Almighty painter

Chapter 589 Diary

Chapter 589 Diary
When Anna first found these things.

It was the second year after the plane crash.

At that time, the entire Elena Manor was still filled with the afterglow of sadness after the disaster, and she and her aunt were sorting out the belongings left by her father.

Do not misunderstand.

Anna has Batman-like wealth.

But she is not a child like Bruce Wayne who suffers from severe emotional trauma due to the death of his parents.

If there is emotional trauma, it is more likely to be caused by the absence of a parent than by their death.

Lots and lots of childhood memories of my parents.

Miss Elena felt a little confused.

To put it bluntly, according to the glorious historical tradition of Elena's family.

She even made a bold guess.

If there hadn't been that accidental mountain crash, and if her father was still alive today, then... Anna and the other party, the father-daughter relationship would probably not be very good.

Not surprising at all.

The Irene family is one of the few old large families in Austria.

Historically, the court aristocratic culture of Germany and Austria is synonymous with "a hundred thousand different ways to resolve family conflicts between parents and children."

Even with a magnifying glass, it is difficult to find a true representation of a loving father and filial son.

Moreover, it is quite different from the Bourbon royal family of France, whose generations are more extravagant than the previous ones, the Hanoverian royal family of Britain, who are maneuvering and intermittently crazy, and the monarchs of the Romanov dynasty of Russia, who like to COS as the savior under the holy tree whenever they have nothing to do.

The court culture of Central Europe often has a huge contrast between every two generations.

Like the two sides of a coin.

The literary youth and the iron-blooded monarch take turns.

They are all very stubborn.

Germany has a bunch of rulers such as Frederick the Great, King William, and Emperor Frederick William, whose names are as confusing as their permutations and combinations.

When they were young, the main thing they thought about was what their dad told them to do. Humph, I won’t do anything!

Grandpa is the iron-blooded monarch, and dad is a young literary man. He plays a big, thick black flute every day, which makes his father sick to death. He sits on the throne and looks at him with a slanted look, saying, "What a sin! I am a tough guy, but this is a woman's thing! Is it my child?"
Why didn’t you cum on the wall?

By his son's generation, he might have become a simple military officer king, and by the next generation he might have been a happy fat prince who was romantic and loved to hold parties and salons.

In short.

The father whips his son like he punches in for work every day, puts him in solitary confinement, and takes the prince to the execution ground to watch the execution. Hahaha, just look at how majestically I, your father, behead your best friend in front of you.

The most important life ambition of the sons is to make their father angry to death and get gold coins.

Don't make Lao Deng angry to death.

It's good to get mad at yourself.

If they were in modern times, they would definitely be the hardcore netizens who would frantically post and complain in forum groups like "Parents are a curse" every day.

The Austrian nobility were not much better.

Many people like to regard Emperor Franz Joseph and Princess Sissi as a model of a loving couple.

However, he still failed in educating his children.

Joseph got up early and went to bed early. He was a quiet person. There was a single camp bed in his palace. In portraits all his life, he wore a neat military uniform, dressing himself like a captain of a cavalry regiment.

His son Rudolf was a famous natural history enthusiast. He founded the Imperial Museum and served as its director. He was romantic and infatuated.

When his father found out about his affair with his lover, Baroness Marie Vechera, Joseph, who was a very tough man, took his son over and gave him a good scolding, forcing him to end the relationship in a dignified manner.

Unexpectedly, Rudolph turned out to be tougher than his father.

Lao Deng, if you let me finish, I will finish it for you!
If you make me unhappy, the Habsburg family means nothing.

The Crown Prince of the Empire, the Crown Prince, the only son of Emperor Joseph and Princess Sissi, and the future legal heir to the country with the sixth largest GDP in the world.

Without saying a word, he turned around and took his lover to a country villa and committed suicide.

The world was in an uproar.

This led to the subsequent World War I, and the assassinated Archduke Ferdinand became the new crown prince.

Compared to others, Wanli Jiangshan can just say no.

It wasn't too much for Miss Anna to donate $5 billion with just a wave of her hand.

European countries like to boast that their monarchs are the symbol of national spirit and the role model for their nobles.

If there is any credibility to the statement.

It’s hard to say whether it’s noble or not.

This kind of family conflict is like a black joke, a playful curse.

Passed down from generation to generation.

According to the narration of older friends, Anna is such a literary girl, but her father has a very Joseph-like personality.

It was as old-fashioned, cold and hard as the hard beds in a military boarding school.

silence.

And ambitious.

He had a beard and never spoke first in negotiations. The only times he became argumentative were on the Yale debate team and during elections in party offices.

He practically lives in the office on weekdays. He is an honorary member of a private club and plays a three-set tennis game at the club every morning.

At 6:30 in the evening, he would appear in a chair under the blue glass arch of the club, reading the newspaper while eating dinner, and ordering a cigar after dinner.

Wait until 7:25 and leave the club on time.

This kind of life lasted for twenty years.

The housekeeper mentioned it.

On the night when Miss Elena's grandfather died suddenly while serving as the chairman of Oil Painting magazine, Mr. received the news while having dinner. When he stepped out of the club door with his left foot, the hands on his watch still accurately pointed to half past seven, five minutes to the hour.

Not a minute early, not a minute late.

The housekeeper said.

This is called gentleman's elegance, calmness and decency.

In the few relevant memories that Miss Elena herself has.

The image of my father is always accompanied by a dark brown single sofa, the faint crackling of wood in the fireplace mixed with the symphony in the speakers, and the warm aroma of burning cigars.

A little bit of cedar wood chip flavor.

A little bit choking.

There's also a slightly astringent red wine taste, a cinnamon-flavored wine from a local winery.

Miss Elena tasted it secretly and always felt that it was not very tasty.

Her father held her on his lap and told her seriously that as a politician, he had an obligation to protect and promote Austria's local wine industry.

So he only orders locally brewed wines on any occasion and would never touch French or Swiss wines.

This is the red wine that Austrians should drink.

The same goes for cigars.

These are all Miss Elena’s impressions of the father-daughter relationship.

Even the bitter taste of red wine between the lips and the scent of snow flute at the tip of the nose are filled with complex words about votes, elections, taxes, trade protection...

It is difficult for people to develop a sufficient father-daughter relationship with words like BECA "European Union Association for the Fight against Cancer Alcohol Management" or CEC "European Parliamentary Committee".

Right?

Anna wondered what her father would do if he encountered the same thing as her.

Perhaps due to his father's experience as a politician and his ability to maneuver with the right people, Sir Brown simply could not unite enough shareholders to force the Elena family to abdicate.

Perhaps my father would hit it off with Lord Brown and lead the reshuffle of power in the art world.

My father would think it doesn't matter at all.

From those fleeting impressions I have of my father, it turns out that he didn't like art at all.

exactly.

It’s not even a question of love or not. You can only have this feeling if you care about something.

And he didn't care about that.

As an important part of the family's assets and a symbol of honor.

Her father had visited Oil Painting magazine only a handful of times in his entire life, and he probably only remembered the existence of the magazine when he looked at the financial report every year.

anyway.

The Oil Painting magazine under his management would definitely not be what it is today.

My father is a truly ambitious man.

Until the moment the plane turned into dust among the snow-capped Alps, he dreamed of bringing the Elena family back to the center of the European political stage, back to the center of the spotlight, to the era of heyday of power.

But not in this way, back into the spotlight.

He would definitely sneer at Anna's behavior and be so angry that he would want to jump out of the coffin.

Too stupid.

Such drastic measures and words will push yourself and everyone else into a desperate situation.

The hatred is huge.

And what kind of wealth is five billion dollars? The accumulation of many generations, just given up so easily.

The glory under the spotlight is behind us.

Anna always felt guilty, as if she had done something wrong, and as if she was being ridiculous and pretentious in a way that no one could understand.

therefore.

When she heard Detective Cat say on the phone, "Poor her, I want to hug her," Anna felt as if a sword had pierced her heart.

After his father died.

Miss Elena was not that sad, she just felt a little confused and empty.

That day.

Anna realized for the first time in her life that the concept of parents was actually just an empty shadow in her heart, and she had tried desperately to fill and restore this shadow.

and so.

She secretly drank the wine her father drank, sniffed the smell of cigar wrappers again and again, and listened to the records her father had played one by one.

The aunt who had just become Miss Elena's guardian discovered this.

The other party did not comfort or stop her, but helped her pack up the other party's belongings.

They found these things on the bookshelf of the old apartment where their father had lived for a long time.

Grandma Kara's diary with the fragment of "Self-Portrait" in it.

It was placed together with a pile of European Community meeting documents, campaign notebooks filled with political propositions, and an old Walkman filled with Gustav Mahler's symphonies.

The diary looks worn, but not old.

Old books that no one cares about should usually look the other way around.

For example, the theological dictionaries stored in the manor library may have been read no more than ten times in the past century.

Miss Elena had seen what those books looked like.

Covered with dust, it was filled with the smell of decay and old age.

But the pages are straight.

A book from the late eighteenth century, well preserved, even looks like semi-new after shaking off the dust.

It's impossible to go any further.

At that time, the paper used for binding on a large scale in Europe was a very thin, light-transmitting "laid paper".

Ruled paper is more delicate.

It becomes brittle and easily falls apart after one or two hundred years.

Because the papermaking technology was not advanced at that time, it was difficult to produce prints or other publications that required very high printing standards.

The most popular item was the "goose skin paper" imported from the Qing Dynasty through trade.

And that diary seemed as if it had been frequently flipped through until recently.

The moment you open this suitcase.

Anna suddenly felt again.

She really didn't seem to know her father very well.

Would a man like him actually read through Kara's diary page by page?
If you don't see these things with your own eyes, it's hard to imagine what the scene would be like.

The yellow light of the desk lamp flickered brightly. A man who was usually full of ambition was sitting on the edge of the bed, surrounded by work documents.

He had earphones in his ears, playing Mahler's passionate and inspiring music, but he was also turning the pages of a girl's shattered dream from a hundred years ago, night after night.

Watched her rebellion, watched her persistence, and watched her death.

Miss Elena was very curious about how her father felt when he saw these things. What kind of mood would he be in?

When the father was flipping through this diary, did he think of his daughter?
Anna knows.

At the moment of her birth, her father set a life plan for her.

I want to be a diplomat.

Anna couldn't imagine that in another way of life, she would be sitting in the office of the Austrian ambassador to a European country, working as a cultural counselor, or in her father's office, working as the other party's campaign secretary.

If she refused such a life arrangement.

Will he be angry?
In this day and age, it is impossible to capture someone and lock him up in a dungeon.

But will the father fly into a rage and yell, or will he remain silent in disappointment, or will he suddenly hug her with relief and tell her to do what she wants to do?

Perhaps this will be an answer that Anna will never know in her lifetime.

just.

Whenever Miss Elena came here, she would flip through the diary and look at the long golden-red hair curled on the burnt piece of cloth.

An impulse would surge in her heart.

She wanted to protect these "swans", protect the former Grandma Kara, and also protect herself who was living another life.

Probably this is the reason.

That's why she likes Detective Cat so much.

"I never regret it, not at all."

Miss Elena said to herself.

She put down the diary.

The tablet on the table was showing live footage of a Broadway theater.

Anna had just finished watching the Scholastic Group's Centennial Awards Night, and she was very happy for Detective Cat Sister.