78. The meaning of a painting
Baili Renault sighed, put the painting on his desk, and began to think deeply. The candle flame reflected his side face, half dark, half warm, and the eyes that could not see the depth were also bright and extinguished in the candle flame.
Looking at this picture inexplicably a little sad, An Xiaoxiao felt even more guilty, so she asked softly: "If you really appreciate my Mobao so much, why don't I paint another one for you?" β
Baili Renault glanced at her angrily: "Do you think this king appreciates your painting level?" β
An Xiaoxiao nodded on her toes and smiled embarrassedly: "To be honest, I also think your taste is quite strange!" β
"This king sometimes really doesn't know if you're smart or stupid?" Baili Renault sighed, and once again looked at the painting on the table, as if he had fallen into some memories again.
An Xiaoxiao accompanied him and stood quietly for a while, only to hear his deep voice sound again: "I have experienced a lot of things in the past five years, if it weren't for this painting you gave me, I might not have been able to hold on for a long time!" β
"You...... Did anything happen to you? β
Baili Renault's figure seemed to be a meal, but he finally smiled indifferently: "I was too stupid in the past and suffered some small losses, but I won't be in the future!" Don't mention those things. β
He is only fourteen years old, and no matter how beautiful and peerless his face is, it is still difficult to reduce his immaturity, but his indifferent appearance at this time seems to have jumped over thirty or forty years, and he has a sense of vicissitudes.
Although he refused to say, An Xiaoxiao could still vaguely guess something. His biological mother has always been left outside the palace, he has to face an unpredictable life at a young age, and he still lacks the love of his parents, no wonder he has become the deep appearance he is now.
Thinking about it like this, An Xiaoxiao felt even more guilty. At the beginning, it was she who personally sent him on this royal road forged by blood.
As soon as Baili Renault turned around, he looked at An Xiaoxiao's clear pupils, seeing that her pupils were gloomy, her heart seemed to be gently caressed by the warm spring breeze, and those pains were lightened a lot. He said softly: "Every time I see your paintings, I will remember what you said back then......"
"You mean the part that eats the pancakes?"
"That's right!" The corners of Baili Renault's lips lifted lightly: "Back then, I didn't have to worry about food and clothing, and I didn't know the suffering of the world, so I thought about many things naΓ―vely." In the past five years, it is your paintings that have been reminding me that if I can't even live, where will I have the leisure to care about fairness and justice? So, no matter how painful and struggling I am, I will live! Moreover, I want to create a different world for this world, so that everyone will no longer have to suffer injustice and despair! β
When he said this, his eyes were no longer deep, and overflowed with layers of dazzling brilliance, and his jade-like face shone against the backdrop of that brilliance. When some people encounter ups and downs in the world, they will fall into a slump and lament the injustice of fate to them; Some people, however, have always maintained a good heart and continued to live positively and optimistically. However, Baili Renault is the third type of person. This kind of person is a naturally strong person, not only to drag himself out of the quagmire of fate, but also to lead everyone out of the haze and into the sun.
An Xiaoxiao had a sense of admiration for such a Baili Renault for the first time. She pulled the miserable picture scroll on the table: "You don't need this painting anymore!" β
She threw the painting into the garbage basket at her feet, and Baili Renault was about to stop it, but she patted him on the chest again and smiled: "The meaning of that painting is already in your heart, so why stick to the form in which it exists?" β
Baili Renault was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his mouth curled, and with a flick of his two fingers, he flicked it quickly and accurately at her head: "Do you think that you can escape the responsibility of destroying the painting in this way." β
An Xiaoxiao held her forehead and sighed softly, she was seen through by this guy again!