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Chapter 11 "The Moon and Sixpence" 006 Nothing
It was night, Bai Luo stood on the edge of the window sill, looking at Sandro, a big lump of furniture that he would never take away or dispose of, feeling a little distressed.

"It's like fleeing..."

Before he finished speaking, Sandro behind him suddenly threw him to the ground and pressed him hard into his arms!
Bai Luo was startled: "...what are you doing?"

In the next second, only a few gunshots were heard.The glass in Sandro's house shattered!

Sandro held Bai Luo tightly in his arms, hiding in the shadow of the window sill.Bai Luo pressed his head against his firm chest, only to hear his heart beating wildly.

Boom, boom, boom.

The gunfire was dense and continuous.When all the dust settled, the two still nestled in place, not daring to move, and hid like this for a long time.

Sandro let go of Bai Luo slowly.Bai Luo looked at him with a pale face, a little dazed.

Sandro pointed to it with his finger, and Bai Luoden immediately understood.

Bai Luo smiled wryly.

"It's really a big deal at the stall this time."

Sandro grabbed his hand.

"It's not suitable to stay here for a long time. We have to escape quickly!"

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Sandro picked up two gold bars and a large roll of cash that he had saved over the years.The two rushed to the pier overnight, boarded a boat going out to sea, and embarked on the road of escape.

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One evening, the boat stopped on a small island.

There is only a dilapidated and shabby pier on the island, with a faded Union Jack sticking out.The pier is surrounded by a circle of small black sand beaches, and further out, there are endless rocky reefs and cliffs.

Moss grows on the cliff, and many bird's nests are built.Gulls circled in the setting sun, leaving behind silhouettes.

In the depths of the cliff, against the mountains and back to the sea, there is a small town vaguely hidden, with curling smoke rising from the kitchen.

Sandro ran to the deck to smoke a cigarette and enjoy the sea breeze.Bai Luo leaned over, took down his pipe, and took a puff at the place where he had just smoked.

Sandro ignored him, but put his arms around his shoulders.Slightly narrowing his eyes, watching the waves crashing against the rocky cliffs and stirring up waves of white waves, he asked him, "Chrisland, don't you think this place is beautiful?"

Bai Luo looked at the rising smoke and said, "It's really beautiful."

Sandro suddenly said: "Shall we just stay here for two days?"

Bai Luo's eyes lit up.He has long been tired of doing crooked boats.Looking at the sea two days ago, I only felt that the waves were magnificent.After watching it for a long time, it also feels monotonous.

So he nodded quickly.

The two people briefly inquired about the security situation on the island, and they heard that it was good, so they hurriedly packed their things, got off the boat, and went ashore.

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Entered the small town behind the cliff and stayed in a small hotel for two days.Both of them felt that this place was really nice-quiet, beautiful scenery, and simple folk customs.The only downside is that it's a bit bitter.Fresh water is scarce and mosquitoes are rampant.A mouse is as big as a cat, and a cockroach is half a palm long.But these two people are not afraid, and they don't think it is hard, but happy.

Bai Luo said, "Sandro, I don't even want to leave."

Sandro said: "If you don't want to go, we won't go."

Without further ado, the man took out a sum of money, bought a small piece of land on the island, built a small wooden house, and lived like this.

Bai Luo planted tropical flowers and plants in the front and back of the house.There are Sandro's favorite red kapok, mangoes that can bear sweet fruits, and patches of hydrangeas, croton flowers, and large-leaved banana trees.Rich and lush, it is really beautiful.

From spring to autumn, everything grows.The two of them worked at sunrise and rested at sunset, relying on the products in the field, they lived happily ever after.

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Sandro said, "Chrisland, don't drop your paintbrush."

Bai Luo nodded, but still said: "But in this poor and remote place, who will see what I draw?"

Sandro smiled: "The French don't buy your paintings, but there are still British, American, and German people in this world. Let's avoid them first. When the wind blows, I will take you to the United States." .I believe that gold will shine someday."

Bai Luo nodded.

Sandro puts his arm around his shoulder as usual.Bai Luo rested her head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, as if leaning against a mountain.

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A few months later, the two went to the United States hand in hand.

However, since Bai Luo's reputation of "supporting the independence of the colonies" had been publicized early on, basically no painters would come to buy their account.

Sandro angrily questioned an art dealer he knew before: "It was you who once praised Chrisland as a once-in-a-century genius, and you personally transported a very simple study of him from France all the way, and sold it on the market." The sky-high price. Now you are not willing to accept any of his paintings, what do you mean?"

The art dealer smiled calmly.

"I'm sorry, sir. We businessmen are all profit-seeking. You two are famous, and I don't dare to repeat the mistakes of those French counterparts. After all, we also have to eat."

Sandro had nothing to say, but he also knew that he didn't need to talk to a businessman any more.

Find a second businessman, that person is still unwilling to accept.A few words were not speculative, but the businessman said directly: "You also understand the rules of this industry. Sometimes we do buy paintings by unknown or poorly reputable painters at low prices, and finally sell them at sky-high prices. Such paintings may not need artistry at all, it is just a farce directed and performed by some big bosses with dirty money to launder money. Therefore, we are more inclined to buy the works of dead painters. Because The dead are better controlled than the living, and there are no issues of copyright and spoils involved. Poor artists only become famous after they die. Your friend is not dead yet, so he does not meet our conditions, so please wait until after his death Come again."

Sandro grabbed him by the collar and punched him straight away.Bai Luo hurried over, separated the two with his body, hugged Sandro tightly, and persuaded him to calm down.

He said to the stinging art dealer, "Hurry up and avoid it, don't add fuel to others here!"

The art dealer sneered, went out, and called some security guards.

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The two were kicked out and sat at the door of the art dealer.Sandro was burning with anger, and Bai Luo sighed.

Bai Luo smoothed things over and said, "Forget it. Let's give it a few years. Maybe the situation will get better in a few years."

He said so in his mouth, but he knew very well in his heart that it was impossible to sell his paintings when he was alive.

There are talented people from generation to generation, and every year the Academy of Fine Arts graduates many students who are named geniuses.The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. After a few years, who will remember him who was once stunning?

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Sandro and Bai Luo returned to the island and continued to live in a paradise.If the painting can't be sold, it can't be sold. Anyway, the two of them are not particularly short of money.It's also good to be a hobby.

More than ten years later, Bai Luo contracted a serious illness.Before he died, he said to Sandro: "Burn all the paintings I have painted over the years. I don't want my works to become a tool for laundering black money."

Who knows how much blood and tears are condensed in those black money.

Sandro nodded and agreed to him, with an indelible pain in his heart.

Sandro loaded all Bai Luo's painstaking works into the cart, pulled it to the middle of the field, and lit it.

The raging fire devoured them bit by bit, and the smoke shot straight into the sky.

Sandro and Bai Luo sat on the field ridge not far away and stared blankly.Bai Luo leaned against Sandro's arms weakly, and exhaled a long breath.

After the fire was extinguished, Bai Luo also died in Sandro's arms.

Sandro hugged his gradually cooling body, crying.

(End of this chapter)