My years as a menswear boss

Ji Qiu thought she was only staying in Arles for a month, but she didn't expect that she would spend two years here.

During this period, her friendship with Vincent became more and more profound, and her painting skills also began to let herself go.

"Can I open my eyes now?" Jiqiu closed her eyes, letting Dantès lead her forward, her ears were very quiet, only the sound of footsteps rubbing against each other could be heard.

"It's not there yet, pay attention to your feet." Dantès said softly. When he saw the building covered by a huge white cloth in front of him, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, "Okay, we're here."

Jiqiu slowly opened her eyes, a huge white cloth in front of her was lifted by dozens of people, a tall palace appeared in front of her eyes, her pupils shrank, and she looked at the pure white Gothic building in front of her, " This is?"

"Your birthday present, do you like it?" Dantès gestured to Jacob, and Jacob waved. A group of people sprang out from both sides of the palace. The chef at the head was pushing a five-layer lemon cream cake with 21 candles on it. .

"I can't like it any more." Jiqiu smiled, and she ran happily to her own art gallery. There are exquisite murals painted on the curved ceiling in the museum. She carefully identified them, as if recording The life trajectory of her encounter with Dantès begins on the cargo ship called the Mermaid, and the timeline ends when she stands in the lavender ocean in Provence and paints the scene.

The corridor is covered with floor-to-ceiling stained glass, which depicts a beautiful jungle, accompanied by some ferocious beasts, refracting colorful spots in the sun, and the rose window at the end is printed with white doves, surrounded by a circle of olive leaves.

Walking into the room, Jiqiu saw that the first oil painting she painted at the age of ten was placed in the middle. She covered her head, "Oh, my black history!"

The paintings she put on Monte Cristo and the Arcade have been moved here and divided into exhibition areas according to time, from which Jiqiu can see the change of her painting style.

"How is it?" Dantès stood in the center of the exhibition hall that hadn't been hung yet, "This space is reserved for your future creations."

He pointed to the smaller exhibition hall next to him, "You can put your friends' works there."

"This is the best art gallery I've ever seen." Jiqiu said, she rushed over and jumped up to give Dantès a big hug, "You are also the best father in the world."

Jiqiu named this art gallery Utopia, which belongs to her Utopia. The empty art gallery aroused her enthusiasm for creation and wanted to fill the art gallery.

The paintings that Vincent gave to Jiqiu were also sorted out from her own home and arranged in order according to her preferences.

The ticket for the art gallery is five francs. No matter you are prominent or poor, as long as you buy a ticket, you can enter Utopia.

When Vincent was 37 years old, Jiqiu came to live in Arles again. The house she bought was across the street from Vincent's yellow house.

Jiqiu first noticed that there were a few mischievous playboys in the town, and they were doing some annoying little tricks every day.

Put pepper in Vincent's coffee, sprinkle a handful of dirt on white paint, and watch the eccentric Dutch react from a distance.Vincent endured all these silently.

This kind of thing continued until Jiqiu drank the milk tea with salt. She drank the cup of strange milk tea without changing her face, said goodbye to Vincent friendly, and walked out of the Dutch painter's house.

She saw several young boys hiding in the wheat field, her smile deepened, "Ali."

A black man like a hill suddenly appeared behind several boys with a "swish" and picked up one with one hand. The remaining two fled to the road in a panic, but they tripped over one foot.

The serious British bodyguard picked up the two fish that escaped the net, and he hung them from the tree with no expression on his face.

Jiqiu watched Ali tie the two boys in his hands to the same big tree. She took out a dagger from her waist and rubbed it against the face of the freckled boy who was hanging upside down. She recognized that it was a group of leader among people.

"I order you to put me down quickly. My father is a Viscount. I will let him execute you, a commoner!" the freckled boy shouted angrily.

"Viscount?" Jiqiu playfully slashed the dagger along his neck, and the boy screamed in fright, "Don't worry, he will be gone soon."

The few remaining boys turned pale with fright, and Adolf was the most prominent among them, but the young painter didn't take him seriously at all.

In the end, Jiqiu asked Ali and Forrester to strip off the clothes of the four of them and throw them on the path, "If you still choose to be bad boys, then it won't be your clothes that will be crossed off next time~"

After the boy named Adolf returned home, he immediately complained to his father, but when the viscount heard who was bullying his son, he asked his servants to lock his son into a small dark room.

Even so, the aristocratic salons of the French upper class no longer sent him invitation letters. Although he had the title of Viscount, he was no longer recognized by the upper class.

Just when Jiqiu thought it was over, she passed by the wheat field and saw Adolf again. The boy was holding a gun (wooden warehouse) in his hand, and the direction of the gun was facing Vincent who was painting in the wheat field.

She immediately took out the dart from her boots and threw it forward vigorously, but it still couldn't match the speed of the bullet. A flower of blood bloomed on Vincent's chest, and he fell into the wheat field.

Jiqiu's mind went blank, and she staggered towards Vincent, clutching the bleeding wooden mouth of his chest, "Vincent!!"

"Forrest!"

The British immediately tore off the clothes on Vincent's chest, "He was not shot in the heart, and he must be sent to the hospital now." After speaking, he picked up Vincent and rushed towards the only hospital in the town.

Jiqiu passed by Adolf, who covered her hands and screamed. She kicked his head with her feet coldly, "Little bastard."

She sat at the door of the simple hospital, her eyes were confused, until she saw a familiar person, she burst into tears, "Will he die?"

"No." Dantès gently held the young man in his arms, comforting the frightened cub, "I have brought the best medicine."

"I'm so scared, I'm afraid I'll never see Vincent again." Jiqiu put his head on the guardian's shoulder blades, feeling the scent of calming incense on his body, "He's still so young."

"No, he will survive." Dantès said while touching the young man's head.

The door of the operating room was pushed open, Jiqiu turned to look at the doctor, "How is my friend?"

"The bullet has been taken out. As long as he doesn't have a fever, he can recover slowly." The doctor said with a smile on his face. "The merciful God is blessing him. The bullet only pierced his skin and did not damage his internal organs." .”

Half an hour later, Vincent woke up leisurely. He frowned and looked at the thick bandage on his chest, "What's going on?"

"Do you remember?" Jiqiu dipped his lips with gauze to make him replenish the water, "That rich second generation who often plays tricks on you, his father is a viscount. Last time he added I gave him a little revenge, but I didn't expect him to put his hatred on you."

Vincent rubbed between his brows, "I remember, but are you blaming yourself?"

Seeing the guilty look on the young man's face, he sighed helplessly, "It's not your fault, you also educated those children for me in the first place."

"But I have brought you a fatal injury."

"So what." Vincent shrugged, pulled his wound, and couldn't help taking a breath, "It hurts a bit."

"Sorry." Ji Qiu said softly.

"I don't blame you. You should know how unpleasant your friends are by now, so are you still willing to be friends with Vincent Vander?" Vincent said with a smile.

"Of course." Jiqiu gently placed his hand on his, "We will always be friends."

60 years later, Dantès' life is about to come to an end. He lies on the bed and looks at the child who is no longer young, "Don't feel sorry for me, I have lived long enough."

He was one hundred and two years old, a rather long-lived age. The 34-year-old Dantès thought he would die at sea, but unexpectedly met someone on a cargo ship who healed him for the rest of his life.

Jiqiu wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, "But I don't want you to leave me."

"I never left you, even after I die, I will live by your side in another way."

Dantès tried his best to raise his hand, and touched Jiqiu's head as he did when he first saw him, "No matter what you are, my love for you will never decrease, my child."

"Do you know my secret?" Ji Qiu asked softly.

Dantès smiled and did not answer. He traced back his ups and downs in his brain, and he had no regrets in his heart, so he closed his eyes permanently.

Jiqiu gently covered his body with a white cloth, "Good night, Dad."

Then Jiqiu sent the people around her to leave the world one by one, until she was the only one left before choosing to close her eyes.

In this world, she has many people she cares about, and the ice in her heart has already been covered. This is the most precious experience for her.

'The next world wants to start off a bit better. ' she said to herself.

More than 200 years later, the Utopia Art Museum is crowded with people from all over the world to visit every day.They call out the same name in different languages ​​- Simon? Roche.

"This art gallery was built in 1838 as a birthday gift from the Count of Monte Cristo to his children. He was the richest man in Europe and the longest-lived man at the time.

It is precisely because of his existence that there is Roxi.Fauvism was not recognized by society when it first appeared, but the Count of Monte Cristo always believed that his child would be the greatest painter in the world.

Rosie has said that he will make his father the greatest father in the world.They are not related by blood, but they have the strongest father-son relationship in the world. "

"Rosch is the greatest artist in the world, not only for his works, but also for his gentlemanly character.

His origin is a mystery. When he was ten years old, he was adopted by the Earl of Monte Cristo from a cargo ship. The Earl hired a teacher for him and discovered his unparalleled talent. He seemed to be born with a keen observation ability on the world. Show fine dust, and can outline the most basic shape of an object with a few strokes, just like his "Forest"" The curator of Utopia Art Museum introduces the life of this famous artist in history to visitors.

Listening carefully below is a group of middle school students. This group of boys and girls with different skin colors, hair and eye colors are just at the age of first love. They are bored with such unchanging things as history, but are more interested in the painter himself.

"Sir, is Rosie the most handsome painter in history?"

The brown-haired and blue-eyed girl raised her hands high, and her companion covered her mouth and let out a low laugh.

The curator Anatole is a good-natured old man, he answered their questions patiently, "Yes, Luo Xi has unique golden eyes, and he looks handsome, so he has won the favor of many noble girls. It is clearly recorded that there is a countess who is willing to choose not to marry for the sake of Rosie."

"Wow~~~~" The teenagers and girls exclaimed.

"Then why did he choose to be alone?" asked the same brown-haired, blue-eyed girl.

"Well, that's a good question." Altona nodded, cleared his throat and continued, "There are many theories, the first being that he fell in love with Moran's daughter, but Miss Moran is Common people, they can't marry each other, and there are many signs in history that Rosie is a perfectionist, and he can't bear that his wife has a flaw anywhere.

Even though they were in love with each other, Roxi did not express his heart to Aurora, and watched Moran marry his daughter to a merchant's son.The painting on the far right of the pavilion is the portrait that Aurora painted for Roshi. "

The faces of the students are full of regrets, and they look forward to a happy ending for love.

"Could it be that he can't do it?" A boy couldn't help but interrupt the silence of the crowd.

Altona coughed softly, "The second theory is about the famous Venetian eunuch Grossi, Rosie saved him from the opera boss, and he became Rosie's exclusive model ever since. It was not found that half of the paintings in the exhibition hall between the ages of 16 and 21 are Grossi.

This is also one of the guesses of historians.Grossi's biography describes the painter as a very stalwart, so he must be able to do it. "

"Then is there a third theory?" At some point, a group of adults gathered in the outer circle, and a young man asked impatiently.

"The third argument is the most formal. Like Gorther, Rosie is willing to dedicate his life to his dream. He is a very pure person. Because of this, he can create works that transcend the times.

It was not until he could no longer pick up a paintbrush that Fauvism became the mainstream of the school of painting. He ushered in a new era. Even though he was unappreciated in his prime, he tirelessly pursued his own artistic path. "

"He is not only the greatest painter of that era, but also the greatest person. He has a character that is unmatched by ordinary people. In that romantic upper-class society, he kept himself clean, respected every woman, and never failed anyone. .

After his death, the money he left was deposited in the bank, and the annual interest was used to fund those children who were born as civilians and loved painting. "

"The unique school of painting interrupted the monopoly of the academic school in Paris at that time, and since then opened a century in which all schools of painting have flourished."

"His appearance changed Van der's tragic life. He was the only confidant of the Post-Impressionist painter. In that unfavorable era, they encouraged each other and had a positive influence on each other."

"Molan wrote in his biography, 'Although Rosie has beast-like eyes, he has a pure white and kind heart'. None of the descriptions of Rosie in the biographies left by the painter are negative. .”

"His works are infectious and have inspired countless people. Many people said that they can feel the painter's tenacity in Roshi's works."

As soon as Altona finished speaking, the art museum burst into warm applause. The tourists not only applauded for Luo Xi, but also gave a wonderful introduction to the curator of the art museum.

After the social practice class, the brown-haired and blue-eyed girl lowered her head and packed her schoolbag, and her friend patted her on the shoulder, "Sylvia, do you want to go to the movies together?"

"What movie?" Sylvia became interested, threw her schoolbag over her shoulder, and followed her friend out of the Utopia Art Museum.

"About Roxi, it is said that the actress who plays Aurora is Monica Bellucci." The blond-haired, blue-eyed girl said with sparkling eyes.

"Fani, I know you like Bellucci, so who is the actor who plays Roxi?"

Knowing that her friend was obsessed with Monica Bellucci's face, Sylvia felt quite a headache for a while.

"It seems to be Ezra Miller who starred in "Madame Bovary". I think his appearance in it completely matches the Rosie in my heart."

Fanny replied weakly, not forgetting to add, "Monica is also Aurora in my heart."

"I hope the filming is better than the British and French." Sylvia was still a little worried after knowing that the director was Italian.

"What's wrong with the British version and the French version?" Fanny asked puzzled, "Although the performances of the British Highmore and the French Alain Delon are different, the theaters were full at that time."

"The British version mainly talks about the looming relationship between Rosie and Grossi, and the French version mainly talks about the entanglement between Rosie and Aurora. It is clear that Rosie's artistic achievements are more important than those things!" Sylvia said fiercely sighed.

Fanny scratched the back of her head, she only knew that Roxi would only be played by handsome men, even if those actors were aging, there would still be young and handsome actors vying to play this mysterious and gentle artist.