Rebirth of the fallen painter

The entrance to the underworld.

Two ghost messengers are arguing fiercely.

"It's all your fault! Got the wrong soul!" screamed a pointy-eared little nigger.

The little gray ghost said angrily, "You still have the nerve to blame me. You lost your way, so we couldn't find that unlucky ghost today."

The little black ghost showed timidity, "Well, I am working for the first time today, who knows that the downtown area is so crooked, it is possible to get lost once or twice. But no matter who you are, just hook that person's soul gone."

"Can you blame me for this? You watched the man drink the pesticide and was dying, and you shouted 'that's him, that's him'. When I was nervous, I didn't have time to take a closer look, so I took the man's soul away."

"I'm dizzy, I really want to go back to hell and have a good sleep." The little black devil looked frustrated, "It's over, if I go back like this, brother black and white will definitely let me disappear."

The little gray ghost was about to cry, "Why am I so unlucky. It took me so much to become a ghost servant, and it's because of you, a confused bastard, that you want to go back to being that lonely ghost again."

The two little ghosts cried and quarreled for a long time, they turned their heads at the same time, and angrily turned to the man who bowed his head by the side of the road, "Well, why are you committing suicide?!"

The man lowered his head, his voice hoarse, "Sorry, I just feel too tired."

The ghosts looked at each other in blank dismay.Come on, most people who commit suicide are a little bit eccentric.

The man's jeans were dusty, gray with age, and had a few threads hanging from them.The T-shirt on his body was also crumpled.Look at this person's face again, it's bland and almost classified as ugly.

The little nigga wanted to cry, "How could I be so blind that I would mistake this person for that celebrity?"

The little gray ghost snatched the parchment in his pocket, and read line by line, "Ren Xi, male, 19 years old, is an employee of a company under China Entertainment..." Glancing at the photo, and then at the man, he couldn't help but gasp Take a breath.

The handsome boy in the photo can make people's hearts flutter even through the photo.

And this man was clearly the type who was thrown into the crowd and never found again.

The little gray ghost pointed at the photo tremblingly, "You are so strong, you can mistake this sloppy uncle for this boy. I admire you."

The little nigger laughed dryly.

The little gray goblin asked the man, "Hey, what do you do?"

The man hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "It should be regarded as painting."

The Little Gray Ghost was aroused.

He has always been interested in these artists.

Every time he went to draw the soul of an artist, he tossed and hoped that the person would draw a picture for him, write a poem or something.Looking at the appearance of this man, it seems familiar.He dug in his backpack for a long time and took out a crumpled parchment.After flipping through a few books, I found a piece of paper.

'Wu Bo is the founder of pastoral painting and has carried it forward.He was poor all his life, and 30 years after his death, his paintings were appreciated by the avant-garde painters at that time and recommended to the art world.The art world was in an uproar, claiming to have discovered a new star comparable to Monet, Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci and other art giants.The first painting was auctioned, and the price was tens of millions.The few paintings preserved are all collected by celebrities and wealthy businessmen.The Louvre has two color drafts of Wu Bo. '

The little gray ghost was excited immediately.This is indeed a master of art.But... it looked at the man's clothes, he looked like a tramp now.

According to the parchment, the man would live to be 60 and die alone and poor.Just looking at this man's appearance, he was not yet 40 years old, but he was actually caught by these two incompetent ghost messengers.

The painter's golden age was after the age of 40, and the works that are now famous far and wide have not been created.

Thinking of this, the little gray ghost blamed himself even more, and it did another stupid thing.

He walked up to the man, "Why are you so overwhelmed? You are in a hurry to commit suicide before your life is over. This will not only disrupt the work of the ghost messenger, but it will also be of no benefit to you." The little black ghost squinted at him, Xin said, you are too embarrassed to shift the responsibility to this person.

The two little ghosts squeezed together and quarreled quietly.The two stood in front of the man with smiles on their faces.

The little gray ghost said, "Suicide violates the rules of heaven. You will go to the tenth level of hell and be roasted by flames for 300 years. And you can only be reborn as an animal."

"is it?"

"Your life is not over yet. I will give you a chance to return to the human world."

"I don't want to go back."

The little nigger was startled, "What did you say?"

The man said word by word, "I said, I don't want to come back to this world again."

The two ghosts were stunned for a while, and then stammered, "You fool, if you go to the underworld now, there will be no good fruit to eat. First, you committed suicide, and the king of Hades will sentence you to be roasted in the fire of hell. The fire is not like the fire in your world and you will faint after a while, it keeps you awake and feels the flames scorching your body bit by bit, from skin to bones. It is more uncomfortable than immersing people in a frying pan."

"Anything is fine. Take me to see Hades quickly."

The ghost messenger was even more panicked.The little gray ghost hated iron for being weak, and said angrily, "Why, don't you miss your art world at all? Think about you still have..." There are so many masterpieces that have not been painted.How happy you are to die!

The man’s expression was unstable and his face was painful, “Drawing...God knows why I have persisted for so many years, for so many years, just to draw a lot of things that are ridiculed as children’s graffiti? I’m fed up...I’m really Enough is enough."

The images of this life flooded into my mind like a tide.

In the beginning, he really loved painting.

In the orphanage, when everyone laughed and made a fuss.He could only crouch in the corner, accepting the cheerful laughter and laughing at him as a gloomy and withdrawn weird child.He stole a few colored pencils and secretly used them to draw on white paper. At that time, he really loved painting.

At the age of ten, he scored a poor 23 points in the math test. The teacher looked at his sloppy clothes with disgust and told him not to drag the class back.He hid in the hut and painted bright colors on his homework book.His tears gradually stopped, and then he was intoxicated in those charming colors.

In the world, it seems that there are only these intoxicating colors left, and there are no mathematical calculation problems that can't be understood at all, and there is no confusing reading comprehension in Chinese.

He is too stupid to understand these dire subjects.In school, he only felt that there was a problem with his IQ.Maybe as the teacher and classmates said, he is indeed an idiot.

At the age of 15, he learned it from middle school.With his grades, he couldn't get into any high school.He discovers his eccentric sexuality.Because of the youth's recklessness, when he confessed to the handsome boy with excellent grades in the class.The boy was shocked, and then lost his voice, "What do you want to do." He tried to go forward and explain that he loved him.But the boy shouted again, "I'm not a pervert." He ran away.The next day, everyone around knew the fact that Wu Bo was gay.

During that time, it was Huahua who accompanied him to spend it peacefully.

He changed a place to work, and those gossips disappeared automatically.But the situation did not improve.Aloof, he is destined to face the world alone.The part-time workers are all men and women hanging around with smiles flying around.And he, even when he said a word to others, would repeatedly doubt whether his words were correct or not.He grew gloomy.After exhausting work, he always stares blankly at the drawing board.

When the lovers around are sweet, he said, it's okay, I can still draw.

Others drove a sports car and started a successful career. He said, it doesn't matter, I can still draw.

A colleague was promoted to be the supervisor of the factory. He said, it doesn't matter, I can still draw.