As soon as Qin Sisi heard the words "abstract", he basically understood.

Not to mention others, she also can't understand abstract paintings, and she doesn't know what the painter wants to express, let alone appreciate it.

However, feeling the sad mood of the painter in front of him, Qin Sisi didn't want to hit him, thought about it and comforted the other party: "Painting this kind of thing really needs Bole, I know that there is a painter named Van Gogh abroad, when he was alive, his paintings were not appreciated by people, after he died, someone discovered the value of his paintings, and wait a while, you will meet your Bole!"

The painter said with some excitement: "Yes, after Van Gogh's death, his paintings were indeed famous all over the world, but do you know what kind of life he lived during his lifetime? Hunger and cold, poverty and illness, mental disorders, and finally suicide." I don't want that, I don't want that life and that ending. ”

Qin Sisi said gently: "Actually, you don't need to be so intense, you can do many things if you can draw, such as design, being a teacher or something." ”

"No," replied the painter without hesitation, "those complicated and trivial matters will interrupt my train of thought, interfere with my inspiration, affect my mood to paint, I just want to paint, I want to devote all my time and energy to painting, so that the world can hear the cry of my soul." ”

Qin Sisi has nothing to say, maybe the artist's personality is somewhat extreme!

In order to shorten the distance with the painter, Qin Sisi deliberately said: "Is the painting you painted still there, can you show me?"

The painter's body stiffened, and he slowly shook his head and said, "It's gone, it's gone......"

His figure floated up, moving a little towards the human skeleton from his memory, bringing with it a gust of wind, and the black scraps of paper on the ground and the skeleton were blown up a bit, and then fell again.

The painter's memory returns to the last day of his life.

On that day, he was really penniless, he hadn't eaten for two days, and in desperation, he gave up his son to call a professor of fine arts he knew and asked him to help sell his paintings.

Who knows, the legendary kind and kind professor flatly rejected his request and criticized his paintings for nothing.

The painter was completely desperate, looking at the paintings that he had worked so hard to complete, each one was as beautiful as his own children, but why couldn't the world accept them?

With no financial resources, no shelter, no food, the painter knew he might not live long.

What would happen to the paintings if they died?

Will they be able to meet the real Bole?

If not, what will happen to them?

No, he must not let his beloved children suffer insults and abuse after his death, it is better to do it himself than to be hurt by others.

The painter made up his mind, stacked all the paintings together, opened a vat of concentrated sulfuric acid, and poured it on it.

The paper turned black in an instant, and the beautiful pictures that had taken him countless hours and painstaking efforts disappeared forever, and the black scraps of paper were like the corpses of dreams, making his mood more and more desperate and crazy.

He opened the second bucket of concentrated sulfuric acid and threw it on the painting with a loud scream, but because of the force, some of the concentrated sulfuric acid splashed on his face and eyes.

The pain caused the painter to quickly drop the sulfuric acid barrel, covering his face and moaning and screaming like a beast, but his hands were also partially contaminated when he poured concentrated sulfuric acid, so the pain was not relieved in the slightest, but continued to intensify.

The painter's first instinct was to call for the first aid, but he soon realized that his eyes were no longer visible.

What does it mean for a painter to lose his eye?

The painter gave up calling for help and simply lay down in the concentrated sulfuric acid with his painting.

The ground is designed to be corrosion-proof, so many concentrated sulfuric acid is on the ground, and the painter who is bent on death simply lies on the ground and drinks a few sips of concentrated sulfuric acid, and soon, the stomach begins to burn.

The painter spat out a mouthful of blood and lay in agony in concentrated sulfuric acid, powerlessly bearing the corrosion of strong acids, waiting for the end of his life.

This sad and miserable sound finally came to an end.

It was the last sentence that popped into his mind.

He didn't want the same ending as Van Gogh, yet he ended up following the same path.

However, this is unwillingness!

When the seduction messenger came to take him to the underworld, the painter refused.

He said that he was desperate for the world, and that he would rather not have these eyes anymore, and would rather never paint again, and not have hope, and he would not be disappointed.

However, painting has always been the favorite of his life, and without eyes, unable to hold a brush or paper, he uses his fingers to paint in the air, and with his own feelings, he draws what he thinks is the most beautiful picture.

When Qin Sisi came, he was painting.

From the painter's messy and excited words, Qin Sisi understood what happened, and her mood was very complicated.

She doesn't agree with the concept of a painter very much, the pursuit of dreams is naturally a good thing, the premise is that you first have to live well, you don't even have the basic ability to survive, where do dreams begin?

However, the artist's heartfelt love for painting and her pure and strong feelings also made her admire.

Qin Sisi sorted out his words and said to the painter: "You shouldn't be silent like this, you should be reincarnated again and continue to pursue your dreams." ”

The painter replied dismally: "I want to, too, but I am afraid, I am afraid that I will still not be appreciated, and let those beautiful pictures suffer with me the neglect and blindness of this world." ”

Qin Sisi said loudly: "I can help you, as long as you continue to maintain your love for painting, I will let you have a successful life." ”

The painter's head moved, Qin Sisi could see that he was a little moved, and the painter asked, "I want to dedicate my soul power to you, right?"

Qin Sisi thought for a moment and said, "If those pictures are really beautiful, I think it's worth the wait of a thousand years. ”

The painter's favorite thing is his paintings, and it should be the most convincing to use his paintings as a persuasive point.

The painter was silent, apparently considering.

Isn't that temptation enough?

Qin Si thought about it, searched through the inspirational characters that could be thought of in his mind, and handed the painter a bowl of chicken soup: "Demosthenes was a stutterer, but he became an orator, Einstein and Edison were said to be imbeciles when they were children, and later they both became great scientists, and the writer Milton was blind, the musician Beethoven was deaf, and the violinist Paganini was mute."

If they choose to give up because of the tribulation, I am afraid that there will be no later achievements!"