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Chapter 7 "The Moon and Sixpence" 002 Don't Lean on Me
Bai Luo was a little depressed, so he sat down on the street, lazily leaning against a fire hydrant.Put your hands on your knees, listen to the bells flying over the city, and watch the busy traffic on the street.

Seeing that there seemed to be an art exhibition on the other side of the street, he became curious, so he patted his buttocks, stood up, and walked across the street.

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The painting exhibition on the opposite side is held in a small exhibition hall on the side of the street, the windows are bright and clean.

Every painting exhibited here is composed and calm in color.Not gorgeous, but surprisingly bright.Every character in the painting is lifelike.The wrinkles on the old man's face were distinct, the child's face was round and cute, and the blue blood vessels on the girl's hands were faintly visible under the fair skin.

This is in line with the aesthetics of the public who don't know much about art: the painting is like, the color is beautiful, and it is comfortable to look at.

Bai Luo self-consciously stayed in front of a painting.

According to common sense, this painting should be the most uncomfortable in the whole painting hall.In the painting is a group of rickety trees blown by the wind.The tree had been cut off many branches, the bark was covered with scars, and the whole tree was crooked, but there were still bright red flowers blooming.The tone of the whole painting is gray and grim.

But it is said that the less you can understand something like art, the better.

Bai Luo couldn't understand, so he blindly guessed that this should be the most expensive painting in the entire exhibition hall.He stood in front of the painting, pretending to be an expert, and looked up and down carefully.

A tall and handsome man walked over with a glass of champagne and asked with a smile, "Young man, what do you see?"

Bai Luo pretended to be fascinated by the painting, ignored him, but kept looking at this man from the corner of his eye.My friend is wearing a well-made suit and tie, and the color of the paint is hidden in the fingers holding champagne.His face has the characteristics of a yellow race, with a firm jaw line, a high hooked nose, and bright and calm eyes that are unique to painters, as well as his own shrewdness.

In a trance, you will think that you are the deepest part of your soul that he has seen.

Bai Luo thought to himself: Looking at it like this, he is probably the owner of this exhibition.

He looked at the lower right corner of the painting again, where the artist's own name was written: Sandro Eisenjenwyck.

Chris Rand had a little impression of him in his memory. It should be that he had heard of such a person before and knew that he was a famous painter, but he didn't know much about it.

He had a plan.

So he turned his head and pretended to see this person. He was taken aback, and with the excitement of fans seeing idols, he blushed and said, "Mr. Sandro! I finally saw you! My God, you I am exactly as I imagined!
I am your fan! "

Sandro's expression moved slightly, and he stared at him with those piercing eyes.Bai Luo's heart was bristling, but he continued to say bravely: "I love your works! I have been analyzing and copying every piece of your work. It was you who made me fall in love with painting, and I imitated you. On the path of a painter..."

Sandro smiled.

"Really?"

Bai Luo's heart became even more pissed, but he still managed to express the excitement of seeing his idol.

Sandro said: "In that case, tell me, what do you see in this painting of mine?"

Bai Luo thought for a while, then said bravely, "You should be praising a... a soldier who made great contributions to the motherland in the war. Those blood-red flowers... should be praising the soldier blood..."

He seemed to be right.Sandro's expression changed slightly.

Feeling slightly relieved, Bai Luo continued: "Recently, our France has conquered a large area of ​​land in foreign wars. You are probably praising those soldiers who opened up the territory for the motherland..."

Sandro's eyes turned cold again.

He hehe sneered: "Okay, don't talk about it. Do you still want to say later that you have embarked on the road of being a painter because you admire me, so that now you are poor and have no money to buy canvases. Do you want to stimulate me?" I will try my best to subsidize you with 200 yuan?"

Bai Luo was startled.It's over, it's cold, and my little thoughts have been seen through.

He stubbornly said: "No, no, I really didn't think that way...Maybe you think too deeply and there are some things I can't understand..."

Sandro snorted a breath through his nose.

"You go. If you stay here any longer, we are not in this temper anymore."

Well.

Bai Luo shrank his neck and walked away dejectedly.

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Bai Luo returned across the street, looked down at the fire hydrant, his mind was in a daze.

He is now tired, hungry and thirsty, dejected, and panic-stricken.

While making eye contact with the fire hydrant, he thought darkly about his future.

"What are you going to do in the future? You can't enter the factory, because you may not have time to paint when you go in. Comrade [-] asked me to paint during this time.

I live near the banks of the Seine.It seems good to work as a porter at the dock.Or pull the fiber for the boatman...

But no matter what I do, I have to spend a lot of money on canvas and paint.I'm afraid I'll have to make ends meet..."

He was downcast thinking about his bleak future.

Suddenly, he heard someone calling him behind him.

"Alas, that kid just now! Come here!"

Bai Luo turned his head and saw that it was Sandro.He didn't know why, but he walked over obediently.

Sandro sighed.

"You are a good boy. He has hands and feet. He doesn't look like the kind of swindler. He may have encountered difficulties. If so, it's 20 yuan. You take it first, and you'll have a hot meal." Fan, find yourself a good job. Don't do this again in the future!"

Bai Luo was overjoyed, and quickly took the money, thanking him repeatedly.

He took out the sketchbook he carried with him and said: "I'm really sorry just now, but I didn't lie to you. I am really a painter... and I do encounter some difficulties now. Thank you very much for putting aside the past, and I wish you the best. May you have a safe life!"

Sandro flipped through Bai Luo's book, flipped through it, flipped it over and over again.

He raised his eyes and looked at Bai Luo carefully again.

"Are these paintings really drawn by you?"

Bai Luo said affirmatively, "Really."

Sandro grabbed Bai Luo's hand and observed carefully.These hands have distinct joints, with many small wounds, rough but clean.There are colored spots between my fingers that haven't been washed for a whole week, and individual calluses grow on the place where I often hold a pen.It was obvious that the kid was really painting.

Sandro frowned slightly, and said to the staff next to him: "The paintings are almost sold out, and it's getting late now. Do your work first, and I'll treat this kid to dinner."

Both the staff and Bai Luo were taken aback.

(End of this chapter)