Nigel took a deep breath and his expression was extremely complicated: "I am not the 'genius young painter' they advocate. Rather, I am an extremely despicable person who lives by selling his dreams and enthusiasm... extremely hypocritical.
Humanity.
"I made up my mind at that time that I would never rely on paper sales to deal with my scrap manuscripts. Just like I made up my mind back then, I would no longer rely on my parents' financial support. This made my life, which was still relatively wealthy, immediately become
It was quite difficult. When I actually earned living expenses by myself, I finally realized... If I only relied on my own abilities, I would never be able to grow to this level.
"Even if my family is willing to provide me with money for food and accommodation, even if I get comfortable in life, I can practice as hard as I did when I was living outside... But just buying canvases and paints is the money necessary for practice.
, which is already a huge sum.
"When I really couldn't draw anymore, I was forced to start selling scrap manuscripts. At that time, people said that my talents had been exhausted, and some 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 me to express their disappointment. However, only I know that these scraps are my true level; in the end, I painted with my heart,
A masterpiece that even moved me was regarded as a perfunctory work by them.
"But every painting I paint is done with all my strength... I really don't... I don't do anything perfunctory..."
After he finished speaking, he sighed deeply: "It's just that I'm too incompetent... that's all."
This is not a story worth hearing.
Stained with tears and dust.
Just remembering it made him feel exhausted.
"Then what?"
After a brief silence, Annan asked softly and thoughtfully: "How did you break free and become a famous painter?"
"It's a long story," Nigel said slowly. "When I was at my lowest, I found an old book. It recorded the ritual of how to summon the Skeleton Lord..."
Hearing these words, Annan and Lin Yiyi raised their heads and looked at each other.
They all clearly realized something.
Jiu'er immediately interrupted: "Then what? Did you use the ritual above?"
"No, because my mother warned me that the above ceremony was fake."
Nigel shook his head: "When I was scolded by everyone, I finally went home in embarrassment. But beyond my expectation... my parents did not laugh at me, nor did they force me to become a wizard.
"I 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 an accounting job and went out to work.
"I don't want to live off of Zhi Ji's hard work as a matter of course - she is my god and the idol I worship. But I also don't want to rely on my parents... because I ran away from home and I didn't have the face to run away in embarrassment.
After returning home, I can continue painting at home like a normal person."
He took a deep breath and said seriously: "In the end... I chose Yaweng."
"Yawong?"
"Yes. Since my mother said that there may be scams hidden in the rituals of these false gods, then I asked for help just like the real god. I took the most problematic paintings and the paintings that I was most satisfied with in those two years, together with my
His painting habits and many doubts were all written into letters and sacrificed to Yaweng through rituals.
"I didn't originally expect to get a response...but in the end I didn't expect that Yaweng actually wrote me a reply."
The middle-aged painter sighed: "I suspect that I am really a person favored by the gods.
"Although the letter was full of contemptuous insults and criticisms, every part of it was an extremely precise comment. He circled every problematic part of my painting and attached it with harsh comments. .But to be honest, every part of His evaluation is straight to the point. In addition, there is a painting that Yaweng personally repainted, which I am most dissatisfied with... To be honest, it is the most beautiful painting I have ever seen in my life.
"Every time I read this letter, I cry. Every time I read it, I doubt whether I have the talent for painting and whether I want to continue on this path... But I gritted my teeth and followed Yaweng's criticism when I practiced. , but really made great progress.
"I endured the humiliation, repeated Yaweng's revisions, and practiced again and again. I even ended up memorizing every sentence of the letter. It took me eight years to fully digest Yaweng's criticism... and At that time, I was already thirty years old and took over my father's job.
"I am still painting in my spare time, but no one knows... The Viscount's financial controller is the 'Nigel' who became famous ten years ago. People have even forgotten my existence - some people suspect that I have committed suicide, so The last few bad paintings I sold turned out to be 'paintings that made talented painters commit suicide', and their value increased comically. They increased in value to the point where they were many times more expensive than my best works.
"I tried my best and spent a year painting a painting that I was most satisfied with. I dedicated it to Yaweng again, but He quickly painted me a painting with better clothes, along with new criticisms. But My belief can no longer be destroyed by him - I just want to become a famous painter. When everyone has forgotten me, I will become famous again and become rich by painting. I also want to use the money that Paper Princess bought for my dream in the past. Orders, all settled...
"So under Yaweng's advice, I practiced hard training for another four years. I looked for recognition from Yaweng again, and then was scolded back. This happened twice more. When I was forty-two years old... Yaweng finally Reply to my message.
"——He said, 'It looks a little good, let's try and see if we can sell the painting.'
"I have tears in my eyes."
With deep emotion, Nigel Elliott said in a low voice with a hoarse voice: "So after twenty years of absence from the painting world... I made my debut again.
"My goal this time is very simple. I want to become the most profitable painter first, and return the support that Paper Princess has given me to Him with interest. Then I want to imitate Paper Princess and travel around the world, recording it with my paintings. Everything I have seen... In the end, I will give up all my wealth and go to Denisoya to serve art for the rest of my life.
"Now, I have completed my first goal. After I met Zhi Ji, I gave my house in the royal capital, all my savings and cash to Zhi Ji as a token of gratitude... After all, I have already There is no shortage of money anymore. Because I can at least make a living by painting any painting.
"Next, I want to travel around the world. The first stop is the Cold Wind Fortress in the Province of Saint Felix. I want to see what the rumored cold wind that can directly cut flesh is like; I want to see , whether water really turns 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 am drained of all positive emotions."
Annan felt that Nigel's eyes were shining with light.
It was a brightness similar to the light in my own eyes.
Now he can be called a real painter.
"...The Principality of Winter is very dangerous."
Annan warned in a low voice.
Nigel smiled: "I won't die. My life is still very precious. When I am about to die of old age, I will support a few poor students who love painting and teach them what I have learned throughout my life.
them--
"——Pass on the hope and dream that Zhi Ji gave me with her kindness in the past."
The way he looked at Annan...the way he saw Zhi Ji through Annan, there was no trace of love between a man and a woman.