heavens want to assign great tasks to the people, they must first work hard on their minds, toil their muscles and bones, and starve their bodies. If they choose to give up because of hardships, I am afraid they will not have any achievements later! "

(End of this chapter)