Tony huddled in the corner of the ward holding his cat.
The big boy opened his mouth forcefully, trying to scare away every adult present with a fierce expression.
Drool, tears and snot mingled in a sticky mess from his chin, his ferocity not intimidating but comical.
Funny but also revealing deep-seated helplessness.
Looking at the face on the screen with all the facial features twisted together, Gu Weijing sighed.
He remembered what Mr. Sloth once said to himself when he read "The Little Prince" to him.
In the past, old Europe trained heirs and taught them how to display the so-called "temperament" of elite aristocrats.
A very important practice tip is not to show emotions such as anger, fear, or fierceness on your face.
A person who can always maintain the appearance of feeling tired about everything is more unfathomable than a person with jingling gold coins in his pocket.
The offended king should calmly and calmly seize the hilt of the sword of revenge, and draw the sword without changing his face.
Swearing loudly and loudly is something only a fool would do.
When Queen Elisabeth of the Austro-Hungarian Empire was stabbed into the body with a sharpened file by an assassin who suddenly jumped out of the street in Geneva.
According to documentary records, the last words Princess Sissi left in the world were just a very calm question: "Sir, what can I do for you?"
A guy who easily writes anger on his face in life shows that he is usually unable to make any changes to his surrounding environment and can only resort to the most powerless emotional expression.
Baring his teeth and showing his claws is his most powerless resistance to life.
If you show your teeth and claws, it means that a person is powerless in life.
Then biting people simply develops the concept of "powerlessness" to the point of despair.
Even if he is as powerful as boxing champion Tyson.
When he stood in the boxing ring in 1996 and was losing ground, and when he was beaten anxiously, he jumped up and bit his opponent's ear. What the audience in front of the TV felt was not the wildness and ferocity of a beast, but the wildness and ferocity of a beast. The vicissitudes and helplessness of the fallen hero.
Whether it's Tyson who's about to be defeated in the boxing ring, or Tony who's holding his cat.
Except for the hard teeth in the mouth.
They have nothing else to protect what they hold dear.
Gu Weijing felt that if one day he wanted to paint a painting with the theme of "helpless and desperate souls", Tony would be the best ready-made subject at this time.
No one even cared about his helplessness.
The illustrator's assistant was hurriedly apologizing to the doctor who was bitten. Some people were watching the fun with a sneer, and some people were shouting that if it didn't work, they should just ask Tony to take Amy back.
Even Jane Arnold was annoyed by her son's sudden appearance.
The master illustrator, who was still a middle-aged man at the time, sternly ordered him to stop making trouble and hand Amy over to the doctor quickly.
Ngawang's grinning teeth could even frighten the Budao children so much that they sat down on the ground.
Tony's grin could not scare anyone in the ward away.
What's the use of being scared?
The one who wanted to take Amy away from the eldest child was not the veterinarian who suffered an unparalleled disaster, but the God of Death.
Death is the most irresistible force for all living things.
He can hold it in the doctor's arm, but he cannot hold it in the throat of the God of Death.
Tony may not understand what everyone is saying, or he may simply be frightened.
Tears streamed down his cheeks one after another, and his eyes were red and swollen like two big peaches.
"Meow."
Amy meowed softly in the cat's cradle.
The cat's meow broke the confrontation between Tony and the adults.
In the camera lens, the tail of the skinny cat in the boy's arms swayed slightly.
"Amy?"
The cat on the plate shook her head and propped herself up with her front paws. It seemed like she wanted to jump on his shoulders or head as usual.
But she weakened and fell back into the basket in defeat.
Tony carefully brought the cat's cradle to his eyes, took out a freeze-dried goat's milk stick from his pocket and tried to feed it to Amy.
Amy turned her head, sniffed, then stuck out her tongue.
She didn't lick the goat's milk stick, but gently and tenderly licked Tony's cheek.
Once, twice, three times.
Strings of tears flowed from the corners of Tony's eyes, and were licked away by the cat.
The pet ward slowly became quiet, and the veterinarians looked at the scene in surprise.
Amy was a human being, and now she was a dying patient lying in the ICU with tubes inserted all over her body.
A few months ago, a tumor in her brain had compressed nerves and affected Amy's vision.
in other words.
She is a blind cat.
Just now, Amy had been lying in the cradle without moving, and the doctors even thought that Amy had fallen into a coma.
It’s really something that is difficult to explain scientifically!
Amy's actions can also be explained by the fact that the cat must have smelled its owner's scent through its remaining sense of smell.
But why did she lick her tears instead of her nipples?
Cats are indeed animals that cry, but that is just a stress response after the tear glands are stimulated. Milk sticks are food, and tears should be just water and salt in a cat’s world view.
No one knows why.
The cat just licked his cheek gently, licking away Tony's tears.
"Meow."
Amy meowed slightly.
"Meow." Tony also meowed softly.
The two of them seemed to be saying their final goodbyes.
Amy retracted her tongue, placed her tail gently by her side, and stopped moving.
In the camera lens.
The doctor's final move when he took away the cat's cradle was very careful and gentle. The scene just now had a heavy and solemn feel that made it difficult for people to hold their breath.
Everyone who saw such a scene felt as if a big stone was weighing on their hearts.
They should be used to the separation of life and death between pet lovers and animals.
Pet hospitals are expensive, and clients who come here tend to have pets for whom they are basically like a formal family member.
The owner cries like a dog parent or cat mother whose own child has died. The doctor encounters one or two every month.
But at a certain moment just now.
They were really in a trance and mistakenly believed that there was a human-like emotional soul attached to the body of the fold-eared cat in the cat's cradle.
It was not a cat saying goodbye to its owner, but like a mother saying goodbye to her child. The emotional connection between them is so strong that it’s hard to understand.
Tony sat quietly on a chair aside.
Jane Arnold took her son's hand.
Tony didn't make noises or fuss, didn't cry or laugh, and his unfocused eyes were robbed of some sparkle.
It was not only Amy who seemed to be separated from him, but also a part of his soul.
Gu Weijing closed the iPad screen and exhaled slowly, trying to get rid of the depressing feeling in his chest and abdomen from his throat.
The video in front of me called "Love Ceremony" is much more serious than the imagined process of pet death.
Sadness filled the surroundings of Gu Weijing like a real mist.
For Gu Weijing, this kind of sadness is just a light and uncomfortable feeling based on empathy. However, in the heart of the autistic patient named Tony, this kind of mist has continued for more than twenty years. , solidified into a curtain around his heart that separated him from the world.
The defenses of the soul are more difficult to overcome than the barriers made of molten iron.
Gu Weijing sat in the corner of the studio.
He thought quietly.
I want to drill a path through this barrier that is big enough for a psychiatrist to get out. The penetrating power of that set of illustrations must reach an unprecedented level.
Gu Weijing didn't know whether he would be able to add illustrations based on this photo to his collection of alternative illustrations.
The emotional transmissibility of this sadness may be sufficient.
But is it a good thing for Tony to experience such a scene that he doesn't want to look back on again?
Gu Weijing was a little unsure of the degree.
"I have a question and would like to ask your opinion. Faced with painful memories that are unbearable - is running away a wiser choice?"
Tangled for a quarter of an hour.
Gu Weijing decided to seek help from someone he thought was wiser.
He selected the video and sent it to Mr. Sloth along with his painting ideas for his opinion.
"How should I draw it?"
After a long time, three more sentences from Mr. Sloth appeared on the phone.
"Carl Jung, one of the most famous psychologists in history, said that escape is an instinctive protective response of human beings. The pain of memories will destroy people from the inside out, so people will try their best to use various methods to protect themselves. Ridiculous reasons to avoid facing our own souls are our self-protection mechanisms - this phrase is often used by psychiatrists to comfort people who suffer from depression after losing their husbands or fathers."
After a few seconds, new content refreshes.
"However, Jung also said another thing - only those who face their souls will awaken."
"Ms. Detective Cat, I have a great idea."
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Even though I have been to the artist’s studio many times over the past few days.
When the assistant opened the door, he was still shocked by the magnificent scene.
Long before the flight of Ms. Anya, co-founder of Zaohe Space Gallery, landed at Auckland International Airport in New Zealand.
A dedicated guest room at Jane Arnold's Emerald Lake Ranch has been emptied into a dedicated studio at the artist's request.
Bed, table, TV cabinet, vase, coffee table...
All furniture and furnishings have been moved.
The fireplace was cleared and boarded up.
The walls were covered with a layer of pure white wallpaper, the sofa was pushed to the corner, and the thick cashmere carpet was rolled up and replaced with plain cushions.
After the construction guy who wrapped the wallpaper left, the originally warm and comfortable guest room turned into a pure white room. At best, it feels like a starship science fiction room. At worst, it looks like the bare room in a cold morgue in a hospital. Board house.
The servants in the ranch were a little confused and wanted to know what the meaning of this torturous request was.
This is Jane Arnold's home.
Of course, there is a professional studio belonging to the master illustrator in the ranch, with all the painting equipment available.
Modern, ancient, printing tools from electronic tablets to engravings, as well as various fill lights.
The value of the real estate here is not as valuable as the scenic studios in Provence, South France, used and visited by Picasso, Cézanne, and Manet that have become cultural symbols.
But the facilities are of course the best in the world.
Wouldn't it be better to just work there?
Building a new studio is just like farting in your pants, just looking for trouble.
At the confusion of these laymen, the assistant laughed and expressed his disdain for the ignorant bumpkin.
Assistants are professionals who serve artists.
He was a professional, even though he couldn't understand it...but he didn't ask at all.
The first thing the assistant understands after joining the industry is that trying to understand the thoughts and ideas of great artists is the most meaningless thing in the world.
Don't waste your life studying their wild ideas.
That has never been understandable to mortals.
Andy Warhol had the habit of collecting daily necessities. Whether it was the canned skins he had eaten, the morning newspapers he read, used napkins, or even hotel pillow towels, there would be someone who would sort them out in storage boxes and take them away until his death. By then, hundreds of storage boxes had filled an entire warehouse.
Beethoven liked to put a big bathtub in the living room, where he could soak in the water and compose symphonies. But this is not as good as Schiller. Schiller must smell the smell of rotten apples before he can create with inspiration.
When his friend Goethe visited his home, he almost vomited from the smell of rotten fruit.
Among the great painters, people like Uncle Sakai, who likes to chew donuts and roast chicken breasts to create paintings, are really very well-behaved and normal.
For example, the Hamburg Academy spent millions of euros on a 1:1 replica of an entire Jiangnan garden on the lakeside in Germany, not counting the labor and design costs of the teachers and students of the school, just to make Mr. Cao Xuan live comfortably. Routine operation.
Art has always been an extremely abstract product.
This circle never looks at meaning, but only looks at the social status of the artist and the value contained in his name, and whether he can bring in enough resources.
The more powerful an artist is, the fewer unmet demands there are in the world.
If you reach Hearst's level, whether you want to have dinner at No. 10 Downing Street or have dinner on the International Space Station, as long as you make this request, you will find a way to spend time to do it.
Nowadays, apart from the rich, the big artists are most interested in commercial space travel.
Assistants, galleries and agents are the containers that help carry the blooming flowers of inspiration for artists.
Anya is also considered a good mid- to high-level artist.
In addition, she flew to New Zealand specially at the invitation of Jane Arnold, so a pure white studio was not too much to ask for.
He just needs to be the container.
If there was no objection from Jane Arnold, even if the house was required to be demolished, the assistant would quietly find the construction team to study the architectural drawings.
After Ms. Anya started working these days.
He suddenly realized that wanting a pure white studio was not Anya's creative quirk.
As expected of the co-founder of a gallery that favors modern art style, he has his own unique and special creativity.
They are holding back their amplification moves!
(End of chapter)
