"Recently, the world has become stranger and stranger." Alicia had apparently seen the beetle taxi as well.

"The world is never static, is it?" Char said.

Alicia nodded, "That's right. ”

She quietly looked out the window at the fading town and whispered, "You say. Will this war still come? ”

Char's eyes danced with a faint light, "The world is the world of people, as long as human nature remains the same, some things will eventually have a result."

Alicia's eyes lowered, "Is that so?"

She looked out the window, looking at the endless plain, the sea of fire in Eagle Point Town seemed to be still in front of her eyes, and the wails and cries in the sea of fire still seemed to echo in her ears.

She whispered, "Arthur has done so many things, and at the end of the day, it seems that nothing has changed."

"There is an old saying in Beichen." Char said quietly, "If you don't accumulate frogs, you can't reach thousands of miles, and if you don't accumulate small streams, you can't become rivers and seas." ”

"If you only take a person's life as a yardstick, then compared to the entire human civilization, it is naturally incomparably small, and no individual can shake the process of civilization.

But if you stretch the entire timeline and look back, every small step taken by everyone will become the driving force for human civilization to take a big step forward.

The process of civilization is never completed overnight. ”

Alicia had no words.

"I have a friend who is almost at the tavern." Char said.

"Go ahead." Alicia said.

Xia Yafu stepped forward and kissed her lightly on the forehead, then pushed open the side of the car door, and the door led to a corridor.

Char stepped out of the carriage and closed the door, and through this hallway, he came to the inside of the tavern.

Char doesn't run much taverns now.

After appearing at the door of the Magic Association before, more and more magicians came to the tavern, more and more, which completely went against his original intention of opening a tavern in the past.

So he split part of the tavern business, opened a few of the rest, and entrusted the management to the rest of the people.

And his original old tavern was completely sealed, and was only used to receive some old Char friends and some . Char wants to meet new friends

He raised his hand, and the dim lights of the tavern lit up, and he put on his tavern uniform, stood at the bar, and began to make cocktails, the bottles clinking as he shook them.

"Jingle Bell~"

With the doorbell ringing, a man walked in in the rain, wearing a black felt hat, a very urban coat, and a blue tie, looking like a suave Parisian gentleman.

"I'm sorry." He lowered his head, his eyes were a little evasive, obviously a little nervous to talk to strangers, "It's raining too much outside, I'll come in and hide, I'll leave as soon as the rain stops." ”

As he spoke, he wiped the water droplets from his clothes.

The man behind the bar didn't respond, and for a moment, the tavern fell silent, and this silence made him very anxious, he looked around, and then looked up at Char behind the bar.

"You don't seem to have any guests here?"

"Just opened." Char said.

He nodded, "The location you chose is not very good, if it weren't for me to hide from the rain, I probably wouldn't have found this place." ”

Char smiled, and he placed the prepared cup of margarita on the table.

"Would you like a drink?"

He looked at the wine, his hand groping in his pocket, clearly hesitant.

And Char also clearly saw his embarrassment and smiled.

"It's free."

Hearing this, he didn't hesitate any longer, but went to the bar and sat down, and by the way, he took off the hat on his head and placed it on the table on one side.

His appearance also became clear as he placed his hat on the table, his facial features were well-defined, his green eyes were bright, and his bright red beard was very conspicuous, and he should have some Celtic blood.

He eagerly picked up the cocktail and drank it down, the intense and complex flavor blooming in his mouth, like a feast for the palate.

He lifted the empty cocktail glass and looked at it carefully, "I've heard of this mixture, but I've never had a chance to drink it, it's too expensive."

I really don't understand, it's just a bunch of wine mixed together, and such a small glass can be sold for more than buying a whole bottle of wine. ”

"Don't you think it's worth it?" Char said with a smile on her face.

The man nodded nondeniably, "It's okay." ”

"So, would you like another drink?" Char continued to ask, "Tonight's soft opening, the first guest to come in, can drink for free. ”

"It seems that I have been favored by fate for a rare time." The man whispered.

He looked at the drink list on the side, "Well, give it all to me." ”

"The alcohol here is very high." Char's eyes were a little playful, "Are you sure you can drink it?" ”

"Well, drink until I'm drunk." The man stared at the wine glass quietly, and the face on the wine glass was very confused, his eyes flickered brightly and darkly, and his mood seemed to be very low.

"What's your name?" Char said, "My name is Char. ”

"Vincent." The man said, "Vincent van Gogh." ”

In fact, after taking Sissi to meet Beethoven, he had an idea, since he was going to witness the history of mankind, he would inevitably leave a strong mark on the history of mankind.

Van Gogh was born on March 30, 1853, in the Pastors' Mansion in the market centre of Zundert in Brabant, in the south of the Netherlands, on the death of his brother, who died at birth.

Because he was withdrawn from an early age, he was sent to Zundert's public school, and the miserable learning environment caused him to become more and more rebellious.

He worked as an intern, teacher, assistant in a painting shop, and even a clergyman, but was kicked out of the church because he was too enthusiastic to preach without a license.

So, at the age of 27, he slapped his head and began to learn to draw, yes, 27 years old!

Compared with many painters' childhood practice of painting, his school time is actually very saving, which is enough to show his talent.

However, because he enrolled late, lacked a famous teacher, and he died too early, he was always unknown when he was alive, and he did not become famous until after his death.

However, after entering the school, he dropped out of school in less than a month because of his rebellion against his teacher.

In 1886, disappointed and confused, the 33-year-old unemployed and lazy middle-aged Vincent van Gogh came to Paris to join his younger brother Theo, who was an art dealer.

As Van Gogh's staunchest supporter and admirer, Theo fully supported his brother financially, and also played the role of soulmate and confidant brother.

It was Theo, the younger brother of the art dealer, who introduced Van Gogh to his good friends Monet, Renoir, Lautrec and other young artists shortly after his arrival in Paris.

For Van Gogh, this meeting was tantamount to pushing open a door for him and revealing a whole new world!

Impressionism, bright and short brushstrokes, and the light and shadow of those paintings

Everything made Van Gogh drunk, and since then, Van Gogh's painting style has also undergone great changes, and the colors have become richer and brighter.

The flat-painted picture has been replaced with a fine arrangement of brushstrokes. However, slowly, there is a kind of depression that is growing day by day, so that Van Gogh, a small fan, no longer agrees with the artistic pursuit of Monet and other big Vs.

Constantly depicting the changing colors of the cathedral in various sunlights? So calm and objective? Where is the painter's ego?

A voice cried out in Van Gogh's chest: "I want to speak with color!" Say what I'm going to say! ”

Van Gogh had too strong feelings to express, and it was the kind of honest expression that "poured out his heart and lungs".

The sun in Paris was too tepid, and the blue sky in Paris was gray, which had already made Van Gogh breathless. He wants to paint more dazzling sunlight.

So, in 1888, Van Gogh traveled all the way south to Arles in the south of France, where he spent his last and most glorious years.

After settling down in the south of France, Van Gogh wrote to his brother:

"Theo, I want to tell you that this corner of the world is in my eyes, the air is fresh, and the colors are intoxicating, the pale orange sunset, which illuminates the fields almost blue, and the bright yellow sun."

However, Van Gogh's mood was getting lower and lower, and the strange man was already a frightening madman in the eyes of the villagers.

It wasn't until 1888 that the city also had a major event that shook the history of modern art: a red-haired foreign painter handed a bloodied package to a cleaner girl named Rachel in front of a brothel in the local red-light district, which contained his own ears. Rachel was scared half to death.

Van Gogh's friend Gauguin, who was living in Arles at the time, broke up with him, and at the same time, he received news that his brother Theo was going to get married. His family did not support his career, only his younger brother, who was engaged in art trading, supported him and would provide him with some financial assistance.

After getting married, it is unknown whether he will continue to help him, which makes Van Gogh very anxious. Of course, it was more about the confusion about his future, all kinds of troubles from the outside world, and the pain caused Van Gogh's mind to become extremely unstable.

After cutting off his ear, he was admitted to the Saint-Rémy Psychiatric Hospital.

In the last year of Van Gogh's life, he was silent all day long, painting all day long, painting as if he were burning life.

Van Gogh wrote to his brother as follows:

"When I draw a sun, I want people to feel like it's spinning at an alarming speed, emitting terrifying waves of light and heat. When I paint a field of wheat, I want people to feel that the wheat is working towards its final ripening and blooming. ”

On May 16, 1890, Vincent was cured and discharged from the Sanatorium of Saint-Rémy; The next morning, Vincent took the train to the Gare de Lyon to find Theo.

In June, he and Theo stayed with Dr. Gachet for a week to create "Dr. Gachet"; In July, he completed his last work, "Crows in the Rye".

On 27 July, he shot himself in the chest and died in Theo's arms on 29 July;

On July 30, a funeral was held in Orwell.

The legendary genius painter was not able to reconcile with himself in the end, nor did he wait for the moment when his paintings became famous.

Until his death, he died as an unknown down-and-out painter. (End of chapter)