kvmb Chapter 260
Chapter 260
On the other end of the network cable, Zhao Ruoming looked at the few words sent by the other party and his eyes lit up slightly.
Hooked!
Zhao Ruoming's original plan was to use the painting smuggled by 584 and "F" as bait to lure Xie Juqiu in. But after recording the video of Feng Xiaobao drawing, Zhao Ruoming discovered a serious problem.
Although Feng Xiaobao inherited some of 584's memories, aesthetics and artistic talent are things that can never be inherited. Moreover, 584 himself did not have any artistic talent!
Feng Xiaobao is undoubtedly a genius Xiaobao who is added to the plot, but the paintings that 584 smuggled from another world were created by a truly rare genius painter from that world. His life experience, aura, and talent are by no means comparable to Feng Xiaobao, who is less than double digits in age.
The painting skills can barely be inherited, but the rest of the parts cannot be simply passed off as a plot.
Zhao Ruoming wanted to persuade Xie Juqiu, so he had to produce some convincing evidence to prove that he knew "F", so he recorded this video. But now the gap between Feng Xiaobao's level and the paintings smuggled by 584 is so big that even Zhao Ruoming, an outsider, can see the difference. If Zhao Ruoming really dares to show this thing to Xie Juqiu and claim that this is "F", he will be on the honor roll of the Anti-Fraud Center APP tomorrow.
Zhao Ruoming was so worried that his hair turned white that he had to find another way. He planned to directly register an official account of "F" and declare in the tone of "F" that he was shocked by the dirty inside story of the entertainment industry and planned to never associate with people in the entertainment industry from now on. Although this method was not 100% sure, it should be effective for Xie Juqiu.
At this moment, 203 suddenly said, "There is no need to register F's account. 584 has his own account, and Xie Juqiu knows that it is 'F'."
Let’s not talk about that anymore. Now that Xie Juqiu has taken the bait, Zhao Ruoming can start acting.
After Xie Juqiu asked why, Zhao Ruoming thought for a moment and replied in the tone of a cold artist (Zhao Ruoming's imaginary version): [My talent has been completely killed.]
To be honest, this sentence is so immature that it would be laughed at as literature if it was written in a young manga. Fortunately, the 584th tree pit has the identity of a genius, and Xie Juqiu is full of mixed feelings at the moment, so he doesn't scare people away on the spot.
Xie Juqiu typed these words completely unconsciously. He didn't expect to actually receive a reply from the 584th tree pit. He was surprised and happy for a moment, and his hands were shaking as he typed:
[Talent is a gift from God, how can it be killed? ]
This is Xie Juqiu's consistent view. In her opinion, talent is like a person's blood type. She has heard of people having plastic surgery, heart transplants, and bone transplants. She even heard rumors a while ago that a certain CEO talked about brain transplants every day - but she has never heard of anyone having a blood transplant.
Zhao Ruoming narrowed his eyes and began to package the story.
[My story is very long - are you sure you want to listen? ]
Of course Xie Juqiu had to listen. If he didn't understand what F was going on, Xie Juqiu would do sit-ups even if he was sitting in a coffin.
[Of course. You said it's okay to stay overnight.]
Zhao Ruoming said, "203, can you connect to my brain waves? It's too late to type, you do it."
203 immediately took his position: "No problem, host."
Zhao Ruoming began to express his feelings in his mind:
[My father is a CEO... a big boss with a lot of money. My mother is an artist.]
Xie Juqiu was stunned. F's family actually had some connection with the entertainment industry? So after she entered the entertainment industry, she could see F from time to time?
Fortunately, in the next second, Zhao Ruoming made Xie Juqiu see how dangerous the world is.
[I am their child. I have lived in Neverland since I was young and I don’t know what sorrow is. However, as I grew up and became more sensible, I discovered some things I didn’t know before.]
The light stream of 203 flickered.
Zhao Ruoming argued, "From six months old to six years old, how can it not be considered growing up?"
203 continues to input: [I found that the relationship between my mother and my father does not seem to be open. I found that my father seems to look down on my mother and always thinks that she is not worthy of him. ]
Zhao Ruoming sold Huangfu Jin without any guilt: "Just tell me if this is the truth!"
203 typed as he spoke, "Yes. The host has been telling the truth so far."
[I don't understand why. I know that many people look down on people in the entertainment industry. Plus, my mother is not a famous artist. I think it might be because of this reason. I am a painter and have a little fame. I naively thought that my fame could do something for my mother.]
This is bullshit. 584 entered the entertainment industry purely for work. In 584's eyes, there is no difference between entering the entertainment industry and entering a mental hospital.
But Xie Juqiu obviously believed it. After knowing that the 584th tree pit was "F", she went through the other party's Weibo countless times, trying to find clues about her idol. In the photos of the mysterious woman posted by the 584th tree pit, sometimes some more professional camera equipment appeared, and sometimes the corners of the clothes of some employees wearing ancient costumes were randomly inserted. The 584th tree pit did not photoshop them out, but retained the original composition of the picture.
If F's mother was in the entertainment industry, that would make sense. Xie Juqiu thought to himself, maybe the tall woman in the photo whose face was never shown was F's mother.
Zhao Ruoming continued to make up stories. As time passed, she could no longer care about many details: [After entering the circle, I drew a lot of paintings. Some were scene drawings for the crew, some were collections given to investors, and some were posters for the publicity. I kept drawing. At first, I drew seriously, but later I found that those people could not tell whether my paintings were good or not, so I started to draw perfunctorily. The entertainment industry is a product of business, and art has only one way to go here. I didn’t understand this principle at first, but after drawing more, I understood it.]
Xie Juqiu bit his lip.
F said that in the entertainment industry, art has only one way to go: death.
Does she love art? Of course she does. But if she has to spend the rest of her life in a place where art is subjugated by commerce, can she really bear it?
Xie Juqiu suddenly felt strange. Why didn’t she think of these things when she first decided to enter the entertainment industry?
Zhao Ruoming opened his eyes and started to write: [Today, did you see the trending searches on Weibo? ]
Xie Juqiu was thinking about something else. When she received the message, she was flustered and just pressed "1" to reply. She was startled and just wanted to withdraw the message, but the message about the 584th tree pit came one after another:
[I don’t know what happened in the entertainment industry today. Most of those people collapsed. Many of the projects I received fell through. I suddenly felt relaxed and had a lot of time.]
[I breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly it occurred to me that it had been a long time since I had painted a picture with such concentration and without any purpose.]
So I rolled out the canvas—and you’ve seen what happened next.
"Oh!"
Xie Juqiu stared blankly into space, and it took him a long time to realize that this was the sound of his cell phone falling to the ground.
She hurriedly picked up the phone, and accidentally knocked the water cup off the table, making a loud noise. She didn't care about much else, and when she saw the message from the 584th tree pit, she felt as if her eyeballs were burned.
[The story I told is not unusual, and perhaps no one would believe it if I told it to others. In any case, this result was caused by my own choice. I don’t regret it, nor do I feel very sad.]
Zhao Ruoming said something literary: [I just think it’s meaningless. ]
select!
These two words were like a bolt of thunder, suddenly striking Xie Juqiu's mind!
"Xiaoqiu, what's wrong with you?"
Bo Tianjiao pushed the door open and walked in, his face showing an impatient expression as if he had been woken up from his sleep: "I heard some crackling noises in your room. It's so late, go to bed early."
Xie Juqiu knew that Bo Tianjiao had been filming all day and would be attending a banquet in the evening dressed up nicely, so it was understandable that he was tired.
During the dinner, she felt sorry for Bo Tianjiao's hard work, but at this moment, when she saw Bo Tianjiao's face, she felt strange.
Who is this person?
She was the lover Xie Juqiu chose for himself.
Why did Xie Juqiu love him?
Because he was still devoted to Xie Juqiu, he even found a substitute for Xie Juqiu.
How did Xie Juqiu know about this?
Because Xie Juqiu was reborn.
Yes, she is a reborn person... a reborn person.
So, how did she die?
The answer to this question, which had been deliberately hidden and closed by something, broke through the cage and emerged at this moment.
Xie Juqiu remembered that in her previous life, she had viewed a painting by "F" and was moved by the extreme wasteland-like red in the picture. She tried her best to pursue that color.
She didn't know the true identity of "F". She drew countless paintings, almost crazy, but could not restore the same red. After her desperate plea to no avail, Xie Juqiu fell into depression and despair. Until one day, she cut her hand while peeling an apple.
Looking at her own blood beads, she finally understood where the red color came from.
Xie Juqiu died for art. She dyed the canvas with her own blood. When she was dying and her blood had not yet coagulated, she finally saw with her own eyes the red color she had always dreamed of.
After her death, "F" learned about her and went to her grave in person to burn the painting.
“F” said regretfully: “The color of blood is only temporary, you see, it has now turned into the color of corruption.
"If there is an afterlife, I will tell you in person how to mix that shade of red."
In all her memories of her past life, only three things were important: painting, "F", and the last words left by F.
In her past life, there was no such thing as Bo Tianjiao. She didn't know who this person was. She was immersed in her own world until death tore her away from the world.
Xie Juqiu felt absurd for a moment. Why was she here? Why did she attend this ridiculous banquet? Why did she pretend to be friendly with these people who didn't understand art?
Most importantly, why would she give up her paintings for Bo Tianjiao, this man who came out of nowhere?
Xie Juqiu no longer wanted to know the answer to the question.
She waved her hand tiredly and said perfunctorily, "I was getting ready for bed and accidentally knocked over the cup." and sent Bo Tianjiao away.
Then, she sat in front of the computer, looked at the dialog box, and typed word by word:
【Thank you for reminding me. 】
[I know you are not him. This account is not his either.]
[But no matter why you conveyed this to me, thank you. ]
Zhao Ruoming was a little confused for a moment. No, how did Xie Juqiu see that?
Over there, Xie Juqiu had already typed out the last sentence:
[I will never put down my brush until death separates me from my muse.]