Cos Verlaine's I crossed

who do you think You Are?

People who are not beautiful enough, why should I draw a portrait of you?

Oscar Wilde almost blurted it out.

He is only 27 years old, has a very high status in the UK, and has numerous friends. Both the British government and the Queen begged him to draw more figure paintings.He is a self-proclaimed esthete, and he has seen countless beauties in his life. I don't know how many people have offered beauties to please him, but they have not been favored by him.

He likes beautiful, preferably noble and flawless people.

Because he is extremely picky and can't tolerate defective products, he changes his lovers like changing clothes, and if he is slightly unattractive, he will be disgusted.This kind of behavior lasted until he met the son of the Marquis Douglas, and he realized that the top beauty in the world can crush everything, and everyone else is just passing by.

He is pursuing Alfred Douglas at the moment, but the distinguished Alfred Douglas ignores him. He can't raise a trace of shame, he can only lament that he can't impress the other party.

Considering himself a gentleman, Oscar Wilde missed Douglas Jr.'s face, suppressed the ungentlemanly words, and politely refused: "Mr. Blonde, painting is time-consuming and requires communication between the artist and the model. Let me think about it carefully. Today probably isn't the right time."

"I have a lot of time." Arthur Rimbaud has a lot of time to waste, "Do you think I'm not worth your time? Or are you saying that what you praised me before were all lies?"

Arthur Rimbaud strode forward, aggressive with those blue eyes, he piled up explosive emotions in his broken love.

"My soul comes from far away Bohemia, and I am more fanatical than the world. My talent comes with the wind and is inexhaustible. My footsteps chase eternity, just like the sun that never sets."

"I can do anything, I want to do everything, I am as confident as anyone else, I am unique!"

"I am like this - I don't deserve to let you paint?"

The momentum is too strong.

The lava was erupting, and that was just Rimbaud's arrogance.

Oscar Wilde was taken aback by the question.

Some people, even if they don’t come from rich clothes and rich food, their pride is better than princes and nobles, and their eyes are so sharp that they can penetrate the decadent life and hurt those who have forgotten the wildness and follow the rules.

Arthur Rimbaud's life is a Bohemian Rhapsody!

He wants to live a wonderful life vigorously!

Not far away, Oscar Wilde's attendants watched this scene vigilantly. Just by looking at his appearance, the attendants knew that this was not someone Mr. Wilde admired, and they actually took Mr. Wilde's polite words seriously.

Seeing that his boss was in a difficult situation, the attendant came over, intending to come forward to help him refuse.

Oscar Wilde's attention was captured by those eyes, and his heart trembled wildly, thinking of a sentence: This man's eyes are art.

Seeing him like this, Arthur Rimbaud said arrogantly, "To paint or not to paint?"

Oscar Wilde intentionally resisted this partial beauty of art, but his mouth eccentrically said: "Painting."

After the words fell, his attendant opened his mouth wide.

Has your aesthetic changed?

Oscar Wilde came to his senses and forcibly covered it up: "You've said it to this point, how can I be a dishonest person, I am actually very interested in all the scenery on the side of the road, and I have drawn all kinds of people, such as old people , children are my subjects for painting.”

Oscar Wilde snapped his fingers and ordered briskly, "Bring me my painting tools, and I'll paint for him on the street."

The attendant replied: "Please wait a moment, I will get it from the car right away."

Arthur Rimbaud was puzzled: "In the car?"

Oscar Wilde said: "I got out of the car temporarily for a walk, and then I met you sitting here. I put some commonly used painting tools in my car in case of emergency."

In fact, Oscar Wilde regretted going out a bit. Today, he had to waste some time on painting people.

Arthur Rimbaud was quite satisfied with the explanation given by the British painter, which is considered a quality that a painter should have.

Arthur Rimbaud consulted the other to learn how to pose, and Oscar Wilde patiently chose angles for him.

Arthur Rimbaud asked: "Are you a professional painter?"

Oscar Wilde held a private exhibition: "Something."

Arthur Rimbaud remembered that when he was painted in the [-]th century, he was a little close. He smiled, his teeth were white, and the canines were slightly sharp. "I will lend you the right to portrait for free."

Oscar Wilde: "...I'm only going to paint your back."

Don't worry, he doesn't care about your likeness.

Arthur Rimbaud said freely: "No problem! Draw me better, I am a rare handsome man in a hundred years!"

Oscar Wilde was amused, simply because he thought the man was funny.

When it comes to narcissism, Oscar Wilde will not take the second place, proudly said: "You should feel honored to be selected by me to paint, and it will be something worth bragging about in your life in the future."

Arthur Rimbaud took out his mobile phone: "Report your name, and I'll search for your masterpieces."

Oscar Wilde dodges the subject: "Forget it."

Arthur Rimbaud didn't delve into it, so he clicked on the mobile game and played Snake, which modern people no longer play.

Oscar Wilde waited for a while, and the attendants brought painting tools, all of which were first-class high-end items, so expensive that a knowledgeable person would be stunned. After all, Oscar Wilde was not a person short of money.

Arthur Rimbaud wondered: "Are these paints expensive?"

Oscar Wilde replied: "Your hair and eyes are worth painting with my exclusive collection of paints."

Speaking of this, Oscar Wilde was very regretful. He collected the most beautiful blue and gold paints in the world, just because Alfred Douglas was a peerless beauty with blond hair and blue eyes. He wanted to paint for him and please him Huanxin, it was used in vain on passers-by today.

Oscar Wilde sat down behind the easel with a bit of bitterness, and began to draw lines for the characters first: "When I start painting, you keep the action just now, and you are not allowed to turn your face away."

Arthur Rimbaud made an "OK" gesture.

At this moment, the painter's words are the biggest.

The attendant held up an umbrella, trying to shade Mr. Wilde from the scorching sun.

Oscar Wilde entered the state of painting, focusing on describing his first feelings, and said indifferently: "Don't block the light."

The attendant understood, put away the umbrella decisively, and came to the crowd as a background board.

He decided not to remind Mr. Wilde of skin care today, and let the other party start screaming tomorrow, who said that the attendants don't have a dark heart.

In the square of London, the crowd enjoying street performances by artists gradually noticed the difference next to them. Someone was painting on the spot, a painter who was full of dignity, coquettishness and beauty, and a painter who was sitting on a flower bed with his back to the painter, but A model with a perfect back and a hazy profile.

The beauty of art knows no age, no national boundaries, Arthur Rimbaud conquered those passers-by with his back view.

The temperature for painting outdoors was still too high. Oscar Wilde's forehead was sweating, his expression was calm, focused, and his mood was as stable as an old dog.He used sophisticated techniques to draw lines without thinking, and the speed of each stroke was all the valuable experience he honed during the war years.

Oscar Wilde, professional painter, amateur painter, the portraits he painted either entered the government's vault or entered Oscar Wilde's collection room, and were rarely exhibited to the public.

Oscar Wilde was the same age as Lan Tang.

He was born in Ireland, England, and has been stationed in London all year round. He is a social expert, and his ability is called "Portrait".

One of dozens of transcendents all over the world!

Oscar Wilde also found it amused that things had turned out this way.I put down my work in the afternoon, went out for a walk, and met a back view that made my heart flutter, but I didn't expect that the back view was deceiving people.

Oscar Wilde stared at the back of Arthur Rimbaud, the lines on the back of the shoulders were so powerful, exuding masculine charm.

This person is not feminine at all, and his personality is extremely tough.

Oh no.

He also looked at the earlobes under Arthur Rimbaud's hair. Under the long golden hair, the earlobes showed a different kind of softness.

White and tender, like jade beads.

Oscar Wilde painted it emphatically here.

Immediately afterwards, Oscar Wilde sharply noticed the subtle color difference between the whiteness of the earlobes and the cheeks. Is that the dust that God accidentally wiped on when he created a human being?

Under highly concentrated observation, Oscar Wilde guessed a possibility and thought unexpectedly: 【He wears a human skin mask? 】

No wonder the back looks better than the front!

With such a back, it is generally not ugly!

For the first time, Oscar Wilde checked himself to see if he was induced by others during the process from going out to taking a walk.No, he was going to go shopping in a luxury store, and getting out of the car was an accidental event, he would call people back, and calling himself a painter was also his random behavior.

Those who are familiar with him know that he loves beauties, and if he wants to meet Wilde, he will only touch porcelain with well-prepared beauties.

Oscar Wilde had all sorts of vigilance in his mind, and it took only one minute to analyze the motivation, dispel the vigilance, and paint with peace of mind.

Oscar Wilde smiled at the real accident.

[Hey, you don’t know, my superpower is “portrait”, which is a highly secretive secret of the British government. 】

[Dare to ask me to draw a picture for you, but you still wear a mask! 】

[It's too insulting to my eyesight! 】

Oscar Wilde thought about it, if the other party's disguise was not for the purpose of mingling with him, then it is a very normal thing for an extremely proud person to let himself paint.

Who would have thought that a painter could be so observant and know the flaws of all the masks on the market?

Oscar Wilde became cheerful.

He wrote faster.

Arthur Rimbaud couldn't maintain his movements for too long, and the slack in his bones revealed that he was a person who didn't like to pose.

"Hurry up, Mr. Painter."

"understood."

It is much easier to draw a figure from the back than a figure from the front.

Three hours later, Oscar Wilde finished his work. Many passers-by walked away after watching him. After all, the beauty of the artistic conception is worse than the back view, which is far less difficult than drawing a face.

Oscar Wilde did not say that he was finished, but admired the back view in his painting. If people do not look back and see the portrait, it is normal to mistake it for a peerless beauty.

Oscar Wilde gave the attendant a wink and told him to disperse one or two passers-by who were watching his painting.

The servant did as ordered.

Oscar Wilde's palm covered the portrait, with a slight distance of one centimeter, and the supernatural power took effect on this portrait.

Although the effect is greatly reduced because the front face is not painted.

【However, it doesn't matter... I don't care what you do when you come to the UK. It's the people from the British Clock Tower who have to worry about national security. I'm just a painter, and I just want to see your face. 】

Under the palm of Oscar Wilde, the portrait changed.

It "lived" over.

Between his fingers, Oscar Wilde saw the "blond-haired man" in the portrait move his shoulders. After a long time in a pose, people would instinctively stretch their waists and move their stiff muscles.

In the flower bed of the oil painting, the blond man was very hot in the sun and took off his mask. The man in the painting perfectly reflected the real thoughts in his heart.

Oscar Wilde's mouth was full of smiles.

It is not in vain that he made the sun in the oil painting big and dazzling, and it really made the person in the painting unbearable.

Behind the mask, the side face of the blond man had snow-white skin, beads of sweat were like melted snow, and his skin color was no less than that of his earlobes. Oscar Wilde was extremely satisfied, and secretly praised his aesthetics for being infallible.

The "blond-haired man" slowly turned his head as if he sensed endless curious gazes behind him.This period of time became anxious, and then, the Nordic god whose true face was exposed by the oil painting smiled narrowly at Oscar Wilde, full of mischief, and a sense of boldness and agility rushed to his face, laughing out the beauty of bohemian wandering.

Some gods sit in the clouds, while others wander in the world.

There is no distinction between high and low.

Beauty is enough.

It is so rare for a top beauty who can break through the limitations of aesthetics, control the soul, and condense all the good things in the world!

Oscar Wilde took a heavy breath, blocked his sight with his palm, but gently covered the face of the person in the portrait.

The "vision" caused by the supernatural power was temporarily suppressed by him.

"I've finished the drawing, come and take a look."

Arthur Rimbaud jumped down from the flower bed, waiting extremely impatiently, and spent the three hours completely in a daze.

He suddenly found that Mr. Painter's smile was much more sincere.

Take a look at the portrait.

Arthur Rimbaud let out a "wow", and couldn't find anything to criticize, "It's so lifelike!"

Oscar Wilde suddenly held his hand, very excited, "This is my most perfect masterpiece, thank you for allowing me to draw this painting, please let me pay for your portrait fee!"

"No... I said I will give it to you for free."

Arthur Rimbaud duplicity, waved off generously.

Oscar Wilde accidentally got paint on the hands of both parties when he was painting. He quickly apologized and found an excuse: "Sorry, I got your hands dirty, let's go to the sink in the restaurant first, and then I really want to share with you." Have dinner and discuss art!"

Arthur Rimbaud was hesitant, he was unfamiliar with each other, and he felt uneasy when he entered the meal sharing session so soon.

Oscar Wilde's brown eyes gave Arthur Rimbaud familiarity again, as harmless as an old friend.

"Mr. Model, you have an unrestrained and romantic soul. When I paint you, I always feel that you will turn around and smile at me."

Oscar Wilde overflowed with praise, humbled like the number one lackey of the beauty god, willing to die for beauty, and it only took one painting for him to go from arrogance to surrender.

"I saw you unfettered in your soul."

"I cry for your beauty."

Oscar Wilde wiped his tears exaggeratedly, shocking his attendants, and Arthur Rimbaud lost his voice and was dragged away.

……

Portraits reflect the truth of the soul.

Thank you in this vulgar world for someone as extraordinary as you.