I weave fate in parallel time and space

"Recently, this world has become more and more strange." Alicia obviously also saw the beetle taxi.

"The world is never static, is it?" Char said.

Alicia nodded, "That's true."

She quietly looked out of the window at the gradually receding town, and said in a low voice, "You said. Will this war still come?"

There was a faint brilliance in Shaar's eyes, "The world is a human world. As long as human nature remains unchanged, some things will eventually have a result."

Alicia lowered her eyes, "Is that so?"

She looked out of the window and looked at the endless plain, the sea of ​​fire in Yingjiao Town seemed to be still in front of her eyes, and the howling and crying sounds of each one in the sea of ​​fire seemed to still be echoing in her ears.

She whispered, "Arthur has done so many things, and at the end of the day, nothing seems to have changed."

"There is an old saying in Beichen." Xia Ya said quietly, "If you don't accumulate frog steps, you can't reach thousands of miles, and if you don't accumulate small streams, you can't form rivers and seas."

"If you just take a person's life as the yardstick, then compared to the entire human civilization, it is naturally extremely small, and no individual can shake the progress of civilization.

But if you stretch the entire timeline and look back, every small step taken by each person will become the driving force for a big step forward for human civilization.
The process of civilization can never be completed overnight. "

Alicia was speechless.

"I have a friend who is almost at the tavern." Shaar said.

"Go ahead," Alicia said.

Xia Ya leaned forward and kissed her forehead lightly, and then pushed open the car door on one side, which turned out to lead to a corridor.

Shaar stepped out of the carriage, then closed the door, and through this corridor, he came to the inside of the tavern.

Xia basically doesn't open taverns very much now.

After he manifested himself at the entrance of the Magic Association, more and more magicians came to the tavern, which completely violated his original intention of opening the tavern.

So he divided part of the tavern business, opened several remaining branches, and entrusted the management to other people.

And my original old tavern was completely sealed up, and it was only used to receive some old friends of Char and some new friends that Char wanted to meet.
He raised his hand, and all the dim lights in the tavern were turned on. He put on the tavern uniform, stood behind the bar, and began to make a cocktail. The shaker bottle jingled when he shook it.

"Ding bell~"

With the light ring of the doorbell, a man walked in in the rain. He was wearing a black felt hat, a very urban coat, and a blue tie. He looked like a gentle and elegant Parisian gentleman.

"Sorry." He lowered his head, his eyes were a little dodgy, and he was obviously a little nervous talking to strangers, "It's raining too much outside, I'm going in to hide, and I'll leave as soon as the rain stops."

As he spoke, he wiped the water droplets on his clothes.

The person behind the bar didn't respond. For a while, the tavern became quiet, and this quietness made him very anxious. He looked around, then raised his head to look at Shaar behind the bar.

"You don't seem to have any guests here?"

"It just opened." Char said.

He nodded, "The location you chose is not very good. If I hadn't been hiding from the rain, I might not even have found this place."

Char smiled, and he placed the prepared glass of margarita on the table.

"Want a drink?"

He looked at the wine and kept fumbling in his pockets, obviously hesitating.

Xia Ya also clearly saw his embarrassment, and smiled.

"Free."

Hearing this, he didn't hesitate any longer, but went to the bar and sat down, took off his hat and placed it on the side table.

His appearance gradually became clear as he placed the hat on the table. His facial features were well-defined, his pair of green eyes were piercing, and his bright red beard was very conspicuous. He should have some Celtic blood.

He couldn't wait to pick up the cocktail and drank it down. The strong and complex taste bloomed in his mouth, like a beautiful taste feast.

He raised the empty cocktail glass and looked carefully, "I've heard of this kind of mixed wine, but I haven't had a chance to drink it, it's too expensive.

I really don't understand, it's just mixing a bunch of wine, and selling such a small glass is more expensive than buying a whole bottle of wine. "

"Don't you think it's worth it?" Xia Ya asked with a smile on his face.

The man nodded irresistibly, "It's okay."

"So, do you want another drink?" Xia continued to ask, "It's a trial operation tonight, and the first customer who comes in can have a free drink."

"It seems that I was favored by fate once in a while." The man whispered.

He looked at the wine list on one side, "Then, order them all for me."

"The alcoholic drinks here are all high." Shaar's eyes were a little playful, "Are you sure you can drink?"

"Then, drink until I'm drunk." The man quietly stared at the wine glass, reflecting the confused face on the wine glass, his eyes flickering on and off, and his mood seemed to be very depressed.

"What's your name?" Char said, "My name is Char."

"Vincent," said the man, "Vincent van Gogh."

In fact, after taking Sissy to meet Beethoven, he had an idea. Since he was going to witness the history of mankind, he would inevitably leave a strong and colorful figure in the history of mankind. This era is in vain.

On March 1853, 3, Van Gogh was born in the pastor's mansion in the market center of Zundert in Brabant, southern Holland. His birthday was the anniversary of the death of his brother who died at birth.

Because he was lonely since he was a child, he was sent to Zundert's public school, and the terrible learning environment made him more and more rebellious.

He worked as an intern, a teacher, an assistant in a painting shop, and even a priest, but he was kicked out of the church because of his enthusiasm - preaching without a license.

So, at the age of 27, he slapped his head and started to learn painting, yes, 27 years old!
Compared with many painters who practiced painting since childhood, his admission time is actually very short, which is enough to show his talent.

However, because he started school late, lacked famous teachers, and died too early, he was always unknown when he was alive, and he didn't become famous until after his death.

However, after enrolling, he dropped out of school within a month because of rebellion and confrontation with the teacher.

In 1886, disappointed and confused, 33-year-old unemployed and lazy middle-aged Vincent van Gogh came to Paris to join his younger brother Theo who was an art dealer.

As the staunchest supporter and admirer of Van Gogh, Theo fully supported his brother financially, and also played the role of soul mate and confidant brother.

It was this younger brother Theo, who was an art dealer, who introduced him to his good friends Monet, Renoir, Lautrec and other young artists shortly after Van Gogh arrived in Paris.

For Van Gogh, this meeting was tantamount to opening a door for him, revealing a brand new world!

Impressionism, bright and short brushstrokes, and the light and shadow of those paintings
Everything made Van Gogh drunk. Since then, Van Gogh's painting style has undergone tremendous changes, and the colors have become richer and brighter.

The flat painted picture has been changed to finely arranged brush strokes.However, slowly, there is a growing depression, which makes Van Gogh, a small fan, no longer agree with the artistic pursuit of Monet and other big Vs.

Constantly depicting the color changes of the cathedral under various sunlight?So calm and objective?Where is the painter's ego?

A voice shouted in Van Gogh's chest: "I want to speak with colors! Say what I want to say!"

Van Gogh had too much emotion to express, and it was an honest way of expressing "heart and soul".

The sunshine in Paris was too lukewarm, and the blue sky in Paris was gray, which made Van Gogh breathless.He wants to draw more dazzling sunlight.

So, in 1888, Van Gogh went all the way south to Arles in the south of France, where he spent his last and most glorious two years.

After settling down in the south of France, Van Gogh wrote to his brother:

"Theo, I want to tell you that this corner of the world is in my eyes, the air is fresh, and the colors are intoxicating. The pale orange sunset makes the fields almost blue, and there is a bright yellow sun."

However, Van Gogh's mood was getting more and more depressed. In the eyes of the villagers, this strange man was already a frightening lunatic.

Until 1888, a major event that shook the history of modern art happened in this city: a red-haired foreign painter handed a bloody package to a man named Rachel at the door of a brothel in the local red light district. The cleaner girl - with his own ears in it.Rachel was scared to death.

Gauguin, a good friend of Van Gogh who was living in Arles at the time, broke up with him. At the same time, he received news that his younger brother Theo was going to get married.The family does not support his career, only his younger brother who is engaged in the art business supports him and will provide him with some financial assistance.

After getting married, it was unknown whether he would continue to assist him, which made Van Gogh very anxious.Of course, more confusion about his own future, all kinds of troubles from the outside world, and pain caused Van Gogh's spirit to become extremely unstable.

After his ear was cut off, he was sent to the Saint-Rémy mental hospital.

In the last year of Van Gogh's life, he was silent all day long, painting all day long, painting like burning life.

Van Gogh wrote in a letter to his brother:
"When I draw a sun, I want people to feel that it is spinning at an amazing speed, and it is sending out terrifying waves of light and heat. When I draw a field of wheat, I want people to feel that the wheat is heading towards its final ripening and blooming." effort."

On May 1890, 5, Vincent was cured and discharged from the St. Remy Sanatorium; the next morning, Vincent took the train to Gare de Lyon to find Theo.

In June, he and Theo's family stayed with Dr. Gachet for a week to create "Doctor Gachet"; in July, he completed the last work "Rye Field with Crows".

On July 7, he shot himself in the chest and died in Theo's arms on July 27;
On July 7, the funeral was held in Orwell.

This legendary talented painter failed to reconcile with himself in the end, nor could he wait for the moment when his paintings became famous.

Until his death, he died as an unknown and down-and-out painter. (End of this chapter)