After meeting Van Gogh, Char closed the tavern there and never met him again.

Ever since Char's friends of ordinary people had died, he knew that there was an insurmountable chasm between mortals and him.

Therefore, for mortals, he usually rarely has deep friendships, so as not to add to his sorrow.

Boredom always flies, and soon, the year is 1914.

Dark clouds were dense in the sky, torrential rain poured down, and the rain fell on the land, splashing a layer of white rain mist, like an ethereal white veil, and the sky was dark and dreary.

Char and Alicia stood together in front of a tombstone with an umbrella.

The heavy rain slapped on the surface of the umbrella, making a crackling sound.

What is written on the tombstone is simple.

March 30, 1853 - June 25, 1896.

Vincent van Gogh.

"He's only in his forties." Alicia said.

"yes." Char whispered, "Died by suicide." ”

Van Gogh still failed to defeat himself in the end, but compared to the previous life, he died at the age of thirty-seven, he has persevered for a long time.

"I remember you mentioned the name." "A new friend you know, you said he would choose to end his life in the future, and you gave him some hope. ”

Char didn't say anything, just put the flower in his hand in front of the tombstone.

"Life is like this, there are pains and joys. Obviously, his happiness was not enough for him to overcome the pain in his heart. ”

Van Gogh had a very serious mental illness, suffering from bidirectional affective disorder, both bipolar disorder and depression, and his illness was obviously getting worse and worse after many years of nostalgia.

In the third year of meeting Char, he was admitted to a psychiatric hospital for treatment due to illness, during which time he continued to paint as if his life were burning.

He is very strong, and he has been fighting against illness for his ideals.

But in the end, fate could not be defeated

"Physical pain can be easily treated." Char whispered, "But the pain in the soul can only rely on yourself."

"Is he a great painter?" Alicia asked curiously.

"Of course." Char said without hesitation.

"He is the best painter in the world, and certainly the most popular, the greatest, the most beloved.

His use of color is amazing. He transforms the tormented pain of life into intoxicating beauty.

Pain is easy to portray, but to use pain and suffering to depict the joy, joy and beauty in our world is unprecedented, and perhaps unprecedented.

That strangely wild man who roamed the fields of Proswan was not only the greatest painter in the world, but also one of the greatest men who ever existed in the world.

The beauty of high-class paintings is the embodiment of thought, and you can see emotion, warmth, anxiety, and closure in his paintings.

And the people of the same period will only reproduce people like photos.

In the reproduced painting, people see a beautiful photograph.

In Van Gogh's paintings, you can see the purest colors, the purest art and the purest feelings. ”

Alicia rarely saw Char say that about someone, and she stared at the tombstone silently.

"Unfortunately, I haven't met him."

"No, you've already seen him"

Char's eyes flickered.

"The painting in front of our bed is his work, and it is also the trace of his existence in the world."

At this moment, beside them, a couple walked over, all dressed in black, standing at Char's side.

The appearance of the south is very similar to Van Gogh, but he is older than him, and he also holds a bouquet of flowers in his hand, which looks like he should also come to worship, because today is Van Gogh's death day.

He looked at Char carefully and said.

"Excuse me. Are you Mr. Char? ”

"You're Van Gogh's brother?" Char said.

"My name is Theo." He said.

"Wait a minute!"

With that, Theo turned around and walked with his wife back to the carriage that had been parked on the side of the road not far away.

When he came out again, he was holding a canvas-wrapped drawing board in his hand.

He was very careful with it, and since it was raining heavily, he raised it a little so that the rain could not splash the painting.

Char raised his hand, and in that moment, the clouds receded, the torrential rain stopped, and the sun fell from the sky again.

Theo had obviously never experienced such strange weather, but after hesitating for a while, he asked his wife to put away the umbrella and walked towards Char.

"My brother told me before he was alive that you were his best friend. He has a gift for you. But. When I went to the address he gave me, you weren't there. ”

He handed Char the sketchpad in his hand.

"Every year when I come to worship my brother, I bring this thing with me, thinking that I might meet you."

Char took the painting, "Thank you." ”

"I should thank you." Theo said.

He turned his head to look at the tombstone to the side.

"I know his pain, and in his life, no one recognizes him except me. You are one of the few lights in his life. ”

Char was silent for a moment, "One day, people all over the world will pronounce his name in different pronunciations. ”

"That's what he said." Theo muttered in a low voice, "Looks like I've found a source." ”

He bowed silently to Char, then placed the flower in his hand in front of Van Gogh's tomb and turned to leave.

Alicia looked at Theo's departing back and whispered.

"He's in pain."

"Death, in some cases, will be the living who suffer." Char said calmly.

Van Gogh's younger brother undoubtedly valued his older brother very much, spared no effort to support him when he was confused and self-doubting, and also supported him to fulfill his dreams.

Van Gogh also died in his arms.

"Why doesn't anyone approve of him?" Alicia asked.

"The mainstream of this era is the traditional style of classical realism, and the artists and institutions with a certain status are all academics. And Van Gogh's style is, of course, non-mainstream. ”

Char left with Alicia, walking as she went.

However, realism will eventually be replaced by photographs, and his style will inevitably be regarded as a treasure in the future.

His works can be famous in any era.

But only. Not in the time in which he existed. ”

Char returns to the castle with Alicia, and he unwraps the painting, revealing the canvas painting inside.

This painting is also based on the starry sky, which is very similar to his "Starry Night".

But it turned out that the village of Saint-Rémy, beneath the stars, had become a clear lake of Selim, which was the night Char and Van Gogh had a long conversation.

He used a very exaggerated technique to depict the starry sky full of movement and change. The night sky is high and far, large stars and small stars swirl in the night sky, the golden full moon forms a huge whirlpool, and the short lines of the nebula are tangled and swirling, as if people can see the passage of time.

The dark greenish-brown cypress trees resemble huge flames and are the responders to the starry night revelry. Under the sky, the sleeping lake is so peaceful and serene. The pale blue tones and dynamic lines give people a sense of freedom in time and space.

Although this painting depicts the starry sky, it does not want to use the vast universe to reflect the insignificance of human beings and make human beings fearful.

Char sensed a spirit that did not bow to fate.

The nebulae that flew in the sky seemed to spin and dance, blooming like flowers, and the flexible branches, though of little strength, fearlessly pumped into the sky.

And the huge cypress tree, which rises to the clouds, is shaped like a black tongue of fire, and unyieldingly stretches its branches and leaves. It seems to reveal the author's inner anguish and melancholy. It also shows the struggles and struggles of human beings.

At the back of this painting, a sentence is written.

"Witness that future for me. To my dear friend, Char. ”

Char didn't say anything, just silently walked into his studio.

(End of chapter)