Soul Painter

Gao Fan felt Anna's "bad mood" behind him, as if he had returned to Provence when they painted the church together, and Gao Fan taught Anna the technique of "distorting" through coercive teaching.

It's just that the roles of Gao Fan and Anna are switched now.

A former learner becomes a teacher.

And 'bad mood' is exactly the same.

"Gao, it's been three months, and you still don't see any traces of the master's skills in your paintings. It's unbelievable..." Anna's voice came over.

"It's unbelievable!" Gao Fan punched the drawing board in front of him.

God, who was squatting on the side, was so frightened that he screamed, and the whole cat flew up.

"I don't look like my painting! It's exactly the same! What are you demanding? Look at the Degas I painted, which one is not like?!" Gao Fan turned his head and roared at Anna like an angry lion.

"It's so similar, it's exactly the same, except for the vitality in the painting." Anna was a little timid in the face of Gao Fan's anger, but also in a kind of interesting joy, it seemed that these fears caused by Gao Fan's anger were some of the two of them Rituals of special existence among people, which once existed in Provence, suddenly returned.

"What vitality! What is vitality?!" Gao Fan hopped his feet on his paintings, he knew that these were poor imitations, fakes without souls, even though the technique was so skilled that every stroke was exactly the same , but a fake is a fake, just like a plastic mannequin in a clothing store can never become a real person.

"Gao, vitality is what you used to have in your paintings, don't be afraid, I will help you get them back..." Anna tried to hug Gao Fan, but was pushed down by the angry Gao Fan and bumped his shoulder On the wall, she screamed in pain.

Anna, who almost fell, recalled Gao Fan's rationality. He stretched out his hand to pull Anna up in a daze, and apologized in his mouth: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

"It's okay, I don't hurt." Anna's expression was even a little sacred, "Persist a little longer, the Metropolitan Museum still has 80 Degas, as long as you copy them all, you may be able to find the lost technique."

"That's right, I can't get Degas' skills because I didn't work hard enough." Gao Fan nodded, and he suddenly showed a nervous smile, and he said to Anna: "But my skills are not lost, I just don't dare Use them."

"Look if you don't believe me!" As if to prove something, Gao Fan held up the drawing board, facing the wall of the studio, and quickly sketched its appearance with a charcoal pen.

The moment Gao Fan wrote the pen, Anna realized that Gao Fan was back. The wall he used as the object of the painting was just an ordinary wall in the Metropolitan Museum. It had a wooden wall made of Yunbin. The surface is old and mottled, but the wall has just been painted recently, giving it a brand-new taste. The wall lamp on the wall proves that this place may have once been a storage room and is now used as a painter's studio.

After Gao Fan's first few strokes outlined the outline of a wall, he quickly divided the center of the wall with lines, with the wall on the top and wood on the bottom, and then painted the upper half with the palm of his hand with toner, A wall with mottled light and shadow appeared, and Anna seemed to smell the green smell of white powder on the wall.

Gao Fan's other hand quickly painted wood grains on the lower part. The textures were drawn casually and flexibly, as if they came from natural growth. Anna smelled the faint fragrance of spruce.

In the end, Gao Fan drew a chandelier on the wall. He was very miraculous. He drew 'brightness' in the lamp and 'light' on the wall. Apply toner, and the contrast between light and shadow can be called magic.

Maybe it was because he held it in for too long, Gao Fan drew quickly, even using the toner technique he learned when imitating Gongbi Red Mansions with sketching techniques. In less than three minutes, a painting full of mysterious techniques beyond the senses of the Devil School The theme painting on the wall appeared in front of Anna.

Although the painting is only a wall, it is full of sounds, colors and even smells that fill the viewer's senses. This kind of work is suffocating and amazing, and one can only utter a compliment from the bottom of my heart.

This is Gao Fan.

But in the next second, a scene that stunned Anna appeared.

On the wall that Gao Fan used as a 'model', a door appeared.

This door is old and mottled, bronze-colored, with an unknown bronze chain on it as a handle, but there is no need to pull it, because the bronze door is slowly opening inwards, from the one that was pushed open. In the gap, a huge suction suddenly arises!

Everything in the studio began to move towards the door, including their easels, a few chairs, and even the lamps hanging from the ceiling, as if there was a huge sucking mouth over there, or maybe it was a cosmic vacuum at all!

"High!" The moment the door opened, Anna also felt as if she was being pulled violently by someone, and she staggered towards the door. What is this? What is this door? !

Gao Fan was also moved by the huge suction force. Fortunately, he was prepared to deal with some accidents. Now he immediately tore off the painting that also gave birth to the strange bronze door, and shredded it. Before reality, as long as his drawing paper is torn apart, the mysterious invasion can be stopped.

As the sketch paper in Gao Fan's hand turned to confetti, the terrible bronze door on the wall also began to close and disappear. In a few seconds, the wall was a wall again, a wall covered with white paint.

"Gao... what is that?" Anna couldn't understand what she saw.

"It's the reason why I can't use my skills, the devil is entrenched on my paintbrush." ​​Gao Fan said.

"Are you cursed by a demon?" Anna murmured.

"Secret." Gao Fan said.

Gao Fan should never have let Anna know his cursed secret.

This is not good for Anna.

Maybe it was showing off skills, maybe it was unwillingness, so as not to be looked down upon by Anna, in short, Gao Fan had to prove himself, but in fact, his proof did not achieve anything, and he was still criticized by Anna in various ways in the following copying process , all kinds of disappointment, Anna will not respect him because he can draw curses, or in other words, Anna thinks that the greatest respect for him is to help him acquire Degas' skills.

No matter how fast time passed, another three months passed in a blink of an eye.

Gao Fan and Anna locked themselves in the studio of the Metropolitan Museum, completely isolated from the world. In the past six months, not a single piece of Devil School's works have been sold to the market, but there are still legends of Devil School in the market, but soon , a larger-scale news, or a dark cloud, enveloped the world, and also enveloped New York, making New Yorkers forget the artists who are still in the Metropolitan Museum.

After all, war is the looming danger for everyone compared to art.

Even Lawrence made a special trip to the museum to inform Gao Fan of the news.

"The Russian Federation has re-incorporated Uzbekistan into the Federation?" Gao Fan repeated the news, "Is it serious?"

"It's very serious. Europe is going crazy. The radical party in France claims to use nuclear bombs to blow the Russian Federation back to Siberia." Lawrence said seriously.