My years as a menswear boss

In 2018, Paris.

Anatole Dupont, the curator, saw off the last group of visitors. He stood in the hall and stretched, and accidentally got a cramp. He clutched his waist and said to himself, "Sure enough, we should consider retirement. .”

He is 70 years old and has worked in the Utopia Art Museum for 40 years. When the curator was young, he saw Luo Xi and missed his life. Of course, it was the painting of this Fauvist painter.

With his passion, he came to the art museum to work as a guide, and doing similar work every day did not dampen the enthusiasm in Anatole's heart. He knew Simon Roche's life by heart and was familiar with every piece of the artist. Little things, even unofficial histories, he read them with the attitude of reading stories.

He saved money to buy several expensive high-end imitations.

This kind of working status can not help but be appreciated by the old curator Pierre.When Pierre retired, he tried his best to overcome all opinions and made Anatole the youngest curator of the Utopia Art Museum.

Anatole did not expect that the curator has been in office for 40 years, and the name Simon Roche has penetrated into his bones, far beyond his life.

He and his wife also got married because of Utopia. Jeanne loved Van der's paintings. The young Jeanne chose Utopia between the Van der Museum and Utopia in the Netherlands, and she became the guide of the Utopia Van der Pavilion.

Jeanne believes that Vander regards Roche as his only true friend in this life, and he must prefer the art museum of his friend rather than the museum established by later generations.

Anatole and Jeanne have a marriage that is envied by the world. They are like-minded, they are each other's soul mates, and they have raised a pair of children.

Let's grow old together in Utopia, and introduce this ancient art museum to people from all over the world.

Coupled with the fact that Utopia has the autographs of various art masters, visitors can experience the centuries-old history and stand in front of his masterpieces with their favorite painters to appreciate the paintings.

Anatole bent down to pick up the mineral water bottle on the ground, and went to the trash can in the corner to throw it away. He looked up and found a person standing in the exhibition hall of Rosie's youth.

'A lingering tourist? ’ Anatole thought, he was used to this, Rosie’s paintings always make people addicted to them, forgetting time for a while.

"Mister is closed." He said to the man.

"If you like Utopia very much, you can come to visit it tomorrow. We are open from Monday to Friday."

Anatole's tone was friendly, and he noticed that the tourists were looking at the portrait called "The Count of Monte Cristo" with their backs turned to him.

The Count of Monte Cristo in the portrait has a dignified temperament. He wears gorgeous robes and looks at the viewers with gentle eyes.

Everyone who has seen this painting said that the Count of Monte Cristo seems to be walking out of the portrait in the next second.

Anatole found that the other party still ignored him, so he boldly walked behind this unruly visitor, "Sir?"

The young man in front of the portrait turned around with a warm and clear voice, "Good evening, Mr. Curator."

Anatole looked at the rare golden eyes in front of him in disbelief, his brain lost track of reason on the spot, and he said dully, "Good evening, Mr. Rosie."

The young man nodded slightly, his beast-like eyes were full of warmth, "What should I call you?"

"Anatole Dupont." The aged curator said dryly, and all the eloquence he was proud of on weekdays disappeared without a trace at this moment.

"Well, Mr. Dupont..."

"No no no, please call me Anatole!"

"Okay, Anatole, do you want to drink tea together?" Jiqiu asked softly.

"Of course, it's my honor." Anatole finally regained some sanity, his heart was beating fast, as if it was going to pop out of his chest, 'Oh my god, am I in a dream? '

'Roxi invited me to drink tea! '

' How I wish time would stop at this moment. '

When Jiqiu came to the self-service coffee machine, she blinked.After a while, two cups of steaming hot drinks came out automatically.

She walked to the rest chair with two cups of black tea, and handed the cup in her right hand to Anatole.

Anatole thanked him in a low voice. He picked up his cup and took a sip, only to find that the young man on the opposite side was frantically adding milk and sugar to the tea, and the seasoning bags in his hand had piled up into a mini hill.

'Did he take the whole box of sugar packets from the self-service coffee machine? ! '

Jiqiu stirred the black tea with a straw, she smiled shyly, "I have a sweet taste, so I brought a lot of sugar packets and milk jugs."

"As long as you are happy, this is your art gallery." Anatole felt that he saw a mischievous child at home.

"No, this is an art gallery that belongs to everyone, and art belongs to everyone." Jiqiu corrected him warmly, and she looked up at the murals on the ceiling, "This is Vincent's starry sky. The ceiling decoration of the cafe in the tube was modified to be like this, but the technology at that time could not meet the requirements I wanted.”

"You have maintained it very well, which has exceeded my psychological expectations."

"I never thought that most of my paintings could be handed down to later generations and be loved by everyone. This is the greatest affirmation for me."

"Do you have any questions?" Jiqiu raised her head and looked at the old curator who was over seventy years old. She read his life history from him.

Anatole had a lot of questions in his mind, and he could ask them for three days and three nights in a row.

'Why are you in the gallery? '

'Which is your favorite painting? '

'What is your original intention to embark on the path of art? '

'Is the woman you love the most really Moran's daughter? '

'How did you persevere in that era when Brutalism was not favored? '

'What do you want to say to someone who likes you? '

But in the end Anatol just said, "Is your life happy?"

Jiqiu listened to Anatole's noisy heart, she didn't expect him to ask this question, she smiled, "Simon Rosh is a very happy guy. He has a father, a confidant, a goal, and Far luckier than most."

Anatole felt instantly relieved, the history described him as an apprentice on deck when he was young, and was bullied by others;

The man the youth loves marries another man and remains unmarried;

Unappreciated in the prime of life, not a single painting was sold, and his paintings were not recognized by the world until he could no longer paint in old age.

He took off his glasses and wiped the tears from his eyelids with the back of his hand, "That's really great, just knowing that your life is happy is enough for me."

Jiqiu took out a handkerchief from his pocket, "Okay, Anatole, take me for a stroll, I haven't visited a utopia in the 21st century yet."

Anatole led the young man to the first painting she created at the age of ten, "This "Studio" was created in [-], from which we can see the future painting style of Roche. Historians will describe this This painting is characterized as the origin of Fauvism."

He said to Jiqiu excitedly, "Mr. Luo Xi, your vision is really ahead of the times!"

"Uh, actually this is one of my graffiti, not a painting..." Jiqiu scratched her head in embarrassment, she looked at her black history, and her toes began to dig the floor.

"How could it be! You wrote a sentence on the back of the painting, the first work of Fauvism!"

Anatole waved his arms, he exaggerated every line on it, and analyzed Roxi's mood when he was painting.

It was clearly written on his face, 'No one knows Simon Roche better than me. '

"Sorry, the term Fauvism was invented by my father." Jiqiu pressed his shoulders to prevent the old man from accidentally blinking, "You have been a father before, so you can understand the kind of parents who think about everything their children do. Show off your mentality to outsiders."

"He brought my graffiti to the house of the Duke of Tuscany as a guest. His Excellency the Duke asked him which painting school this painting belongs to. My father didn't want to embarrass me. He said casually that this painting belongs to Fauvism."

Jiqiu felt quite a headache when she thought about this matter. She did not expect that after the Duke of Tuscany passed away, Dantès bought the painting back from the Duke's son at a huge price and put it in the Utopia Art Museum.

"Is this... the real origin of Fauvism?" Anatole's momentum weakened, and the three views he had constructed for a long time collapsed.

"It's absurd, but it's the truth." Jiqiu rubbed her eyebrows, she thought of the origin of the mess, some said she was the incarnation of a tiger, some said she was instructed by Athena, the most important thing was this There are still people who believe in this outrageous statement.

"What about this painting?" Anatole pointed to the charcoal drawing on the other side. The paper had turned yellow, but it was preserved intact. This was attributed to the Count of Monte Cristo, who collected all Roche's paintings. Including some waste manuscripts, it was not until someone sorted out his belongings that these precious works were discovered.

Jiqiu is about to become a character in "The Scream", "How can this painting still be handed down?!"

"This is a very meaningful painting. It is the first painting in your life. Only the Count of Monte Cristo can spend a lot of money and use the top craftsmanship of that era to preserve a piece of draft paper. This is not only art, but also the most precious in the world. The top few cultural relics." Anatole explained seriously.

"But why did you put it down?" Jiqiu asked, covering his head.

"Isn't this your abstract expression?!" Anatole was startled, he felt that his world was being reshaped, "This painting was put here by the Earl."

"Couldn't the count see what you were painting then?"

"Do you expect a five-year-old to draw a world-famous painting?"

Jiqiu asked back, staring at Anatole's expression, she found that he really thought so.

Fortunately, the next visit went smoothly, and she saw a lot of new works added after the death of Simon Roche.

"The stars are shining, this is exactly what I want to see." Jiqiu said while sitting on a bench in the exhibition hall.

With a relaxed smile, Anatole was no longer as frightened as he was at the beginning, "It would be great if your friends could also visit this era."

"They have seen it, and those works are their eyes." Jiqiu said warmly.

Anatole felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and finally fell asleep uncontrollably.

It wasn't until the patrolling security guard Culis came to work in the morning that he found the curator sleeping on the bench and quickly woke him up, "Mr. Dupont, are you okay?!"

Anatole opened his eyes and looked at the blanket on his body, which is an emergency comfort blanket for the art museum, "Is it already morning?"

"Yes, why are you here? Mrs. Dupont is anxiously looking for your whereabouts!"

Curris looked at Anatole who was safe and sound, and breathed a sigh of relief, "It's fine. '

"Oh, I'll call Jeanne back now, no, I'm going home now!" Anatole sat up and walked towards the gate of the art gallery with a blanket on his body.

Curris looked at the old butler's striding figure, "Is he really a 70-year-old man?" '

Anatole wanted to go home immediately and tell his wife about his adventure.

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