Why Can’t I Play Games

"I actually started following you when I was very young!"

"I used to aspire to be a painter, just like you..."

"I once felt your loneliness in your paintings...it was a desert-like loneliness, you seemed to be running, but there was no end..."

"I also see sinking in your paintings, such as "Spring". You hope to express romance, but you always reveal sinking..."

"I even saw coping in your paintings. Since "Street Lamp", every piece of your work feels coping!"

"...Now, every painting of yours makes me feel more and more coping, as if it was a work that was painted in a few minutes!"

"Many people think that you are satirizing reality, but I don't think so... I think you are numb, and you are sinking more and more..."

"Mr. Mendeleev, what happened to you? I think you used to be a pursuit of perfection, but now, are you really satisfied with the status quo?"

In a tavern on the outskirts of Yanjing.

Zhang Yang drank cup after cup.

His face was a little flushed, like a person who was mourning.

He stared at Mendeleev, who was asking the bearded artist a question.

Mendeleev sat next to him, and for some reason, facing this young man who was so much younger than him and his own grandchildren, he actually felt ashamed.

Every word of this young man was like a knife stabbing into his chest.

Let him wake up, but it's hard to face...

Although what this person said was very correct, which made him enlightened, since the older generation of famous painters left one by one, he hadn't heard such words for a long, long time.

However, this person is too young!

In fact.

If the young man in front of him was an old man in his 70s and 80s who was a painter at the same level, he probably wouldn't have such complicated emotions.

but……

He was a young man, probably in his twenties, definitely not twenty-five anyway!

"I...you don't know what I've been through..."

"No, I know, your soul, like your heart, is being corrupted by capitalism!"

"..."

Mendeleev was silent.

This young man's aura is too strong, and before he knew it, he overwhelmed him.

He wanted to say something, to defend himself, but he couldn't.

"I know you think I'm young and I'm not worthy to tell you these things, but since you think I'm not worthy, then why did you chase me out?"

"..."

Mendeleev looked up subconsciously.

Looking at Zhang Yang.

However, this young man's eyes were full of profoundness, as if he could read people's hearts.

Every word he said seemed to pull out what he was thinking.

That kind of people……

Not quite like a person of this age!

Absolutely not!

"Mr. Mendeleev, I have finished speaking, and I feel much more comfortable. Later, it doesn't matter what you think or scold me..."

Zhang Yang shook his head.

What is art?

Art is the pursuit of something to the extreme...

This is called art!

Artists are basically paranoid, paranoid personality.

The same goes for painters...

Throughout the first half of Mendeleev's life, he has made the art of satire to the extreme.

Such a person, in Zhang Yang's view, is paranoid and will never change in this life.

However, human nature has another side, that is, it is easy to be contaminated by society.

Even if the things he once hated can bring him the fame and fortune he needs, he will gradually be corrupted...

This is human nature!

In fact, that’s right, if you have everything you need, how many people will stick to it?

Things that are really drawn seriously are also touted, and things that are not drawn seriously are also touted. After generations of artists have left, you have become one of the leading figures...

Under the operation of capital, everyone treats you with only two words "beautiful" in their eyes.

Then, in this state, you will also sink...

This is also human nature!

Of course, occasionally I miss the people of that era and those like-minded people...

They are long gone...

Then, deep inside you feel lonely.

This is also human nature.

Zhang Yang felt that he was in control of humanity!

He felt he could handle Mendeleev.

"Mr. Zhang...Although I really don't want to admit it, and even feel very uncomfortable, I was criticized by a child like you..."

"But, I was indeed wrong... Thank you!"

In the tavern.

Mendeleev held back for a long time, finally sighed quietly, and then toasted Zhang Yang with a glass of wine.

……………………………

Wrangler Network.

There are still eight hours until "Crazy Grass and Mud Horse"!

Shen Yi and Liu Ruohan looked at the data of "Crazy Flat Grass and Mud Horse".

They saw that the number of reservations for "Crazy Grass and Mud Horse" had exceeded 30,000!

Liu Ruohan finally sighed, and frowned cutely.

"Uncle Shen, a million dollars a year is almost enough for us to dig him up?"

"Enough, in this industry, there are not many people who can offer such a price, but, Ruohan, are you sure you don't want to tell President Liu?"

"Dad is now dealing with challenges from other companies, so he definitely doesn't care about it. Moreover, according to my observation, there is indeed something wrong with our Wrangler...I am responsible for these things. Father blamed it and said it was me!"

"good."

"Excellent talents cannot become our opponents, let alone our enemies. We cannot underestimate anyone..." Liu Ruohan pushed up her glasses, her pure and beautiful face was full of seriousness!

"Okay, shall I contact him now? Before his new game comes out?"

"Well... if possible, we can even buy his game at a high price, it will definitely be more profitable than his release..."

"good!"

Under the night.

Shen Yi seriously called Zhang Yang.

The phone is connected.

It seems a bit noisy...

It's intermittent over there, but it seems to be in places like bars and taverns?

Later, Zhang Yang didn't know if it was a signal problem or what, after saying the name of the tavern, Zhang Yang hung up the phone.

"He is drinking in a tavern not far away. I have been to that place. It seems that he is not in a good mood now. Or, I will take the contract and go see him now?"

"Well, okay, why don't you, Uncle Shen, I'm wearing a hat and a mask, so I'll go and have a look too..."

"okay."

Shen Yi and Liu Ruohan left the company with the contract.

half an hour later...

When they walked through the door of the tavern and saw two people drinking in the corner...

"This is... Mendeleev?"

Shen Yi opened his mouth wide.

"..."

But Liu Ruohan took off her glasses and wiped them in disbelief. At this moment, she thought that there was something wrong with her glasses, which reflected an illusion for her...

but……

When she puts on her glasses to see clearly...

she was shocked...