"What did you say?" The goddess of fate asked.

Obviously, the middle part of the empty words is not very clear.

"Nothing, nothing." Mukong hurriedly shook his head in denial.

In fact, what he wanted to say was this, isn't it just a painting? You look at it casually, even if you accept it as a token of affection.

"The teachers are right," the goddess of fate carefully looked at the painting placed on the silver platter, "in terms of brushstrokes, the use of color, and the hazy feeling, this should be a painting by Vincent van Gogh." But as the most famous painter on the planet, we know the information about each of Van Gogh's paintings, including the date of creation, the background of the creation, the size, the museum in which it was held, and even the private buyer who bought it, so there is really no reason to leave out such a painting. ”

"Miss Goddess?" Sora spoke.

"You don't have to call me that, I'm just playing the goddess of fate, just call me Dandy." Verdanti said with a smile.

"Okay, Dandy." After a pause, he said, "I want to test you." ”

"Please."

"Do you know what was the last painting of Master Van Gogh during his lifetime?"

"Hehe, that's not going to bother me." "In July 1890, Vincent van Gogh painted the last oil painting of his life, called the wheat field where crows fly. This is also one of Mr. Van Gogh's most controversial paintings. The light blue and dark blue sky intertwined and distorted, and a green path on the ground stretched along the golden wheat fields into the unknown distance. Above the wheat field, a large flock of pitch-black crows suddenly flew up, as if frightened by some unknown force. A few days later, Mr. Van Gogh committed suicide with a gun, so the painting is often seen as a suicide note on canvas. ”

"Bang bang." Mukong suddenly applauded.

"Wonderful, very wonderful."

"Hehe," said Miss Dandy softly, "it's over." ”

"So," Master Liu Yidao, who had been standing aside, suddenly spoke, "This painting was painted after that?" ”

"After that?"

Several masters were touched at the same time.

"Monsieur Vincent van Gogh," said Master Liu Yidao with a rare sense of wonder when he said the name, with longing, respect from the heart, and a sense of regret, "I believe that the chronology of his creation is familiar to each of us, so except at that time, except for the dying moment after being shot, I can no longer think of any time for him to create such a painting." ”

"Well said!" There was a loud shout.

"This painting was created at that time." Muku pointed to the painting on the silver plate and said loudly.

All eyes were drawn to this mysterious painting on a silver platter. Even Rey, a guy with big nerves and an obvious lack of artistic cells, is no exception.

As a Westerner, he may not have heard of Zhang Xu, or even Wang Xizhi, but it is impossible for him not to know Vincent van Gogh!

It is different from the hazy, dreamy, and twisted night of the starry night and the quiet, deep, and eerie of the starry night of the Rhône. The blue color of this painting has a faint warmth.

In the background is the endless sea, bathed in sunlight, fresh and vivid. The clear blue water stretches into the distance, slowly melting into the ethereal blue sky. The seaside is a shallow sandy beach, the golden grains of sand are clearly visible, and under a coconut tree, two ignorant and naughty children are singing softly.

This is the whole picture of this painting, which sweeps away the faint haze that seems to be forever present in Van Gogh's past paintings, and becomes sunny and direct.

"I've come to believe in the truth of that rumor." Master Liu Yidao said softly, and he even left tears in his eyes.

"Teacher?" Miss Dandy looked at him.

"Alas, when people get old, they become more sentimental." Master Liu Yidao gently lost the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"That's right," Master Liu Yidao slowly explained, seeing everyone looking at him, "There are rumors that Mr. Van Gogh did not shoot himself, but was inadvertently shot by children playing in the wheat field. But in order to protect these children, Mr. Van Gogh did not say anything, and passed away silently. ”

"Huh?" Everyone was amazed.

"Hehe, of course the problem is not so simple, in fact, at that time Mr. Van Gogh's life was in shambles, he had almost no financial resources, and he didn't want to be a burden to others, he thought that his brother had made an absolute sacrifice for himself, and he had not made any progress in art. His guilt, self-blame, chagrin, anger, coupled with his own mental illness such as depression, may have wanted to leave this world for a long time. Mr. Liu Yidao said, tears flowing down again.

"It's really sad." Miss Dandy looked at the painting in front of her affectionately, she really couldn't believe that the person who could paint such a sunny, warm and beautiful painting would be bent on death?

"Artists often live in poverty." The white-bearded old man Wu Okra said.

"That's because they're often naïve, naïve, like children, and it's hard to adapt to adult society." The black-bearded old man Lao Ye said.

"So," said the red-haired middle-aged man Koi, who looked around at the crowd, "are we lucky?" I, in particular, was in my early forties and received praise that I didn't deserve. ”

"We," Master Liu concluded, "what kind of artists?" ”

"Yes, yes." After listening to Master Liu Yidao's words, even Wu Okra, who has always been arrogant and often prides himself on being the first painter in the East, also praised him again and again.

"Look at this picture." Master Liu Yidao once again drew everyone's attention to the painting on the silver plate.

"What do you see in this painting?" Master Liu Yidao asked.

"The water is so blue, and it's like it's flowing." Bunny said.

"The sky is also very deep, as if it can suck people in." Rey said.

"yes, there's life everywhere." Although I have seen this painting many times, I am still impressed by it.

"What else?" Master Liu Yidao asked.

"This painting is different from Mr. Van Gogh's previous paintings." Wu Okra said.

"What's the difference?" Master Liu Yidao looked at him.

"Although many of the paintings created by Mr. Van Gogh, such as sunflowers and wheat fields, are also vibrant, this one is different, as if there is a force that sweeps away the many misfortunes of Van Gogh's life and reveals the purest part of his heart." Wu Okra muttered.

is not the first painter in the East, and the white-bearded old man Wu Okra sees it very thoroughly.

"That's right," Master Liu Yidao nodded slightly, "but I haven't seen the essence of this painting yet." ”

"Not yet?" Wu Okra once again concentrated on admiring the painting.

Ten minutes passed, and everyone stared at the painting as if they were fascinated, but no one spoke.

"Does anyone see the subtlety of this painting?" Master Liu Yidao asked.

"It's a nice beach." "The sand looks clean and warm, like a foot on it. ”

"What else?"

"This ......"

"Does no one know?" Master Liu Yidao swept over one by one.

"Little Rabbit thinks those two children are very happy." The little rabbit said suddenly.

"Then why are they happy?" Liu Yidao asked.

"Because they're singing." Little Rabbit said innocently, "People who are singing are naturally happy people." ”

"That's right." Master Liu Yidao smiled.

"Teacher." Miss Verdanti spoke, "Is that what it means?" ”

"What do you mean?"

"These two children were the ones who were playing in the wheat field and inadvertently shot Mr. Van Gogh?"

"What else?" Master Liu Yidao looked at the goddess of fate with burning eyes.

"Like the bunny said, they're singing, they're happy. It's not a pleasure to be exonerated, but, it's ......" Miss Dandy frowned slightly, and a wonderful thought was about to burst through her brain.

"And what?" Master Liu Yidao knew that this smart and beautiful girl was about to find the key to the problem, and he couldn't help but shout for her.

"For," Miss Dandy's willow brow finally stretched, "for thanks." ”

"What?" Everyone on the hillside, except for Xiaotu and Master Liu Yidao, was amazed.

In the final painting, Mr. Van Gogh thanked two teenagers who had killed him by mistake?

"I think when I was dying, Mr. Van Gogh's eyes saw such a picture, the sea was blue, the sky was deep, the waves caressed the sand, everything was so beautiful. A true artist does not have to look at how much his paintings sell, but whether he has a pair of eyes that can see through the world and find beauty in any filth, and Monsieur van Gogh found himself with such eyes. Mr. Ye said that artists are often as naïve and naïve as children, unable to adapt to this cruel society, which is both a disadvantage and an advantage. Although it is difficult for them to get along with people and live in society, it is only through these innocent and immaculate eyes that they can discover true beauty and see heaven that we cannot see! Miss Dandy paused and continued, "So Monsieur van Gogh was relieved. He understands that he is a true artist, and he has already achieved his goal in art! So, with the last of his strength, Mr. Van Gogh left this painting, this heaven in his eyes. I believe that these two children, Monsieur van Gogh, were portrayed at the end, and although they gave themselves a shot, it was they who sent themselves to the paradise of art that they had pursued all their lives! ”

Miss Dandy's words had been said for a long time, but everyone stood still, motionless. Everyone stared at the painting, and everyone had a new understanding of the painting.

"Yes," Wu Okra muttered after a while, looking at the painting, "what kind of artists are we?" ”