God's Palette

Passers-by sometimes wondered if Xia Xun was talking to himself, but they immediately forgot this question when they saw her appearance, so no one was confused about it.Even if it does - that's not too important to Xia Xun.

She was just thinking, this is no different from normal photography in the past.For a certain subject, the photographer will pack his bags, be patient, cross the vastness of the world, and then press the shutter.So, it's nothing special.

"Actually, I don't understand...what are you doing."

"……doing what?"

"Just like what you are doing now - you go to those lively places to...use your power to erase other people's feelings for you, isn't that right."

Gustav's face was very strange, he was surprised at why Xia Xun knew this, and also had a subtle excitement of being understood.His ghostly face, which wanders between youth and old age, becomes expressive for a moment, as if it were no longer dead.

But that enthusiasm soon faded.

"As you said, I'm doing this, and I don't want to be remembered."

He let go of his vigilance, looked away, and looked at the street corner that was extremely lively and reverberating with music more than ten minutes ago.

"This city is in peak tourist season now, and there are a lot of people here, so I came here...I'm making them forget about me. Including you...the photographer, and your former companion, you mentioned me, That's why I came here...uh, is this ghost hunting bait?"

"You're an artist, an artist who writes music, I know that."

"of course."

When Xia Xun mentioned this, Gustav became no longer ethereal, as if he was propped up by a ton of self-confidence.This is a unique feeling that an artist can only have when he is proud of his own efforts and career.

Death has not erased this.

Therefore, Xia Xun was even more confused.

"As you can see, I'm a photographer. Photography is an art. It's embarrassing to say that, but I've reached a very high level. If I die, my work, my artistry, and my life , will be sublimated because of this. Death is actually used to praise the artist's lifelong dream, this is my understanding..."

Confused, she finally asked the question——

"But you are erasing all of this? Isn't this denying the achievements of your proud life? Why?"

"Because... I don't want to hurt those who like me... Even if it's my death, it's still the same." He said the reason for it in a soft and brief manner.

Chapter 151: Kao

Finding a chair that can be seen everywhere on the side of the road, Xia Xun took a seat.The camera bag was taken off her shoulder and placed lightly by her hand, but it didn't seem like she was tired from taking pictures, because the a7r3 camera with a heavy lens was still in her hand, always facing her side.

And the model stared at by the camera—obviously, he didn't lose his mind because he had no brains after death, just because there was only a group of spirits left. Instead, he understood everything very smartly. I see myself through the camera.

Understanding this, Gustav felt that it would be easy to handle.

He floated down, buried most of his body deep in the road, leaving only his shoulders and head exposed on the ground as if buried alive.The cigarette butts and dust on the ground seemed very close to him, so he just looked up at Xia Xun.

Being stared at like this, Xia Xun suddenly realized a problem, maybe he was peeped by a perverted ghost?

This was a good chat, I was just going to get to the bottom of it, Gustav did not follow the rules of the world, what was he doing in the human world in the form of a spirit body, but before he could say anything, he used such a perverted The way to spy on girls... But Xia Xun is clearly wearing pants, so there is nothing to take advantage of...

But Xia Xun suddenly realized that his camera was hanging down in a natural way.

"you……"

Xia Xun wanted to ask.

But Gustav, who was afraid of being misunderstood, answered first——

"Those living passers-by will think you are strange when they see it, holding the camera in an unnatural way and talking to themselves..." Gustav, who was buried in the ground, turned his face slightly downwards, thick and dense His black hair slightly covered his eyes, "So it's natural."

"...You are a ghost, thinking about me?"

"Uh... yes, after all these years, you are the only living person who can see me... and is willing to chat with me. I'm actually very happy."

Aside from other things, Gustav was like an introverted but gentle boy, and he was embarrassed to say it.

Of course, the main reason was that he felt that this wonderful girl who claimed to be a photographer was obviously not easy to mess with, and even without this reason, Gustav wanted to do this.Not only because Xia Xun stopped to chat with him, but also because Gustav was such a person.

Otherwise, he wouldn't stop here, erasing other people's love for him from the world.

"At the earliest time... I was a little guy." Gustav knew what Xia Xun wanted to know, as if being interviewed for the first time, he said to the camera in a nervous tone, "In the difficult polar night, wait Watching the sun come up...but never seeing the sun--"

"I get it! So you start making music."

"Um……"

"A lot of Nordic people are like that, I understand."

"For me, it was a very long polar night... no electricity, no candles, no fire, and the sauna didn't work. I ran away from home and hid in a little house in the forest... just records The computer and a TFK CD are still alive..."

Xia Xun is not disgusted with this topic. It is a wonderful experience to listen to the artist's own description about the origin of his creation.Even an artist who has reached such a height, looking back, there are times when he is ignorant...

Of course, it would be even better if we didn't talk in this posture.

"TFK?"

"The top band in progressive rock... Sweden, The Flower Kings, it's not uncommon for you not to know, in the whole ocean of music... there are many other than us stupid people who have stepped onto the stage and become known... in name only Music unknown to the public..."

"That's where you come from."

"That night... no, maybe it was daytime? Who knows, anyway, it was dark and distressing, and I met TFK... Their music took me to the universe, let me see the stars and everything in the world, and As for looking back, I forgot that I was in pain. Anyway, that was the first time I knew that music had such power...the power to save someone."

Since then, he has been fascinated by how to weave musical notes.

How to let your feelings flow into the ears of the world through those musical instruments that should have no feelings.

Gustav never hoped that many people would come to listen to it. He only hoped that he could help someone accidentally like the music he met that day, and that was enough.From the creation of the first song to his death, what he did was actually like this from beginning to end.