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After eating and drinking, Li Zhan and Yi Bo took a walk in the retro alley.

To be honest, I didn't sleep well all night, plus too much physical labor, I was still a little drowsy in the afternoon.

So they were not in a hurry to complete the task, but just walked side by side, relaxing.

After a while, the director handed over a task introduction card for the third level.

【painting】

Li Zhan held the piece of paper with his fingers, faced the camera, and read it softly.

"Welcome all guests to Auvers-sur-Oise, here is the famous Dutch Impressionist writer, Van Gogh, who is familiar to everyone, and the town of Arles where he lived for a long time before his death."

Then, Yi Bo leaned over slightly and continued to read.

The boy's slender neck approached infinitely before his eyes, and then stopped abruptly.

Li Zhan held his breath cautiously and unconsciously.

Yi Bo read: "The small town of Arles has many locations for Van Gogh's paintings. Your task is to arrange the fourteen paintings according to the order in which he painted them according to the prompts of the program group."

Li Zhan added the last paragraph in due course.

"Time clues can be slowly discovered from the tour of the town. After the order of the fourteen paintings is completed, the results of today's mission will be announced at the open-air cafe at night."

After reading, Yi Bo and Li Zhan looked at each other.

The two smiled at the same time.

This task is a bit simple.

In fact, the test is whether the guests have any understanding of Van Gogh's life.

But... How did the "Tremble, Challenger" program team release such a simple task?

Yi Bo was a little skeptical.

He glanced at PD Yang.

According to common sense, Yang PD should be smiling and asking him at this time, "Do you need help from the program team?"

But now Yang PD is silent and not acting like a demon.

Yibo couldn't figure it out, so he took the lead in asking.

"Yang PD, is this mission just like this?"

"Yup!"

"Just in order?"

Yi Bo took a rough look at the [-] paintings, including Van Gogh's early, middle, and late works.

The style is very clear and well arranged.

Yang PD almost rolled his eyes, but he held back, but he still wanted to slander in his heart.

What is the 'right' arrangement order?

Which star can be familiar with the works of Van Gogh?

Oh my god, although Van Gogh is famous, most people only know about his starry sky and sunflowers, and even better, they also know about Van Gogh’s night cafe and wheat field with crows.

As for the others?

Look, what are the "Yellow House", "Dinker Taylor Bridge over the Rhone" and "Orwell Church" on the table. To be honest, who knows these few works that are well-known but still unorthodox? I can name them one by one!

Also, this is France!

Do you want to find out the creation time of each work?

Yes, first of all, we must have zero communication barriers with the locals.

Want mobile Baidu?Sorry, the phone is put away.

If you don't want to communicate with others, you can!Just invite guests to visit all the well-known scenes in the small town of Arles, and you will be so tired that you can't breathe!

Hmph, I'm not afraid of torturing the undead guests.

but……

This is usually the way the challenger program targets guests.

Now PD Yang no longer feels that there are any difficulties that can stump the two gods in front of him.

Look, he hasn't finished complaining yet, just for a while...

The two gods, Yi Bo and Li Zhan, had already picked up the answer board, and both stood in front of the [-] printed painting display boards, and began to sort them!

What are you guys.

Don't you need to go to preview?

Yang PD thought: These two people must not come to the "Shiver, Challenger" program group again in the future. They played all these difficult problems into elementary school entrance examination play games, which is unreasonable, unreasonable!

……

How Li Zhan answered the question, Yi Bo didn't know.

But Yi Bo, after all, graduated from the French Royal Academy of Arts...

In any case, art history is a compulsory subject.

Van Gogh's life?Very clear.

Just halfway through writing, Li Zhan spoke suddenly.

"What do you think of Van Gogh's life?"

Yi Bo was stunned by the question.

Why do you suddenly ask that?

He pondered for a while and said, "A lifetime...buried artist?"

Li Zhan laughed, "Is it worth it?"

Yi Bo: "...why do you ask that?"

Li Zhan didn't answer this question, and began to speak in a calm tone.

"As you know, Van Gogh's life seemed to be a tragedy. The day he spoke out, his elder brother died. He was withdrawn since he was a child, unable to communicate with others, and even his parents sent him to a boarding school... Although his grades were good, but in the boarding school Li was still out of tune with everyone, and then rebelliously ran away from home."

Yi Bo didn't know why he said that suddenly.

So he murmured in response: "...Huh?"

Li Zhan continued: "After he went to work, he seemed to be a normal person, but unfortunately he was not, and was still regarded as a different kind. Until he found a painting job he liked..."

"In the beginning, he imitated others first. We can see that Van Gogh's early works had no personal style, and were almost lonely and dark... Later in the middle period, in order to make more money, he began to change his style, painting portraits for others, It's a pity that no one recognized it."

"In the end, his mental condition had long-term problems, so that he could hardly take care of himself, and began to show self-harm tendencies. He couldn't control his emotions, was admitted to a mental hospital, and eventually shot himself to death."

"His talent did not receive any recognition during his lifetime."

"Others insulted him as a lunatic, a mental patient, a poor ghost, and a low class—it can be said that no one wants to approach him except for some of his close friends and his own brother."

"You said, even after his death, Van Gogh gained his current fame and status...

However, was his miserable life really worth it? "

Normally, Li Zhan's voice is always gentle.

Yet his voice is surprisingly cold as he briefly recounts Van Gogh's life.

It's like an indifference that has nothing to do with it.

It's like a silent sneer.

Yi Bo always felt that there was something in Li Zhan's words.

He paused his pen and looked at the fourteen paintings in front of him.

From "Self-Portrait Wearing a Gray Felt Hat" to "The Sower"...

During this period, he was almost imitating others, or examining the world with serene and heavy eyes.

Like a lonely person living alone, out of place, but forced to blend into the person in the painting.

So the paintings at that time always looked dark.

There is always compassion and suffering in his paintings.

Starting from the paintings of flowers, perhaps because of the onset of illness, he finally abandoned realism...

Start with heavy ink, exaggerated daubs on the canvas.

That's when I really have my own style.

Wild, uninhibited.

The colors in the painting are so rich that it is frightening.

It's like being locked up for a long time.

Then suddenly one day, concentrated outbreak.

Li Zhan stared at the sunflowers and said, "Why did he suddenly change?"

Yi Bo thought for a while, "Because of illness?"

Van Gogh suffered from severe mental illness.

Li Zhan spat out four words: "Just that?"

Yi Bo didn't answer.

Li Zhan looked over.

"I just asked you if it was worth it...you didn't answer either."

Yi Bo also looked at him.

After a while, he said lightly.

"After all, Van Gogh is dead, even if it's not worth it, it can't change what has happened."

Yibo said so.

Li Zhan held his breath, "What if?"

Yi Bo: "...the past, there is no if."

Li Zhan leaned against the edge of the table, his slender legs crossed together.

He also crossed his hands and put them on his knees, as if in thought.

"If." He said softly, "the previous Van Gogh could get a little more support from his family, wouldn't he be self-loathing, withdrawn and miserable?"

Yi Bo replied: "Maybe."

Li Zhan added: "If he had his younger brother by his side when the disease broke out, instead of being in a distant foreign country, wouldn't he have given up on himself and chosen to commit suicide?"

Yi Bo: "...Maybe."

Li Zhan pointed at his chin, "Will he care about the glory after death?"

If he could exchange these auras for an ordinary and happy life, would Van Gogh be willing?

Yibo: "..."

After a long silence, Yi Bo asked him softly: "What are you thinking?"

Why are you asking him these questions.

Everyone is dead, no matter how jealous the genius is, how much people now admire his paintings.

He's all dead.

Li Zhan's eyes were dim, "It's nothing, I just want to ask your opinion."

Yi Bo's curled eyelashes floated up and down.

Like butterfly wings, people can't grasp it.

After a long time, Yi Bo said.

"Maybe when Van Gogh was down and out, someone would help him change something."

"Perhaps when he is full of passion for creation, if Bole takes a fancy to him and encourages him, it will change something."

"...Or when he is recuperating in a mental hospital, who can take care of him and treat him, and what will stop him."

"Unfortunately, none."

"He was born, he painted, he died. There was gold in the wheat field, and a flock of crows screamed and flew across the sky - Baudelaire said of Van Gogh. I like this language, because this sentence is his There is no positive or negative evaluation in his life, just a flat narrative. No genius, lunatic, nothing. When he was alive, he was just a person."

"If it is - as a bystander, we can naturally imagine infinite possibilities."

"Unfortunately, for the people in the story, everything has already happened."

"So, no if."

When Yi Bo spoke, her thin lips moved slightly, as if she was telling someone else's story, which had nothing to do with her.

But Li Zhan knew that all of this was Yi Bo's attitude.

Across time, geniuses always have a certain degree of similarity.

Yi Bo continued: "Although I don't know what Van Gogh thinks, but... if it were me..."

He raised his eyelids, and the deep blue sea was clear.

"The past has passed, instead of mourning and regretting the lost, it is better..."

The little prince hooked his lips, showing a half-smile.

"It's better to continue walking with a normal heart. What should come will always come, and what belongs to me will never be lost."

……

Even if the boy has a tragic past, he doesn't dwell on it painfully.

Maintaining a normal mind may sound simple, but unfortunately for many people, it is the most difficult thing.

If you are treated unfairly, you will be angry.

If you are bullied, you will be furious.

And his boy...

I have experienced and understood, so I understand what I want better.

Moreover, he is still kind and does not lose himself because of pain...

It is hard to imagine how much Yibo has gone through.

Li Zhan suddenly felt a pain in his heart.

What belongs to him will never be lost?

...Well, I protect you.

……

After speaking, the little prince took the answering board in his hand and turned it around.

"I answered."

At the same time, Li Zhan also stopped writing.

They glanced at each other's answers and raised their eyebrows in surprise.

The answers of the two seem to be similar.

Only occasionally some places are different.

Probably the time when the two "Sunflowers" were created - except for this doubt, Yi Bo knew that all the other answers were correct.

And these two pictures of sunflowers look very similar, if you are not a professional, it may be difficult to tell the order.

Even Yi Bo himself was not sure.

Li Zhan moved closer, with a smile on his handsome face.

"It seems that the outcome of this game has been determined."

Yi Bo was stunned, and was still thinking about who would come first in the sunflower, "...what do you mean?"

"You wrote it wrong."

He spoke briefly and with great certainty.

Yi Bo didn't believe it.

His grades in art history major at that time were not bad, and he knew a lot about Van Gogh.

Except for those few sunflowers...

Yi Bo was not sure, but he didn't want to admit defeat, and was a little curious, "Impossible, how do you know?"

"Don't tell you."

Yi Bo choked, "How could I be wrong!"

The man curled his lips lazily, "Then do you dare to make a bet? The loser has to promise the winner one thing."

Although Yi Bo wasn't sure, he didn't think he would lose, so he said, "There's nothing you can't dare to bet... There's nothing you can't afford to bet."

"Okay."

Li Zhan supported the edge of the table with one hand, raised his chin halfway, and smiled gracefully.

"You don't regret it."