"This world has become more and more strange recently." Alicia obviously also saw the beetle taxi.
"The world is never static, right?" Xia Ya said.
Alicia nodded, "That's true."
She quietly looked out the window at the fading town, and whispered, "Tell me, will this war still come?"
There was a faint brilliance in Xia Ya's eyes, "The world is a human world. As long as human nature remains unchanged, some things will eventually have a result."
Alicia's eyes were lowered, "Is this so?"
She looked out the window, looking at the endless plains. The sea of fire in Eagle Point Town seemed to be still in front of her, and the wailing and crying sounds in the sea of fire still seemed to be echoing in her ears.
She whispered, "Arthur has done so many things, but in the end, nothing seems to have changed."
"There is an old saying in Beichen." Xia Ya said quietly, "If you don't accumulate frog steps, you can't reach a thousand miles; if you don't accumulate small streams, you can't build a river."
"If you only use one person's life as a criterion, then compared to the entire human civilization, it is naturally extremely small. No individual can shake the progress of civilization.
But if you stretch out the entire timeline and look back, every small step taken by each person will become a big step forward for human civilization.
The process of civilization can never be completed overnight. "
Alicia was speechless.
"I have a friend who is almost at the tavern." Xia Ya said.
"Go ahead," Alicia said.
Xia Yafu stepped forward and kissed her forehead gently, then pushed open the car door on one side, and there turned out to be a corridor behind the door.
Char stepped out of the carriage, then closed the door. Through this corridor, he came to the interior of the tavern.
Xia basically doesn’t open a tavern anymore.
After appearing at the entrance of the Magic Association, more and more magicians came to the tavern, which completely violated his original intention of opening the tavern.
So he divided part of the tavern business, opened several other branches, and entrusted management to others.
As for his original old tavern, it was completely sealed and was only used to receive some of Xia Ya's old friends and some new friends that Xia Ya wanted to meet.
He raised his hand, and all the dim lights in the tavern came on. He put on the tavern uniform, stood behind the bar, and began to make cocktails. The cocktail bottles jingled as he shook them.
"Dingling~"
As the doorbell rang softly, a man walked in despite the rain. He was wearing a black felt hat, a very urban coat, and a blue tie. He looked like a gentle Parisian gentleman.
"Sorry." He lowered his head, his eyes a little evasive, and he was obviously a little nervous talking to strangers. "It's raining too much outside, so I came in to take shelter. I'll leave as soon as the rain stops."
As he spoke, he wiped the water drops on his clothes.
The man behind the bar did not respond. For a while, the tavern became quiet. This silence made him very anxious. He looked around and then raised his head to look at Xia behind the bar.
"You don't seem to have many guests here?"
"It just opened." Xia Ya said.
He nodded, "The location you chose is not very good. If I hadn't taken shelter from the rain, I might not have discovered this place."
Xia smiled and placed the prepared glass of margarita on the table.
"Want a drink?"
He looked at the wine and kept fumbling in his pocket, obviously hesitant.
And Xia Ya obviously saw his embarrassment clearly and smiled.
"It's free."
Hearing this, he did not hesitate anymore, but came to the bar and sat down. He took off his hat and placed it on the table on the side.
His appearance gradually became clearer as he placed the hat on the table. His facial features were clear-cut, a pair of piercing green eyes, and his bright red beard was very conspicuous. He should have some Celtic ancestry.
He couldn't wait to pick up the cocktail and drink it in one gulp. The strong and complex taste bloomed in his mouth, like a beautiful taste feast.
He raised the empty cocktail glass and looked at it carefully and said, "I have heard of this mixed wine, but I have never had the chance to drink it. It is too expensive.
I really don’t understand. It’s just a bunch of wine mixed together, but selling such a small glass is more expensive than buying a whole bottle of wine. "
"Don't you think it's worth it?" Xia Ya said with a smile on her face.
The man nodded noncommittally, "It's okay."
"So, do you want another drink?" Xia Ya continued to ask, "It will be a trial opening tonight. The first customer who comes in can drink for free."
"It seems that I am rarely favored by fate." The man whispered.
He looked at the drink list on one side and said, "Then, serve them all to me."
"The alcohol content here is very high." Xia Ya's eyes were a little playful, "Are you sure you can drink it?"
"Then, drink until I'm drunk." The man stared at the wine glass quietly. The face reflected in the wine glass was confused, his eyes flickered, and his mood seemed to be very low.
"What's your name?" Xiaya said, "My name is Xiaya."
"Vincent," the man said, "Vincent van Gogh."
In fact, after taking Sissi to meet Beethoven, he had an idea. Since he was going to witness the history of mankind, he would definitely leave a mark on the history of mankind. Xia Ya thought he could also meet him, and he didn't This era is in vain.
On March 30, 1853, Van Gogh was born in the vicarage of Zundert Market Center in Brabant, southern Netherlands. His birthday was the death anniversary of his brother who died at birth.
Because he was withdrawn since he was a child, he was sent to a public school in Zindert. The miserable learning environment later made him more and more rebellious.
He worked as an intern, teacher, art shop assistant, and even a clergyman, but was kicked out of the church because he was too enthusiastic and preached without a license.
So, he slapped his forehead and started learning painting when he was 27 years old, yes, 27 years old!
Compared with many painters who have been practicing painting since childhood, the time he entered school was actually very long, which is enough to illustrate his talent.
However, because he entered school late, lacked famous teachers, and died too early, he remained unknown while he was alive and did not become famous until his death.
However, after enrolling, he dropped out of school within a month because he was rebellious and opposed to the teacher.
In 1886, the disappointed and confused 33-year-old unemployed and lazy middle-aged Vincent Van Gogh came to Paris to join his younger brother Theo, an art dealer.
As Van Gogh's staunchest supporter and admirer, Theo fully supported his brother financially and also played the role of soul mate and close brother.
It was this younger brother Theo, an art dealer, who introduced Van Gogh to his good friends Monet, Renoir, Lautrec and other young artists soon after he arrived in Paris.
For Van Gogh, this meeting was tantamount to opening a door for him and showing him a brand new world!
Impressionism, the crisp, short brushstrokes, the light and shadow of those paintings
Everything made Van Gogh drunk. From then on, Van Gogh's painting style also underwent tremendous changes, with colors becoming richer and brighter.
The flat painting was changed into finely arranged brush strokes. However, slowly, there is a growing depression, which makes Van Gogh, a young fan, no longer agree with the artistic pursuits of Monet and other big Vs.
Keep describing the changing colors of the cathedral under various sunlight? So calm and objective? Where is the painter's ego?
A voice shouted in Van Gogh's chest: "I want to use color to speak! Say what I want to say!"
Van Gogh had so many intense feelings to express, and he did so in a sincere way of expressing his emotions.
The sunshine in Paris was too warm, and the blue sky in Paris was so gray that Van Gogh could not breathe. He wants to paint a more dazzling sunshine.
Therefore, in 1888, Van Gogh went all the way south to Arles in southern France, where he spent his last and most glorious two years.
After settling in the south of France, Van Gogh wrote to his brother:
"Theo, I want to tell you that in my eyes, this corner of the world has fresh air and intoxicating colors. The light orange sunset makes the fields almost blue, and there is also a bright yellow sun."
However, Van Gogh's mood became increasingly depressed. In the eyes of the villagers, this weirdo was already a frightening madman.
Until 1888, a major event that shocked the history of modern art occurred in this city: a red-haired foreign painter handed a bloody package to a woman named Rachel at the door of a brothel in the local red light district. janitor girl—with his own ear in it. Rachel was scared to death.
Van Gogh's good friend Gauguin, who was living in Arles at the time, broke up with him on bad terms. At the same time, he received news that his brother Theo was getting married. His family does not support his career. Only his younger brother, who is engaged in art business, supports him and will provide him with certain financial assistance.
After getting married, it was unknown whether he would continue to assist him, which made Van Gogh very anxious. Of course, it was more confusion about his future, various worries and pain from the outside world that caused Van Gogh's spirit to become extremely unstable.
After having his ears cut off, he was sent to the Saint-Rémy mental hospital.
In the last year of Van Gogh's life, he remained silent and painted all day long, painting as if burning life.
Van Gogh wrote to his brother:
"When I draw a sun, I want people to feel that it is rotating at an alarming speed and emitting terrifying waves of light and heat. When I draw a wheat field, I want people to feel that the wheat is heading toward their final maturity and blooming. effort."
On May 16, 1890, Vincent recovered and was discharged from the Saint-Remy Sanatorium; the next morning, Vincent took the train to Lyon Station to find Theo.
In June, he and Theo's family stayed with Dr. Gachet for a week to create "Doctor Gachet"; in July, he completed the last work "Wheat Field with Crows".
On July 27, he shot himself in the chest and died in Theo's arms on July 29;
On July 30, a funeral was held in Orwell.
This legendary and talented painter ultimately failed to reconcile with himself, nor could he wait for the moment when his paintings became famous.
Until his death, he passed away as an unknown and depressed painter. (End of this chapter)
