Marvel: I Have Shining Fruit

The bright sunshine shines through the golden petals of the sunflower on the windowsill and shines on Lan Xingyu's still somewhat confused face.

"Ah, today is another day that reaches [-] yuan." Lan Xingyu stretched under the silhouette of the rising sun and sunflowers.

After washing up, he went to the bedside and looked at the sunflowers on the window sill that he had just moved up from Van Gogh's downstairs last night.Watching them bathe in the sun is so beautiful and warm.Seeing people makes me feel like the world is full of sunshine and kindness.

Lan Xingyu felt a little emotional. There was such a sunny, beautiful and prosperous scene outside, but Van Gogh's home, his heart, and his living situation.But it's ridiculous and the opposite of them

Lan Xingyu suddenly remembered the words of the old curator: "Van Gogh transformed the pain he suffered in life into passionate beauty on canvas."

Yes, we all know that pain shows up easily.But how to combine passion and pain to express the passion, joy, and magnificence of the world? This may be the reason why Van Gogh is great.

Suddenly Lan Xingyu thought, can I use paintings, or rather his own paintings, to bring some light to his currently dark and painful spiritual world?

"On this eighth day of 1990, let me be the first ray of light in your heart."

I am the dividing line

Van Gogh had just woken up and rubbed his somewhat messy hair.Prepare as usual, get yourself some food.Suddenly he remembered the friend he had just made yesterday.

"How about asking Xingyu first what he wants to eat." With that, Van Gogh stood up and walked slowly upstairs.But when he came to Lan Xingyu's room, it was empty.

"Has Xingyu left?" Van Gogh was a little depressed. After all, Lan Xingyu is the only friend who recognizes his works now.Van Gogh even felt a bit like he had met his soulmate.

"Van Gogh, are you up?" A childish but kind-hearted voice sounded.

He immediately ran to the window sill and was a little stunned.

At this moment, Lan Xingyu is sitting in Van Gogh's garden.The sunflowers around seemed to have changed their positions, but they were just right, coupled with Lan Xingyu's cute, sunny and contagious smile.It constitutes the most beautiful picture in the morning.

Lan Xingyu sensed it when Van Gogh entered his house.So I called out immediately.Capture Van Gogh's attention.

Lan Xingyu put a lot of effort into creating a scene that would attract Van Gogh's desire to paint.Even Icarus was pulled over by him.Through Icarus's calculations, the most comfortable placement of these sunflowers was calculated.

Because Lan Xingyu felt that the chicken soup he fed Van Gogh yesterday was almost enough, and now he just wanted to help him.To truly pull him out of the darkness in his heart that was condensed due to various encounters and adversities.

"Wait, Xingyu, don't move." Lan Xingyu was about to move his position to see if the plan was successful.Van Gogh immediately stopped Lan Xingyu's actions.

In Van Gogh's eyes, the scenery in front of him at this moment seems to be a beautiful scenery that can heal the soul.It made him excited.

"Can Xingyu let me make a painting for you?" Van Gogh hadn't finished speaking yet.He was interrupted by Lan Xingyu.

"Of course, aren't we friends?" Lan Xingyu said with a smile.The plan was successful, Lan Xingyu thought happily.

"Well, thank you, Xingyu." Van Gogh didn't know what to say for a while.

"So if you look at me like this, how long will it take for me to go without using that tool? Even if it's Van Gogh, you can't draw anything." He looked at Van Gogh who wanted to thank him, but didn't know what to say for a moment.Lan Xingyu came to his rescue.

"Yes, yes, Xingyu, wait a minute, I'll be back soon." When Lan Xingyu said this, Van Gogh immediately thought of the most important thing now.

Van Gogh used the fastest speed he had ever used, and he had no access to a series of painting tools.Come to the window sill and prepare to paint.

"Van Gogh, you have planted so many sunflowers. You must like painting sunflowers very much," Lan Xingyu asked boredly after Van Gogh had been painting for a while.

"Well, no, they are not my favorite flowers." Van Gogh said.

Now Lan Xingyu was curious. He remembered that there were many sunflowers painted by Van Gogh in the art museum, plus these sunflowers in his house.Lan Xingyu thought Van Gogh liked them

When Lan Xingyu was about to ask Van Gogh why, Van Gogh himself said: "It's not that I don't like them, I just think they are too complicated. It feels like they are always between life and death." Van Gogh said. Gao said slowly.It can be seen that his attention is on his paintings.

Lan Xingyu didn't intend to interrupt him, so he watched Van Gogh continue: "They are spinning towards the sun as if they have become human. It's a bit weird and abominable, I think," Van Gogh said.

"But, you know, painting them is a challenge." Van Gogh changed his words.

"I'm sure you will rise to the challenge. Just like you are now," Lan Xingyu said with a smile.

"Yes" Van Gogh seemed to respond subconsciously.

Lan Xingyu saw that his attention was all on the painting and stopped trying to salvage him.It was not until almost afternoon that Van Gogh finished his creation.

Lan Xingyu looked at Van Gogh who had finished the painting and felt that this person had become brighter, and he knew that his plan was successful.

Van Gogh is no longer as depressed as he was yesterday, although he has not yet reached the level of sunshine.But the upward curve at the corner of his mouth is not something that someone who has been oppressed by depression all year round can have.

The two of them ate the food that Lan Xingyu had bought in the morning and talked over and over again.

"By the way, Van Gogh. Do you remember what the monster you saw yesterday looked like?" Lan Xingyu asked curiously.He wanted to figure this out before kidnapping Van Gogh back.

"Oh, remember. I'll draw it for you." As he said this, Van Gogh mixed the bread in his mouth with milk.I wiped my hands casually and picked up a painting next to me.

He took it out and touched the painting with white paint.

Before Lan Xingyu could even say anything to stop him, the painting was painted over by Van Gogh.

Lan Xingyu was depressed. Why do you, a painter, count your hands so quickly? Are you also a great mage? Suddenly Lan Xingyu looked at the brush in Van Gogh's hand.You've been single for a long time, have you become a mage? Do you want me to help you sign up for Hogwart?

There was no way, Van Gogh had already taken action.This cannot be changed.Lan Xingyu waited for Van Gogh to draw what the creature looked like.

"But calling him a monster, I think it's a bit much. Because I think it's quite cute." Van Gogh said while painting.

After hearing what Van Gogh said, Lan Xingyu became even more curious.