I weave my destiny in parallel time and space

Van Gogh's life is undoubtedly full of tragedy.

When he was alive, he had no talent. Years of poverty and accomplishing nothing made him despair and depressed about his future, and he was overwhelmed by pain.

A long time ago, people usually focused on how to draw details, and the more realistic the drawings, the better. A powerful painter can draw emotions on this basis.

But with the advancement of the times and the emergence of photos, this kind of paintings with complete details gradually lost the market, because no matter how you paint, you can't match the details of photos.

But the creation of art is endless, and on this basis, people gradually extended the painting styles of other schools, such as impressionism and abstraction.

Van Gogh's painting school belongs to the expressionism of impressionism. He has a very unique expressionist style.

Using rich colors to express stronger emotions is a creation that photos can never replace.

His Starry Night series of oil paintings are also Xia Ya's favorite paintings, and Xia Ya's style when he was learning to paint was actually slightly influenced by him.

"You look very depressed." Xia Ya said while wiping the wine glass.

This year is already the end of 1888, which also means that Van Gogh will cut off his ears in these days, and next year, he will choose to end his life.

"When you can't even afford a glass of wine, you will also feel lost." Van Gogh said.

Xia Ya shrugged nonchalantly, "People always have their lowest moments."

"But I have never seen the dawn." Van Gogh muttered absentmindedly, "My life has been at the bottom of the valley since I was born, and I have never come out."

Xia Ya didn't say anything, but continued to make him a cocktail, and the shaker jingled as he threw it.

"Can you tell me about your job?"

"I am a famous painter." Van Gogh lowered his eyes and said, "A not-so-well-known painter."

Xia Ya nodded, "It is indeed harder to learn painting than to get ahead in other industries. Except for the top painters, most of the other painters are poor.

To tell you the truth, I also studied painting in the past, but gave up because of life. "

"I will not give up," Van Gogh murmured, "until the end of my life."

Char said nothing, just put the mojito in his hand on the table.

"Try something refreshing."

Van Gogh picked up the mojito and took a sip. It tasted cool and refreshing, sweet and sour, giving people a clear feeling. It had the taste of light rum, and the mint made the whole thing refreshing. The taste of lime and wine The collision is very eye-catching.

He looked at the wine again and said with emotion, "It's really good. No wonder it's so expensive."

"You and I both like painting. It seems that we have a lot to talk about." Xia Ya said.

Van Gogh raised his head and looked at Xia Ya, "When I talk about painting with other painters, the result is usually a quarrel."

"I just like to draw, but I'm not a painter." Xia Ya said.

After a pause, he asked curiously, "What is your favorite painting?"

Van Gogh thought for a moment and was silent for a long time.

After a moment, he said, "My brother is an art dealer. A few years ago, the Russian Empire held an art exhibition, organized by the royal family.

I was lucky enough to go see it with him.

At the exhibition, a royal collection was on display, which was a portrait of the legendary emperor, Catherine II.

It is not known who the painter is, and the royal family has not announced it.

However, according to a servant my brother knows who has worked in the palace for generations, it may have been a gift from one of Catherine II's lovers. "

Xia Ya's movement of mixing drinks was slightly stagnant. After a moment, he said, "I guess not."

"I have never heard of this painter's name." Van Gogh murmured in a low voice, looking at the wine glass in front of him. "There is only one known painting of his that has been handed down from generation to generation, maybe even the only one, and this is The painting is a portrait painting.”

He raised his head and looked at Xia Ya, "What do you think is the reason?"

Xia Ya didn't know how to refute his words for a moment.

Because this seems to be a little bit special.

In fact, after Char picked up the paintbrush again, he painted a lot of paintings, which were all in the castle's warehouse. He also painted a lot for Alicia, and some of them were even paintings that could not be shown to others.

"The man said that he had seen this painter's portrait in the palace." Van Gogh said, "It was painted by Catherine II."

"That's your favorite painting?" Xia Ya said.

“That painter’s painting method is very similar to that of the Florentine school, focusing on sketching and modeling.

The vivid red circles and hair around the eyes cannot be expressed without the most delicate characterization.

The eyes and face are natural and decent, and the eyelashes are thick. Each one has been carefully drawn and twisted freely, as if coming from under the skin, which is extremely lifelike.

The pure and soft pink nostrils on the tip of the nose are lifelike. The lips are slightly pouty, from the rosy red lips to the fresh pink neck, everywhere is vivid skin instead of paint accumulation. If you look closely at the depression in your throat, you can feel the beating of your pulse. "

Speaking of paintings, Van Gogh, who was a little reserved just now, started chattering a little bit.

"For a portrait of an empress, it is most suitable to use this style of painting of mythological and religious themes, which shows nobility and solemnity.

However, what I like most is the part where he has impressionistic painting techniques, using color to express emotions.

Catherine II's confidence and propriety, her blue eyes like Lake Baikal, were full of unabashed ambition, as if she contained thousands of troops, like a queen who ruled the world.

Looking at the painting, the legendary female emperor seemed to be right in front of her. "

There was some emotion in Van Gogh's eyes.

"I can't describe the shock I felt when I first saw that painting. At least, I may not be able to reach that level even if I work hard all my life."

"If you have a chance, can you let me see your paintings?" Xia Ya asked.

Van Gogh obviously didn't expect that Xia Ya would ask this. For a moment, he didn't know how to answer.

"I have the habit of collecting some paintings." Xia Ya said, "I have actually seen the painting you mentioned."

"In this world, there are always a few people who can really appreciate paintings. Most of them are people who think they understand painting. They are all arty and self-righteous guys." Xia Ya sarcastically said, "Let them look at the paintings and they only know It was agreed, but when I asked them to explain it, they were all speechless."

"Being able to read paintings doesn't mean that you can paint." Van Gogh silently drank the wine in the glass in front of him. "So far, I have only sold one painting for four hundred francs."

If converted into RMB, it is almost two thousand yuan.

He stood up from his seat silently, "Thank you for your hospitality, sir. Then, I'll take my leave."

After saying that, he turned around and opened the door of the tavern and left.

Xia Ya, on the other hand, stared at his back quietly, his eyes flashing, but he didn't say anything, he just silently put away the wine glass.

The tavern was quiet for a while.

Alicia also returned to the tavern through the door on the carriage. Looking at Xia in the tavern, she asked with some confusion.

"Where's your new friend?"

"Left." Xia Ya said, "But he will come again tomorrow."