Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 176 The Painter in the Painting

The girl talked and laughed with the boy, and her enthusiasm may have made the boy, who seemed a little lonely, a little overwhelmed. They talked about their experiences in school today.

The boy said they couldn't play for too long. After school, his family had other courses to attend. He had a lot to learn because his parents had high expectations of him. They hoped that he could join a larger family in the future. Therefore, although nepotism was important, at least he needed to meet the higher requirements of those families to ensure the treatment after joining.

The girl said that she had been asked to learn more recently, and her grandmother had helped her contact a family called Bilot, from which she came, and now wanted to send her back. There were better conditions there, which would allow her to live a life without worries.

The Bilott family, the boy had heard of their name, was at the height of their power.

It is a big family, and the girl will become the daughter of that family.

By then, the distance between the two will inevitably be far, very, very far.

The boy followed the girl in a dull mood. On the way, he saw a woman with strange clothes coming towards him. He subconsciously looked up and saw her beautiful but scarred face. Their eyes met briefly and then separated.

weirdo……

Lin Yilin passed the boy nonchalantly, without any other movement, just like in her memory that Yagui and her childhood self passed by among the ruins after the earthquake.

"What will happen if we kill him here?" Zheng Fan suddenly asked from the side.

Lin Yilin: "It's OK. Although it's very real, it's just a memory that the artist kept when he created the painting."

"It's a holographic image?"

"Almost. However, Ke Meng said that the overlap between different worlds is the intersection of time and space, so under certain circumstances, time travel between multiple worlds is not impossible. Even the painter's paintings can serve as anchors to make this happen more easily, but the probability is only increased from infinitely close to zero to about one percent, which is not a small amount."

"Has that Ke Meng ever done that?"

"She didn't try it in front of us, and who knows if she has tried it herself. Artists are slaves to inspiration, and it's not something they can do easily if they want to go beyond the norm and break through the shackles."

As she spoke, Lin Yilin stopped by the roadside and said, "If you have any more questions, just ask the painter himself."

When she walked here just now, her main purpose was not to look for Xiao Yagui and Luo Sewei, but to compare the perspectives and find the position when the painter created the painting.

Although painters rarely appear in their own paintings, who knows?
Kevin told me that the owner of this studio had been gone for a long time, and his whereabouts were unknown. This was normal for artists, after all, no one could predict when they would suddenly have a burst of inspiration and directly sublimate and cross into another world.

There are also some painters who place part of their spirit in their paintings.

This time she was lucky and found it.

A middle-aged man is standing on the lawn by the roadside. His face looks weather-beaten and his temples are gray, but at this moment he looks relaxed. He is enjoying everything in the present moment and painting on the canvas in front of him with great skill.

As for his own image, it does not seem to conform to the ordinary people's impression of artists.

Lin Yilin stepped forward.

"Oh, beautiful lady, please move aside with your male companion. I can paint for you, but at least now I have to finish this street at dusk." The painter said in a leisurely and somewhat naughty tone.

Lin Yilin said "Excuse me" and moved aside, while Zheng Fan asked curiously: "Can you see me?" The painter did not stop writing and smiled: "Of course I can see it. No painter would ignore such rich colors. It is almost taking away all the focus of the world. But this is not possible. The world cannot have only one color."

"I think you are right." Zheng Fan nodded in agreement.

Although the other party seemed to have observed him, Zheng Fan's "invasion radar" had no reaction. The other party was just a shadow in the painting and could not possess him at all. The possession of the illusion was to invade reality, and the painting was originally unreal.

"Hahaha, thank you for your understanding. It is very difficult to paint for you. I am not knowledgeable enough, so I won't make a fool of myself." The painter smiled elegantly.

Lin Yilin and Zheng Fan stood by and watched him paint. Although it was the right street, there seemed to be no trace of the two children.

"That boy has grown up very well now." The painter suddenly said.

"How do you know?" Zheng asked back.

"Haha, don't look at me like that. I'm just a painter and I can't see the future. It's just that he came back. He came to the studio after I left and entered this painting." The painter explained.

Lin Yilin was not surprised. Yagui had known about this place for a long time, and it was impossible for him not to come here in person: "Yagui has been here... is he here?"

"He originally wanted me to draw a new picture of that girl for him. But I am no longer here, so I can only chat with him in the painting."

"What does he want to paint?" Lin Yilin asked with a clear goal.

"It can't be that he is remembering his beloved wife. Oh, they didn't end up together." Zheng Fan pretended to cover his mouth.

“It’s like an anchor,” the painter said. “He wants the girl back, even if it’s in another form. Not for the girl, but for himself.”

"His heart died a long time ago."

Lin Yilin and Zheng Fan were silent for a while. Lin Yilin was thinking, while Zheng Fan was simply in a daze.

After the painter finished painting, Lin Yilin continued to ask: "You have sealed a lot of illusions with your paintings."

"Yes, this is exactly what I have been studying all my life." The painter nodded and gently placed the brush on the palette. "I am trying to integrate the 'black' into this beautiful color. They should not be the only ones excluded from the super-inspirational creation. Unfortunately, my talent is still far from enough. Even if I force them into the world of painting, there is no guarantee of harmony."

"Now, my studio has become like this. A little foreign color has caused my ability to blend white and black to fail, and the hallucinations are out of control. They should hate me very much. But I am no longer in reality, and I may even have died in the journey of exploring colors. When this disordered color carnival is over, the world in these paintings will also collapse, and my mark will disappear."

"We will help solve it." Lin Yilin said.

"Haha, thank you, girl. What do you want me to help you with?" The painter looked at Lin Yilin gently.

“…Please help me draw a picture.”

Zheng Fan looked at Lin Yilin, wondering what she was thinking.

(End of this chapter)