23 years old.

Holland, Kate, and Hayter jointly established the "Iceberg" studio, which included expressionism, Inland landscape painting, Inland romanticism, classicism and other styles.

Revenue for the year totaled £64.

24 years old.

Revenue in the first half of the year totaled 54 pounds. In the second half of the year, Hayter returned home to inherit the family business, with total revenue of 46 pounds.

25 years old.

Because her father was seriously ill, although Kate still retained her identity as a painter at Iceberg Studio, she had already left for home and no longer participated in all activities of the studio. She would only send one or two paintings to Holla from time to time.

Revenue for the year totaled £32.

November of the same year.

Before Kate left, she was responsible for finding a way to sell the paintings. After losing Kate, Halla had almost no channel to sell the paintings alone. She once contacted people from the auction house, but in the end she discovered that her paintings

Most of the works were sold out, and no one bought her works even though the prices were repeatedly lowered.

The wind was freezing and snow was piled outside the window.

"Holla, I appreciate your skills and ideas, but you have to know that no one would hang such a painting in their home." The old man took off his glasses and wiped them gently.

What Hola holds in her hands is one of her most proud works over the years. Although her painting techniques still have room for improvement, she thinks she has incorporated the charm she wants to convey into it.

The blizzard covered the blurred corner. In the corner of this painting, there was a figure huddled outside the house.

This corner of the city was extremely dark, with no light from all the windows, as if the man huddled against the wall was the only resident of the city.

There is no fire and no light.

The old man looked at the painting and said:

"It's so lonely. I have to admit that your works do show despair and loneliness, but compared to those real masters, your use of skills is still relatively unfamiliar. Those collectors with unique aesthetics look down on you.

works, and most people don’t like your type of works.”

The old man took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead:

"Honestly, it's not impossible for me to help you get rid of your type of works. I do admire you, but your works are a bit too outstanding. The feeling of loneliness is so strong that it can make people feel disgusted.

It will scare away those who are not so discerning, and I will not be able to buy your works all the time.

"And those other works of yours, why do you spend so long creating, but every time it is this kind of work that no one likes? If Kate hadn't mentioned to me that your family has good conditions and you are very cheerful.

, I thought you had some psychological problem."

Ha La murmured:

"I always feel like I have to draw them, it's like it's my responsibility."

The old man shook his head:

"You are just a carefree young man, what responsibility do you have? I know you all have your own bottom line, and you are not willing to waste time on those 'vulgar' works, but only those works that are suitable for the public will sell.

Go out, but you have to learn to compromise temporarily in exchange for a certain amount of fame, so that the works you truly love will appear in front of others."

Hala said:

"It's not that I don't want to make money, it's just that every time I pick up a paintbrush, I go directly into a creative state. At that time, I only think about how to draw what I want to paint, and I don't have any spare time to think about how much I can sell.

Money."

The old man put on his glasses again, with a thin layer of fog covering them:

"I've advised you, it's your choice."

Ha La picked up the painting, said thank you, then turned and left.

26 years old,

After four years away from college, this is the first time that Hala has returned home.

Hala was surprised to find that her father was still as young as she had seen him when he was a child.

Moreover, I had never noticed before that the family's manor was actually so large. It was one of the largest manors in Wharton City, and it was located in the West District. Not to mention how much it was worth, this place was not something you could get by just having money.

Bought.

Very rich.

Hewen looked at the young woman standing outside the door with a suitcase:

"Come in, what are you doing standing outside?"

Ha La cautiously walked into this place where she had stayed for a long time. These years had made her reflexively nervous about the luxurious decorations that symbolized money.

Hewen poured her a cup of black tea:

"Why do you think of going home?"

Hala said:

"Because I have no money and can't pay the rent."

Hewen laughed loudly:

"It's okay. As I said, you can come back at any time, as long as you want."

The woman drank tea and talked with Hewen about the difficult life of these years. But it didn't take long for the fatigue of the long journey to come to her mind. She spoke to Hewen and returned to her childhood room and lay on the bed.

.

Her room has not changed much since she was a child. I wonder if Hewen had expected it early on, but her bed has always been able to accommodate an adult.

But Hal couldn't sleep.

Dong Dong.

Hewen lightly knocked on the door, then pushed it open and walked in:

"Can't sleep."

The 26-year-old woman hummed like a child.

Hewen picked up the book in his hand:

"Let me tell you a story."

Hala looked up at the large gilded letters "Alice in Wonderland" on the cover of the book.

she asked:

"What kind of story is this?"

Hewen said:

"This is a story of twists and turns, absurdity, and fantasy, but in the end happiness and tranquility are found."

Ha La nodded:

"I want to hear this story."

"Alice was walking across the field, just following the rabbit, when she saw the rabbit jump into a big hole under the hedge.

In the blink of an eye, Alice jumped in immediately, not thinking about how to get out again.

The first section of this rabbit hole led straight ahead, no different from an ordinary cave. Then, without any warning, it suddenly went downwards. It all happened so suddenly that Alice didn't even have time to stop.

Fell into a hole like a deep well..."

Snort snore.

Hewen only told a short story, and Ha La fell into a sweet dream.

Hewen looked at the woman's face. At this moment, he didn't know what the other woman was dreaming about, nor did he know what the other woman was thinking or what her future would be like.

But at least in this moment, and in the possible future, she is happy.

Early the next morning.

Hala said to Hevin at breakfast:

"I want to draw."

Hewen smiled and nodded:

"Then let's go paint."
Chapter completed!