Chapter 1434 Aesthetics and Me

Vermilion, titanium white, violet, ultramarine, rose, light green...

In an instant, it was as if the kaleidoscope was broken, and brilliant colors overflowed, swallowing Huaishi like a waterfall. Once that torrent passed, everything became different.

The earth is dark, the walls are pale, and the ceiling is so high that no limit can be seen.

The air is filled with the pungent smell of various oils and colors, but when the countless smells are intertwined together, there is a faint and ever-changing fragrance.

And above the ground are towering easels.

Covered with damp cloth.

Various colors and remnants of work remain on the ground.

This is a...

"Studio?" Huai Shi raised his eyebrows.

"Ah, yes, my workshop."

On the high chair, Giselle was wearing a linen overalls stained with various residual colors and looked at Huai Shi: "It's just a trick of the doomsday painter... How do you feel?"

"It's great. You can enter the working environment anytime and anywhere. You must like painting very much."

Huaishi responded appreciatively.

"Unfortunately, I do not love art alone. Sometimes, it is even too stingy. So, I can't tell whether I love it or hate it.

All I can say is, half and half. "

Giselle sighed helplessly: "They say art is always connected, but to be honest, I don't like music at all. To be precise, I hate music."

"I like quiet. I need quiet. Quiet can make me relax, Mr. Huai Shi." Giselle said, "No matter how pleasant the melody is, it can only feel noisy and irritating when I am working."

"It's understandable." Huaishi spread his hands indifferently: "Everyone has his own preferences. You can't force this kind of thing."

"Yes, such a simple truth, but Francisco can't understand it."

Giselle sighed helplessly: "That guy always likes to come and annoy people when they are working.

Either he calls to borrow money, he comes to avoid the creditor and stays overnight, he is broken up in love and asks someone to drink, or he is just looking for trouble.

If you ignore him, he'll start singing, dancing, and playing his old accordion!

Fuck the accordion! "

"Didn't you beat him?" Huai Shi was curious.

"I beat him, but it's no use."

Giselle shrugged, "So, I can only...find another way."

As she spoke, she picked up the brush next to her, dipped it in oil paint, and swayed it casually from the air, outlining a vague outline of something.

That's a... picture frame? !

"It's time to work, Mr. Huaishi."

She said: "Now, please let the world be quiet!"

At that moment, the world was silent.

Friction, collision, sound, tremor... everything disappeared without a trace, even the sound of heartbeat, blood flow, breathing, everything disappeared.

The ultimate intention seemed to disappear without a trace in an instant.

Huai Shi felt like she was being thrown into a vacuum.

But at that moment, behind him, in the frame of an unfinished oil painting, a corner of the wet cloth was quietly lifted, revealing the strange appearance of the monster below.

A strange claw shot out from it, and the arm bones spread out and stabbed at Huai Shi's back.

Huaishi, at a loss.

It wasn't until the moment when his claws touched his clothes that the close attack finally appeared in his perception.

Stepping forward without thinking, galloping forward.

From mid-air, Huai Shi turned around, and the flames of the angry ax in his hand emerged, slashing!

collapse!

Huaishi flew out upside down, vomited blood, and fell to the ground.

A tear was ripped out of his abdomen, and blood spurted out.

He froze in place.

Unable to move.

He wanted to widen his eyes, but he couldn't even make the most basic movements.

What the hell?

Soon, the stiffness that lasted for a full second disappeared without a trace. The claws evaporated silently and disappeared. Only the slightly fluttering wet cloth proved what had just happened.

"I told you, I hate noise."

Giselle held her chin up and studied his appearance: "This is not some killing move deliberately developed for you. In fact, I never expected that one day I would use this move to deal with you.

If you want to blame it, just blame that Francisco guy for being so annoying. "

noisy?

Huaishi stood up from the ground and felt the faint shackles. Her mind was spinning as she recalled everything that had just happened. Finally, she couldn't help but feel a slight shock.

"It seems you have figured it out?"

Giselle smiled: "I spent a lot of effort to create a studio that is noisy and quiet, and of course, no playing is allowed."

"Including how you play," she said.

Grass!

Huaishi's eyes darkened.

This familiar feeling of cheating made him want to tremble with anger.

How come both of them are aimed at my playing method! ?

No wonder Francisco didn't even think about joining forces with her. Once her studio was launched, her teammates were eliminated first.

In an instant, he felt a faint touch in his hair.

He rolled subconsciously, then stood up from the ground, suddenly changed his position - and then, once again, froze in place. All I saw was a black shadow coming towards me.

A punch hit him in the face.

The sharp edges tore open a sharp wound, and the blood flowed endlessly.

He rolled around on the ground, panting.

Once again, I was forced to freeze for a second!

Once the beat is formed, it will be forcibly suppressed by the power of the studio, completely cutting off the performance that has not yet started, causing the performance to be stillborn.

“Here, a total of ninety-one works of mine are preserved, all of which are made with my soul as the ink and various inspirations from the abyss.

They are the pillars that make up this studio, and they seem to be regarded as part of my soul and are not blocked by the Pioneer Association. In other words, there are at least ninety-two of my souls now, refusing to play and denying all noise.

Simply speaking from the 'weight' point of view, there is no possibility for you to resist.

Even I can't change the rules here.

We all suffer from the same restrictions, which is fair enough. "

Giselle spread her hands and looked at the embarrassed Huaishi: "Please admit defeat, Mr. Huaishi, I don't want to cause harm to you - as you can see, I'm just a person who wants to spend more money and spend a few more days. Just a wandering painter."

"You and Francisco must have a good relationship, right?" Huai Shi said suddenly.

"..."

Giselle was stunned for a moment, then frowned: "Is now the time to talk about this kind of thing?"

"No, I just suddenly felt that, you see, even if that guy seems so annoying to you, you have never thought of kicking him out of your studio, right?"

Huai Shi laughed: "No matter how crazy and impatient I am at work, I have always been restrained and patient, and I have never thought about letting the other person disappear.

He must be a very important person to you. "

"Nothing to do with you!"

Giselle's expression gradually darkened: "I respect you enough, Mr. Huaishi, so why don't you just stop telling other people what to do?"

"No, I don't see respect, I just see mercy."

Huai Shi stretched out her hand, wiped the blood from her face, and asked doubtfully: "Are you holding back on me, Giselle? Or do you think you have such qualifications?"

He stood there and once again made a gesture towards Giselle.

Take a deep breath.

"Simply, overestimating one's abilities——"

The smile on his face and the softness in his eyes disappeared silently, and instead, only a contemptuous darkness remained, reflecting Giselle's face indifferently.

It made her hair stand on end.

That look...

Just looking at it made her feel cold all over.

After abandoning etiquette and friendliness, she finally remembered what kind of monster her opponent was.

I realize my own ignorance and ridiculousness.

"I see."

The Doomsday Painter took a deep breath and said without hesitation: "As you wish, I will go all out!"

At that moment, a loud noise broke out!

Sophora japonica poems advance suddenly.

With one step, he crossed a long distance and was once again close at hand, attacking without thinking.

Deliberately cutting off his own rhythm, suppressing the instinct of playing.

In the most stereotypical way, punch!

But there was no feeling of hitting something.

After the punch was thrown, he realized that the real Giselle was still several meters away.

But what he attacked just now was just a phantom.

No, not even a phantom exists.

It’s just that I looked at the wrong place from the beginning!

"Visual deception?"

Those classic paintings of fallacious three-dimensional spaces appeared in his mind, and he suddenly realized it.

"It's just a simple distortion of the perspective relationship."

Giselle raised her finger and pointed at her eyes: "Human eyes are easily deceived, but people trust their own eyes too much - the so-called painting is such a 'deception'."

Abandoning common sense, weaving structure, reorganizing perspective, using light and dark as lies, using the cold and warm colors as the focus, deconstruction and reconstruction that are counter-intuitive and counter-intuitive.

Finally, the three-dimensional illusion emerges from the flat surface.

"Art is to dismember reality, Mr. Huaishi!"

At that moment, following Giselle's words, all the cloth covering the frame fell off and opened, revealing the painting behind it.

It's hard to describe what kind of thing it is.

None of them are objects or creatures that exist in reality.

Twisted tables and chairs, an upside-down world, squirming figures, irrelevant weird figures, the earth and sky that are dissolved and distorted in the changing colors...

It is clear that many traces of reality can be found in it, but in the end, the moment everything is combined, it has already escaped ordinary people's cognition.

Crazy? Or sanity?

Can't tell.

It is also impossible to imagine what kind of perspective is needed to observe such a weird and abstract world.

Huaishi didn't want to see it.

But he had no choice.

The moment the cloth was unveiled, he had seen everything.

In other words, all the portraits, works, and paintings have come to life, scrambling to get into his eyes, occupying his sight, pupils, consciousness, and even thinking.

Look at me! Look at me! Look at me! Look at me! Look at me! ! ! !

They are shouting, in their own souls.

This is also a limitation within the studio!

Cut out the noise and focus on appreciation.

It is mandatory to appreciate everything in front of you with full concentration, and take the paintings filled with a lot of madness and pollution into your soul...

Unfortunately, he realized it too late.

Now, after hearing and perception, the remaining vision has also fallen, and even reason and thinking have slowed down rapidly. Since the countless scenes after dissociation, the weird paintings and the madness that filled them.

This guy……

From that moment on, what emerged from my sluggish thinking was my admiration for Giselle.

What did you turn yourself into for the sake of art?

"This is my limitation, Mr. Huaishi."

Giselle sighed: "Reality has limits. No, it should be said that I have limits. There are too many backs ahead, and I am no longer able to climb."

"So, I chose...surrealism."

"Now, please bear witness."

“The art that I’m dedicated to,” she said.

Through the frame-like outline she drew, Giselle untied the last restraints and disguises on her soul and body. From that moment on, her ordinary appearance was separated from her body.

Proliferation, change, peeling off, dissolution, long hair extending, burning, face curved, eyes with tears, wide mouth, eyebrows soaked with oil paint, each finger clenched an abstract curved paintbrush or some kind of Weird silhouette.

It looks like the back of a person being chased by pain, or like a burned-out wreckage.

A strange thing that gets lost and wanders on the long road full of mist, but never stops.

This is herself.

A work composed of myself as the material.

self-portrait.

——"Aesthetics and the Ugly Me"!

No sound, no breath, not even wind.

The weird monster has broken through the shackles of space. The paintbrush soaked in scarlet paint in his hand swept out toward Huai Shi's face. Everything in the winding red area fell apart under the modifications of the doomsday painter and turned into something that overcame the world. A weird look above reality.

However, at that moment, her movements stopped in place.

sluggish.

Averted?

I can't understand Huai Shi's actions just at that moment.

In the studio, all the painting and modifications are done naturally, but why do they end up in other places?

Missed!

Then, she realized that Huai Shi was so close.

And him, eyes closed.

I can't understand how he managed to avoid it.

"Intuition, of course it is intuition."

Huai Shi smiled: "My intuition is very good."

If everything can get into the eyes, then I can't just see it?

Just close your eyes.

Give up vision.

Approach everything with intuition.

"Art can be felt even with the body, Mr. Huaishi." Giselle said coldly: "Close your eyes and nothing can be solved."

Throughout the studio, all the picture frames shook violently.

The existence of nothingness broke through the shackles, and the monster constructed with oil paint crawled out from it, turning into a terrifying torrent that blocked all directions, shrinking inward.

He attacked Huaishi frantically.

In just an instant, his arm was torn apart, almost completely broken.

Too much offense.

Reacting at the moment of contact was not enough to avoid all attacks, but even so, Huai Shi remained calm, with a face as deep as water.

Take shelter from it.

Restraining the instinct of playing.

"Actually, I have encountered the same restriction..."

Since the siege, Huaishi has been attacked continuously, leaving scars.

But the words remained calm and steady.

He once again recalled the restrictions he had encountered on Helios.

That battlefield space where all performances are prohibited.

That was the first time Huaishi encountered restrictions on his playing method, and he swallowed the bitter pill of defeat in embarrassment.

Even though he achieved complete victory in the end, this shame is still engraved in his heart.

"So, I once asked my senior sister for advice."

Huai Shi smiled and said to her: "What if one day, the playing method is targeted?"

"She said it was simple."

"Wouldn't it be nice to just forget about how to play for a while?"

At that time, Luo Xian replied in confusion: "Let's find another way."

"This...can't be done at all!"

Huaishi is helpless.

"If you can't do it, it's because your requirements are too high. It's not because you can't forget it."

Luo Xian looked at him and without any further explanation, she already understood the crux of the problem and gave a solution: "If you can't do it, just forget more things."

"You don't have to do anything, you don't have to remember anything," she said.

"As long as you don't do anything."

Forget, how to play.

If you can't forget, then forget more and give up more.

Forget, breathing, heartbeat, tactics, and thinking.

Give up everything.

When music and ideals are abandoned, the thing called Huai Shi disappears into chaos, leaving only instinct.

Remaining instinct.

Creatures, monsters and the instinct to destroy!

Then, start from scratch.

"Do not worry."

At that moment, Huai Shi closed her eyes and whispered, "I won't let you suffer for too long."

"It will be over soon," he promised.

At that moment, the closed eyes opened again.

Darkness is gone.

All that was left was...a shocking scarlet color.

On the handsome face stained with blood, the corners of his mouth slowly opened, he opened his mouth, took a deep breath, and an empty smile appeared.

Seeing everything that keeps creeping into his consciousness.

No resistance.

And what ignited from that scarlet was a flame filled with joy and madness.

If we sum it up in one word, we can even call it love!

But it was this unthinking appreciation that made Giselle tremble and make her want to scream involuntarily.

He loves the world in front of him so much.

But there is only one way to express love——

The most straightforward, the cruelest, the coldest, destruction!

boom!

All the noisy studios had obviously stopped, but from that moment on, a hallucinatory loud noise filled Giselle's consciousness and shocked her soul.

Right in front of Huai Shi, an abstract face composed of countless butterflies and worms silently exploded into a ball of muddy paint.

Zizhong was completely torn apart.

Use your hands to separate cruelly every inch!

And then the next one.

After abandoning music, abandoning performance, and abandoning reason, only the monster with desire for destruction and killing instinct is freed from its cage.

Admiring the art in front of me so greedily.

Then, express your appreciation in the most straightforward way!

destroy!

boom!

The cetacean creature sailing like a sailboat in the sea of ​​​​eyes screamed in agony, under his trampling and amid his laughter. The brutal destruction began.

Drummer, Yubu, over-limit state.

The flowing thunderbolts and the collapse of the sky wantonly vented this destructive power, even their own limbs were shaken, broken, and twisted in the process.

The moment he looked at Giselle through countless oil painting monsters.

On the broken and twisted face, the monster named Huai Shi's eyes glowed with excitement.

Grinning.

At that moment, Giselle understood in her heart.

The outcome is decided!

To everyone else, the fight between the two was so dull that there was nothing to show for it.

Just when Giselle dropped her painting bag, the moment the two looked at each other, they both froze in place.

Not a word was spoken.

It's like the soul has left the body.

Then, Ai Qing and Francisco saw cracks and wounds appearing one after another on Huai Shi's body. She twitched violently and fell to her knees.

Giselle, on the other hand, was sweating profusely.

But soon, Huaishi's injuries began to become more and more serious, and blood flowed out and spread. And Giselle's face became paler and paler, until finally, a fist mark appeared on her face.

Then, another one.

again!

The arms were twisted and broken from the screams, the spine was broken invisibly, the skull was cracked, the eyeballs were detached from the sockets, and the face was distorted.

Then, trample! throw! Twist! Being torn apart and decomposed inch by inch...

Until the last moment, she screamed miserably and finally escaped from her studio.

Back to reality.

Trembling, regardless of the injuries on her body, she struggled to squirm behind her, screaming like a cry. As the color of the oil painting overflowed from the wounds, her injuries quickly recovered.

But his expression became more and more distorted.

Looking at Huai Shi, who seemed to be sleeping, he twitched in fear and trembled violently.

"monster!"

She roared uncontrollably, "You damn monster!!!"

And Huaishi seemed to have finally woken up from her dream.

Lift your eyes.

He glanced down at the serious injuries on his body and didn't care. He just smiled slightly, raised his broken face and looked at her: "It looks like I won."

Giselle's face turned pale. She wanted to say something, but she gritted her teeth, but she didn't have the courage.

Only Francisco sighed.

"Yes."

"You win," he said.

Huai Shi nodded: "Then, continue?"

Francisco was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and sighed silently.

Finally, he looked at his companion: "Giselle, help him treat him."

"Are you crazy?!"

The Doomsday Painter was shocked and speechless.

"I said, help him treat it."

Francisco repeated with a complicated expression: "Indeed, if we start a new round now, I have an advantage. But is this unfair?"

Giselle said nothing.

"Didn't we already agree?" Francisco looked at her: "Since we want to fight, we are willing to admit defeat. I don't want any regrets."

"..."

In the silence, Giselle said nothing.

Gritting his teeth, he got up from the ground, suppressed the fear in his heart, moved step by step towards Huaishi, and took out his paintbrush from the painting bag.

Randomly, stained with Huai Shi's blood, it was sketched on his body.

Move quickly.

Sketching begins.

Under the control of those deft hands, new textures and bones were redrawn, the wounds were covered with blood-colored paint, and new parts were created again.

In just a few minutes, Huai Shi's heavy injuries had disappeared without a trace.

Even the torn clothes on his body have been restored.

"Thank you." He thanked him gratefully.

Giselle snorted, ignored him, turned and left.

And right there, Huai Shi moved his body back to its original shape, hesitated for a moment, and continued: "I'm sorry for leaving you with bad memories.

But in fact, there is an easier way. "

Huai Shi said awkwardly: "But I think this is not good, it is too disrespectful, so..."

"you--"

Giselle was furious and looked back angrily: "How long do you want to humiliate me?!"

"Okay, okay, my bad."

Huai Shi raised her hands and surrendered without any impatience: "If you are not convinced, how about doing it again? I promise not to use such a scary method and will not cause any harm to you."

He paused and looked into Giselle's eyes: "But if you lose this time, you should be convinced, right?"

Giselle was silent.

Hesitating, struggling.

"Don't worry, even if you lose again, it won't count. It's just a demonstration." Huai Shi added: "Besides, you are not willing to have your art defeated in such a brutal way, right?"

Giselle hesitated to speak, and nodded slowly after a long time.

"Come again?"

Huai Shi smiled and stretched out his hand.

After a long hesitation, Giselle took his hand.

At that moment, as the oil paints changed, the studio expanded again.

This time, without giving Huai Shi any chance, all the paintings appeared in an instant. Giselle untied her restraints and launched a fierce attack on Huai Shi without mercy.

Huaishi, on the other hand, just stood there.

Let everything in front of you continue to penetrate into your eyes.

But, he bit his finger.

On his white shirt, he wrote characters one after another...

When that scene came into Giselle's eyes, she was involuntarily startled.

But even though she didn't care at all, those characters kept getting into her eyes, causing her to involuntarily say: "Akai coolie...monkey...monkey running?"

What is this-

Snapped!

At that moment, her body froze in place.

By the time he reacted, it was already too late.

Then, he saw the fist stopped in front of his eyes.

"As you said."

Huai Shi smiled: "The restrictions are the same, aren't they?"

That’s why the loopholes are so obvious!

It's simply so big that people would be embarrassed not to take advantage of it.

Since you choose to do it again.

Then I won’t be a gentleman...

Now, Huaishi spread her arms and began to take turns showing Giselle the characters written on her body.

From 'It's him, it's him', 'O wash the kelp' to 'The Northeast's winter', 'Beyond the mountain, there is a group of smurfs on the other side of the sea', 'ABCDEFG', 'Oba Jiangnan' style', 'I have pen'……

So, in front of her, singing and dancing.

Half an hour later, the studio finally disappeared without a trace. Giselle walked out of it in despair, like a zombie, and said no more words.

Looking at Francisco blankly.

After a long time, I burst into tears.

She couldn't stop the circulation in her brain.

Let him continue playing that broken accordion next time!