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Chapter 8 "The Moon and Sixpence" 003 Noble
After dinner, Sandro said to Bai Luo: "Young man, can you lead me to your residence and show me your paintings?"

Bai Luo nodded, feeling a little panicked.

He led the painter through the filthy alleys where he lived.The women at the street still waved their dirty fans and yelled at them pretentiously.A grumpy-eyed old lady pushes a cart through a cesspool, splashing water onto Sandro's fine leather shoes.

Bai Luo was extremely embarrassed.

Sandro didn't mean to be angry at all.

The two returned to Bai Luo's hut.The air in the room smells "sweet", the space is narrow, and easels and canvases are scattered here and there, with almost no place to step down.

Bai Luo said awkwardly: "I'm sorry, sir, my home environment is not very good and a bit messy..."

Sandro said: "Hey, what's the matter, everyone has an unsatisfactory stage."

As he spoke, he paced up to each painting, lowered his head, and looked carefully.As he looked at it, he exclaimed in his heart: This young man is indeed a genius.

His anti-traditional composition method, bold color matching, and novel structural arrangement give people a very strong visual impact.He had never seen this feeling in anyone else's painting before.

Pointing to a painting, he asked, "Why did you draw it like this? Can you tell me about it?"

It was a very abstract painting, depicting haystacks under the sun, but the shape of the haystacks was very distorted.It was drawn by Chris Land before Bai Luo crossed over.Chrisland himself had long forgotten why he wanted to paint, and Bai Luo naturally didn't understand anything.

Bai Luo's forehead was slightly sweating.

"Ah... I don't know..."

A hint of doubt flashed in Sandro's eyes.

"You don't know either?"

Bai Luo quickly justified himself: "Yes, yes. When I paint, I just do what I like. In my eyes, the world is like this. Light and shadow are free spirits. I don't like to imprison them like traditional painting schools In a frame. I'm just painting the world in my mind, so I don't think about what I want to express."

Sandro was finally bluffed by Bai Luo.He squeezed his chin and nodded: "Not bad. You are very honest, so say what you want."

After a pause, he took out a few hundred-yuan bills from his pocket, and said, "The young man did a good job. I bought this one, this one, and this one. This is the deposit, you keep it."

Bai Luo stared at the N large-denomination banknotes, dumbfounded.

"No, no, no, sir, you have too much money, right? If you want to buy it, 100 yuan is enough to buy all of these!"

Sandro smiles.

"That's not acceptable. An artist should enjoy the due value created by his works."

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Sandro strode away carrying those paintings.

Before leaving, he patted Bai Luo's shoulder and said sincerely, "Young man, never put down that paintbrush in your hand."

Bai Luo nodded vigorously, flattered.

He watched the painter's back fade away, then hurried back to the house and closed the door heavily.

count money.

I was so excited that my hands were shaking a little.

“1、2、3、4、5、上、山、打、老……哎呀妈呀我给乱了。”

“1、2、3、4、5、6、 7、8、9……”

He counted the few pieces of money back and forth several times, feeling comfortable all over.

"Ahahaha, I finally got rich!"

Bai Luo looked up to the sky with a long smile, threw himself on the bed, put his hands behind his head, dangling his legs, and looked at the moon outside the window.

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Bai Luo had earned a lot of money, and was just thinking about going somewhere to splurge and experience the bustling nightlife in Paris, but at this moment, a letter came from his family, which disrupted his plan all of a sudden.

The letter was written by a former friend of his, and the main content was to question why he abandoned his wife and son, and pursued his crazy dream so irresponsibly.

The letter stated that his wife and children were in a very bad situation recently.His daughter-in-law lost her source of income, and rented two small houses in a remote place in London by herself, and was struggling to find a job.She was unable to raise her children, so she had to send them to a relative.

The children lived in relatives' homes. After all, they were dependent on others, so it must be uncomfortable. The 16-year-old son was forced to drop out of a private school and transferred to a public high school with poor educational conditions, ruining the chance of being admitted to a prestigious university; the youngest daughter is 14 years old, just at the age of sentimentality.Going to school during the day, and being bullied after school, looking at people's faces everywhere, dare not get up to fill a second bowl after eating one bowl, and can't eat enough all day long.

Friends scolded him: "Chrisland, do you remember that you are a man?"

Bai Luo read the letter over and over for a long time, and in his heart he also scolded Chris Rand in cooperation with his friend: You are a scum.

He sent the few hundred dollars he had just received back home.I left more than 100 yuan for myself.He thought it was okay if he suffered a little, but he couldn't let these three innocent people suffer more.

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He took the remaining 100 yuan to the painting materials market and bought a lot of paints and canvases.Looking at the money on hand again, there is not much money left.

Bai Luo: "Okay, I'm going to find a job, don't let anyone stop me."

But at this moment, Bai Luo felt a strange feeling in his heart——

He wants to paint.

This lustful desire is overwhelming, ready to come out.

That was from Chris Deland's creative desire.This guy is a painting idiot. At this time, a new painting has inspiration, so naturally he has to complete it desperately.

Bai Luo had no choice but to give in to the lust in his heart in order to complete the task.

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He went to the market and bought some hard black bread, and some of the cheapest canned food and jams.Go back to the house, close the door, and immerse yourself in painting.

I paint day and night, forget food and sleep, and forget myself completely.

When you are thirsty, just drink some cold water.When you are hungry, chew some of the hard black bread you bought yourself.This thing is cold and hard, it hurts the stomach, it hurts the teeth, and it pulls the throat.When I was tired, I went to the low bed next to me to make do with a sleep.

It's been like this for half a month.The new painting was finally almost finished, but Bai Luo also made himself sick.

He huddled in his chair, his whole body was cold, and his forehead was hot as hell.I wanted to pick up the brush and continue painting, but my hands kept shaking, and I could hardly pick up the brush.

Bai Luo wanted to go to the hospital, but on second thought, he seemed to have no money.

"Ah. It's over now."

Bai Luo leaned his head back on the chair.Under the high fever, a few gold stars appeared in front of my eyes somehow, spinning and spinning, floating and floating.

Bai Luo raised his head to count the stars, but suddenly heard a knock on the door.

help, help.help, help.

Stop three times and be polite.

(End of this chapter)