"I'm off work, Mr. Krabs! If one day I truly realized my ideals and dreams in life, I would never stand behind that filthy cash register, and my feet would never step on this oily floor!! ”

"............Ahh Yes, yes, you're right............ Remember to come early tomorrow morning and don't be late again, Squidward. ”

In the afternoon, Taylor, who was wandering around Beechburg and wanted to work, but didn't know how to work, slipped all the way to the gate of the Crab Castle King, and then heard Squidward's angry voice and Mr. Krabs's nonchalant voice.

Hearing Squidward's dream, Taylor suddenly remembered that Squidward seemed to be interested in art.

If I'm not mistaken, in the dreams that I dream about every night, there seems to be a lot of art, and all kinds of paintings.

As soon as he thought about it, Taylor felt as if he had found a way to build a good relationship with the second emotionally charged fish in the whole of Beechburg, Squidward.

Bang ............

While Taylor was thinking, an old man with an octopus face and a cold face walked in front of Taylor, without looking at Taylor, and hurried all the way to his home with rhythmic tentacles.

Let's talk about the art style first.

Connecting the little art knowledge left in his mind with his dreams, Taylor looked at Squidward's back in the distance, ran to the department store to buy a few pieces of paper, some paints, and brushes, folded them into a pack, sandwiched them under his fins, and trotted all the way to Squidward's house.

Soon he came to an octopus-style building with a dark blue color, and the whole building resembled the face of Squidward, with a big nose, big eyes, and a round mouth.

Coming to the door of Squidward's house, Taylor took a soft breath, and after thinking about the wording in his heart for a while, he stretched out his fin and knocked on Squidward's door.

Knock knock knock............

Soon, the door of Squidward's house opened, and I was greeted by Squidward, who was wearing pink pajamas and a nightcap on his head, a little tired, and his face was full of helplessness and untimely Squidward.

"Hello, this is the home of a never-discovered, forgotten genius, I don't know what you're here for."

Squidward glanced at Taylor and asked nonchalantly.

Look at the dress of this body, all white, plus a small hat, and something sandwiched, there is no artistic taste at all, it seems that the artistic appreciation of this fish is not very good.

Probably an advertising salesman, a real estate salesman, or a chocolate seller, a cookie seller, just like those two idiots, who sold chocolates and were deceived by the bag seller.

Squidward, who thinks he sees Taylor's identity, is already planning to close his door, he doesn't want to listen to advertisements, he doesn't want to eat chocolate, he doesn't want to buy a house, he doesn't want to eat cookies, and he doesn't want to see this idiot fish and think of his two idiot neighbors.

"I've worked so hard for you, salesman, but I don't want to listen to your ads today, and I don't want to buy bits and pieces, and I ask you to leave here, my life is bad enough!"

Looking at Taylor's innocent fish face, Squidward reprimanded in a cold voice, just as he was about to close the door, a fin blocked the threshold, Taylor smiled apologetically, and then opened the package on the other fin and said to Squidward.

"I'm sorry, Squidward, I've heard that you're very accomplished in art, and I've been thinking a little bit more about some paintings and art styles lately, so I'd like to talk to you."

It's a great achievement in the arts!

Paintings, style!

Communication!

I won't be sleepy if you say this.

As soon as he heard that Taylor's purpose was to exchange ideas with him about paintings and artistic styles, Squidward immediately came to his senses, he thought that since he was a child, no octopus could compete with him artistically except for his playboy handsome octopus, and he was the most artistic artistic genius in Beechburg.

"Oh my God, I didn't expect you to come to talk to me about paintings and art styles, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry for what I just said. Please come in, my paintings and my artwork sculptures are all on the second floor. ”

Squidward instantly changed into an enthusiastic smile, the corners of the entire octopus face were almost grinning to the corners of his eyes, Taylor's eyelids twitched, but he still obeyed the direction guided by Squidward, and came to the second floor with Squidward.

As soon as he arrived on the second floor, Taylor saw many paintings of different styles but quite aesthetic, as well as several statues, including large heads, life-size statues, and small miniature sculptures, and on the walls hung self-portraits and landscape portraits painted by Squidward himself, as well as paintings of jellyfish and many abstract paintings.

There is a saying that Squidward's paintings are actually okay, the realistic ones are indeed very realistic, and the abstract ones are indeed incomprehensible to the fish, which is really beautiful.

As soon as he turned his head, Taylor saw that Squidward had changed into an artist suit at some point, with a turtleneck, floral pants, and a fake beard and beret.

"Come, my dear friend, I would like to introduce you to each of these paintings, each of which is the result of my painstaking efforts, and the torture of my idiot neighbors!"

Squidward stretched out his hand to Taylor, and then introduced him to the origin of his sculptures, his paintings, his life-size sculptures, big-headed sculptures, etc., the hard work and sweat he had paid, and the actions of his idiot neighbors at that time.

Taylor listened, and his eyes felt a little moist, and what kind of strict and cruel environment did this octopus brother do this?

This day is inevitably too miserable, it's really not a fish can live.

Since Squidward treats him so seriously, and treats him as a friend who can communicate with art on an equal footing, Taylor naturally feels that he can't show his timidity, and he quickly organizes his language, combined with the various pictures he has recently seen in his dreams, and draws them on paper, every inch of which is lifelike, as if he was born with it.

Although Taylor felt strange about this, he just thought that he could do it, and now that he had done it, it was probably the result of the dream, and Taylor felt more and more that the erect primate in the dream might have an extraordinary relationship with him.

"It's really incredible, what an art style, look at how beautiful this tower is depicted, what is it? Green mountains? Isn't there any coral on it? And how is the sand there black? My God, Mr. Taylor, where the hell did you see this scene? ”

Squidward held Taylor's landscape painting with both hands, as if on a pilgrimage, his eyes were full of tears, and the crystal tears condensed on his eyes and looked tearful.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Taylor said modestly, Squidward, who had entered into high-intensity thinking and repeated pondering, obviously did not take into account the feelings of the guests, just waved his tentacles casually, and then paid full attention, eager to eat the landscape painting and observe it carefully.

Taylor didn't care, now Squidward's state is a little fanatical and terrifying, he chuckled and turned his head, just about to look at the sky outside but was surprised to find that the shells flying outside were fixed in the air, the whole sky was half black and half white, and a white dot appeared in the distance, and then the whole world was dissipating as if it had been turned upside down.

！！！？？？

What the hell is going on with this horseman?

Why did I talk to Squidward about the destruction of the art world?

"Ho ho ............ Ho ho ho ............ I'm so sorry............ Whining............ Mr. Taylor. ”

Behind him came Squidward's voice, but there seemed to be some kind of extreme tyranny suppressed in this voice.

It's as if a wild beast is holding back from its bloody prey.

Taylor turned around in confusion and saw that half of Squidward's body was covered with golden scales, his mouth was full of sharp teeth, a barb-like tail had grown on his buttocks, and one eye had turned into a golden vertical pupil.

"Squidward, you ............"

Squidward shook his head guiltily, then waved his tentacles, and a tentacle covered in golden scales instantly drew into Taylor's face.

"I'm sorry............ Please rest............"

(End of chapter)