It was another sunny morning, and Klimt went downstairs with a sketchpad and a box of painting tools. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yes, as the head of the coloring group of the Vienna Comic Society, he was one of the highest-paid people in the whole company, and of course he would not treat himself badly anymore and squeeze the Chase with others as before, but rented a separate room on the second floor of the hotel. He had the independent bed and four-person painting table he had always dreamed of.

Of course, as a painter, you can't do it behind closed doors, you have to spend a lot of time to understand nature, conceive lines in nature, and understand colors. Only in this way can we go further on the road of painting.

The work of the comic club is hectic and hard, especially for Klimt, the head of the group. So taking advantage of this rare day off, he decided to go to Danube Park to sketch, looking for inspiration for painting and making some preliminary preparations for his next work.

The beautiful Danube River flows over the city of Vienna, with several scenic parks along the way. These parks are a source of inspiration for Viennese artists, whether it's painting or music.

Danube Park is one of the most beautiful of all!

It is located on a small island in the middle of the Danube River, surrounded by rivers on all sides, and the island is lush with greenery, flowers and rich cultural landscapes. It can be said that it is one of the most suitable parks for painting landscapes in the whole of Vienna.

For Klimt, who loves landscape painting and specializes in landscape oil painting, this is his favorite place to paint.

But he has never been to such a holy place for painters once, for no other reason, but because he is shy in his pocket. The park itself is free of admission and unattended, so anyone can enter. The expensive thing is the ferry money, Danube Park is located on a small island in the middle of the river, there is no bridge to cross, if you want to pass, you can only rely on the ferry by boat. Since there were very few qualified ferrymen on the river and a large number of people going to the park, the ferry fee was naturally high, costing more than 50 silver on weekdays, which Klimt could not afford.

But now it's different, and now there are several jingling gold marks in the Klimt money bag, so naturally I don't care about this bit of ferry money.

Following the ferry to the island, Klimt plunged headlong into this beautiful world.

Oh, this sea of flowers......

Oh, this lake......

Oh, this lawn......

It's one of the most beautiful parks in Vienna, and it's a stunning sight.

Klimt wandered around with emotion, looking for a suitable landscape to paint.

Finally, he decided on his goal.

It was a verdant lawn, dotted with countless flowers that bloomed and closed like stars, and not far from the lawn, there was a calm paper-like river, and the whole scenery was so gorgeous and refreshing.

Fortunately, he came relatively early, and no one robbed him of this beauty, allowing him to occupy the position where his career was most open.

He hurriedly set up his easel, put on his drawing board, spread out his paper, took out water and paint, and reconciled them on the drawing plate. Think about how to write and how to compose your shot.

Well, the landscape is divided into two parts, one lake and one lawn, and if you want to express it perfectly, you have to unite the two parts harmoniously......

While he was thinking about it, a voice suddenly interjected, interrupting his thoughts.

"Hey, isn't this Klimt? How can you have the money to come to Danube Park to paint? Could it be that you were taken care of by that noble lady?"

Turning back in annoyance, Klimt saw at a glance the man who was speaking sarcastically.

It was a young man, who looked very unsightly against the starry moon-like surround of his companions, and now he was looking up at Klimt with disdain.

Klimt knew the young man, his name was Egon and he was also a painter. In fact, they were still fellow villagers, and the two rushed to Vienna together to take the entrance exams for the Vienna Academy of Arts. The difference is that Klimt failed to make the list, and the young man did, and he was the best of all the candidates, and it is said that he is now studying under one of the famous masters of painting in the academy.

And by the costumes they were wearing, Klimt also knew that the other people who surrounded the Egon were also students of the Vienna Academy of Arts. Just looking at their expressions, looking envious and flattering at Egon on it, it was clear that they were just his henchmen.

After two glances, Klimt decided to ignore him and swallowed his sarcastic words. After all, Egon is a genius painter at the Academy of Arts, and he is just a street painter who has failed to make the list, although he has made some money now, it is far from enough to make enemies with such a proud son of heaven, and he can only endure it.

But Egon didn't intend to let him go, but walked over.

"Oh, it seems that I have really made a fortune, this painting paper, this paint, are all high-end goods, and this one is customized by the century-old store on Verdon Street, and one will cost several gold marks." Egon's tone was full of deliberate surprise: "Could it be that I said that you were really raised by a noble lady?"

"I earn all the money for my painting tools. Repeatedly slandered, even the always good-natured Klimt could not bear it, and retorted in a blunt tone: "It's all the money I earn with my own efforts and talents, and it's all clean money! Also, don't you know that it's rude to disturb a painter to paint?"

"Hahaha, talent? You say talent?" Egon laughed as he hugged his stomach, tears of laughter flowed out.

It took him a moment to stop laughing, but then his tone became extremely cold: "What kind of talent do you have to fight on the street as a person who has failed to hit the list? As for the garbage you paint, you are also worthy of being called a painter? For a product like you, you are also worthy of painting in Danube Park?"

Hearing Egon speak out, his companions also scolded mercilessly:

"What should I be, it turned out to be a failed street, don't stay in your 'garbage street', what are you doing in Danube Park?"

"Hahaha, if you buy high-end painting tools, you will think that you are a high-end painter? Don't dream, no talent is no talent, garbage is garbage!"

"Don't take a place here! You don't even ask, is Danube Park a place like you to hit the streets!"

"Where is the beauty of Danube Park painted by your kind of garbage? If you stay here for a while, it will be a stain on this place!"

"yes, what are you doing in a daze? Why don't you pack up for me!"

......

Clutching the brush in his hand, Klimt was so angry that his shoulders trembled. But he didn't do it, and he didn't refute it.

He just said quietly, "I'm going to paint, please don't disturb me." ”

But his proclamation had no effect.

"Hehe, you're still pretending to be here. Egun said in a contemptuous tone: "I'll tell you the truth! I have taken a fancy to this place! You want to paint it for me, go and paint it somewhere else!"

"What if I say I don't want to?" Klimt turned his head and fixed his eyes on him, "Are you going to violently drive me away?"

"Hehe, we are all artists, how can we use violence?" Egon laughed: "I know what you are honoring for, it is nothing more than the Vienna comic strip that made some money by drawing some garbage albums in it." I might as well tell you! Your garbage comic club is about to close! My teacher is Master Lermy, and no matter who is behind your comic club, he will let you go out of business! Destroy all the garbage you draw!"

"Smack. Shocked, Klimt's hand loosened, and the brush fell to the ground.