Van Gogh was shot on July 27, 1890, near the town of Auvers, when he went out to paint with his painting tools, and after dinner he returned to the inn of Raou, where he was temporarily staying, and informed the accompanying doctor Gachet to treat him, and Dr. Gachet then sent a telegram informing his brother that Theo had come from Paris, during which time his brother had vowed to save him, but he gave up the idea of living and told his brother that he would let him die like this. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The two doctors who were caring for him examined the wound and carefully probed his upper abdomen. They came to the conclusion: first, the bullet did not pass through the body but stayed near the spine; Second, the gun that caused the wound was a small-caliber pistol; Thirdly, the bullet is fired into the body from a rare angle of inclination, not all the way forward; Fourthly, the gun was fired from a distance from the body, and not from a very close range.

Within hours of Vincent's return to Raoul Hotel, rumors began to circulate about how he had been so badly injured. These rumors quickly coalesced into a story that describes what happened on July 27.

Van Gogh borrowed a revolver from Gustav, the innkeeper where he was staying, and brought it with him that afternoon when he usually went out to paint. Then he climbed up the bank of the river and, after walking for some distance, came to the wheat field above the town.

It was in this wheat field that he put down the painting tools he had brought with him and shot himself. The shot was not fatal, the bullet did not hit the heart, but it left him unconscious. By the time he woke up, it was nightfall, so he couldn't find the gun. He had to stumble down the steep bank of the river and return to the Raou Hotel to seek medical attention.

In the decades following Van Gogh's death, he quickly rose to fame and fame, and of course the story played an important role. By 1934, the story had been forever written into the author's best-selling novel Van Gogh, and the story of Vincent's suicide in the wheat field became a permanent part of the artist's legendary life.

Twenty years later, in the fifties, Van Gogh's reputation rose to new heights, with the centenary of his birth in 1953 and the release of the Oscar-winning film adaptation of Van Gogh in 2003, making his legendary reputation a myth forever.

But all this has nothing to do with this pathetic master, who sold only one painting for a mere 450 francs, and committed suicide so as not to become the waste that dragged his brother down!

Thinking of this, Xu Zhiyuan looked at the demented Van Gogh, felt sour, and sighed: "Brother, if you have any wishes, just say it!" ”

"Will you buy my paintings?"

Van Gogh looked at Xu Zhiyuan for a long time, and said a little nervously: "Although they don't look orthodox, they are definitely good paintings!" Look at this picture of Dr. Gachet, he is my great benefactor! I wanted to paint a portrait of an artist friend who had great ideals. I wanted to paint my feelings and love for this person in my work. ”

Van Gogh saw that Xu Zhiyuan seemed to be interested, and excitedly took out an oil painting and explained: "Look here, I exaggerate the golden yellow of his hair, and behind the portrait I don't paint the ordinary walls of the hut, but use my extremely rich and intense blue to paint the infinitely far-reaching background." As a result of this simple coordination, the head of the golden hair glows on this rich blue background, like stars embedded in the deep blue sky. ”

"And this one, the café at night, in fact, I haven't been to any café, this is in a mental hospital, I look at the small cafeteria, that's the only place I can go except for my room."

Xu Zhiyuan looked at the painting, a nightmare of dark green ceilings, blood-red walls, and discordant green furniture. The golden yellow floor is viewed vertically and with incredible force into the red background, and this painting is one of Van Gogh's classic masterpieces, through the irreconcilable struggle between perspective and the compelling colors that seek to destroy it. The result is a terrifying experience of claustrophobia, horror, and oppression.

"This is my self-portrait, is it more spiritual than my own?"

Van Gogh was a little embarrassed, rubbed his emaciated face vigorously, and said with a smile: "In 1889, my mother was 70 years old. Although we don't usually keep in touch with each other because of some conflicts, on my mother's birthday, I decided to send her a self-portrait in order to reassure her about my health. Isn't it silly that I deliberately painted myself to look much healthier, younger, and neater than I really am? ”

"This is a self-portrait without a beard?"

Van Gogh gave his mother a painting of Arles' bedroom and hung it on his wall, which was completed in September 1889 in Saint-Rémy-Provence, France. Measuring 40 cm x 31 cm, the painting sold for $71.5 million in New York City in 1998, making it the most expensive self-portrait ever made.

"How? Do you want them? ”

Van Gogh stared at Xu Zhiyuan nervously, and added worriedly: "I can be cheaper, I really need a sum of money!" ”

"Yes! I'll want all of your future paintings! ”

Xu Zhiyuan waved his hand, what are you waiting for? Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and asked, "Do you still paint sunflowers?" ”

"Really? Are you sure you want to buy my paintings? ”

Van Gogh was as excited as a child, looked at Xu Zhiyuan incredulously, and couldn't help laughing after repeatedly confirming it.

"Sunflowers? Draw! I painted a lot in a psychiatric hospital, and irises! ”

Xu Zhiyuan nodded, read some of Van Gogh's memoirs, and said that he lived in a mental hospital for a long time, where personal freedom was restricted and there was no daylight. Only a few sunflowers and irises in the yard can bring a glimmer of hope to him in despair, which is why sunflowers have become Van Gogh's most classic masterpiece, which is the heart of looking up to heaven in hell!