I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 350 Show me the future
After meeting Van Gogh, Char closed the tavern there and never met him again.

Ever since Xiaya's friends of ordinary people passed away, he knew that there was an insurmountable gap between ordinary people and him.

Therefore, for mortals, he usually seldom makes close friends, so as not to increase sorrow.

The boring time always flies by quickly, and soon, the time came to 1914.
Dark clouds covered the sky, heavy rain poured down, and the rain fell on the ground, splashing a layer of white mist, like a misty white gauze, and the sky was dark.

Shaar and Alicia stood in front of a tombstone holding an umbrella together.

The heavy rain slapped on the umbrella surface, making a crackling sound.

The content written on the tombstone is very simple.

1853年3月30日—1896年6月25日。

Vincent van Gogh.

"He's in his 40s," Alicia said.

"Yes." Xia whispered softly, "died by suicide."

Van Gogh still failed to defeat himself in the end, but compared to him who passed away at the age of 37 in his previous life, he has persisted for a long time.

"I remember you mentioned this name." Alicia said, "A new friend you met, you said that he would choose to end his life in the future, and you gave him some hope."

Xiaya didn't say anything, just put the flowers in his hand in front of the tombstone.

"Life is like this, there is pain and joy. Obviously, his happiness is not enough for him to overcome the pain in his heart."

Van Gogh had a very serious mental illness, suffering from bipolar affective disorder, both bipolar disorder and depression. Years of underappreciated talents obviously made his condition worse.

In the third year after meeting Shaar, he was admitted to a mental hospital for treatment due to his illness. During his stay in the hospital, he kept painting like burning his life.

He is very strong and has been fighting against illness for his own ideals.

But in the end, still failed to overcome fate
"Physical pain can be easily healed." Shaar murmured softly, "But for spiritual pain, you can only rely on yourself."

"Is he a very good painter?" Alicia asked curiously.

"Of course." Xia said without hesitation.

"He was the best painter in the world, and certainly the most popular, greatest, and most beloved.

His use of color is amazing.He transformed the pain of a tortured life into intoxicating beauty.

Suffering is easy to describe, but pain and suffering are used to describe the joy, joy and beauty of our world like never before, and perhaps never since.

That strange wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the greatest painter in the world but one of the greatest men who ever existed.

The beauty of high-level paintings is the realization of thoughts. You can see emotions, enthusiasm, anxiety, and closure in his paintings.

At the same time, people can only reproduce people like photos.

In the reproduced painting, what people see is a beautiful photo.

In Van Gogh's paintings, you can see the purest colors, the purest art and the purest emotions. "

Alicia seldom saw Shaar comment on a person like this, she quietly stared at the tombstone.

"Unfortunately, I haven't seen him."

"No, you've already seen him"

Shaar's gaze flickered.

"The painting in front of our bed is his work, and that is the trace he left in the world."

At this time, beside them, a couple came over. They were all dressed in black and stood beside Shaar.

The appearance of the south is very similar to that of Van Gogh, but he is older than him. He also holds a bunch of flowers in his hand. It seems that he should also come to worship, because today happens to be the anniversary of Van Gogh's death.

He looked at Shaar carefully and said.

"Excuse me. Are you Mr. Char?"

"Are you Van Gogh's younger brother?" Char said.

"My name is Theo," he said.

"Just a moment!"

With that said, Theo turned around and walked back with his wife to the carriage parked not far away on the side of the road.

When he came out again, he was holding a drawing board wrapped in cloth.

He held it very carefully. Since it was raining heavily outside, he raised it a little higher so that the rain wouldn't splash the painting.

Shaar raised his hand, and at that moment, the dark clouds receded, the rainstorm stopped, and the sun swayed down from the sky again.

Theo obviously had never experienced such a strange weather, but after hesitating for a while, he asked his wife to put away the umbrella and walked towards Char.

"My brother told me that you were his best friend. He left you a present. But... when I went to the address he gave me, you were no longer there."

He handed the drawing board in his hand to Xia Ya.

"When I come to worship my brother every year, I will bring this thing with me, thinking that I may meet you."

Shaar took the painting, "Thank you."

"I should be the one thanking you," Theo said.

He turned his head to look at the tombstone on one side.

"I know his pain. In his life, no one recognized him except me. You are one of the few lights in his life."

Xia was silent for a moment, "One day, people all over the world will pronounce his name with different pronunciations."

"He also said this sentence." Theo murmured softly, "It seems that I have found the source."

He silently bowed to Xia, then put the flowers in his hand in front of Van Gogh's tomb, turned and left.

Alicia watched Theo's leaving back and said softly.

"He's in pain."

"Death, under certain circumstances, the one who suffers will be the living." Shaar said calmly.

The younger brother of Van Gogh undoubtedly valued his elder brother very much, and he spared no effort to support him when he was confused and self-doubting, and he has been helping him to realize his dream.

Van Gogh also died in his arms.
"Why is no one recognizing him?" Alicia asked.

"The mainstream of this era is the traditional classical realism style, and artists and institutions with a certain status are all academics. And Van Gogh's style is of course non-mainstream."

Xiaya took Alicia and left here, walking while saying.

"However, realism will eventually be replaced by photographs, and his style will inevitably be regarded as a treasure in the future.

His works can be famous in any era.

But only... is not in this era of his existence. "

Shaar took Alicia back to the castle, and he unpacked the painting, revealing the canvas painting inside.

This painting is also based on the starry sky, which is very similar to his "Starry Night".

But it turned out that the village of Saint-Remy under the starry sky turned into a clear lake of Sailimu, which was exactly the scene of the night when Shaar and Van Gogh had a long talk all night.

He used a very exaggerated technique to describe the starry sky full of movement and change.The sky at night is high and far away, with big and small stars swirling in the night sky, the golden full moon forming a huge vortex, and the short lines of the nebula entangled and circling, as if people can see the passage of time.

The dark green-brown cypress trees are like huge flames, responding to the starry night carnival.Under the sky, the sleeping lake is so peaceful and serene.The light blue tone and dynamic lines give people a sense of time and space.

Although this painting depicts the starry sky, it does not intend to use the vast universe to contrast the insignificance of human beings and make human beings fearful.

Xiaya felt a spirit of not bowing to fate.

The nebula flying in the sky seems to be spinning and dancing, blooming like flowers, and the flexible branches are fearlessly drawn to the sky despite their meager strength.

And the huge cypress tree that goes straight up to the clouds is like a mass of black tongues of fire, stretching its branches and leaves unyieldingly.It seems to reveal the author's inner distress and melancholy.It also shows the struggle and struggle of human beings.

Behind the painting, there is a sentence written.

"Witness that future for me. Give it to my best friend—Char."

Xiaya didn't say anything, just walked into his studio silently.
(End of this chapter)