Soul Painter

And this kind of despair... People who can express this kind of despair will not have a yearning for life, but only a desire for death, right?

Thinking of this, a kind of fear gripped Xin Wei. Xin Wei grabbed Gao Fan's shoulder and yelled: "Madman! What are you painting?!"

Gao Fan was taken aback. When he turned his head and saw Xin Wei, he was visibly stunned, "You're here...cough! Cough cough cough cough!"

He coughed violently, Xin Wei hurriedly found water for him, and Gao Fan coughed so violently this time that he would choke out the water, he coughed while waving his hands to show that he was fine, Xin Wei hurriedly helped him along the road. In the end, he was even more surprised to see that a pool of blood appeared in Gao Fan's hand covering his mouth.

"Are you coughing up blood?!" Xin Wei only felt his heart beating hard, and he couldn't breathe due to the pain.

After coughing up a little blood, Gao Fanfang felt the breath in his chest go smoothly, he took a few deep breaths, and felt himself come back to life, he said: "No, it's okay, just now I was biting my lip while coughing, look. "

As he said that, Gao Fan opened his mouth to show Xin Wei. Of course, in order not to worry Xin Wei and take him to the hospital, he immediately bit himself hard, it really hurt.

"You coughed until you bit your lip, so you vomit blood?" Xin Wei is not a medical major, but he also thinks this is a bit ridiculous, right?

"Anyway, it's fine." Gao Fan concluded, "I'll be fine with some cockroach water."

The cockroach water in Gao Fan's mouth is "Rehabilitation New Liquid". This thing is the extract of the American scythe, which is also the cockroach. It has miraculous effects on all internal and external wounds. Gao Fan always has sores in his mouth due to his partial eclipse. It has an excellent therapeutic effect. .

"...Okay." Xin Wei frowned, the feeling of distress was so intense that it still couldn't dissipate at the moment, but she turned her attention to the painting again, "You are... a self-portrait, right? Your mask Aren’t the group pictures all taken from Peng City? How did it become a self-portrait?”

"The fourteenth and fifteenth paintings are both self-portraits." Gao Fan said.

The fourteenth one too?

Xin Wei found the latest fourteenth mask, because two of the group paintings have been sold, that is, the painting on the twelfth position, she was so curious that she lifted the linen on it, and then she saw a A smiling mask, this smiling face is so crazy that the facial structure has lost coordination and unity, and a large number of lines are flaring out of the mask. Gao Fan doesn't even hide these lines, so that this mask is like a kite with broken strings That way, floating in the clear sky.

Although the sky is clear and painted with a lot of blue and white, it just reflects the disorder of the mask's lines. It's like a child's random scribbled work, with a lot of messy lines, according to a special, pleasing Uncomfortable rhythms are combined to form the facial features of the mask. In the technique of painting this painting, Titian's soft treatment of light and environment cannot be seen, but the sinister and ostentatious glaring feeling of Carava.

Xin Wei felt two words in this mask, crazy.

"The name of this mask is "Madness", and this one is "Despair"." Gao Fan murmured, there was a blank blank in his expression, as if he didn't understand how this happened, "After I painted the first thirteen mask paintings, I found that I didn't have to look for them. My own body was enough to produce madness and despair."

Xin Wei suddenly turned around and looked at Gao Fan. At this moment, Gao Fan was at a loss like a child, or rather, a little helpless.

In more than three months, Gao Fan completed thirteen of the mask group pictures. He went deep into the hearts of human beings, but he did not see a glimmer of light.

Human beings are like a group of blind and stupid beasts guided by the gods. Occasionally, the whip of the gods will make them go on the right path, but most of the time, driven by desire and emptiness, they walk on the edge of the cliff. At this time, no matter what The gods turned into various forms, whether it was thunder from the sky or the begging old man, none of them could awaken their determination to walk off the cliff and fall into pain.

In order to complete the painting, Gao Fan experienced "Illusion", "Infatuation", "Indifference", "Rage", "Blindness", "Greed", "Desire", "Cowardice", "Eros", "Indulgence", "Pride", "Desire" and "Fool" have thirteen masks, from which "Madness" and "Despair" were born in his heart.

So the last fourteen or fifteen are self-portraits.

Because Gao Fan deeply felt the helplessness and despair of human nature.

The paintings of the demon school need to crush not only the reason of the viewer, but sometimes the artist's own reason needs to be crushed first.

These 15 mask paintings will definitely belong to the Devil School, and will also be Gao Fan's representative works. They are destined to be great works, but Gao Fan began to doubt at this moment, is his expression meaningful?

At this moment, even if Ana Armas is here, he cannot guide the return of Gao Fan's soul, because Gao Fan is caught in doubts about the meaning of human existence, and he is too deep into the human soul. The ugliness he saw made him create shocking and great works, and it also made him doubt this group, including himself.

Fortunately, there is Xin Wei.

"Let's go." Xin Wei grabbed Gao Fan's hand and pulled it hard. Gao Fan was too thin and lacked energy, so Xin Wei pulled him away, like a kite with a broken string.

"What are you going to do?" Gao Fan was stunned, and Xin Wei put a hat and down jacket on his body, wrapping him into a thicker ball.

Immediately, Xin Wei didn't explain, and pulled Gao Fan out the door.

After Gao Fan stepped out of the door, the sky light and snow light came into view together, he was stabbed so hard that he couldn't open his eyes immediately, and then, a cold snowball hit his face, pop! His face was icy cold, and he suddenly regained his energy.

"Come on, great artist, let's have a snowball fight!" Xin Wei bent down and grabbed the snow on the ground. Her orange down jacket, yellow scarf and hat made her look like a happy little squirrel in the snow.

"Why..." Gao Fan still didn't understand, why would he want to have a snowball fight? It's so barbaric... Crack!

Another snowball hit him in the face.

"Xin Wei, I warn you, don't be too arrogant~" Even the clay figurine was aroused by Gao Fan, he bent down to catch the snow, formed a ball and threw it at Xin Wei.

The two were playing, and a few children who were making snowmen in the villa area of ​​the community also joined in. Those children were all about seven or eight years old, and there was a little girl among them who Gao Fan looked familiar to him. He remembered that she lived next door. I lived with a single mother. When they moved in, they even sent Gao Fan pastries and fruits. Their name seemed to be Xiaoxue or something.

Later, Gao Fan and Xin Wei each led a team, Gao Fan led a little boy, Xin Wei led a little girl, the two sides naturally divided into groups, and then there were only two boys in the group, and there were seven or eight in the girl group. One, the strategic advantage fell to one side, Gao Fan and the little boy were chased all over the yard like ducks, and finally fell to the ground and yelled to surrender.

Chapter 4~ There is another chapter with a continuous plot, I will try, if I can get it out, I will have it if I can write it at 7:00, if not, I will have to do it tomorrow~ Ask for a monthly ticket