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Chapter 9 "The Moon and Sixpence" 004 has a serious illness

Bai Luo staggered and rushed to open the door.

Standing outside the door was a tall and handsome man, wearing a gray overcoat and a coffee-colored top hat.

It turned out to be Sandro.

Sandro was startled when he saw him like this.

"What's wrong? You're not feeling well?"

Bai Luo collapsed into the chair, and nodded weakly.

"I've been drawing for the past few days, but I just didn't pay attention."

Sandro shook his head, out of breath.Seeing the black bread spread out on the table, his face became gloomy again.

"I heard from your neighbor that you haven't left the house for several days. Do you eat this all day?"

Bai Luo nodded, clutching his forehead, a little embarrassed.

Sandro frowned: "If you have money, why don't you buy something good! No matter what, you must pay attention to your body!"

Bai Luo smiled wryly: "I have sent all the money to my wife and children. My wife can't find a job, and my children are dependent on others. It's not easy."

Sandro's face sank again.

"you are married?"

Bai Luo shook his head, his face full of kidney deficiency: "I've already left. But I can't look at others badly."

Sandro pursed his lips and let out a long breath.

In the end, he suddenly rushed to Bai Luo's side, wrapped his arms around his shoulders, grabbed his legs with the other, and hugged him horizontally!

Bai Luo was startled: "Hey...what are you doing?"

Sandro was angry: "Take you to see a doctor!"

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Sandro has a strong body, even if he holds such a heavy man like Bai Luo, he can still make big strides and trot forward.

Moreover, Bai Luo could clearly read a bit of annoyance from his steps.

Sandro scolded him: "How can you be so stupid? You can't take care of yourself at such an age, why are you acting like a child?"

Bai Luo nestled in his arms, feeling a little uncomfortable being bumped, unable to answer.The high fever burnt out a few golden stars in front of his eyes.

Feeling dizzy, vision gradually blurred.Bai Luo rested his head on Sandro's chest and gradually fell asleep.

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When I woke up again, I was covered with a soft quilt and a soft bed beneath me.

It was getting late.Pure white curtains floated in the dark night.

The door opened with a bang, and Sandro walked in with a dinner plate, his face still not so good-looking.

"Wake up? Hurry up and eat."

Sandro helped Bai Luo up from the bed, put a small bed table in front of him, and put the dinner plate on it.

Bai Luo stared at the dinner plate in a daze.

Sandro: "Are you still waiting for me to feed you?"

Bai Luo was startled again: "Ah, no, no."

He picked up the knife and fork, looked at the plate of greasy red wine braised beef in front of him, and still felt unable to finish his mouth.

Sandro asked him: "You don't like this?"

Bai Luo: "No...you don't have to worry about it."

Sandro: "Don't be so polite with me. If you don't like it, let's change it. What do you want?"

Bai Luo was quite embarrassed.

"Um...I want to eat carrots."

Sandro raised an eyebrow.

Bai Luo continued to add: "...It was born."

Sandro raised his forehead: "I think you should eat beef. Don't be confused by the fever."

Bai Luo lowered his head, so he could only continue eating the stewed beef listlessly, and it took a long time to eat a small amount, which made Sandro anxious.

Sandro had no choice but to stand up, went to the kitchen and took two raw carrots, washed them, and threw them to Bai Luo.

When Bai Luo saw the radish, his eyes lit up, and he picked it up with his hands, crunching and chewing happily.

Sandro watched from the side, thinking that maybe geniuses are indeed incomprehensible to ordinary people.

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"Oh, by the way, Mr. Sandro, where is this?"

"my home."

"...Isn't it a hospital?"

"...You pay for the hospitalization expenses yourself?"

"Oh, forget it. Anyway, thank you for your hospitality."

"you are welcome."

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Bai Luo lived in Sandro's house for more than half a month. Sandro and the girl who worked two hours a day at his house took care of Bai Luo comfortably and considerately.

Although Sandro didn't say anything, Bai Luo always felt that the way this guy treated him was a bit unusual.

This point was confirmed in the mouth of the part-time worker girl.

On a certain day of a certain year, a part-time worker secretly said to him: "Mr. Chrisland, can you sign for me?"

Bai Luo froze for a moment.

"why?"

The girl smiled a little embarrassedly.

"Mr. Sandro always said behind his back that you are a genius and you will definitely become famous in this field in the future."

Bai Luo froze for a moment.Recalling that in the original book, after Chrisland's death, the works were indeed famous, and I thought that Chrisland might indeed have some talent.

The buff added by the protagonist's aura is not bad.

My heart suddenly felt very happy.

He adjusted his sitting posture to look like a Da Ma Jin Dao, and then said to the girl: "Okay. Bring the paper and I'll sign it for you!"

While signing the autograph, Bai Luo listened to the girl whispering in his ear: "Mr. Sandro, although he looks cold on the surface, is actually very kind. He often supports those young people who are not well-known and have little money. Painters, like Mr. Tom, you often donate money to help us uneducated poor people. However, this is the first time I heard him comment on a young painter like you. He also put your The painting is hanging at home - other painters entrusted him to help sell paintings before. I think you must be different from others..."

Bai Luo thought to himself: "He hung my painting at home? Why didn't I see it?"

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After Bai Luo got better, he obtained the permission of the owner of the house and wandered around Sandro's house.

Sandro's house is quite big, and the decoration is quite simple. The furniture is not rich in lines, but it doesn't look shabby either. It belongs to the type of low-key luxury and connotation.

Bai Luo did have two paintings hanging in his home.One pair hung in the most eye-catching place in the living room, but Bai Luo didn't notice it before.The other pair was hung in the toilet by Sandro.

Sandro himself said: "When I go to the toilet, I feel comfortable watching it alone in a closed space."

Bai Luo was speechless.What a situation.

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Art dealers often come to Sandro's house to discuss business.Bai Luo's disease has not yet fully recovered, and sometimes his head is still dizzy, so Sandro did not let these people see him.

Once Bai Luo heard Sandro arguing with an art dealer outside the door.

Art dealer: "Mr. Sandro, we came all the way here to buy your paintings and to gain your reputation. We don't want to buy the works of an unknown junior like Chris Lander, because there is no business at all. value."

Sandro: "He is not famous now, just because he has just debuted. I can guarantee you that he is a genius. After he becomes famous, one of his paintings will be more valuable than all the paintings in your entire store." Everything is worth money."

Art dealer: "You are right. But don't forget that a painter does not only need to paint well enough to become famous. He must be famous, lucky, and have people to praise him. What's more, the only master who is willing to praise him now is You are alone. Based on your one-sided words, we cannot be sure about the level of this young painter."

Sandro's voice was a little unhappy.

"Then what kind of painting do you think is the best painting?"

Art dealer: "This person is famous, or has a family background. If he is famous and powerful, even if he just uses a brush to throw a few drops of oil paint on the white paper, we can still fetch sky-high prices."

Sandro's voice adds a layer of anger.

"Utility, vulgarity! You go, I don't want to do business with people like you who don't understand art!"

The art dealer quickly said: "Mr. Sandro! You can't do this. We have come all the way here. Please give us some face!"

Sandro also stopped pushing them away, and only angrily talked a lot about what art should be like, should not be vulgar, and should be blah blah.The art dealers catered again and again.

In the end, the art dealer asked cautiously, "Then...would you like to set a price?"

Sandro: "No need to pay more, but you have to accept Chris Rand's works. If you don't accept them, I won't sell them. You can leave, but you must know that there are many people who want to accept my paintings. I It’s not worth your money.”

Bai Luo could almost imagine the art dealer gnashing his teeth.But in the end, according to his tone, the art dealer agreed.

(End of this chapter)