Ring Game [Unlimited]

Fu Xing was a little annoyed when he heard that, thinking that Mr. Jess was also stupid, he was being used by others and called him a teacher.

Also called for most of my life.

However, the fate of Mr. David did not seem to be so good. Not only was his head cut off, but he was also hidden in a plaster statue.

If it weren't for Wang Jingjing's cup of black tea, the secret of this plaster statue would not have been discovered.

hiss......

Anyway, this artist is not much better, Fu Xing does not want to be a holy father who is full of sympathy.

"What happened after Mr. David died? What did you do?" Fu Xing pointed to the downcast head on the coffee table.

"Is this your masterpiece too, Mr. Jess?"

"I...I just want to keep Mr. David by my side in another way..."

"Tsk, you're really paranoid." Fu Xing whispered, "So where's the money?"

"Money, of course it makes money. Mr. David told me that as long as I am exactly the same as the world's famous paintings, I will be the next Da Vinci, the next Buren Lang, and the next great and outstanding artist."

"I painted their pictures more and more. At Mr. David's funeral, I met many big businessmen, royal families, and nobles. Only then did I know that my teacher David's identity is not simple."

"I drew Mr. David's favorite "The Unknown Girl". There is a saying in the East that you can burn what is for the dead, and he can burn it in the other side of the world, so I think this painting The painting was burned before burial and given to him."

When Mr. David's family arrived, the coffin had already been sealed, and the mutilated corpse was replaced by a real stone statue of David. Mr. Jess personally inserted white chamomile on his chest and covered him with a white cloth.

When David was buried, it was a gray and rainy day. Many people came that day, and they all had the elegance and gentlemanliness of this nobleman.

Mr. Jess remembered that David's daughter was very beautiful, with a pair of light blue eyes, very clean, just like Mr. David's.

He looked at the woman, and he began to miss his teacher again.

At the end of the funeral, he took out the pair of "The Lady with No Name" and prepared to burn it.

The moment the match struck sparks, it fell on the painting, probably because the paint was mixed with turpentine, and it caught fire after just one stroke.

But a woman rushed out of the crowd, this is David's daughter, the blue-eyed woman.

He put on his coat and desperately extinguished the burning painting.

Help began.

The fire was extinguished soon, and even if it was extinguished, no one could change the marks and incompleteness on the painting, just like the death of Teacher David.

Mr. David's daughter seems to be an artist too, but he rarely heard Mr. David mention it.

Her daughter recognized at a glance that it was the masterpiece "The Unknown Girl" by a Russian oil painter. She looked at the painting carefully, touched it lightly, and even leaned closer to smell the oil painting.

I only heard Teacher David's daughter exclaimed, saying that this was his father's favorite painting and that it was real.

Everyone present became uneasy, including himself of course.

Mr. Jess found it unbelievable. He couldn't believe that everyone's face was full of sadness. It was obviously Mr. David's funeral, and the weather was so depressing.

Why can everyone laugh?

Why can they be so excited?

Mr. Jess he doesn't understand.

Until someone held his hands and said: "Excuse me, sir, did you bring this painting?! Can you tell me, how did you get it?"

"Sir, you must have a good relationship with Mr. David, right? You know he likes this painting... Oh, to introduce myself, I am Mr. David's former neighbor. I want to get to know you, sir."

This is the second person.

"May I take the liberty to ask you about a painting? Although this occasion is very inappropriate, I think you can definitely help me."

This is the third person.

Followed by the fourth...

the fifth......

It seemed that everyone had forgotten that this was Teacher David's funeral.

Mr. Jess could not see mourning, sadness, or hear crying in their expressions.

It seems that he is the only one in the whole world who remembers the death of Mr. David, and only he will be sad and cry for him.

He stood there in a daze, and those businessmen, nobles, and royals kept stuffing addresses and phone numbers into his hands.

Said, looking forward to his reply.

He suddenly realized that it turned out that a person can die so silently without being remembered by anyone.

Even a funeral can be turned into a deal.

What surprised him even more was that even Mr. David's daughter was like those people.

After Mr. David's funeral, he locked a person in a room for seven days.

He dried the body, he made him into a plaster cast.

Keep David by his side forever.

Mr. Jess hugged Teacher David, and he laughed at himself: "Look, teacher, we are all the same people."

"Your pursuit and the people around you, have you already seen clearly, that's why you chose to leave."

"You originally said that it was a pleasure to meet me. I thought it was just your politeness to me."

"I understand now that you are from the heart."

"You and I are the same people, people who respect art."

"Do you know? At your funeral, I just burned a painting of mine. You know how ridiculous those people are?"

"They thought, they thought it was a real painting. They thought I was a collector, and they wanted to know me, and wanted me to help them find the paintings they wanted."

"They are willing to give me a lot of money, tsk... what a madman!"

Mr. Jess slowly began to write letters to those rich people according to their addresses, inviting them to visit the castle.

Deliberately hang the paintings they want in the most obvious position in the living room, and of course he will also put the plaster statue of Mr. David in the living room.

Even though David was dead, he wanted him to see the faces of these people.

Slowly, Mr. Jess became more and more famous in the wealthy circle, and everyone he knew and didn't know came to him to buy paintings.

They all knew that Mr. Jess always had some special way of getting the paintings they wanted.

Of course, there are also jealous "colleagues" who even pay a high price to hire someone to verify the authenticity of the painting, but this painting is perfect and has no flaws.

Even a world-class treasure appraiser can't tell the difference.

Mr. Jess is getting more and more crazy, and he draws more and more paintings.

Sell ​​more and more.

And each of these money was saved by him.

Every year on Thanksgiving, he will donate to welfare homes around the world in the name of "David".

He wanted his teacher David to be remembered and appreciated by the world forever.

With his share.

[The author has something to say: I have absolute respect for world masterpieces and artists.

The damage to the famous works in this article is only necessary for the plot. The real famous works are now in the Tretyakov Art Museum.

The article is interspersed with the memories of Mr. Jess. Of course, the story of the artist is basically coming to an end here.

I want to express a lot, and some topics are too heavy or sensitive, so it is not easy to intersperse them in the book~

After all, reading is for entertainment~

Still happy first! ! !

(Whispering softly) Thank you for reading my book~~owo]