Soul Painter

Obviously, Xin Wei's accident made Gao Fan very sad.

But the sad performance is holding his red jar and whispering all day long, which makes people feel surprised. Not to mention that Lu Guoying didn't understand, even Anna couldn't understand, but what can I do? They can only let it go, otherwise Gao Fan should be sent to a mental hospital?

But in Anna's eyes, Gao Fan's state was already out of order when he was in Boston, and now it's just a continuation of that time, so there shouldn't be any major problems.

In addition, Gao Fan has a strong desire to create these days. In addition to painting Xin Wei, he also painted Wu Haoxue, Luc Villiers, and Fang Jianbin...

"But, teacher, who is Fang Jianbin?" Anna asked Lu Guoying.

"I don't know, it sounds familiar." Lu Guoying didn't think about it, he didn't remember the stubborn young painter who pointed at Gao Fan's painting and said "this is a copy" at the Biennale five years ago.

"Except for that Mr. Fang Jianbin, everyone else has passed away in Gao Fan's life, so is he painting portraits of those dead people?" Anna guessed Gao Fan's current creative theme.

"These works are really..." Lu Guoying looked at the finished portraits, and it took a long time for the old artist, who is not used to boasting, to say a word, "It's really amazing."

Gao Fan, who can make Lu Guoying say the word "great", should be in the period of his artistic life with the highest creative skills and the strongest creative desire, although I don't know why he keeps painting "portraits" of dead people.

But in fact, although Gao Fan has experienced a lot, there are not many people who died around him, so after two days of painting, Gao Fan seems to have nothing to paint.

At this moment, he finally stopped, and then Gao Fan looked at Lu Guoying who had been here often because of worries these two days: "Old man, how about I draw a portrait of you..."

"You bastard!" Lu Guoying burst into anger.

...

Anna stopped Lu Guoying who wanted to clean up the house, but Gao Fan still felt wronged, he muttered: "What's wrong with drawing a portrait..."

"Gao, you have drawn dead people recently. The teacher may think it is unlucky." Anna said.

"You're going to die sooner or later, you're going to another world..." Gao Fan said, luckily Lu Guoying didn't hear it, otherwise he might be pissed off early.

Gao Fan was indeed painting the dead.

But these people died much longer.

Didn't show any difference.

But when Gao Fan started to create a new theme.

When I started to draw Xin Boyu.

Anna showed a special interest in this painting.

Gao Fan only met Xin Boyu once, but that meeting lasted for a long time, and he lived awkwardly under the same roof for a few days, which made Gao Fan have a deep impression of Xin Boyu. , is vivid in Gao Fan's memory, and now after the creation of "The Battle of Time and Space", his skill value has improved again, and it is a matter of course for him to paint the portrait of the dead.

Lu Guoying is also more interested in this picture of Xin Boyu. When he saw that Xin Boyu in the painting was not dressed in modern clothes, but similar to the clothes of the British nobles in the 20th century, he found it very interesting, especially in the painting. In the background, there are manors, horses and other scenery. It is obvious that Xin Boyu in Gao Fan's painting is a wealthy nobleman.

"Why did you paint Lao Xin like this?" Lu Guoying asked the two painters with great interest.

The characters in the painting were drawn by Gao Fan, and Anna was doing the painting in the background. This is the first time that Lu Guoying has seen them work together in such a way. It is clearly written by the two, but the style of painting is completely the same, which makes Lu Guoying feel a little bit I envy Gao Fan for having an assistant like Anna, who is clearly a 'stand-in'.

"If I draw you, I will give you a higher status. How about being a king?" Gao Fan said to Lu Guoying with a smile.

You traitor haven't forgotten to draw a portrait of me, have you? Lu Guoying left angrily.

And Gao Fan and Anna continued to paint this "Simber Stupid Portrait".

Now the two have high skills, and the portraits are fast. This 80X60 portrait can be completed in half a day, so from noon to late night, the painting is almost finished.

late at night.

Darkness flows quietly.

Under the light of the studio on the first floor.

Two painters daubed colors against the painting.

There is a wonderful mysterious atmosphere that is rising and emerging.

That kind of feeling is like the drizzle falling silently on the dark sea. Although it is silent, it covers everything.

Gao Fan realized that some mysterious signs were emerging.

This came in response to his summoning, but he felt a little unfamiliar with it, and this feeling of strangeness seemed to mean that it was not the mystery of the silver key.

"AA, you go away first..." Out of caution, Gao Fan wanted to remind Anna to leave first, but when he turned his head, the world had quietly changed.

The space you are in has become smaller.

The midnight lights turned into blinding sunlight.

Gao Fan changed from standing to lying down, and there was still a figure blocking the sun standing in front of him.

"Mr. Willem, how are you feeling?" the figure asked.

Gao Fan's eyesight gradually adapted to the environment, he saw clearly the appearance of the person in front of him, and then a tingling tingling sensation jumped up from the tailbone and rushed into the brain along the spine.

Grass!

Electric shock maniac!

Christian Wood!

Gao Fan almost wanted to jump off the bed and run away, but the restraints on his body stopped him.

I entered this mental hospital again...Is it because I drew Xin Boyu...Xin Boyu is dead...so I drew an undead...The undead brought me into this mental hospital...It has something to do with my skills, It has something to do with my paintbrush...then this world should be mine!

Gao Fan thought about this wildly, and he was very courageous, but when he saw Wood's face, which was very similar to Lawrence, he only felt a little urination in his lower abdomen, and he shivered in disbelief.

"Can you understand what I'm saying?" Wood asked again.

"Yes, I can understand." Gao Fan said, "What's wrong with me?"

"You fainted for several days because you hit your head when you jumped off the building." Wood said softly.

"Oh... oh oh." Gao Fan said "Oh" while nodding his head. It seems that fainting is the way to leave this world, this mental hospital?

"If you feel all right, a gentleman wants to see you," Lawrence said.

"Which gentleman, isn't it God?" Gao Fan was deeply wary of Lawrence.

"I'm afraid God lives on a very high floor, so I can't come down to see you." Wood smiled, "It's Count Ferdinand."

The name sounds a little familiar.

When Gao Fan was untied and brought him to a gorgeous office, Gao Fan couldn't help laughing when he saw the gentleman sitting behind the desk. It really was you, it should be you.

That was Sim Boyu.