Hiroshi Saito looked at the color block of the figure in the flames, "Compared to other delicate things and people, that figure is indeed much rougher. It's okay to just leave it like this. The overall integration is very good, and the figure will not be blurred.
It seems abrupt, but it has a special charm, but if you insist on drawing the man in the fire, if the painting is not done well, the whole painting will be ruined."
Chi Feichi lowered his head and took a sip of tea, "She is the protagonist and must be painted."
Hiroshi Saito stood up and picked up the tea cup on the table, wanting to tell Chi Feichi about his experience in appreciating many paintings, "If the overall painting is detailed, the painting will look crowded, and it will not be as artistic as it is now."
"I know." Chi Feichi responded.
Hiroshi Saito choked for a moment and said helplessly, "Forget it, this is your painting, you can paint it however you want."
Chi Feichi said "hmm", put down his teacup, and prepared to continue painting.
Hiroshi Saito followed him with a tea cup in hand, his black and white eyes gradually becoming resentful.
His reaction was really cold, and he was really willful, so he didn't intend to consider his suggestions at all?
After Chi Fei made a lustful tone, he began to slowly paint the details of the figure in the fire.
Originally, he had no intention of taking any more care of Jiang Shenyuan's case. After the murder of Isao Sakuragi was exposed, due to the spirit of the Three Saints of "devoting themselves to calming resentment" and the influence of Conan and others, he was determined to plead guilty, and he did not want to add anything to it.
thing.
It's just that he couldn't stand it.
He would think of Diana's laughing face after running across the grass, of Diana's eyes when she held down the patient while injecting medicine and earnestly hoping that the patient would get better, of the sparkle in Diana's eyes when she called "Bones" before she died, and of Sandy's uneasiness.
After escaping from the fire scene, he immediately prepared to pour medicine on someone's young face. He thought of Sandy's sideways smile and introduced him to the new collections found for him with a gentle smile. He thought of Sandy looking at her children with kind eyes in the garden. He thought of Lawrence's escape over the wall.
After falling in a panic, he stood up and declared with a stubborn look on his face, "I want to be free." I remembered Lawrence's firm and calm look when he took over the responsibility of the head of the family, and I remembered Lawrence standing under the elder tree when he was still young, talking to himself and teasing him about his flying spirit.
looks……
Of course, I will also think of Becky's stoic eyes when she looked up at the sky during the fire, and of Phoebe's eyes that rarely softened when she leaned under the elder tree and whispered after she transformed herself step by step.
The memory will be suppressed in his heart because he wants to clarify his current identity, but it cannot disappear.
His followers were massacred, and the family that had been with him for many years was destroyed. Those people, still wearing the guise of love and justice, erased the history and glory of the Montgomery family.
So he couldn't stand it.
I can't bear the thought of Sakuragi Gong falling into the hands of the Holy See!
I can’t bear the thought of Isao Sakuragi being accused in court of crimes that have tarnished the reputation of the Holy See!
Hiroshi Saito watched the people in the fire being filled out bit by bit in the painting. He couldn't help but put down the tea cup in his hand and stood aside and watched quietly.
That was a beautiful woman. Even though her burnt hair was messy and stuck to her face, even though her legs covered in flames were twisted, and even though her face was blackened by smoke, the woman's slim figure and delicate face were faintly visible in the fire.
Appearing, even more beautiful like an enchantress covered in mysterious black veil.
The woman's body was stained with blood, her head was tilted up against the cross, and her hands were tightly tied to the burning cross.
As a pair of eyes looking up at the night sky were also painted, the tenacity and calmness of the brilliance were instantly shocking. Just that little brilliance dispelled all the previous strange feelings in an instant.
He originally thought that the man in the fire, the 'protagonist' in Chi Feichi's words, should be struggling in pain or dying, but he did not expect that the woman's eyes were firm and seemed to have a trace of nostalgia. There was no trace of sadness or dejection on the woman's face.
, but he vaguely felt a bit of heavy sadness.
After finishing the last stroke of painting, Chi Feichi continued to mix and paint.
A large area of diluted dark color is painted on the corners of the canvas. The earth-colored houses seem to be gradually shrouded in the night, and the backs of the surrounding people are also covered with the dark gray brought by the dark night.
Hiroshi Saito instantly understood Chi Feichi's thoughts.
It's not that Chi Feichi doesn't know about the "combination of virtuality and reality", it's just that he doesn't intend to make the person in the fire become "virtual", but makes the background on the periphery of the canvas become the "virtual" part.
Looking at the background, it should be Europe during the Middle Ages. The houses and the ground at night should not have too bright colors, so as to fit the background. It lacks novelty, but adds reality, and does not deprive the painting of the artistic sense it should have.
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And in this way, the protagonist of the painting becomes the woman in the middle who is shocking and sad, and the protagonists again are the ferocious-looking warrior and the compassionate-looking missionary.
Chi Feichi then diluted the black paint until it was almost pure water, and applied it with a very messy and rough technique, making the painting look as if it had been destroyed by moisture.
Just wait for the paint to dry a little, those traces become the smoke that diffuses from the firewood, smokes the woman in the fire, floats among the onlookers and houses, and also rushes up to the sky to connect with the black night sky, creating a terrifying appearance out of thin air.
Depressing atmosphere.
Saito Hiromi Chi Fei Chi packed up his brushes and other painting tools. He knew that the painting was finished. Looking at the terrifying but solemn painting in front of him, he recalled in his mind the little changes in the brightly colored painting.
, couldn't help but remind, "Aren't you going to leave a signature? If this painting is sold, it will definitely fetch a good price. I know you are not short of money, but this is also an amazing work. If you don't sign it with yourself,
It’s a pity that the artist’s identity is being passed off as the artist’s identity. It will be very troublesome in the future.”
"Many artists become famous only after they die." Chi Feichi threw the brushes and painting tools into his bag, preparing to go out and throw them away. "I don't want to have that experience."
"Please, it's a good thing to be famous after death. Later generations can still remember you, so you won't be forgotten a few years after your death. By the way, this is a medieval witch hunt, right? That..."
Hiroshi Saito thought that he had been standing for more than an hour. He moved two steps in place and moved his arms. His eyes stopped on the two missionaries in the painting. His face was startled. He slowly lowered his hands and clenched his fists.
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Those churches were the main culprits in the witch hunts in the Middle Ages, and when the female victim was in the fire, the two missionaries still looked compassionate.
This was a ironic painting, so ironic that it made him feel a little unhappy. Looking at the dark smoke and the woman's calm and tenacious expression, he felt an even heavier sense of sadness.
Chi Feichi packed up his things and looked up at Crow Shota, who was standing there frowning, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, I just suddenly felt that those two people were hateful, even more hateful than the witch-seeking general in front of them!" Hiroshi Saito looked at the two missionaries in the painting again. The more he looked at it, the more disgusted he became, and he decisively looked away. "
By the way, who do you want me to give this painting to?"
"Actually, I'm looking for you for two things." Chi Feichi put the bag aside, walked back to the sofa and sat down, ready to drink the cool tea, and looked at Hiroshi Saito walking over calmly, "
The first thing is that I hope you can give up the code name Crow, and the second thing is that I entrust you to help deliver the paintings."
"Give up the code name Crow? What are you talking about?" Hiroshi Saito suddenly laughed out loud, but his eyes were very serious, "I'm sorry, you don't understand what it means to me..."
"I understand." Chi Feichi interrupted.
Hiroshi Saito choked and was speechless, "Hey, how could you possibly know..."
"Blak cuntinginthedarkofnight..."
Chi Feichi hummed the first half of the song softly.
The song with a brisk rhythm made Saito Hiroshi freeze in place, staring at Chi Feichi with a changing expression.
His parents had never done anything bad and ran their business innocently, just because one day, in order to complete their mission, F destroyed everything his parents owned.
What did he do wrong again?
Before he was eight years old, he admired his father who was honest and trustworthy and could tell the real treasure from the real and fake things. He also admired his mother who was gentle and considerate and could straighten out the mess they made little by little.
He listens to his mother's words and needs to be honest and kind. After accidentally bumping into someone, he will say "I'm sorry" seriously. After being taken care of and helped, he will also sincerely say "thank you". He even can't bear to see it.
Others shed tears.
But after bad people entered their lives, he heard a lot of abuse against his father. His father became a cunning and selfish person among those people. He had to leave school first, and he began to hate going out.
After that, he was kidnapped and threatened again. He spent every day in the small house waiting for the F-girl who had promised to protect them to rescue him quickly.
Yes, at that time, he was still willing to believe it. He believed in what his father said that F.C. was a more powerful and good person than the police, and he also believed in F.C.’s original promise.
In the end, he was let back, but he lost his mother forever, and he also lost his father who would hug him and laugh. What greeted him was only a strange father who was confused and moody, making him afraid and distressed. He even
Lost identity.
And those people, after discovering his father's decadent life, only focused on covering up their own mistakes. After his father's death, they regarded the tragedy their family had experienced as a professional stain and couldn't wait to use all means to bury it.
He hated those people so much that he went crazy, but what could he do?
It was a force established by a country to serve a country. He couldn't even find where the person in charge of the mission was.
After his father passed away, he was still accustomed to staying in a dark room, feeling confused and uneasy about his future, and resenting what he had done. His mind was pounding, as if he would die in the next second.
In that room.
Until one day, he heard someone walking past the window humming a light song.
[The black bird secretly sings in the dark night]
[Their wings are injured, but they want to fly]
[They have been waiting for this moment their entire lives]
[Like some people, they can only sing a song from their hometown in a low voice in the dark night]
[With their deep eyes, they want to see the road ahead clearly]
【They have been waiting for freedom all their lives】
At that moment, he suddenly felt relaxed as never before. Looking down at the scars on his arms caused by his father, he felt the freedom in his heart and decided to fly out of the cage.
During the countless late nights he wandered around various countries, he could be like the blackbird in the song, silently singing the song of his hometown in his heart, or looking forward to the day when he could fly.
The black bird is a crow.
"The Beatles' "Blackbird,"" Chi Feichi looked at Saito Hiroshi, whose expression changed, "I like the Beatles' songs very much."