Tony huddled in the corner of the hospital room with his cat in his arms.

The big boy opened his mouth hard, trying to scare off every adult present with a fierce expression.

Saliva, tears, and snot weaved into a slimy mass from his chin, and his ferocity was not intimidating, but comical.

There is a bitter helplessness in the funny.

Looking at the face on the screen with all his facial features distorted together, Gu Weijing sighed.

He remembered that Mr. Sloth had told him when he had read "The Little Prince" to him.

In the past, old Europe cultivated heirs and taught them how to show the "temperament" of the so-called elite aristocracy.

One of the most important exercises is not to show anger, fear, and ferocity on your face.

A person who can maintain a feeling of mental burnout in everything forever is more unfathomable than a person with a tinkling gold coin in his pocket.

The offended king should calmly and calmly grasp the hilt of the sword of vengeance, and draw the sword without changing his face.

Blowing up and scolding is something that only mud legs can do.

Queen Elizabeth of the Austro-Hungarian Empire was stabbed in the body with a sharpened file by an assassin who suddenly jumped out of the street in Geneva.

In the literature, the last sentence left by Princess Sissi in the world was only a very calm ask: "Sir, may I ask you something?" ”

A guy who writes anger on his face easily in his life shows that he is usually unable to make any changes to his surroundings and can only resort to the most powerless expression of emotion.

Dancing teeth and claws is the weakest rebellion against life.

If it is a dance of teeth and claws, it means that people are powerless in life.

Then biting people is simply developing the concept of "powerlessness" to the point of despair.

Even if it is as strong as boxing champion Tyson.

When he stood in the 96 boxing ring and retreated, he was so anxious that he jumped up and bit his opponent's ear, what the audience in front of the TV did not feel was the wild and ferocious beast, but the vicissitudes and helplessness of the down-and-out hero.

Whether it's Tyson, who is about to lose in the ring, or Tony, who is holding a cat.

Except for the hard teeth in the mouth.

They have nothing else to guard what they hold dear.

Gu Weijing felt that if one day he wanted to paint a picture with the theme of "helpless and desperate souls", Tony at this time was simply the best ready-made subject.

His helplessness didn't even matter at all.

The illustrator's assistant is hurriedly apologizing to the doctor who was bitten, some are watching the excitement with a sneer, and some are shouting that it can't be done, so let Tony take Amy back.

Even Jane Arnold was annoyed by her son's sudden appearance.

The illustrator who was just a middle-aged man at the time sharply ordered him to stop making trouble and give Amy to the doctor quickly.

Ngawang's grinning teeth can still scare the Budao children to the ground.

Tony's grinning didn't scare anyone off in the room.

What's the use of being scared even if it's scared?

It wasn't the veterinarian who had suffered an unjustified catastrophe to take Amy away from the eldest child, but the Grim Reaper.

Death is the most irresistible force of all living beings.

He could take a bite into the doctor's arm, but not in the throat of death.

Tony may not understand everyone, or maybe he is simply frightened.

Tears flowed down his cheeks, and his eyes were red and swollen like two big peaches.

"Meow."

Amy in the cat's cradle meowed softly.

The cat's meow breaks the confrontation between Tony and the adults.

In the camera, the tail of the scrawny cat in the boy's arms wagged slightly.

"Amy?"

The dish cat shook her head and propped herself up with her front paws, as if she wanted to jump on his shoulder or head as usual.

But she weakened and fell back into the basket in defeat.

Tony carefully brought the cat cradle to his eyes and took out a freeze-dried goat's milk stick from his pocket and tried to feed it to Amy.

Amy spun her head, sniffed, and stuck her tongue out.

She didn't lick the goat's milk stick, but gently licked Tony's cheek.

One, two, three.

Strings of tears flowed from the corners of Tony's eyes and were licked away by the cat.

The pet ward slowly fell silent, and the veterinarians watched in amazement.

Amy changed to a human, and now she is a dying patient lying in the ICU with tubes all over her body.

A few months ago, a tumor in his brain had pressed on a nerve and affected Amy's vision.

In other words.

She's a blind cat.

Amy had been lying in the cradle for a moment, and the doctors even thought that Amy had fallen into a coma.

What a thing that is difficult to decipher scientifically!

Amy's movements can also be explained by the fact that the cat should have relied on its residual sense of smell to smell its owner.

But why did she lick her tears instead of her milk sticks?

Cats are indeed crying animals, but that is only a stress response to the stimulation of the lacrimal glands. Milk sticks are food, and tears should be just salty water in the cat's worldview.

No one knows why.

The cat licked his cheek softly, licking Tony's tears away.

"Meow."

Amy meowed softly.

"Meow." Tony meowed softly, too.

The two of them seemed to have finished their final goodbyes.

Amy retracted her tongue, her tail gently beside her, and she never moved again.

In the camera lens.

The doctor's action of taking away the cat's cradle in the end was very careful and gentle, and the scene just now actually had a heavy and solemn attitude that made it difficult to restrain and hold his breath.

Everyone who sees such a scene feels like a big stone has been pressed in their hearts.

They should be accustomed to seeing the life and death between pet lovers and animals.

The fees at the pet hospital are very expensive, and the customers who come here often have pets who are basically like a formal family member to them.

The owner cries like a dog father or cat mother whose own child has died, and the doctor can meet one or two every month.

But just a moment.

They really mistakenly thought that there was a human-like emotional soul attached to the body of the folded ear cat in the cat's cradle.

It wasn't a cat saying goodbye to its owner, it was like a mother saying goodbye to her child. The emotional connection between them is strong and incomprehensible.

Tony sat quietly in a chair to the side.

Jane Arnold took her son's hand.

Tony wasn't noisy, he wasn't crying, he wasn't laughing, and his out-of-focus eyes were pulled away from a certain look.

It seems that it is not only Amy who is separated from him, but also a part of his soul.

GU WEIJING CLOSED THE IPAD SCREEN AND EXHALED SLOWLY, WANTING TO SPIT OUT THE OPPRESSIVE FEELING BETWEEN HIS CHEST AND ABDOMEN FROM HIS THROAT.

The video in front of me, called "The Ritual of Love", is much more heavy than the process of the death of an imaginary pet.

Sadness permeated Gu Weijing's surroundings like a mist of substance.

For Gu Weijing, this kind of sadness is just a very light and uncomfortable feeling based on empathy, but in the heart of the autistic person named Tony, this fog has solidified into a curtain around his atrium for more than 20 years.

The defense line of the mind is more impassable than the barrier made of molten iron.

Gu Weijing sat in the corner of the studio.

He thought quietly.

I want to drill a way out of this barrier that is enough for psychiatrists to pass through. That set of illustrations had to be more penetrating than ever before.

And Gu Weijing didn't know if he was suitable to add the illustration with this photo as the main body to his alternate illustration collection.

The intensity of this emotional transmission of sadness may be enough.

But wouldn't it be a good thing for Tony to experience such a reluctant scene again?

Gu Weijing is a little hard at grasping the degree.

"I have a question and would like to ask for your opinion. Facing painful memories that you can't afford – is it wiser to escape? ”

Tangled for a quarter of an hour.

Gu Weijing decided to turn to someone he thought was wiser.

He chose the video and sent it to Mr. Sloth along with his painting ideas for advice.

"How should I draw?"

After a long time, three more sentences from Mr. Sloth appeared on the phone.

"Carl Jung, one of the most famous psychologists in history, said that escape is an instinctive protective response of human beings, and the pain of memories will destroy people from the inside out, so people will try their best to avoid facing their souls with all kinds of ridiculous reasons, which is our self-protection mechanism - this sentence is usually used by psychiatrists to appease people who are depressed in the face of losing their husbands and fathers."

After a few seconds, the new content is refreshed.

"However, Jung also said another thing - only those who face the soul will awaken."

"Detective Cat Lady, I have a good idea."

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Even though I have come to the artist's studio many times in the past few days.

When the assistant pushed open the door, he was still shocked by the magnificent scene.

Long before Ms. Anya, the co-founder of Zaohe Space Gallery, landed at Auckland International Airport in New Zealand.

A special room in Jane Arnaud's Emerald Lake Ranch has been emptied into a special studio at the artist's request.

Bed, table, TV cabinet, vase, coffee table......

All furniture has been removed.

The fireplace was cleaned and boarded up.

The walls were covered with a layer of white wallpaper, the sofa was pushed to the side corner, and the thick cashmere carpet was rolled up and replaced with plain cushions.

The originally warm and comfortable guest room became a pure white room after the wallpaper-clad construction brother left, which sounded like a starship sci-fi feeling, and at worst, it looked like a bare board room in the cold morgue of a hospital.

The servants at the ranch were a little confused, wondering what was the point of this toss-up request?

This is Jane Arnold's home.

Of course, there is a professional studio belonging to the illustrator master in the ranch, and all the painting tools are available.

Modern, ancient, printing tools from electronic pen tablets to prints, and all kinds of fill lights.

The value of the real estate here is not as precious as that of the famous studios in Provence in southern France, which have been used and visited by Picasso, Cézanne, and Manet, and have already carried cultural symbolic significance.

But the facilities are of course the best in the world.

Wouldn't it be nice to work right there?

Isn't it the same as farting in your pants to get a new studio?

For these laymen's confusion, the assistant smiled and expressed his disdain for those who didn't know how to make buns.

An assistant is a professional who serves an artist.

He's a professional, even though he can't figure it out...... But he didn't even ask.

The first thing the assistant understood after entering the industry was that trying to understand the thoughts of great artists was the most meaningless thing in the world.

Don't waste your life studying their wild minds.

That was never understandable to mere mortals.

Andy Warhol had a habit of collecting daily necessities, whether it was canned scalps, morning newspapers, used napkins, or even hotel pillow towels, they would be sorted out and taken away in storage boxes, and by the time he died, hundreds of storage boxes had been piled up in an entire warehouse.

Beethoven liked to put a large bathtub in the living room, soak in it and play in the water while conceiving a symphony. But none of this compares to Schiller, who had to smell rotten apples to be able to create inspiration.

When his friend Goethe visited his home, he was almost vomited by the smell of rotten fruit.

Among the great painters, like Uncle Sakai, who likes to chew on doughnuts and chicken breasts and roast birds, he is really super well-behaved and super normal.

For example, in the case of the Hamburg Academy, the labor and design costs of the teachers and students of the university are not counted on the lakeside in Germany, and it costs millions of euros to reproduce the entire Jiangnan garden at a cost of 1:1, just to make Mr. Cao Xuan live comfortably, which is also a routine operation.

Art has always been a product of extreme abstraction.

This circle never looks at meaning, but only at the social status of the artist and the value contained in his name, whether it can drive enough resources.

The more powerful the artist, the fewer requirements in the world that cannot be met.

If you get to Hearst's level, whether you want to go to 10 Downing Street for dinner or go to dinner on the International Space Station, there are ways to do it if you ask for it.

Nowadays, commercial space travel, in addition to the rich, is the most interesting to the big artist groups.

Assistants, galleries and agents are the vessels that help carry the flowers of inspiration that bloom for artists.

Anya is also a good mid-to-high-level artist.

Coupled with the fact that she had flown to New Zealand at the invitation of Jane Arnold, a pure white studio was not too much of a request.

He just needs to be the container.

If Jane Arnaud did not object, even if the house was demolished, the assistant would silently find the construction team to study the architectural drawings.

These days after Ms. Anya started working.

It dawned on him that asking for a pure white studio was not Anya's creative quirk.

As the co-founder of a gallery that leans towards modern art, he has his own unique and special ideas.

People are holding back their magnifying moves!

(End of chapter)