Let Go of That Blackened Heroine

"Hey, do you know Gauguin?"

"Of course!"

"Master, maybe not as great as Van Gogh, but he was the one who influenced Van Gogh's life. It is rumored that Van Gogh lost his left ear because of him. I don't know if it is true or not, but I don't think it will make Gao It becomes shallower. You can see a person’s character from his brushstrokes, and Gauguin is a person with charismatic personality. He is not only a great artist, but also a good teacher and helpful friend.”

"Yes, he is. Thank you, sir, thank you."

Vincent said with a sob.

He turned around and saw Yuluo.

"Thank you."

He thanked him again.

Youluo didn't care about being grateful, but asked, "Do you understand his paintings?"

"I understand."

"Did you forgive him?"

"I never blamed him!"

Vincent wiped his tears and said seriously: "I understand. We seem to have the same goal, but the videos we see are completely different. We are people on the same road, but we can't walk together. But, thank you You, because of Miss Yuluo, let me see his paintings."

"What's more important is to see that he has been recognized. I don't care whether I have been recognized by the world, but it is still very happy to have someone recognize his works and see him draw such perfect works."

Vincent looked at Yuluo.

"Miss Yuluo, when I paint the sun, I hope that people can feel the sun's rotation at an amazing speed and feel its heat. When I paint a wheat field, I hope people can feel that the wheat is moving towards the sun. Their ripening and blooming efforts. When I draw apple trees, I want people to feel that the juice inside the apple is pushing the skin open, and the seed in the core is striving to bear fruit."

"And when I paint a person, I have to paint his whole life."

"My paintings are what I see and feel."

"When I looked at Ms. Yamabuki, I saw the black Virgin Mary, sad, resentful, and desperate, but with the most gentle maternal nature, like the earth, pregnant with light."

"You are her light."

"And when I look at you, I see God, but I also see loneliness and sorrow."

"Miss Yuluo, when painting, there are always people who try to express pain, thinking that this is greatness. Pain is easy to describe, but it is art to use one's own pain and suffering to paint the happiness and beauty of this world."

"Miss Youluo. People who commit suicide cannot go to heaven. I don't use death to seek heaven. I even die to seek my own heaven."

"The night sky is not dark, it looks black, but it is dark blue, light blue, intertwined with each other, the wind swirls in the air, flowing in black and blue. And the stars, in it, shine, burn, and stir ... Then, it is already my paradise."

"Miss Youluo, may the starry night that belongs to you have dark blue, light blue, wind, stars, and light..."

"Yes, it will."

"Because I have already seen it. If there is my Starry Night, then there must be Miss Yuluo who summoned me."

Van Gogh held Yuluo's hand.

Yuluo let out a long sigh.

Van Gogh is gone.

The wish has been fulfilled.

His desire is not to see himself recognized by the world, so when he sees himself recognized, he does not disappear.

He is not drawn because of the sympathy of the world for him, hoping that he can come to modern times to see his desire to be recognized.

At that moment, Yuluo thought of Yinglili.

It is not the sympathy of those people that summoned Van Gogh to modern times, but resonance.

The phenomenon of synchronicity is the resonance of different people at the same time, in different places.

What Van Gogh drew was not his sympathy for Van Gogh, but Yuluo's care and longing for Yinglili.

More than a hundred years ago, Van Gogh had the same feelings for his friends.

Similar sentiments resonated.

Like Van Gogh, think of Gauguin.

Yuluo's mind reading reads Gauguin.

She didn't want to admit it, because admitting that Van Gogh cared about Gauguin meant that she thought of Ying Lili again.

Van Gogh and Gauguin seemed to be on the same path, but eventually parted ways.

Van Gogh even cut off his left ear.

Youluo didn't want to think about it, but at this moment, it was unavoidable.

There was no change on her face.

It's just that she can feel it.

After Van Gogh's words, something like a bottleneck suddenly opened.

Van Gogh was a genius with unique insights into psychics.

Because of him, Youluo has a deeper understanding of psychics.