No one noticed that Leo Hard quietly picked up the script that Jian Han put aside, and quietly walked to Jian Han's side, and handed the script rolled up in his hand forward.

Jian Han's attention fell on Roy, and he casually took the script handed to her by Leohard.

Immediately, Jane. With a powerful cannon barrel in hand, he held the script and began to fire at Roy: "She bore him seven children!" Heptad! You know what that means?! The pain in this world that surpasses the limits of the human body, she has to experience it seven times! ”

"She took care of the housework every day, and she and the children ate black bread, not even a slice of meat, and the sausages she ate were still cut from the painter's sausages, and they were cut into eight slices!"

"What about painters? Enjoying white bread and sausages alone, and disliking his wife and children for being too noisy, don't give birth to so much if you are too noisy! ”

"In a word, I want my pot-bellied wife to go out and buy paint for him, and I'm not happy to buy it back, so I throw my face!"

"What did she do wrong? To be treated like this?! ”

When Jian Han said that he was excited, the script in his hand was directly pestled to Roy's nose, and finally he picked up the script and slapped it unceremoniously on Roy's head.

She spoke quickly, and a rhythmic snapping sound rang out in the room.

Roy, who was caught off guard, didn't think of dodging at all.

Leohard crossed his hands over his shoulders, and the image made him extremely happy, and for the first time in his life, he had the urge to record a video for someone other than Jian Han.

Roy finally came back to his senses, grabbed the other end of the script in Jian Han's hand, and held it tightly, Jian Han couldn't compete with him, looked at the redness and swelling on Roy's forehead up close, and gradually came back to his senses - God, what did she do just now?!

Jian Han naturally showed an apologetic look on her face, and before she could speak, Roy suddenly said calmly: "It's not seven." ”

Jian Han was stunned, "What? ”

Roy stared at her and said seriously: "The painter Vermeer and his wife did not have seven children, but eleven children. ”

Jian Han's hand suddenly let go, his pretty face was dazed, and he couldn't react, wasn't it seven? It's eleven?!

Roy was silent for a moment, slowly unfolded the script rolled up in his hand with his hands, and smoothed it page by page, and only after Jian Han digested it a little bit did he continue: "Before I wrote this script, I not only referred to the movie "The Girl with a Pearl Earring", but also did some research on the life of the painter Vermeer. ”

He raised his head, and his eyes fell on Jian Han calmly, at this moment, as if he was just a passerby, a bystander of history, objectively stated the life of the painter Vermeer:

"The great Dutch painter, two centuries after his death, more than two hundred years later, was gradually excavated by the world, and after removing some of the forgeries, he proved to be a work that has been handed down to the world, a total of thirty-five works, the American woman writer who wrote after the girl with a pearl earring, the greatest wish in her life was to see all Vermeer's paintings."

The room was quiet, and the eyes of the ladies fell on the young man who was still wearing a messy wig at the dining table, and when they first met, he had some overly enthusiastic smiles, so that these ladies who had seen more similar smiles subconsciously drew a distance from him, especially when they learned that he was the author of the script they hated, they felt very disgusted.

However, at this moment, when he sat at the dining table and talked eloquently, when the sunlight outside the window covered him with a layer of golden brilliance, this young man looked very handsome.

"But," Roy said, "just because he became famous after two hundred years does not mean that he was unknown during his lifetime, like Van Gogh, and he was already famous when the painter was still alive." ”

"But in that era, painters were not admired artists, they were just craftsmen like blacksmiths and carpenters, and they had to be booked by the nobles so that they could have a business to do, and the paintings were all the figures designated by the nobles."

"These paintings were not destined to be overpaid, and he and his wife had eleven children, which dragged his life into poverty, and he had to use his paintings to offset the debts of the bakery."

As Roy spoke, there seemed to be a picture scroll in front of everyone, a talented painter, working hard but hard to support his family with a paintbrush, and beside him, there were eleven children waiting to be fed.

"What really brought him down was the invasion of France, and in order to defend his homeland, he went to war, which did not end well, and the overworked painter finally fell, at the age of forty-three."

Roy's gaze finally moved away from Jian Han and looked out the window, but there was no focus, as if he had traveled through hundreds of years, crossed the English Channel, and landed on the other side of the strait, on the small land.

After a while, Roy looked at Jian Han again, and this time, he sent out the same torture of the soul: "A soldier who will stand up for the motherland, a father who would rather sell his paintings cheaply than have his children starve, isn't his character noble?" ”

His questioning did not stop, "How many amorous painters in history have abandoned one lover after another, and as a famous painter, he can completely abandon his wife and his children and live another kind of erosive prodigal life." ”

"Yes, his wife bore him eleven children, and from another point of view, isn't it a sign of their husband and wife's affection?!"

Jian Han was silent, she suddenly found that this time, the preparation she had done was far from enough, yes, she was familiar with the script, she watched the movie recommended by Roy, and even admired the paintings, but for the real painter himself in history, it seemed that she had completely left it behind, she didn't think at all, she had to check the information and take a look, what kind of person the painter Vermeer was!

Roy looked at Jian Han deeply, as if he could see what she was thinking, and asked directly, "Did you watch that movie?" The film with the same name as the painting? Was it influenced by this movie and left a bad impression on the preconceived? ”

Jian Han was stunned for a moment, recalling that when she read the script for the first time, she was still very calm, and she also figured out the emotional changes of the hostess everywhere. Otherwise, Cyril would not have noticed his performance mistake as soon as Cyril discovered the problem.

And then, after watching the movie-

(End of chapter)