Domineering baby: I want this daddy

[599 and Brando's Art Debate]

Most of the people who accompanied Ozawa in the past two days were not the owner here, but the lady's confidant who appeared when the warehouse was kidnapped. disgusted attitude, so they had to send an irrelevant man to take care of his daily life.

Just finished lunch, Ozawa stepped down from the dining chair, looked at the man standing beside him and asked, "Where is my computer?"

"Back to Master, your computer had some problems yesterday and it broke. I'm afraid it will take a few days to get it back. There are not many modern electrical appliances that can be used in this ancient castle. If you are bored, Master, you might as well go to Master Brando Chat with Miss, they have spared some time these few days to accompany you, Young Master."

The man continued, tidying up his things and persuading him with a very respectful tone.

Ozawa had no expression on his face and didn't answer, but he knew in his heart that when he logged into the game yesterday and leaked information to Zhuang Zhuang, his intranet monitoring showed some flaws.

It is true that there are not many modern technology appliances here, but the monitoring design and intranet are first-class.

Even he, after sending out a message with lightning speed to erase his traces, was found within 10 minutes, and his only laptop that had contact with the outside world was confiscated.

Mobile phones, computers, Internet, and everything that can communicate with the outside world are all confiscated. The room here is very large and the place is very large. It is a magnificent and European-style castle. Looking at the decoration and furniture, it must have been a few years ago, from a hundred years ago. A traditional castle passed down from before.

When Ozawa logged into the game last night, he naturally thought about leaking the information here to Zhuang Zhuang and the Nangong family, but unfortunately, Brando and his group acted very cautiously. He blindfolded and took the car with him. The symphony music kept playing loudly in the car to prevent him from distinguishing the way when he was walking all the way.

"I know you are a smart kid, and I also know what your main purpose of following here is." When he took off the blindfold, he was led to the inner courtyard of the castle, the gate was locked, and the courtyard was full of people in black , "So, in order to prevent you from doing some stupid things, I have to do this, Ozawa, don't blame Daddy."

Bai Lan's voice was gentle, but Ozawa couldn't hear any affection, but gave him a cold look, and followed him into the castle——

Yes, Brando was right.

He came here this time, one, to investigate some things five years ago, to find out what Mommy had encountered in this heinous black terror; second, and the main purpose, is to break into the black terror and do everything possible Find and provide some black terrorists' route locations and hidden weaknesses inside.

After all these years, Mommy has been focusing on what to investigate when she was in the fbi, and he knows best.

However, Black Horror has been able to hide for so many years without leaking any clues, and has not even revealed any location information of its own headquarters in front of the world, which shows how treacherous and unpredictable its hidden potential is.

I'm afraid that even Nangong can't guarantee that the location he found is not an ambush and bait set up by the black fear.

Even though it has been two days since the location of the castle he is staying in now, he has not even figured out any of the characteristics of the castle and the location of this black terror...

"Where's Brando?" Ozawa asked suddenly, raising his eyebrows.

The confidant who was cleaning up the dishes was obviously surprised. He looked at Ozawa for a few seconds before he came to his senses and replied, "Master Brando...in his studio...you...do you want to see him, master... ..."

"I have something to ask him." Ozawa said, "Take me to see him."

"Okay, okay." The man was very excited, nodded quickly, put down the work in his hands, and took Ozawa directly to a dark room deep in the castle——

Brando's studio is not particularly large, and the decoration is not magnificent. It is clearly in the dark, but there is no sense of uncleanness. Even the colorful colors in the palette reveal a strong floral fragrance...

After sending Ozawa to the door, the confidant left, Ozawa opened the door and entered, Brando didn't seem to notice, he was still painting.

Ozawa stepped forward, glanced behind him, and found that he was drawing a girl.

Long black dress, charming eyes, a trace of cruelty in the light, skin as white as pure snow, but hands covered with bloodstains...

The blood was adjusted by him to be extremely thick, thick and lifelike, and the cold air hits people, as if standing in front of the painting and looking at it, you can feel the thick blood and the murderous look from the girl's hands...

"Is it beautiful?" After drawing the last stroke, Brando put down the brush in his hand, turned to Ozawa and asked, "What do you think, I will present this painting as a gift to important people?"

Ozawa shook his head and denied, "It's not real enough, nor respectful enough."

Brando raised his eyebrows, "Do you see who I drew?"

"It's my mommy."

"Which mommy?"

Ozawa raised his eyebrows very quickly, and said in an extremely displeased voice, "I remember I told you that I only have one mommy. If that's the case, I don't want to repeat it!"

Brando laughed, "So, can you tell the difference between your mommy and the woman who looks exactly like her in the castle?"

Ozawa didn't answer him, but the answer was obvious. The look in his eyes showed that you were asking nonsense.

"What do you mean, this painting is not real enough, nor respectful enough?" Brando tilted his head, looked at Ozawa and asked slowly, "This is your mommy's teenage appearance, you have never seen it before. How can we discuss the truth?"

"This painting." Ozawa pointed to the girl's eyes, expression, and the fiery red blood on her fingertips, "too much of your imagination is integrated in it. The person who is drawn is not on the surface, but on God, on the heart, on the mind, It’s just three simple and basic things, you can’t do any of them, let’s talk about a real beautiful word. And the most failed thing in this painting is the blood that is extremely portrayed but obviously deliberately exaggerated.”

"Blood?" Brando whispered, "Son, this is the process I worry about the most."

Brightness, richness, viscosity, and the speed and flow marks flowing down the blood vessels of the skin... He did not know how much painstaking effort it took to draw such a true-to-life effect.

"You tried to paint a fearless and extremely powerful girl, but you extremely portrayed her desire and dependence on blood that was everywhere and no longer radiated from her body. This kind of contradiction is a failure," Ozawa said clearly. "If the scene of the painting is realized, I guess, the emotions that the person in the painting is full of about all of this should be fear, fear, trembling, that is, trying to get rid of everything...you are using imagination to transform her into what you want Strictly speaking, what you expect and want to see is just something you paint for yourself, and it doesn’t have the meaning of dedicating it to anyone.”

Ozawa's comments were direct and straightforward.

After finishing speaking, he did not expect to get Brando's anger, but Brando's admiration and admiration. He pondered for a few seconds, looked up and down at Ozawa several times, and then sighed slightly, and said with a little emotion, "...It really is...a child who is extremely compatible with my personality...It really is like this...that can make it perfect..."

Ozawa didn't know what his words meant, but he just frowned and said, "What I said is that everyone knows the basics of painting. Sir, what I want to reveal is that maybe you have the basics of painting. You didn’t play well sir, so you don’t have to think too much.”

Ozawa felt chills because he looked at him looking so relieved that he had found a bosom friend...

Brando didn't care, stood up, put away the paintbrush, and said as he put it away, "Come with me, I'll show you something."

Ozawa frowned, instinctively wanting to refuse.

But I heard Brando say, "Don't you have a question to ask me? I have been surpassed in painting, how about I comment on my next character and hobby, and see if your investigation data is true. Can you beat me in this test?" ,how?"

Red Guoguo's provocation.

Ozawa frowned and didn't answer, but followed him anyway.

Walking into the back room, Ozawa was surprised.

This room is large and elegantly decorated. It is obviously a collection house. It is full of beautiful things and collectibles. Of course, in addition to some famous paintings, there are more Chinese antiques with great collection value. Pick one at random. The pieces are all of high value and the auction price is high.

Many of them have only recently started to be circulated in the market, and they can be auctioned for sky-high prices. Unexpectedly, most of them are now collected by Brando and bought at sky-high prices.

"How?" Brando asked.

Art has no borders, no high and low, but the unexpected will always ask for approval... The so-called since ancient times, it is hard to find a bosom friend,

Ozawa raised his eyebrows, looked at a green and dark green jade antique, and walked over——

"Do you like this?" Brando asked, smiling, "Good eyesight, this is an inconspicuous, but extremely expensive, high-end collection."

Ozawa didn't speak, but smiled.

Then, slap—

Just throw it away and throw the thing on the ground.

The jade is broken into two petals.

"You..." Bai Lan frowned, a little displeased, but she didn't say much, but continued, "Is your talent for antiques a destruction?"

"of course not."

Saying that, Ozawa walked towards an antique next to the jade, one after another, and then another, one by one——

Crack, clap.clap clap -

One piece after another, all of them fell to the ground and fell into pieces...

Brando's complexion turned a little pale, he looked at him, and said with some forbearance, "I can pamper you unconditionally, but I can't condone your behavior of destroying art."

"Art?" Ozawa smiled, looked at him and shook his head, "Uncle, do you really understand art? It's fine if you can't draw well, and you don't even know how to collect them. Of course, no one wants to destroy the real ones. I will throw them away. All of them are fake!"

"Fake?" Brando frowned and shook his head, "Impossible, I got all of these from a formal auction by a state-certified institution..."

"So, ignorance kills people, uncle!" Ozawa smiled and shook his head, that smile already had the confidence to sigh and laugh.