Chapter 6 The Passed Hope

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Nigel took a deep breath, with a very complicated expression: "I'm not the 'genius young painter' they advocated. I'm a despicable person who lives by selling his dreams and passions... Extremely hypocritical. Humanity.

"Since then, I have made up my mind that I will never rely on paper ji to sell or deal with my own scraps. Just as I made up my mind to no longer rely on the financial support of my parents to live on. This made my life, which was still rich, immediately changed. It was quite difficult. When I was really earning my living expenses, I finally realized... If I only rely on my own ability, I will never grow to this level.

"Even if my family is willing to provide me with money for food and lodging, even after I settle down, I can practice as hard as I do when I live outside... But just buying canvases and paints is the money necessary for practice. , is already a very large amount.

"When I really couldn't paint anymore, I was forced to start selling scraps. At that time, people said that my talents had been exhausted, and the masters publicly criticized my painting attitude for being too perfunctory.

"Countless people are cursing me, and people who have bought my paintings have also written to express their disappointment. However, only I know that these scraps are my true level; Even the masterpieces that I can touch are directly regarded as perfunctory works by them.

"But every one of my paintings is painted with all my strength... I really didn't... I didn't perfunctory..."

After he finished speaking, he sighed deeply: "It's just that I'm too incompetent... it's just."

This is not a story worth hearing.

Covered with tears and dust.

Just thinking about it made him tired.

"and then?"

After a brief silence, Annan asked softly: "How did you break free from it and become a famous painter?"

"It's a long story," Nigel said slowly. "At the time when I was at my worst, I found an old book. It recorded the ritual of summoning the skeleton..."

Hearing this sentence, Annan and Lin Yiyi raised their heads and looked at each other.

They were clearly aware of something.

Jiu'er immediately interjected at this moment: "Then what? Did you use the above ritual?"

"No,

Because my mother warned me that the above ritual is fake. "

Nigel shook his head: "When I was scolded by everyone, I finally returned home in embarrassment. But beyond my expectations... My parents did not laugh at me, nor did they force me to become a wizard.

"I also hesitated for a long time, and finally gave up this opportunity, chose to trust my mother, and admitted my lack of talent. So I found a job doing accounting and went out to work.

"I don't want to take Zhiji's hard work for granted - she's my god and my idol. But I also don't want to live on my parents... Because I ran away from home back then, I didn't have that face and was running away in embarrassment. When I get home, I can continue to paint at home like nothing else."

He took a deep breath and said solemnly, "I finally... chose Yaon."

"Jaon?"

"Yes. Since my mother said that there may be deceptions hidden in the rituals of these false gods, then I am asking for help like a god. His painting habits and many doubts were written into letters and sacrificed to Yaweng through rituals.

"I didn't plan to get a response at first... But in the end, I didn't expect that Yaon actually wrote me a reply."

The middle-aged painter sighed: "I doubt that I am really someone who is pitied by the gods.

"Although the letter was full of contemptuous insults and criticism, everything in it was an extremely accurate comment. He circled every questionable part of my painting with a caustic comment. But to be honest, every part of his evaluation is straight to the point. In addition, there is also the painting that Yaon repainted by himself, which I am most dissatisfied with... To be honest, it is the most beautiful painting I have ever seen in my life.

"I read this letter once, and I cry once. Every time I read it, I doubt whether I have the talent for painting and whether I want to go down this road... But when I gritted my teeth and followed Yaon's criticism, I practiced. , but has really made great progress.

"I just endured the humiliation, read Yaon's revisions and practiced repeatedly. I even recited every sentence of the letter in the end. It took me eight years to fully digest Yaon's criticism... And At that time, I was thirty years old and took over my father's job.

"I'm still painting in my spare time, but no one knows... the Treasurer of the Viscount is the 'Nigel' who was famous ten years ago. People have even forgotten my existence - and there are people who suspect that I have committed suicide, so The few inferior works I sold in the end turned out to be 'paintings that made genius painters commit suicide', and their value increased ridiculously. The appreciation was much more expensive than my proud works.

"I tried my best and spent a year painting a painting that I am most satisfied with. I dedicated it to Javon again, but he soon painted me with better clothes, with new criticism. But My belief can no longer be destroyed by him - I just want to be a famous painter. To be famous again when everyone forgets me, to become rich by painting, and I will buy the paper girl of the past for my dream Single, all settled...

"So under the advice of Yaon, I went through another four years of asceticism. I sought approval from Yaon again, and then I was scolded back. This was repeated twice, when I was forty-two years old... Yaon finally Reply to my message.

"—He said, 'It looks a little like it, let's try and see if I can sell the painting'.

"I burst into tears."

Nigel Elliott said in a hoarse voice with deep emotion: "So I made my debut after twenty years of absence from the art world.

"My goal this time is very simple. I want to become the painter with the most money first, and return Zhi Ji's financial support to me with interest. Then I want to imitate Zhi Ji to travel around the world and record with my paintings. Everything I've seen... In the end I'm going to give up all my wealth and go to Denisoya to serve the arts for life.

"Now, I have completed the first goal. After I met Zhi Ji, I gave Zhi Ji the house in my royal capital, all the deposits and cash, as a token of gratitude... After all, I have already There is no shortage of money. Because I can at least make ends meet by painting a picture.

"Next, I'm going to travel around the world. The first stop is the Cold Wind Fortress in the province of San Felix. I want to see what the cold wind is rumored to be able to cut directly to the flesh; I want to see , Is it really splashing water into ice in the Cold Wind Fortress?

"I also want to see what the frost beast is like. I want to see if the world I see will be different after I have been drained of all positive emotions."

Annan felt Nigel's eyes shining brightly.

It was a brilliance similar to the light in his own eyes.

Today, he can be called a real painter.

"...The Principality of Winter is very dangerous."

Annan warned in a low voice.

Nigel smiled: "I'm not going to die. My life is still precious. When I'm about to die of old age, I will sponsor a few poor students who love painting and pass on what I have learned in my life to them--

"—Pass on the kindness Zhiji gave me in the past, the hopes and dreams that she gave me."

The way he looked at Annan... There was no trace of love between men and women in the eyes that looked through Annan and saw Zhi Ji.

But glowing longing.

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