Tony cried and fell into it.

Tears flowed out of his eyes like money, his face was wet, and he couldn't tell whether it was saliva or snot.

Cao Gong, who wrote about the Red Mansion, if he could see a forty-year-old uncle crying like this, I am afraid that he would have the original feeling that "men are also made of water".

Everyone in the living room looked different.

Hearing such pure sadness, everyone present was not in a very good mood.

"Old man Jane Arnaud also said that if there was any one of the three knife painters who could help Tony's magic, it would be this detective cat."

The assistant remembered how confident her employer had been in the detective cat.

His heart was full of mocking sneers.

"It's an eye-opener, this work is quite magical. Cracking down on a dazed autistic person to cry like this is also a skill in another sense. ”

Anya frowned, indignant, her fists clenched, and her fingers turned white.

She was eager to pull the African painter out of the collar of the television and ask her why she had painted such a vicious work.

She brutally hurt an innocent and chaotic child.

However, Professor Boggs was shocked and still looked at the colors on the screen with some madness.

"Hmm."

"This orange is played well, and the flames are also beautifully painted...... The texture of the hair slightly curled in the flames is also good...... For the emotional portrayal of sadness and frenzy, the standard is still very high! ”

The strange old man's gaze revealed a bit of appreciation.

More than half of the super great painters who can be included in the list of artists are half-crazy.

Professor Boggs was worried.

Detective Cat is more than an illustrator, and the edges and corners of his personality have been smoothed out by life, and he will only be utilitarian to please Party A when creating.

Now it seems that I was wrong.

can not care about offending the authority, and give a commissioned work to an artistic giant like Jane Arnaud, and hand over such a set of paintings that are full of backbone.

It's just that the edges and corners haven't been smoothed.

This guy is simply too angular! The whole body is covered with edges and corners!

In the eyes of outsiders, he is as nervous as Professor Boggs, and at this time, he thinks that this detective cat is really crazy enough.

"I love the madness of this chick."

Professor Boggs quietly glanced at the illustrator who was standing beside his weeping son, who was grim and bruised, patting him on the back and softly comforting him.

The old man tapped a small abacus in his heart.

It's usually not a big deal for an artist to be crazy and a little scumbag.

But this guy was originally hated by the magazine "Oil Painting".

Fortunately, the illustrator is originally a lower riba person in the serious art industry.

She can still hug the thigh of the Scholastic Group's publishing house and flutter twice in her own one-third of an acre.

Now Jane Arnaud, the emperor of illustration and the board of directors of the Scholastic Group, has offended a lot of artistic signature treasures.

If only Jane Arnold had been a little more calculating.

If you don't know how to paint this painting, you can directly paint her unemployed!

"That's a good thing."

Professor Boggs touched his chin, his eyes shining.

At this time, can I send charcoal in the snow and pull her to the studio to be a teaching assistant for myself?

Sixty-five-year-old tenured professor.

As long as he no longer thinks about making a lot of money by selling paintings, he will open an exhibition in a big art museum.

Professor Boggs could have been cheeky, closed his door and plunged into the small world of the studio, and regarded a lot of public opinion pressure in society as stinky bullshit.

I don't know if Detective Cat has a diploma from the Academy of Fine Arts, maybe the Board of Trustees of the Brooklyn Academy of Fine Arts will card her faculty establishment...... It doesn't matter.

Professor Boggs thinks that this guy is currently drawing a set of illustrations for "The Little Prince" with a full dozen, and he should not make much money working with a top publisher like Scholastic.

If the whole art world has no place for detective cats.

Even if he recruited her in the name of a student, she might not refuse if she had nothing to eat.

"Own students? Hey. ”

Old man Boggs imagined that kind of picture, touching his chin, and the corners of his mouth slowly showed a sinister smile.

"It's gone, it's all gone. We don't cry anymore, we don't cry anymore. Amy has actually been with you all the time...... Daddy bought you kittens, they're cute too......"

Jane Arnaud was not at all in the mood of Professor Boggs.

Tony is a lot taller than him.

The old gentleman stretched his neck and leaned over to his son, who was crying incessantly, and while stroking his back, he suppressed his anger and comforted him softly.

When I saw this painting.

Jane Arnold's face was already ugly to death.

He, as a father, wanted to best understand his son's feelings and feelings when he saw the works of these artists.

Whether it's Amy, Boggs, or the sketches sent by Detective Cat.

Out of trust and respect for professional painters, Jane Arnaud did not check in advance.

He thought in his heart that the high and low were all painters with a certain degree of popularity and discussion in society, and no matter how much he could, there was a limit, and he would not complete some works that were too outrageous.

Who would have thought......

Hell, this detective cat really gave him a big job.

Jane Arnold regretted her previous decision.

He hired the detective cat to treat his son.

She doesn't want to paint, she can't paint.

What do you mean by stuffing Tony like that!

His son is usually a little stupid and stupid. But now crying so pitifully, the illustrator still feels uncomfortable as if he is cutting with a knife.

Jane Arnold was furious.

The old gentleman even had some grievances in his heart - Lao Tzu withstood the pressure of "Oil Painting", and Corporal Lixian respectfully invited you, a little painter, to come to the ranch as a guest.

Give me a lot of face, and you repay me like this?

Do you really think that if he is usually more low-key, he can't fix her?

"Off, off, turn off the TV. Immediately! We don't look at it! Jane Arnold commanded angrily.

"Wait."

Dr. Kim Anqing suddenly spoke.

The psychiatrist was silent when Tony was looking at the paintings.

He frowned beside him, not knowing what he was thinking.

At this time, Dr. Kim suddenly spoke, stopping the assistant from preparing to turn off the TV.

Everyone was stunned.

The psychiatrist walked a few steps, walked over to Jane Arnold, stared at Tony's tearful face for a few seconds, and whispered, "It's not a bad thing. ”

"Dr. King?"

Jane Arnold stroked her son's hand on the back and paused, looking confused.

"There is a saying among psychotherapists that a good therapist has tissues on his desk at all times. It's never a bad thing to lead a customer to cry. Conversely, shedding tears is perhaps one of the healthiest sensory behaviors. ”

Dr. Kim Anqing did pull out a pack of tissues from his pocket.

"Isn't crying a bad thing? You don't see what this poor child is so sad about! ”

Anya couldn't help but accuse.

Hum!

These individuals are all hard-hearted.

"She was sad because of Amy's departure. Tears are the effect, not the cause. ”

"People are sad about falling out of love, getting sick, losing their jobs, all kinds of negative stress, and crying is a process of venting this pressure. The most dangerous are those who hold all kinds of pressure in their hearts and pretend to smile. ”

Dr. Kim shook his head: "Crying clients often only need a stack of tissues and an understanding embrace to feel a lot better. And those who pretend to be strong are prone to depression. ”

"I once saw a case in medical school where a 35-year-old partner of a law firm jumped from a 17-story building while going to the toilet after kissing his beautiful young fiancée at an engagement party where friends and family gathered."

In his suicide note, it was discovered that he had suffered from stress and depression for many years, and the coroner found that he had a habit of self-abuse and drug addiction with a blade. And until he jumped from the rooftop, all his relatives and friends had the impression that he was a very cheerful, smiling and healthy person. ”

The doctor handed the illustrator a tissue and asked him to wipe his son's tears and asked softly, "How long has it been since you've seen Tony cry so painfully?" ”

Jane Arnold was stunned again.

Speaking from the heart.

As a child who never grows up, Tony cries many times in his daily life.

I'll cry if I trip over a shoelace, and I'll cry if I don't hold it steady and break a coffee cup.

Sometimes I slept until midnight, and Tony's crying to find the cat and find Amy would be heard in the ranch. Several nurses have been tortured with mental breakdowns.

But those cries are often either panicked, or hesitant, and come and go as fast as they come.

Such a heartbreaking, heart-wrenching, dead cry...... It's been a long time since it's been there.

Such a pure and thick grief like water...... It hasn't been seen for years.

The night Amy died, it was as if she had taken away a part of the child's soul forever.

"As a doctor, I rarely jump to conclusions before I get a test report, but the moment I saw Tony crying and having an emotional breakdown, I knew it was a cry worth 2 points."

Dr. Kim nodded.

"What do you mean by 2 points?"

The assistant was still puzzled, and Jane Arnold's face had already flashed with surprise: "You mean ......"

"Yes, I think just this emotional crying will reduce Tony's self-isolation severity rating by two points on the ABC Autism Scale Assessment."

Dr. Kim nodded: "It seems that the idea of the detective cat should be right. ”

The illustrator picked up the deeper meaning in the psychiatrist's tone.

The old gentleman blinked slightly: "Doctor, do you already know what kind of works detective cats can draw?" ”

"Mr. Sloth, that's the detective cat's agent."

"He had a brief communication with me beforehand, and he had a general idea of painting in advance. It's a bold idea, a little out of the ordinary. However, he convinced me anyway. ”

Dr. Kim Anqing looked at the fire on the screen and shrugged: "Of course, this is also the first time I have seen the actual painting. I didn't expect that Detective Cat's work would be so ......."

"It's so penetrating."

The psychiatrist weighs the wording.

After communicating with the detective cat that day, Anna is determined to draw a work that "faces the soul".

Miss Elena immediately shared their thoughts with Dr. Ankyung Kim.

It's both communication and being smart about finding someone to endorse.

Detective Cat is a rookie painter who has just shown signs of entering the house. She can be simple, she can be green, she can be silly and sweet, and she can only care about the appeal of her paintings.

Miss Elena, as the agent of the detective cat big sister, has to take into account all aspects.

Don't say anything else.

Without saying hello in advance, in case of a scene like the one just now, Jane Arnaud angrily turned off the TV and pulled the detective cat into the blacklist in the hearts of the art giants.

The good fate did not get along, and he worked hard to finish the painting, but he became an enemy.

Isn't that numb!

The major illusions in a painter's life usually include - you think that if you work hard, you will definitely be able to paint well, you think that if you paint well, you will definitely reach the award-winning level, and you think that if you reach the award-winning level, you will not be squeezed out of the quota by the selected candidates.

The most taboo thing in art is "what you think".

Even in the case of absolute fairness and justice, a good work may not satisfy everyone.

Every viewer is a subjective individual.

Great works of art can win the praise of the vast majority of audiences, but there will be people who just can't match the brain waves.

There are thousands of good things, but they can't beat the "I don't like it".

Darkly said.

In the safest case, even if Tony really failed to be impressed by this set of sketches, he even used too much force and was too impressed.

The detective cat sister also consulted in advance and got the consent of the attending doctor, and she was not good at advocating.

It was Dr. Kim Anqing who took the blame.

When he first heard about Anna's idea of painting, Dr. Kim also thought that maybe this idea was too risky.

Anna touched the other party with one sentence.

"Doctor, I am a person who loves pets, and before the death of my closest elder, a puppy was given to me, so that I could love this puppy with her heart. So in a sense, I can understand Tony's mood and feelings. ”

"From the moment of the so-called 'ritual of love' in the pet hospital, everyone was carefully defending a lie that told him that his dearest cat, the cat named Amy, was not leaving. This lie has lasted for thirty years, and Tony has deceived himself for thirty years. ”

Mr. Sloth continued, "Perhaps some part of Tony's mind has realized that Amy will never be by his side during this long time. But he still kept himself alive with the illusion of finding Amy. ”

"Avoidance, like alcohol, is a placebo. They are the weight that leads to happiness on the balance of mood. One can overcome suffering by constantly escaping the short-lived. But it's always just a time-limited short-term Demerol. ”

"But the moment it is exposed to the sun and evaporated, the loss will stubbornly come back again and again, and there will be no relief."

Originally, I wanted to say it in the writer's testimonial.

The double festival was originally a cheerful festival, but it happened to be written about such a sad plot, sorry, it should be the end of this plot today.

Thankfully, I didn't say that.

I once miscalculated the speed at which the plot was progressing.

But it should, probably, probably, and the plot will be all written tomorrow. It's time for a new story.

(End of chapter)