Ma Zhe is an oil painter, self-proclaimed, no one knows. Pen "fun" pavilion www.biquge.info he learned oil painting at the age of six, at the age of twelve by the famous teacher under the door, grew up in praise, whether it is a classmate, or a teacher, are amazed by his oil painting skills, at the age of 17, his paintings were bought at a high price of 100,000 yuan.

It seems that this is a boring story, the growth history of a generation of oil painting masters, and the final outcome is nothing more than that Ma Zhe has achieved fame since then, walked to the peak of his life, and lived happily by painting.

However, we all know that life is sometimes far more dramatic than TV dramas, so Ma Zhe's oil painting life had a little accident when he was eighteen years old - his father died.

This doesn't seem to have a big impact on Ma Zhe's oil painting life, although Ma Zhe is a single-parent family, and he became an orphan after losing his father, but this can't take away his talent for oil painting.

So there is something to say, Ma Zhe's father is very rich, very rich, and he is very doting and doting on Ma Zhe, as long as Ma Zhe opens his mouth, he can't wait to pick off the stars in the sky, Ma Zhe has been smooth sailing since he was born, and he has reached out for food to open his mouth, all because his father is very rich.

So when he took care of his father's funeral, picked up his paintbrush again, and went to report to the oil painting teacher, his oil painting teacher was very embarrassed to say the truth about everything.

He is not an oil painting teacher, and even those classmates who studied oil painting with Ma Zhe did not come to learn oil painting at all, their real identity is an "actor" invited by Ma Zhe's father.

What he has to do every day is to copy a sentence from some oil painting magazines, copy a sentence from the east and a sentence from the west, and make it as tall as possible to fool Ma Zhe, and what those students have to do is simpler, they only need to come to this studio every day to scribble indiscriminately, and then praise Ma Zhe desperately, and they can get a good salary. So most of them are unemployed vagrants who have graduated but can't find a job, on the one hand, to give Ma Zhe an illusion of "I am a genius", and on the other hand, only these leper dogs with little ability and dignity can be so shameless to give their flattery to a child.

As for the painting, which sold for 100,000 yuan, there is no doubt that Ma Zhe's father bought it.

Ma Zhe collapsed, he couldn't accept everything in front of him, so he fell out with the teacher.

He returned home in despair, and after several days of confusion, he finally turned over a dusty memory from the depths of his mind.

It was when he was eight years old, his initiation teacher, a conversation with him.

"Why didn't you practice and see what you had drawn?"

"My dad told me to go to bed early, and he said that I was a genius and that I didn't have to practice so much to become a master. ”

The teacher was obviously angry, and his face, which had already begun to wrinkle, began to twitch, but he didn't say anything in the end, and dropped a sentence: "Rest today!" and left directly.

That night, there was a fierce quarrel in Ma Zhe's father's study, and the teacher came out of the study with an ugly face and left directly, and since then, the teacher has never been here.

Ma Zhe flipped through the phone book for a long time before finding the teacher's phone number, and dialed it tremblingly.

"Mr. Liu... I'm Ma Zhe, a student you taught ten years ago. ”

"Ma Zhe?...... Ma Zhe: What's the matter, genius? Have you learned something?"

"Teacher, do I really have no talent for oil painting......

"Don't say whether there is or not, even if you have, if you study oil painting like you, you can't have any great achievements in this life!!"

"Smack"

The sound of the phone falling, the teacher felt that something was wrong, shouted a few more times, no one answered, and had to hang up the phone helplessly.

Ma Zhe wandered around the house like a walking corpse, and finally found dozens of paintings from under his father's bed, which he started from learning to paint, and he painted not long ago.

A few days later, Ma Zhe knocked on Mr. Liu's door with his painting tools on his back.

"Teacher, can I continue to learn from you?"

Teacher Liu already knew that Ma Zhe's father had died, and he wanted to refuse, because he was also old and weak, but looking at Ma Zhe's haggard face and desperate eyes, Teacher Liu still nodded with difficulty.

With a really good teacher to teach and enough time to learn to paint, Ma Zhe feels that he has walked on the right path, and as long as he persists, he will definitely be able to reach the other side.

However, although life is sometimes dramatic, most of the time, there is no reversal.

Mr. Liu soon discovered that Ma Zhe had lost all his enthusiasm for life under a series of blows that were enough to drive people crazy, and oil painting became Ma Zhe's obsession, a tool desperate to prove himself.

Therefore, his works have no beauty or hierarchy at all, just like college entrance examination essays produced on the assembly line, only barely pretentious and inadvertently revealed in the dark heart.

In other words, Ma Zhe had no talent for oil painting.

Ma Zhe fell into a vicious circle, the more he wanted to prove himself, the deeper the obsession, the worse the work, the worse the work, the harder he painted...

Twelve years later, Ma Zhe went crazy, and when he was thirty years old, he saw a fifteen-year-old boy painting excellent works that were completely unattainable at his level.

He was put in a psychiatric hospital, shackled, because the fifteen-year-old boy, who was killed by him, was judged to be a psychopath with a strong desire to hurt people, and finally shot.

He wanted to become an oil painter, but until he died, he never painted a commendable work, there are some things in this world that are not just hard work. So when he was thirty years old, he still did nothing, and could only live on the wealth left by his father, and spent every day in the double denial of others and himself, and his life was full of gloom.

This also made his resentment far stronger than ordinary people, and the earthbound spirit that turned into after death hibernated in the community where Teacher Liu lived before his death, as long as an artist lived in this community, he would be pulled into a fantasy by Ma Zhe and forced into a madman......

The house where Mr. Liu lives was demolished and rebuilt, and a modern residential area was built, and no artist has been here for a long time, Ma Zhe's resentment has gradually dissipated, and the spirit body without the support of faith has also tended to be scattered, originally, Ma Zhe should have dissipated like other wandering ghosts, and finally another artist came to the community, a young artist of twenty years old...

Excellent, unprecedentedly excellent, Ma Zhe has never seen such an excellent artist in his life, not only proficient in various genres of painting techniques, among which the oil painting techniques are obviously more superb than Mr. Liu...

Why!!Why am I not the one who has this talent? Why am I not as good as these people who have only studied for a few years? Why are these geniuses always able to trample on my dignity effortlessly!

Resentment, endless resentment, continued to emerge from the depths of Ma Zhe's soul, and the scattered spirit body became incomparably condensed under this unprecedented stimulation...