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The pain of Zhugewen lasted for a few minutes. He gasped, stood up straight, went to the kitchen and poured water. Back to the studio, he accidentally lifted the fallen easel, changed a new drawing board, threw the original drawing board into the garbage bag, and wiped the paint on the floor... All of this, he was well organized and very skilled.
After more than half an hour, he began to paint again, pure landscape painting, no characters. The style is also like the paintings I have seen, quiet and beautiful.
The scene of the dream has changed again.
Zhuge Wen was lying in the hospital's instrument and just finished the inspection.
The dream quickly switches and jumps, with the familiar style of the past dreams.
In the montage effect, I received a lot of messages:
Young painters, talents, praise, brain tumors, treatment...
Zhuge Wen said to the agent responsible for his paintings, auctions and taking care of his daily life: "I can't remember."
The agent surprised: "You lost your memory?"
"I can't remember her name and can't remember her face." Zhuge Wen said confusedly.
"Who?" The agent is also very puzzled.
"I don't know... I don't know who it is, but it's a very important person. I can't remember it... I can't remember it..." Zhugewen's breathing increased and he knocked his head a few times.
The agent quickly stopped him and patiently advised: "It may be forgotten for a while. Otherwise, if you look at the address book, photo album, should you have her name or photo?"
The two men rummaged, but Zhuge Wen denied everyone.
"No."
"not this."
"Not her."
"No." ......
When the broker was to lose patience, Zhugewen saw the birds flying outside the window.
"Birds... Birds... Sparrows... Eagles... Pigeons..." Zhuge Wen began to talk to himself.
The agent stared at Zhuge Wen with some creeps.
Zhuge Wen’s current state of mind is indeed very strange. He is like a madman.
Is it because of this reason that his paintings can have their own spirit, or is it a monster-like spirit? I thought about it.
"A Wen... What are you talking about?" The agent asked awkwardly.
Zhuge Wen suddenly turned his head and scared the agent back.
"It is a bird, it is the name of a bird." Zhuge Wen said.
“What are you forgetting about birds?” the agent asked.
"No, it's a man, a girl, but the name is like a bird. What kind of bird..." Zhugewen got back up.
“Will, is it someone you used to secretly love?” The agent put forward a hypothesis. “You said that there are no photos or contacts. It may be someone you secretly love, where you saw it, and heard someone else’s call. Her name, or her self-introduction, you will write it down...this, forget it, nothing?"
The tail of the broker swallowed back under the contempt of Zhugewen.
"This is very important, very important, and can't be forgotten." Zhuge Wen said, staring at the agent.
The broker can only nod.
I looked at the calendar on the wall.At this time, before Zhugewen was diagnosed with a brain tumor, it may be because of a brain tumor, which made him forget the name.
The timeline of the dream has some jumps.
The next scene is after Zhuge Wen has been treated for a while.
He didn't try to remember the name anymore, and he didn't show any more madness.
This can be said to be the credit of brokers and doctors.
Zhu Gewen painted the girl's back on the advice of the agent, could not see the face, but had a back, which made Zhugewen's emotions calm down.
The series of paintings were named "My Lovers" by the agent, after the number, exhibition, auction.
Zhuge Wen is also famous, but the famous work is not "My Lovers", but his youth paintings, which are a series of abstract paintings.
I don't understand the meaning of his paintings. I only saw a lot of colors and made me think of "games." I don't know if it is because of this, I don't like Zhugewen's work. It may also be because I have seen those monsters, so I can't like his work.
Rego bought a lot of "My Lovers" and hung in the hotel.
Zhuge Wen has seen it and has only seen it.
Next, Zhuge Wen’s life and the hotel seem to be okay.
I did not feel his strong obsession. He also went to reincarnation soon after his death, and did not become a ghost.
Perhaps it is only because of the porcelain bowls and arrays in the hotel that those paintings gave birth to the spirit and gave birth to their own will.
Zhuge Wen is really innocent.
I am very difficult to start with Zhuge. At this moment, I am in a dilemma.
The flash of my mind flashed, and I thought of a way to say that it was the best of both worlds.
Just go back a little bit of time, go and see who Zhugewen’s lover is, and find a way to tell Zhugewen, isn’t it? Zhuge Wen has not forgotten, there will be no "My Lover", there will be no monsters.
Can my dreams be controlled by me?
Dreams are often out of my control, and the montage of jumping time is not from my will.
I just hesitated and found that the dream changed.
Zhugewen became younger, and the canvas on the front was the abstract combination of color blocks.
When the agent waited for him to receive the pen, he said: "A
Smell, you can't always paint such a work. There are too many works of the same type, it is not easy to sell high prices, and your paintings are too similar, that is, they are set as a series, and it is difficult to operate. I see that the recent trend is the style of Talmond, you can try to approach that style. Just don't go that style, the content has to change. ”
Zhuge Wen listened in silence and watched his work. For a long while, he looked at his head in a complicated way. "Good."
"Yeah, ah, ah-"
I was shocked.
The sudden scream of the woman made me can't help but look around.
No, there are no people around, no ghosts.
Where is the call?
It can be recalled that it seems that there was a hint of yin hovering around Zhugewen.
Is it a ghost that is pestering him?
I looked at Zhugewen and found that Zhugewen’s dress had changed.
He put on his winter outfit and stooped to pack things up.
I realized that I was looking at a mirror.Zhuge Wen packed all the painting tools and walked out of the hotel room and put things in the trunk of the car.
He drove the night on a hill, stopped the car, and carried things up to the top of the mountain. Every time I breathe, there is a white mist coming out of his mouth.
He set up an easel at the top of the mountain, sipping hot tea, waiting for the first rays of the morning sun.
Zhuge Wen is writing a sketch. Driving the night train, staying up late, but when he painted, he was a hundred times more energetic, and quickly completed a sunrise map. Under the golden sunlight, it was a neat terrace. This is not an abstract painting, and the style is different from My Lovers.
Zhuge Wen was very satisfied with the paintings and packed things down the mountain.
He yawned and drove down the mountain.
I don't know where this is, but it seems to be a mountain that has been developed to a certain extent. There is only one mountain road that can be used by a car. This kind of place is not uncommon.
Zhuge Wen’s speed is very fast. Seeing his sleepy appearance, he seems to want to get back to the hotel as soon as possible.
Did you meet his lover here?
I was thinking so, the car turned and I saw a girl coming in front of me.
Hey!
The girl was knocked down by a high-speed car. Her face was stuck on the window glass. The body flipped in the air, fell to the ground, and was run over by the wheel.
The car is bumpy and the brakes are harsh.
The sleepiness on Zhugewen’s face disappeared completely.
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