"No, it's impossible...... the corners of Gu Xiaoxiao's mouth curled very far-fetched, and she tried to deny this qiē to Picasso, or prayed that Picasso would tell her in the next second, what she just said was actually a joke.

"What's impossible about that? Why do you find it impossible? Picasso's eyes looked straight into the small eyes, the sharp gaze was undeniably serious, and there was something akin to despair hidden.

"Because, because...... She ......"

"My lord, I have been serving you for more than a quarter of a century, but only a quarter of a century, so you say that 'life' is a bit long." Ines spoke in a sarcastic tone outside the door, and she couldn't open the sudden, seemingly thin paper door, so she could only talk to herself alone through the closed door.

"yes, a quarter of a century...... It's not long to say it's long, and it's not short to say it's short. Picasso slid off the bench and fell to the ground, leaning his back against the cold, rough wood, his face depressed and sad.

"Suo Suo ......" Gu Xiaoxiao bent down and tried to get close to him, wanting to touch him, but the outstretched hand stopped at a distance of 1 centimeter, because the man in front of him exuded an aura of resistance and did not allow anyone to approach.

"I love you more and more every day. You are my qiē. I'm going to give up all my qi for you, for our eternity. Ines seemed to be a different person, and she was talking outside the door.

Was she confessing to Picasso? I was a little surprised at this untimely affection.

"You, how do you know?" Picasso shuddered and questioned in a loud voice, his words confused enough to see that his mind was shaken.

"Can't I know?"

"No, no! You shouldn't know. ”

"Yes! It's a love letter you wrote to Therese, but you're moving into a new house with another woman. Gu Xiaoxiao actually found a trace of loneliness in Ines's sneer, "But this is you, you are born with this ability, so that the women who fall in love with you are willing to live in some imaginary fantasy, no matter how deep the gap between the environment and reality is......"

"Ines......" Gu Xiaoxiao heard Picasso's almost inaudible murmur, and she suddenly realized that she couldn't insert a sentence between such two people, as if it was this paper door that could not be pushed open, and it was a barrier that could never be overcome.

"I know that you, who are at the intersection of youth and youth, unleash your desires to the fullest, but at the same time slander women as devils who do not know how to be satisfied; Your heart is full of country superstitions, but in the blink of an eye, you spend a lot of money and live a bohemian prodigal life; Such a man who does his own thing but considers himself a communist, such a ...... you" Ines frantically recounted without logic, not breathing, as if trying to fully express something that had been hidden in her heart for many years, "but such a person, such contradictions are more than this, far deeper than these...... That's what attracted me! ”

Gu Xiaoxiao was stunned, she seemed to be able to see the tears of a woman outside a paper door.

"It's not love, I know. But I want to say...... It's really not just love...... "There is something like a cry that erupts in silence, invisibly penetrating this paper door.

****

"Tiny." Picasso didn't say a word for a long time, and suddenly opened his mouth in the silence, but he was calling for a small name.

"What, Soso......" sat stiffly on the bench, maintaining a distance of 1 centimeter from Picasso, and his heart was extremely complicated and indescribable.

"You know what...... When I was not yet fifteen years old, I wandered back and forth countless times in the land of fireworks, and I knew that this pleasure scene was just a play, but it was firmly imprinted on the trajectory of my life, and I could not erase it. Picasso narrowed his eyes a little sadly, "I used to think that people who couldn't sleep with me couldn't be my friends, I didn't mean that I wanted to sleep with women or men, at least I wanted to feel the warmth and intimacy of sleeping together." Picasso gave a self-deprecating expression, "After I died, I learned that those temptations were not for the purpose of finding love, or even for the pleasure of possession, but completely out of the desire to ruin miè." ”

"No, Soso......"

"You won't understand, Tiny! I used to pray to God for my little sister who was about to die, and in that great grief I wanted to save her, even if God could save her, even if it was at the expense of my talents! But...... My thoughts didn't last long, and I soon began to hesitate. Picasso closed his eyes and plucked his heartstrings in a rough voice, "On the one hand, I hope that my sister will get better, and on the other hand, I think that if my sister dies, then my talent for painting will still be there." Am I excessive? ”

"No, it's not......"

"And when my sister really died, I decided that God was a devil, and that fate was against me; At the same time, she will feel that it was her own indecision that led God to take her away. Picasso belched and sighed, and then suddenly burst out, "Obviously with a great sense of guilt, I damn believe that I have the power to kill and kill, and I believe that I can manipulate the decision to kill!" I would feel that my little sister's death was to help me become a painter, a call from heaven...... Ha ha...... How incomprehensible I am! ”

Gu Xiaoxiao looked at the man sitting on the ground in a daze, silent for a while, self-deprecating for a while, laughing for a while, and crying for a while.

"You would never have imagined that my second wife, grandson, and long-time lover Therese committed suicide; The wife went insane; At the time of painting Guernica, my lover and artistic partner, Dora Marr, had a nervous breakdown - these are just a few of the lists of those who have been close to me to destroy my mière, and there is so much evidence that I am a mière! Little! She wasn't wrong, Ines wasn't wrong! My tragedy is that while advocating devastation in painting, I am also ruthlessly destroying miè in life...... This is my fate! Picasso burst into tears, tears that were so thrilling on the angular male skin.

Before Gu Xiaoxiao could say anything, she saw a figure appear out of thin air in this empty room.

It's a terrifying scene, it's a child, the figure is faint, as if the projection illusion is extremely unstable.

He fell to his knees and folded his hands, "Oh God! Please save my little sister Conchita, I am willing to be taken back this innate talent for painting, and never pick up a brush again for the rest of my life. While praying, Xiao Xiao looked at the visions that looked like Picasso between his eyebrows, and determined that this was Sosso when he was a child.

"No......" The body sitting on the ground was shaking.

Then, the boy disappears, and a gypsy boy appears, a close friend he once made briefly in his "Paradise Lost" town of Horta.

Facing Picasso who had fallen to the ground, he took a painful and decisive approach - he pulled out his knife and sighed, "I love you so much." I have to leave you. Otherwise I can only kill you, because we are different from each other. "After the words, it is the back of the resolute departure, and the farther and farther it goes, it means an eternal parting.

"No, don't!" Picasso held his head, and what he saw in his eyes at the moment was a shocking desolation, and he even felt inexplicably that he was going to disappear in a flash.

"Enough!" Xiao Xiao couldn't take it anymore and reached out and danced around trying to knock the figure away.

Gu Xiaoxiao knelt on the ground and hugged the man who was on the verge of despair, "Suo Suo...... Soso...... No! Whining...... That's not true! ”

Gu Xiaoxiao burst into tears, she seemed to feel that there was no tenderness and bitterness in Suo Suo's heart.

The deeper the pain he suffered, the more he was hurt because he was disappointed because of his emptiness, and the more he blamed himself for his own sins, so he began to doubt his own existence!

"Uh......h Did you know, Soso...... I will be happy for a long time for your sentence 'very beautiful', and I will be touched by the genius brushstrokes that you have worked so hard to create, I may not know much about painting, but I will always be happy because of those color blocks...... These are all you give me...... So, so it's not what you say! ”

Xiaoxiao hugged the trembling body tightly, and couldn't stop crying in her throat, "I'm like this too, everyone is like this!" The more you devote yourself to it, the more you throw yourself wholeheartedly on it, the closer it is to the truth......" Little Little cried and roared hoarsely, "Maybe it is indeed close to death at the same time, and it always gets unsatisfactory results, but the worst thing is not those attitudes, but the lack of courage to admit those bitter loves, hatreds...... These feelings are not the most sinful, because we are not gods, but men! ”

Picasso's breath was stagnant, and his whole body was dying, like a soldier left at the end of the century, in the midst of this black and oppressive mourning, he was embraced by the only light pouring down from heaven.

"Suoso, listen up!" Xiaoxiao's whole little face was drowned in tears, and she shouted loudly to the man in her arms, "You may be a ruiner, but at the same time, you are also a creator!" ”

Note: Some of Picasso's quotes in this chapter are based on biographical and historical sources, as detailed in Picasso's biography by Ariana Stahinople Holauton