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As a historical record of that war, "Life" was collected by the Musée d'Orsay in 1992.

"Red Sea" is a landscape oil painting created in his early years with the theme of describing the sunrise on the sea.The painting did not receive a lot of praise at the beginning of its publication like the previous work, but was acquired by a collector a year after Marcel became world-renowned for "Life".

But the transaction price of nearly 8000 million US dollars set a record for the auction of works by contemporary painters, which also made the name of Marcel even more popular.

This superstar in the European contemporary painting circle could have achieved higher artistic achievements, but unexpectedly, he suffered a car accident when he was 34 years old.Although the unexpected car accident failed to take his life, it made him pay a heavier price than death.He lost his beloved wife and young daughter, and he was left with serious aftereffects in a car accident-the fingers of his right hand, which are used to hold the pen, can no longer bend normally.

Marcel has since missed the painting circle.

This is undoubtedly a huge blow to him at a young age.

After a three-year slump, he slowly began to learn to write with his left hand.With his strong love for art, he successfully transformed from a painter to an art teacher.In the lecture hall, he passed on his unfulfilled dreams to generations of students, continuing his lifelong career in such a special way.

Zou Yu is no stranger to such a legendary painter and mentor, but unfortunately, like most people, her knowledge of Marcel stays in the textbook "History of Western Art".

Many versions of "History of Western Art" only focus on introducing Marcel's paintings and his life experience, and the only portrait of Marcel himself is a very serious suit photo.No matter what, Zou Yu would never associate the old man in front of him with him.

This dramatic meeting caused Zou Yu to be full of embarrassment, and she silently greeted all the publishers at home and abroad in her heart.

Zou Yu hurried back to the apartment when the rain was falling sporadically.

It was a studio that was simply remodeled by her, and the living room at the entrance is now an empty and clean studio.Due to the high terrain, you can see the sea not far away from the window on the right side of the studio.

The salty sea breeze was blowing into the room at this moment, and the dark curtains were lifted high by the wind, messing up the drawing paper scattered on the table.The beads at the bottom of the curtain collided with each other, making a rustling sound, and the crisp sound was particularly pleasant amidst the roar of the sea wind.

Zou Yu put down the painting box in his hand, stepped forward and closed the window tightly.She bent down, picked up the scattered white paper one by one, and flicked off the dust on the paper.On the steps outside the glass window, as far as the eye can see, the leaves of several pots of green plants are trembling in the wind.

There is a large easel not far from the window. On the right side of the easel, there is a three-tiered small shelf, on which some brushes and paints are randomly placed. In front of the shelf is the big table. Zou Yu raised his hand and put back all the white papers he picked up.

Next to the wall on the left side of the window is a large floor-to-ceiling bookcase, on which are placed some blank canvases, various commonly used painting tools and books, and some of Zou Yu’s paintings are also stored in the bookcase.

The wall of the studio is empty, except for a blue clock hanging in the center.

Different from the habit of some painters, Zou Yu doesn't like to hang her works everywhere. In her opinion, paintings are like diaries, each painting records a special time, more or less Mixed with the author's feelings at the time of creation, joy, melancholy, longing, joy, sadness, pain...

The past is not suitable to always be in front of the face, people always have to look forward, even the best memories can only be read occasionally.Only by not loving the past can we live up to the future.

A door to the left of the studio leads to the bedroom, while a door in the center leads to the kitchen.Zou Yu reached out and touched his somewhat damp hair, then turned around and walked to the left.

The layout in the bedroom is very simple, a large round bed is placed in the center, there are two small cabinets on each side of the bed, and not far from the left bed cabinet, there is another one that occupies the entire wall. large wardrobe.

The bedroom is connected to a small balcony. The balcony is facing away from the window. There is a large desk built into the wall. The desk is very clean. There is only a small mirror and some skin care products commonly used by girls on it.The top of the desk is designed as a bookshelf, and some books and notebooks are scattered on it.

This desk was left by the original landlord, and it was the only old thing that Zou Yu kept in the whole room, but she also repainted it with white paint.

Opposite the bedroom was another room with a locked door.

The author has something to say:

so few people...

Wronged……

Chapter 3

Zou Yu packed a few clothes in the cabinet, then turned and walked into the bathroom next to the kitchen.

The kitchen is as neat and tidy as the bedroom. Zou Yu sometimes cooks here, and most of the time he goes to Marcel's house for dinner.

The kind old couple had no children, and the arrival of Zou Yu really made Mrs. Martin happy for a long time.After several years of getting along, Mr. and Mrs. Martin have already surpassed the scope of teachers in her heart. They are like friends and even relatives.

Zou Yu quickly came out of the shower, wiped his hair briefly, and then turned his gaze back to the easel in front of the window.

On the easel is an unfinished sketch. A woman's silhouette is in the center of the picture. Her head is slightly turned to the right, but her face is still blank.

Zou Yu stood in front of the window, watching the raindrops gather into a silver line along the eaves.The scenery outside the window gradually became blurred, and she suddenly felt a little tired, so she slowly squatted down and buried her head in her legs.

In the season of early spring and March, the stony ground was still a bit cold to sit on, Zou Yu shivered involuntarily, and hugged his arms tightly.

She feels cold.

The wind and rain outside became more and more urgent, and the green radish on the window sill drooped its leaves, swaying in the strong wind, and seemed to have wilted in the bad weather that is rare in this small town.

Zou Yu was awakened by the barking of dogs, she raised her head, the sky was completely dark, the light from the street lamp outside the window came in, and she could just see the easel in front of her clearly.She slowly raised her hand, and gently stroked the white paper that was already stained with some chao.

Suddenly, she grabbed the pen by her side, and with the dim light coming in through the glass window, she outlined the facial features of the woman in the painting with two strokes and three strokes.

It was a delicate side face, and the woman's eyes were slightly closed above the tall bridge of the nose.Her lips were slightly upturned, as if she was in some pain, and also seemed to contain a hint of coquettish anger.Zou Yu looked at the familiar face in front of him almost greedily, and couldn't help being a little crazy.

How long has it been since that person had heard from her.

In such a night, Zou Yu lost all her usual rationality, she murmured her name, and let Missing crazily eat her heart.Memories mixed with despair came in waves, and the darkness swept over, trying to drag her into a deeper abyss.

Zou Yu felt that he could hardly breathe.

With a strong sense of suffocation, she touched the switch and turned on the lamp. The bright light made her temporarily close her eyes.She leaned on the corner of the wall and panted heavily.After calming down for a while, she walked to the window and pulled it hard, the dark black-out curtain instantly blocked the world outside the window.

She turned around and spread out the drawing paper, and on one piece of yellow paper after another, she described every vivid expression of her in the depths of her memory stroke by stroke.

She fell asleep when the sky was white, and woke up at noon.

The sun after the rain was extremely scorching, Zou Yu picked up the sketch paper scattered all over the floor, together with the ruined oil painting from yesterday, and threw them into the locked room.

Outside the window, it's a brand new day.

It was already afternoon when Zou Yu arrived at Marcel's house.

It was a small two-story villa located on a promontory, and the entire wall was painted white.The slender green vines at the entrance were pulled upwards, winding and covering half of the wall, and the soft jinggān climbed over the windows and spread towards the roof.Some sporadic reds can already be seen near the attic window, and petite roses bloom quietly in the strong wind of the cliff.