Durin's Diary

Chapter 448 They are there, waiting for history to judge loyalty and treachery.

Hake van Kliggen looked unhappy when he got into the carriage.

Because he heard about the agreement between the art center and Dulin.

Paying for good movies is a natural thing to do. Several of the movies made by this kid, Du Lin, are classics. Even "The Sound of the Wind", which many nobles think is a movie that is trying to make trouble for the Clegane family, is actually very artistic. The shadows and the lighting, now other directors are almost learning from Du Lin in terms of lighting and shadow.

What I learned was a little hilarious, or as the saying goes, a little laughable.

Huck has also seen this new movie, which is still set in a different world without gods. It is not easy to make a good movie in such a world. Du Lin’s last movie was pretty good, and those directors, big and small, wanted to copy something from it, but in the end, they couldn’t even copy the fact that there was no god in the world.

Now movie fans have to admit that if they really want to watch good movies, they have to choose Du Lin's movies.

Haacke admitted this, but the art center said that they also paid a sum of money to invite Du Lin to paint a picture for the art center's gallery.

This is a bit... not taking Huck's money seriously enough.

Please, can Du Lin really draw? He has never shown this talent before.

Yes, now when people talk about Du Lin, no one talks about his ability, because Du Lin’s ability is obvious to all, even a blind person has heard of his performance.

When people mention Du Lin in a certain project, the only thing they think about is whether he has talent.

Because everyone thinks that as long as he has talent, Du Lin can turn his talent into something visible to everyone.

With this thought in mind, Huck got off the carriage and looked at his wife, who was with the youngest member of the family - it was said that Reed was also at the Czerny Mansion today, and she insisted on coming to see her good sister.

Come on, everyone says that Du Lin is very kind to children. He won't get angry even if the children are this age or older, no matter how noisy they are.

In this respect, no legend on this earth can match his kindness.

The Czerny family's old butler had seen Huck many times, so as soon as the group entered the courtyard, he greeted them with a smile: "Master Du Lin is waiting for you and your family in the hall. He is currently refining the portrait. Please come in and take a look."

"Okay." Huck put his hands in his pockets and followed his wife.

But before that, he glanced at the bear in the yard. I heard it was Reid's pet. Aren't bears supposed to hibernate? Why wasn't this thing sleeping? It even turned its head and glanced at him. As he entered the living room, he first saw the lynx lying on a cushion by the fireplace, then the two large and small owls on the aviary.

If I remember correctly, the lynx is called Kal'tsit; and the two owls, the big one is called Hummer and the small one is called White-faced Owl.

Then Huck heard the call from his wife, and following her call, Huck looked towards the center of the hall.

Du Lin was standing on a movable step used by painters, and he was tracing the lines of a long scroll with a fine-line pen.

As for those people in the painting, as members of the Clegane family, Huck remained silent.

"Someone just said before getting on the carriage that the old man in the art center was spending money on those talentless legends every day, and he really couldn't stand it anymore." His wife laughed a little strangely.

"Dulin is obviously very talented." At this point, Hack saw his grandfather in the painting again. He had only seen him when he was a child, and the old man died when he was eight years old.

So, when he saw such a stern face again, Huck sighed in his heart.

He was tired of seeing these characters in the corridor, but at this moment when they were moved to the same scroll, they seemed so unreal.

Huck had read about their regrets in the family records and felt them. But Dulin, an outsider, seemed to understand the regrets of his ancestors better than he, a descendant.

Hake stood in front of his ancestor. He was the first one that Durin had refined. His armor was covered with damage, dust, and traces of blood and burns.

The wound on his face was very obvious, but because of this, he looked into the distance with his sideways gaze, as if he was also looking at the dark and invisible past.

Hake sighed and looked at Du Lin: "Du Lin, I regret it."

"What's the matter, your majesty?" Dulin asked as he was busy working on the canvas.

"Such a masterpiece should be collected by the royal family." Hake said sincerely.

But Du Lin disagreed: "But wouldn't it be better to put it in front of the entrance of the art center so that visiting guests can witness the history of the Cleggan family?"

"But this is such a waste. Such a good work should be treasured, right?" Huck still didn't quite understand.

In this regard, Du Lin expressed his opinion: "Everything in this world will eventually wither, and so will the scroll. Rather than hiding it for a thousand years to be eaten away by insects, it is better to place it in a palace of art, where it will be admired by art lovers and enjoy a century of glory."

"Besides, this is the money paid by the gentlemen of the Art Center, so naturally I have to speak on their side. Your Majesty, Harker, has so many paintings hanging in your corridor, so you don't really need this painting of mine, do you?"

Durin's words made Hack feel emotional. Look at what Durin said. He was only seventeen years old, but he was already thinking like a sage. What about his children and grandchildren?

There are not many good ones.

Romil is a good person, but he is someone else's child after all, and he is a half-blood. Neither the Clegane family nor the nobles of Sidney would like a freak who can easily live for one or two hundred years to occupy the throne for so many years.

If accidents were living things, they would be extremely busy, so busy that they would be in agony.

But what Du Lin said was not wrong after all: "Okay, but can you please not include me?" Huck said, pointing to the blank space on the other side of the scroll.

"I never intended to put you in there. Those who appear on the scroll are all deceased. I really didn't think of putting you in there."

This answer piqued Huck's curiosity again. "Okay, then what does this empty space represent?"

"It's pure white. It represents a future with infinite possibilities." Dulin's answer took Huck's breath away.

A future of infinite possibilities.

"That's very well said." Huck finally nodded happily.

Look, this scroll was there in the past, it had been there before, and my grandfather and father were there too.

Until finally, the future is there.

They are there, waiting for history to judge loyalty and treachery.

They are all there, until the past meets the future.

(End of this chapter)