Let Go of That Blackened Heroine

He was not that excited about his resurrection, or even seeing himself recognized.

Some people, even when they are alive, can make themselves crazy if they get promoted and get rich.

A person has worked hard all his life and finally gained the recognition of the world after death. Is it because he feels that he will not be able to enjoy this kind of glory because of his death, so he is disappointed?

For this artist, someone recognized that he should be more satisfied than pure money and glory.

Yuluo thought so in his heart.

This is purely speculative conclusion.

However, in addition to speculation, there is also a kind of intuition.

That is, he didn't care that much about glory.

Youluo could feel Van Gogh's heart, and she even wanted to close her own feelings, but, with her spiritual vision, she could naturally feel Van Gogh's heart.

However, she didn't want to feel it.

Because then, you will see yourself naturally.

However, something still involuntarily flowed into the heart lake.

Youluo snapped his fingers, and a luxurious sports car appeared before arriving at the museum. Youluo waved and said, "Vincent, let's go. If we don't hurry up, we might not have enough time."

"Where are you going?" Vincent asked with some doubts, but got into the car.

After a long absence, Yuluo drove the sports car again.

Yuyihu sat in the co-pilot with a serious expression on his face.

She felt that Youluo was very serious. This time, the speed of the car would be very fast, and maybe it would be dangerous.

Black air of fear flowed from her body, ready to protect Youluo at any time.

Many people would feel fear in such a weird and cold atmosphere, but Vincent didn't feel anything, it was very natural.

"As expected of a person who can be recognized by the world, facing the fear of my concubine, I don't even have the slightest fear."

The current Yuyihu has also learned English and other languages. In order to travel around the world with Yuluo, she is also studying very hard.

"Is this scary?" Vincent was a little puzzled.

"It's true that the breath of black can make people feel scared, but I don't think so, you make me have a wonderful feeling, I even feel like you are like the Virgin Mary, a black Virgin Mary , I even have such an inspiration that I can draw a completely different kind of work.”

"If she is the Virgin Mary in your eyes, then what is my impression in your eyes?" You Luo couldn't help asking.

"Jesus."

Van Gogh replied indifferently.

"Your feelings may be regarded as absurd jokes."

"However, my feeling is the feeling of being recognized by the world, really, an impression. How do you say it, a master of impressionism, a peerless genius, my words should be guaranteed."

Even a feathered fox who is not familiar with Western culture naturally knows what the Virgin Mary and Jesus are.

She was very happy with Van Gogh's impression of the two.

Because Jesus is the child of the Holy Mother, although to some extent, the two are not mother-child relationship, but, just like she and Yuluo, they are not mother and daughter, but now they are like mother and daughter.

However, she also felt a bad breath.

Van Gogh looked at impressions.

She didn't know much about Van Gogh, but just now, after all, she went shopping with Youluo, entered the museum, and saw the introduction of Van Gogh.

Van Gogh's paintings are originally impressionists.

What he draws is what he sees.

In a way, it's a subtle feeling, even inspiration, telepathy.

Yuyihu even felt that Van Gogh was a person with psychic ability who could see monsters, and Yuluo should also think so, otherwise, she would not have come to find Van Gogh specifically.

Even if it wasn't, Van Gogh also had some kind of psychic feeling, he just drew what he saw through psychic.

In other words, his paintings are rituals.

Sincerity leads to spirit, and there are few people who can surpass him with sincerity.

His words, like divination, are a kind of prophecy.

Jesus, in a sense, is also Yuluo's goal.

Yuyihu didn't find it strange, but she knew that Jesus was hung on the cross.

Her apprehension didn't last, though, as the sports car moved into motion.

Different from the previous start, the sound of the engine didn't have that heart-piercing feeling, and even had a vague sense of depression, as if the heart was being held down.

That feeling was like when Fujiwara Takumi saw Natsuki with someone else, and when he drove the 86 and was about to explode.

The people in the car could no longer maintain their thoughts, and even had a feeling that time stood still.

The speed is too fast.

And outside.