Ring Game [Unlimited]

"Of course, my Mr. Jess."

Fu Xing bent down and reached out to Mr. Jess.

Mr. Jess raised his head, Fu Xing was against the light, and the sun shone through his slightly curly brown hair. At this moment, Fu Xing was like a god in Jess' eyes.

The god stretched out his hand to him, and the god said that he would take him out of this hell.

He wants to grab the hand of the gods, he wants to be redeemed.

He wants to be himself.

your real self.

"Mr. Fu...I..."

"I'm listening, you're talking."

Mr. Jess lowered his head, and took out three other paints from his pocket, plus the titanium dioxide in his hand.

"These three paints were all given to me by you. I... I am very grateful to you. You left this white one in my room, so I... I secretly hid it."

Fu Xing nodded, indicating that he knew.

"I actually...I like painting very much. Our family has been painters for generations. They are very famous. They can bring a lot of wealth to the family through their works...but I...but I clearly I worked so hard, but I was never recognized!"

"Mr. Fu, as you said, you should be absolutely serious about art, but... but do you know what they did after they became famous? They used their fame to act recklessly, scribbling, like that A painting is not a painting at all, and when I criticize... what I receive is the abuse of the world, and they say that I..."

Fu Xing took a deep breath and said, "Say you don't understand art."

"Correct!"

Mr. Jess' eyes were horribly red.

He covered his face with his hands and tried his best to suppress his sobs.

Fu Xing understood Mr. Jess's words very well, and this phenomenon still emerges endlessly in contemporary art.

Those so-called famous masters, after becoming famous, rely on their so-called fame and their so-called popularity to mess around with their works.

If people in the world can't understand it, they will pretend to be "advanced in thinking" and not be understood.

Not popular, never because the works are not good, but because the public has no aesthetics.

He countered with rhetoric such as "Artists are not understood", "My works are too profound, and the public cannot understand the meaning", "I said that I cannot have both interests in the market and artistic ideals".

But these people never deserve the words.

There are too many people like this, and Fu Xing is around, which is one of the reasons why he suspended his studies at home. profound".

Whenever people ask those "big artists", "Why don't you choose to cater to the market?"

The answer of the "big artist" has always been: "I don't want to treat my work like this."

Good one is not willing!

Mr. Jess continued: "Later, my family and I drifted apart. The ancestors of our family have always taught us to be kind to the poor. Every year we donate money to the orphanage, but...but my brothers Sisters, they are obviously so capable, but they have forgotten this original intention."

"But I...but I don't have money, I don't have as much fame as them, and I don't have any status... No one wants to listen to what I say..."

"So are you borrowing money to donate to the orphanage?" Wang Jingjing asked with her lips curled up.

Don't forget to murmur

"No! I didn't! I earned that money myself! I didn't borrow money...!"

Mr. Jess quickly denied it.

"The money you made from selling paintings?" Qi Zefeng also began to participate, and he had a hunch that if the communication went well this time, the dungeon would basically be over.

But after it was over, there were still a lot of things waiting for him, President Qi, to go back and deal with it.

"Yes......"

Fu Xing found that every time Mr. Jess was interrupted, his speech was somewhat inconsistent, so he gave them a look and signaled them not to speak for the time being.

"Then what? Mr. Jess?" Fu Xing tried his best to ask in the most peaceful voice.

It was the first time for the players to see Mr. Fu Xing with such a gentle side.

"I met my teacher. He was David. I met him when I went to the flower market to buy plaster statues. He was a well-bred businessman. I was very poor at that time and often didn't even have the money to buy painting materials. I couldn't afford food. , I will sell the few jewels left by the family."

"I use the cheapest paints, brushes, canvas... I really want to use the same paint tools as the masters...but my financial ability can't support my art expenses..."

"Mr. David, he...he said he admired me, said he was willing to support me unconditionally, gave me the best paints, gave me the best brushes, and said that he would give me the materials of the world's famous paintings. What kind of materials should be used, he said that I am the best artist in the world."

"He said that I am worth it, that I have to be confident, that I have to open my own door, and not be imprisoned in my own world!"

"Later... Later I started to paint, and began to imitate Italian oil painters, oil painting styles from various countries and periods. David was like my teacher. He not only supported me financially, but also professionally. Guide me spiritually, even though everyone says David is a businessman."

"But here, he will always be my teacher."

"I met him at the age of 27. That was the most embarrassing time in my life. I was poor, ugly, and full of hostility. No one wanted to approach me, but he accompanied me step by step. "

"Mr. David has been with me for ten years, but he is old, so he took a step ahead...I wanted to accompany him but...he said he wanted me to draw well, he said he wanted me to be the best imitator Master, let me be remembered by history..."

Fu Xing's brows became tighter and tighter, the more he heard these words, the more wrong he became.

He quietly turned his head to look at the shriveled head, seeing that he was indeed an old man.

He funded a poor artist, and after ten years of companionship, he actually told him to continue to imitate before he died.

It is imitation rather than creation.

He thought that Mr. David was the artist's white moonlight.

Tsk, it's all under the banner of Bai Yueguang, and found a talented painter to train with great concentration...

To put it bluntly, it is to make fake paintings and sell fake paintings.

Earn this bad money.

What kind of white moonlight is this? If you are someone else's white moonlight, shouldn't you encourage them to find themselves?

Instead of making fakes all the time, being the shadow of others.

What else is being remembered by history? !

Are you kidding me?

Isn't this pushing people into a pit? !

Fu Xing looked at Mr. Jess, who was kneeling on the ground in front of him, and felt that he was really pitiful and hateful.

[The author has something to say: Fu Xing: Mr. Jess has hands but no brains. 】