I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 349 Burning Brilliance
Early the next morning.

Char opened the door of the tavern very early, changed into his clothes and started making cocktails.

When his cocktail was ready, with a jingle, the door was pushed open, and a familiar figure came in.

Van Gogh walked in, but he was holding a boxy thing wrapped in cloth, which looked like a painting.

Xia Ya didn't seem to be surprised at his arrival at all, but just put the wine glass in his hand in front of him.

"Come and try it, it's free."

Van Gogh came to the side of the bar, and he looked at Char.

"I always feel that you predicted my arrival in advance, and it was the same last night. As soon as I came in, you made a cocktail."

"It's just a coincidence," Char said.

He does know that Van Gogh will come again, not because of his predictive ability, but because he knows that at this moment, Van Gogh is extremely eager for the approval of others.

He sat down again, looked at the wine glass carefully, took a sip, and continued.

"Is this the kind you gave me to drink last night?"

"Its name is Margaret." Char said, "Its creation originated from a sad story, and the author created it to commemorate his deceased lover.

When they were young, they went hunting together, but Margaret accidentally hit a stray bullet, lost too much blood, and died in John's arms.

John regretted it afterwards and turned his grief into a drink.

Margarita is mainly based on tequila, because the origin of tequila is the place where they fell in love.

Then add orange juice, lime juice and other juices to make it.

The heat of a strong liquor is palpable on the palate, but in an instant, this heat is tempered by the mildness of the lime, leaving a hint of orange on the finish.

This feeling seems to be the same as John and Margaret's love.Very warm, there is a touch of sadness. "

After a pause, Xia whispered, "Sometimes, when a person dies, it is the living who suffer the most."

After a moment of silence, Van Gogh raised his glass and took another sip. At this moment, he seemed to be able to feel the sadness in this glass of wine.

"Cocktails, like paintings, can express people's emotions." Van Gogh said.

"Human beings are the creatures with the richest emotions and the best ability to express emotions in this world." Shaar replied.

Van Gogh nodded in approval.

After finishing the cocktail, he opened the cloth strip wrapped around the thing in his hand, revealing the contents inside.

It was an oil painting.

"This is a painting I painted recently," he said.

Xia quietly looked at this painting, he knew this painting, it was "Starry Night Over the Rhone" from his favorite Starry Night series

The painting depicts a night scene along the Rhone River in Arles, a city in southern France, with emphasis on the sky and the river.

The sky is twinkling with stars, the river bank is also lit with street lights, the lights of the street lights are reflected on the river, two small boats are moored on the river bank, and a couple is walking on the river bank.

Although it is not as good as his most famous "Starry Night" in the Starry Night series, it is also a painting that Xia likes very much.

Starry skies are difficult to paint and the challenge he faced was capturing night scenes lit only by gas lighting and a star-filled night sky.

In the painting, the starlight in the sky and the reflection of the lights on the shore echo each other. The stars at night are surrounded by their own halos and form a circle.This way of handling light reflects Van Gogh's unique visual aesthetics.

"What a charming picture."

Xia Ya murmured softly with blurred eyes.

"The cool and charming dark blue short lines cover the entire night sky, and the strong strokes express the deep mystery and unpredictability of the night.

And the tiny star dotted on it, and the shadow of the gas lamp reflected on the river surface reflect each other.

The strong contrast between dark blue and bright yellow makes this work express a kind of inner surging emotion.

The depiction of lamps and shadows on the calm river is a bit naive"

"Your heart is eager to share, but also very lonely. You are a very straightforward person"

Shaar looked up at Van Gogh.

There was some absent-mindedness in his red eyes, and his breathing was also disordered. Xia Ya noticed that his fingers were trembling slightly, which was an incredible thing for a painter.

He also seemed to have noticed Shaar's gaze, he tremblingly raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said with a choked throat.

"Sorry, I lost my composure, it's just...just"

"I understand." Xia Ya whispered.

For a vast majority of people who have almost nothing in their lives, it is an incomparably extravagant thing to receive such a seemingly ordinary compliment.

"I want to buy this painting." Xia Ya said, "How much?"

"No need." Van Gogh said in a low voice, "This painting is given to you. Only you are entitled to own it."

"Although I don't think the value of artwork should be measured by price, the artist who creates artwork is after all a mortal body and needs to survive by value."

He took a bag out from under the counter and placed it on the table.

"Take it all, you deserve it."

Van Gogh picked up the purse and weighed it. It weighed a lot, and it should cost several hundred francs, about the same as the price of his last painting.

Although the price of four hundred francs is not too high in this era, it is not too low either. In fact, after the painting was sold, he was very happy for a long time.

It is undeniable that such a sum of money is indeed needed for his current life.

After all, he can't always live on his brother's relief.

"Come with me to my yard for a drink."

Char took the wine left by Semele from the counter.

"My yard has a nice view."

"Okay." Van Gogh said, he was in a good mood now.

Xia took the wine and led him away, entered the living room of the castle, and entered the courtyard through the living room.

The courtyard is no different from the past, but Van Gogh can see the careful design here at a glance.

The decoration of shrubs on one side, the flat turf on the ground and the beautiful flowers planted by the fence in front all show that the owner of this place is a person who loves life very much.

However, the most eye-catching thing is the lake in front of which reflects the starry sky. The starry sky here is so beautiful that you can even see the Milky Way. Countless stars are dotted on the sky like diamonds.

Provence does not have such a large lake, so this made Van Gogh wonder whether his mental illness had relapsed.

"This is Sailimu Lake, the most beautiful lake in the northwest of Beichen, the last tear of the Atlantic Ocean.

I have been here many years ago and it is even more beautiful during the day.

However, the starry sky at night is also a different view. "

Shaar sat on a recliner in the courtyard as if nothing had happened, admiring the night sky with blurred eyes.

"If my mind is still clear," Van Gogh said, "we should have been in West France just now, not Beichen."

"I'm a magician." Char said, "There's nothing surprising about it."

"No, that's the part about being surprised," Van Gogh complained.

Xia got up and opened the cork of the wine, and the rich and charming aroma of the wine spread to the surroundings. Van Gogh had never smelled such a charming smell in his life.

Char poured the wine on two goblets, and pushed one towards Van Gogh.

After a moment of silence, Van Gogh stepped forward to pick up the wine and took a sip. The rich aroma of the wine surged in his mouth, but it was not exciting, as if he was lying in a vineyard full of grapes. , intoxicating.

All the pain, troubles and sorrows seem to be temporarily put behind my mind at this moment.

There was a little confusion in Van Gogh's eyes. He lay on the armchair, and he didn't think about why they came to Beichen, but began to appreciate the night sky.

He put his hands on his lower abdomen, and he was very relaxed.

"Do you know?" Van Gogh said, "In my opinion, there are many things in this world that ordinary people cannot see.

I always believe that if you look carefully, there will be more wonders in the universe than you can imagine. "

He sighed, "How lucky we are to be alive to appreciate such a beautiful world."

"Can you see the world I see?" Van Gogh asked in a low voice, looking at the beautiful starry sky.

"Perhaps." Shaar leaned on the armchair, the breeze blew past, causing ripples in the water, making it very pleasant to watch.

Van Gogh looked at the sky in a daze, stretched out his hand and pointed at it.

"Look at the night sky, it's not a featureless blackness, it's dark, it's a deep blue."

He pointed that way.

"And over there, it's light blue."

He waved his hand aside.

"And whistling between the dark blue and black is the wind swirling across the sky, and the stars are shining, burning, and blooming."

He stood up slowly, with a smile on his face.

"Can you see their roaring starlight?"

Char listened to Van Gogh's narration, and he remembered that he had seen another famous painting called "Starry Night" in the past.

The sky in front of him also seemed to change as he narrated. On the alternating blue and black sky, there were star swirls full of dreams.

"No matter where I look, the magical power of nature shines in front of me." Van Gogh whispered.

"I have seen many landscapes, my friend." Xia whispered, "But you are right, the scenery in your eyes is unparalleled."

Van Gogh turned his head to look at Char beside him, his eyes flickered, and he said in a low voice.

"You'll be my best friend."

When we left the tavern, it was already dawn the next day.

Char and Van Gogh chatted all night long. They seemed like friends who had known each other for many days, and they talked almost everything.

While leaving, Van Gogh took a gift from Char to open when he returned home.

He returned home and couldn't wait to open the gift he gave.

It was a canvas painting, and as he gradually pulled the cloth covering the painting to reveal the painting inside, his pupils shrank slightly.

It was a landscape painting of the summer palace in Russia, which was painted by Shaar before he painted Catherine II, so the style of painting is almost the same.

He stretched out his hand, tremblingly touched the familiar strokes on it, and looked at its extremely applied colors.

He recognized almost at a glance that the style and brushwork of this painting was almost the same as that of the portrait of Ekaterina, and it was almost certain that it was written by the same person.

In the corner of this painting, a line of words was written in small characters.

Someday, people all over the world will pronounce your name differently - to Vincent van Gogh.

The strings on the purse he brought back with the weight of the purse undid themselves, revealing the coins inside.

Not francs as he thought, but gold coins, a whole bag full of gold coins, shining brightly in the sunlight shining through the window.
(End of this chapter)