There is a lot of medical research in the world that it is very accidental that it is discovered that something has outstanding therapeutic effects in a certain field, which brings a lot of wealth and social status rewards.

For example, mold spots that unintentionally fall on a petri dish can be sterilized, a drug for diarrhea has a good effect on lowering blood pressure, or a special drug developed to lower blood pressure has become a viagra for the treatment of physiological disorders.

He speculated in advance.

Knife drawing is often ignored by psychiatrists because it is too unpopular, which has not been noticed that it can stimulate the activity of the cerebral cortex more than conventional watercolor illustrations.

It depends, maybe it's the undiscovered new continent in the autism industry.

To this end, he found a variety of drawing knives to draw drawings, and even two students learned how to use oil painting knives to test the relevant techniques.

For a long time in the past, knife painting has been known for allowing amateurs without any art skills to quickly get started.

But the moment I saw the results of the study, it was a bit confusing for scholars.

His conjecture was correct.

Sadly, only half right.

Brightly colored impasto does stimulate the brain of people with autism, but the effect is not significant.

Hit a place that is not appropriate.

If the effect of the ordinary fairy tale illustrations in the control group is 1, and the effect of the new version of "The Little Prince" is 10, then the general effect of the knife drawings he found can only hover between 1.5~3.

In order to control the variables, the scholar even hired a knife drawing expert with limited funds to re-copy a cover illustration of "The Little Prince".

Although there is a visible gap in the look and feel of the picture, the elements and compositions that the original illustration of the detective cat should have, and the reproductions are also there.

The reproduction can only achieve about half of the effect of the original.

That's paradoxical.

The so-called science should be the kind of hard and down-to-earth objective law that everything is carried out in heaven, and it does not survive or perish.

The biggest difference between it and the occult is that the occult exists because of a specific religious carrier, and all scientific research can be reproduced.

This is also the main constraint that currently restricts the publication of papers by old scholars.

How can he explain to the academic community that only the illustrations drawn by the detective cat with an oil knife have such a good effect?

Isn't the new version of "The Little Prince" a scientific version of the "Shroud of Turin" or something like that!

"It's the role of the knife painting...... However, in the current research of the detective cat's works, the effect is more significant than that of ordinary people. The old man struggled with his words.

"That's why Detective Cat has a higher level of skill control than other painters who draw knife paintings, right? Her work is more able to communicate with the soul. Anna said with a smile.

Detective cats draw better – and that's the most reliable answer the team at King's College London can think of so far.

Think of illustration therapy as a surgical procedure or a spiritual massage for the mind.

Then this conclusion is not unacceptable.

Why are there some high-end surgeries that only one or two authoritative doctors can do?

Why are some of Manhattan's top yoga therapists selling for $100,000 for a two-hour therapy session?

In the "Doctor Strange" movie, there is only one surgeon in the world who can treat the complex hand fracture of the protagonist Strange, but it is not a fictional plot of Marvel.

In the real world, it is not impossible for one or two surgeons to monopolize all the high-end cases in a particular medical field, and earn hundreds of millions of dollars a year in the cost of surgery.

This is especially true in specialized areas such as ophthalmology or sports orthopedics.

The medical textbooks and surgical plans are there, why can he make this money, but other doctors can't? It all comes down to having better surgical skills.

But in the minds of old pedants, they subconsciously believe that surgery is a multi-disciplinary field that is much more complex than painting and music.

What can be so profound about pulling the strings and brushing the paint on the canvas.

Moreover, the statement that the painting is good is too abstract, and there is no concrete and clear scientific standard.

So he didn't like this answer very much.

"I prefer to think that there are some detailed principles of painting that we have not yet explored in the painting effect of the detective cat, which triggers the visual reflection of the viewer, after all, brain science is still a field full of unknowns...... Soul or something, it's still too. ”

The old pedant bleated with difficulty.

The worldview is different, and Miss Elena doesn't argue too much.

After asking a few more questions, the girl happily put down the phone.

The €5 million donation has a lot to go and will need to be handed over between the Foundation and King's University.

Naturally, these things are handled by the staff under them.

Anna has now gotten the answer she wants.

Since knife painting does have a good effect on the treatment of autism, and the technique of Detective Cat Big Sister is precious and irreplaceable.

There is too much room for her agent to mediate.

"It's my Van Gogh, my sister is awesome!"

Anna didn't care how unconscionable it was.

Art has always been an unreasonable thing, it is a collision between soul and soul, between thinking and thinking.

The interesting souls under the world and the brushstrokes that touch people's hearts are as precious as gold.

How could an ordinary painter be able to reproduce it so easily?

"Let's make an appointment for a VoIP call, there's a task I need to talk to you about." Anna sends a message to the detective cat.

Then she sat down in front of her computer and began to edit a draft of the email replying to Jane Arnold.

——

The steam turbines were running, and fluffy smoke and dust rose from the chimneys, blending with the rain clouds in the sky.

New Zealand

Queen's Town Farm on the shores of Lake Wakatipu.

The white-bearded farmer faces the water that sinks into the earth like a blue emerald, and plays a viola alone in the rain.

The assistant stood in the light rain with an umbrella and listened to Mozart's repertoire leaping out of the piano.

"I studied music as a child, and I dreamed of becoming a violinist who could play in a symphony hall, until I was 12 years old, when my family couldn't afford to pay for a private home classroom, so my musical dream came to an end and I had to pick up a paintbrush instead......"

The farmer sighed.

"Is this artistic talent? Maybe you went to music school and had a great future, and now you might be a real violin master! ”

The assistant licked his lips.

Of course, this is a sycophant.

However, being a personal assistant to a great artist is like being a personal therapist for a top athlete.

In addition to the normal work content, it is also part of the employer's job to keep the employer happy and positive emotional guidance for a long time.

As an old man in front of him, it is not difficult to make a cameo appearance as a musician.

Concert halls in New Zealand's capital are available for rent.

There's nothing wrong with having a local professional orchestra play a Cheera Concerto, as long as you're rich enough, or have enough status.

The old man was rich enough and at the same time powerful enough.

"No, no, no, a true violin master doesn't play in the rain."

"The piano is their second life, how could they be willing to let the precious Italian spruce wood sound panel get damp in the rain? It's like I'm not going to put on an open-air art show in the sun anyway, so that the strong ultraviolet rays hurt the luster of the paint. Your devotion to art is the second most important factor in determining your artistic height. ”

The old man turned his head and said flatly, "Changing schools at the age of 12 was the luckiest moment in my life, and there was no one. ”

"I'm still playing the violin, just to play it for Tony once in a while."

His gaze swept over the "child" under the sun lounger under the assistant's umbrella.

Tony is huge, standing over 1.80 meters tall.

Dressed in a casual T-shirt and bell-bottoms, his hair meticulously groomed, and his resolute square chin without a trace of stubble, he looked like the kind of business elite who came to take a vacation on the shores of the Emerald Lake.

however

The moment anyone looked at this burly man, they would find that there was a small child hidden deep in his gray pupils.

It's not the childish look that people often say.

The childish eyes should be clear and smart, and the eyes of the man on the sun lounger only carry the youthfulness and confusion of a child of a few years old.

His physical age was forty-one years old, which was about the age of confusion in the mouth of Dongxia. The level of intellectual development is not much stronger than that of a normal four-year-old child, and there are certain emotional deficits.

And such a person is the only child of the illustrator Jane Arnaud, and the only relative now.

"Tony, did I teach you how to tie your shoes? Remember? ”

Jane Arnold looked down at the muddy laces on her sneakers, touched her son's head, and said like a puppy.

"Shoes...... Shoes ......"

Tony's gray eyes also blinked like a confused puppy, and he muttered words that should be shoe-related in his mouth.

The 41-year-old kid holding a cat stuffed animal hesitated and stared at his 41-size-old paw.

His gaze looked at his shoelaces with timidity and curiosity, like a scientist staring at some complex, beautiful, and dangerous experimental instrument.

He stretched out his hand three times, but three times it retracted it like an electric shock.

In the end, tears flashed in his big confused gray eyes, and he looked at his father with a wince.

"To ...... Cats, cats, to ...... Mugwort...... Rice. ”

"Lace up your shoes and we'll go find the cat. How do you remember how to tie your shoes? Tie the two ends of the rope tightly and tie a bow. Alas, forget it......"

Jane Arnold shook her head and sighed.

The same thing Tony said when he was 4 years old, 14 years old when he was 14 years old, 24 years old and 34 years old he said it over and over again.

Day after day, thousands of times.

Forty years ago, Jane Arnold said this with the surprise of a first-time father.

Thirty years ago, he was irritable and anxious, and sometimes he wanted to cover that stupid guy with a pillow in his bedroom.

Twenty years ago, Jane Arnold would swear by the heavens that whoever could teach his son to take care of his daily life would be willing to give two million dollars to the other party as a thank you.

to this day.

Love has loved, hate has hated.

Love, distress, pain, anxiety, hatred...... When all the seven emotions and six desires in the world flowed through the old man's heart, all that remained was the family affection that had been precipitated by the company for forty years.

It's like a classic quote from the fairy tale book called "The Little Prince" he recently read with Tony - "You spend so much time and energy on a rose, it is your thing, better than thousands of roses in the world." ”

How good that is.

Tony is his son, his most important relative.

It's not because he has half of his own blood in his body, or because his deceased wife held his hand before she died, and she had to promise to take care of Tony.

It's because of this little guy that he spent forty years taking care of.

Even if a stone has been hanging by his side for forty years, it has also soaked his body temperature.

Be stupid, be stupid.

Even if his son can't even learn to tie his shoes, even if there are thousands of people crying and shouting outside that they want to be his son.

The old gentleman is also reluctant to change.

Jane Arnold shook off the water droplets on the crimson alto violin, and casually placed the handmade piano worth tens of thousands of New Zealand dollars on the grass next to it, preventing the assistant next to him from wanting to help.

He knelt on one knee and carefully tied the shoelaces on his son's feet.

"Cat Cat...... Amy. ”

Tony grabbed the corner of his father's coat and said vaguely.

Without the old gentleman's instructions, the assistant clapped his palms, and immediately a Filipino maid came over with a little kitten with bright hair.

It was a purebred Scottish Fold with bright hair.

It is clearly a carefully selected breed, and it looks like a little white angel.

The cost of obtaining such a lady cat in New Zealand is more than $5,000, including adoption procedures and a full set of catteries and deworming vaccines.

Tony's eyes lit up for a moment, but after a few seconds, there was confusion in his expression.

"No...... No, not Amy. ”

"Amy in your arms." Jane Arnold patiently pointed to the puppet in her son's arms.

"It's not a cat."

This middle-aged boy with severe intellectual disability and language disability rarely showed the logic of his words at this time, he looked at the doll in his hand, and repeated seriously: "It, this, no, cat." ”

Then he swept his gaze to the Ragdoll in the Filipino maid's arms, and accentuated his tone again: "That, no, Amy." ”

Tony tugged at the sleeve of Jane Arnold's dress, like the kind of kid in front of the Halloween house who would make trouble if he didn't get candy, and said over and over again.

"To Amy, cat, cat, amy......"

The words CAT and AMY jump out of the big boy's mouth intermittently, but it's quite rhythmic, like a rap song composed of only two syllables.

Seeing this embarrassing and funny scene, the assistant on the side didn't laugh out loud.

He certainly knew what those two words meant.

When Tony was young, the eighties and nineties of the 20th century were still very popular with pet therapy.

Doctors believe that patients with severe autism are not much more intelligent than domestic pets, and that smart pets may be more patient and more likely to be friends with autistic children than anxious parents.

A cat with folded ears named Amy has become Tony's best playmate during his entire intellectual development from childhood to puberty.

This therapy has some effect.

It's just that there is one thing that doctors may not have thought too much about, and the lifespan of such a thing as a folded ear cat is almost certainly not more than 15 years.

Amy is destined to not be able to accompany her little autistic master for the rest of her life.

(End of chapter)