I weave my destiny in parallel time and space

After meeting Van Gogh, Char closed the tavern there and never met him again.

Since the death of several of Char's ordinary friends, he has known that there is an insurmountable gap between mortals and him.

Therefore, he usually rarely has deep friendship with mortals, so as not to increase his sorrow.

The boring time always passes quickly, and soon, the time came to 1914.

Dark clouds were gathering in the sky, and the rain was pouring down. The rain fell on the land, splashing up a layer of white mist, like a misty white gauze, and the sky was dark.

Chara and Alicia stood in front of a tombstone holding umbrellas.

The heavy rain slapped on the umbrella, making a crackling sound.

What is written on the tombstone is simple.

1853年3月30日—1896年6月25日。

Vincent van Gogh.

"He's only in his forties," Alicia said.

"Yes." Xia Ya whispered softly, "died by suicide."

Van Gogh failed to defeat himself in the end, but compared to his previous life, which passed away at the age of thirty-seven, he had persisted for a long time.

"I remember you mentioned this name." Alicia said, "A new friend you met, you said that he would choose to end his life in the future, and you gave him some hope."

Xia Ya didn't say anything, just put the flowers in her hand in front of the tombstone.

"Life is like this, there is pain and happiness. Obviously, his happiness is not enough to let him overcome the pain in his heart."

Van Gogh had a very serious mental illness, suffering from bipolar disorder, bipolar disorder, and depression. Years of not seeing his talent clearly made his condition more serious.

In the third year after meeting Char, he was admitted to a mental hospital for treatment due to illness. During his stay in the hospital, he kept painting as if he was burning his life.

He is very strong and has been fighting against the disease for his ideals.

But in the end, he still failed to defeat fate

"Physical pain can be easily treated." Xia Ya whispered, "But for mental pain, you can only rely on yourself."

"Is he a very good painter?" Alicia asked curiously.

"Of course." Xia Ya said without hesitation.

“He is the best painter in the world, and certainly the most popular, greatest, and most beloved.

His use of color is stunning. He transformed the tortured pain of life into intoxicating beauty.

Pain is easy to describe, but using pain and suffering to depict the joy, joy and beauty of our world is unprecedented and perhaps unprecedented.

That strange, wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the greatest painter in the world, but one of the greatest men that ever lived.

The beauty of high-end paintings is the embodiment of thoughts. You can see emotions, enthusiasm, anxiety and closure in his paintings.

At the same time, people could only reproduce people like photos.

In the reproduced painting, what people see is a beautiful photo.

In Van Gogh's paintings, you can see the purest colors, the purest art and the purest emotions. "

Alicia rarely saw Xia commenting on a person like this, so she stared at the tombstone quietly.

"Unfortunately, I haven't seen him."

"No, you've already met him"

Xia Ya's eyes flashed.

"The painting in front of our bed is his work, and it is the trace he left in the world."

At this time, beside them, a couple walked over. They were both wearing black clothes and stood beside Xia Ya.

Nanfang's appearance is very similar to that of Van Gogh, but he is older than him. He is also holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand. It seems that he should also come to worship, because today is the death anniversary of Van Gogh.

He looked at Xia Ya carefully and said.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Xia Ya?"

"Are you Van Gogh's younger brother?" Xia Ya said.

"My name is Theo," he said.

"Wait a moment!"

With that said, Theo turned around and walked back to the carriage parked on the roadside not far away with his wife.

When he came out again, he was holding a drawing board wrapped in cloth.

He held it very carefully, and because it was raining heavily outside, he even raised it a little higher so that the rain would not splash on the painting.

Xia Ya raised his hand. At that moment, the dark clouds dispersed, the heavy rain stopped, and the sun began to shine down from the sky again.

Theo had obviously never experienced such strange weather, but after hesitating for a while, he asked his wife to put the umbrella away and walked towards Char.

"My brother told me before he died that you were his best friend. He left a gift for you. However, when I went to the address he gave me, you were no longer there."

He handed the drawing board in his hand to Char.

"Every year when I come to worship my brother, I bring this thing with me, thinking that I might meet you."

Xia Ya took the painting and said, "Thank you."

"I should be the one thanking you," Theo said.

He turned his head and looked at the tombstone on one side.

"I know his pain. In his life, no one recognized him except me. You are one of the few lights that appeared in his life."

Xia Ya was silent for a moment, "One day, people all over the world will pronounce his name with different pronunciations."

"He also said this." Theo murmured in a low voice, "It seems that I have found the source."

He silently bowed to Chara, then placed the flowers in his hand in front of Van Gogh's tomb, turned around and left.

Alicia looked at Theo's leaving back and said softly.

"He was in pain."

"Death, under certain circumstances, will hurt the living instead." Xia Ya said calmly.

Van Gogh's younger brother undoubtedly valued his elder brother very much. He spared no effort to support him when he was confused and self-doubt, and continued to help him realize his dreams.

Van Gogh also passed away in his arms.

"Why doesn't anyone recognize him?" Alicia asked.

"The mainstream of this era is the traditional classical realism style, and artists and institutions with a certain status are all academics. Van Gogh's style is certainly non-mainstream."

Xia Ya took Alicia away from here and said as they walked.

“However, realism will eventually be replaced by photographs, and his style will inevitably be regarded as a treasure in the future.

His works are famous in any era.

But only...not in the era in which he exists. "

Char took Alicia back to the castle. He unpacked the painting and revealed the canvas painting inside.

This painting also takes the starry sky as the main subject, which is very similar to his "Starry Night".

But it turns out that the village of Saint-Remy under the starry sky has turned into a clear Lake Sailimu. That was exactly the scene that night when Char and Van Gogh talked all night long.

He used an exaggerated technique to depict a starry sky full of movement and change. The sky at night is high and far away, with big stars and small stars swirling in the night sky. The golden full moon forms a huge whirlpool, and the short lines of nebulae are tangled and swirling, as if people can see the passage of time.

The dark green-brown cypress trees are like huge flames, responders to the starry night carnival. Under the sky, the sleeping lake is so peaceful and peaceful. The light blue tone and dynamic lines give people a sense of freedom in time and space.

Although this painting depicts the starry sky, it is not intended to use the vastness of the universe to reflect the insignificance of human beings and make humans fearful.

Xia Ya felt a spirit of not bowing to fate.

The nebulae flying in the sky seem to be spinning and dancing, blooming like flowers. Although the flexible branches have little power, they are drawn to the sky fearlessly.

The huge cypress tree that goes straight up to the clouds is like a black tongue of fire, stretching its branches and leaves unyieldingly. It seems to reveal the author's inner anguish and melancholy. It also shows the struggle and struggle of human beings.

Behind the painting, there is a sentence written.

"Witness that future for me. Give it to my best friend, Char."

Xia Ya didn't say anything, just walked into his studio silently.