Black friday

Chapter 9 α8 Roses See Roses Again

Who ever said that art is the common language of the world.

Anyone who has seen Clement's paintings will have the same question, why he can describe such a cruel, real, bloody picture as a more peaceful and harmless existence than the glory of the Bible.

Under Clement's brushes, swords, guns and arrows give birth to luxuriant branches, leaves and buds, pure white light gives birth to death, graves are covered with creepers, and rose stamens spew out terrible poison...everything normal and abnormal is formed under Clement's pen. The fruit of fantasy.

Then when they picked up Clement himself, they would all find a common answer - isn't this surreal picture exactly the same as the impression of Clement Addams?

He fundamentally doubts the normal contradictions and oppositions, and uses his sermons to satirize and metaphorize the world he has witnessed.

Just like Dr. Reid, Reid felt that after Clement, he would never meet such a "wonderful" person again.

While Reid was staring at the frame, Clement didn't think as much as he thought.

There are a total of 109 paintings on display, some of which have been pre-ordered, and some of which are shown in public for the first time. If someone takes a fancy to the paintings in the exhibition, they can take pictures.In addition, there are several special paintings that belong to Clement's favorite paintings, which are all hung in the "not for sale" exhibition area appointed by him.

Clement just wanted to take Reid over there to have a look.

Seriously speaking, there are only nine "not for sale", and they are not the works that Clement is most satisfied with, because Clement is really picky, and even he himself is hard to please himself.But it's true that Clement really likes these nine paintings, otherwise they wouldn't have marked "not for sale".

Clement and Reid walk through the gallery.At first, Reid wanted to take a serious look at the paintings on their way, but Clement was more willing to share those "not for sale" with him.

Reid suggested: "Let's go slowly, Clement, they all really appeal to me."

Clement: "They can't walk, and it's the same when I look at it later."

What else does Reid want to say, please, he has to explain carefully, he doesn't disagree with Clement's statement, he just wants to chat with Clement, a new acquaintance, you can say that he is a friend, for example, ask him some knowledge about painting, they Those things can be discussed in harmony. Reid, with Gideon's support, worked hard on this.

Gideon said that the communication between people is nothing more than common topics and like-mindedness. Reid studied things that he didn't have much contact with before. These days, it can be said that he has accumulated a lot of experience to chat with Clement——Reid is so thought.

Clement stopped him.

Clement raised a finger to his lips: "Shh."

Reid subconsciously pursed his lips: "Huh?"

Clement grabbed Reid's wrist while Reid wasn't paying attention, and the thin clothes stuck to Reid's too thin wrist for his height. Clement carefully grabbed his hand, his eyebrows stretched out, and the spider's limbs also bared their teeth and claws. , said: "This way!"

Clement took Reid's hand, the two of them didn't delay much this time and arrived at their destination soon.

The non-sale items are all behind a relatively independent art wall. Clement and Reid turned the corner and saw nine paintings, large and small.

The largest being the huge painting that took up one wall, Reid's eyes widened and he let out a small exclamation.

"Caramia"

"My beauty..." Reid stopped in front of the painting, his eyes bright and novel.

Clement let go of his hand, freeing Reid to watch her.

That's right, it's "She".

The background of the painting is a gray and white wall graffitied with many devil symbols. A woman in a long black dress sits in front of a luxurious seat with gold-painted black bone armrests, with her hands elegantly placed on her abdomen.Her facial features are deep and beautiful, and the deep gothic makeup makes her look cruel and indifferent. However, when she looks at a certain point outside the frame, she becomes a silent temptation.

Slightly drooping eyelids are affectionate, red lips are drawn to seduce.

But her eyes are so ingenious and charming, staring at people outside the painting, but it seems that no one can get into her eyes.

"She is so beautiful."

Reid's surprise and undisguised admiration pleased Clement, who sincerely offered his treasure to him. Clement turned his attention to the painting. He seemed to have a close-up look at the portrait made of oil painting, with a trace of respect in his expression. .

Clement: "She is my aunt Morticia Addams."

Reid suddenly realized, compared the position of Morticia's eyes on the painting, and said: "So, she is looking at Mr. Addams, and the name is also from the perspective of Mr. Addams!"

Clement nodded, with a little pride in his smile: "She is his beauty, and he is her prodigal son."

"Hermonsauvageandhiscaramia." Reid repeated, saying to Clement: "I can imagine how good their relationship is."

Clement raised his eyebrows, and he was a little excited: "As you think."

Clement used four words in a row to describe the relationship between the Addams and his wife: "Beautiful talents are as gluey as paint, full of love until they rot."

Reid also laughed: "Perfect!"

Clement continued: "The exhibition is over, and I intend to give this painting to my uncle, hoping he will like it."

Reid: "Definitely."

Reid looked directly at the young painter who was about the same height as him, and said firmly, "Your paintings are really amazing, I think they will like them."

Clement: "Thank you, Dr. Reid."

Reid's face became hot, and he turned back into the shy young doctor again, but even so, he looked into Clement's eyes without any intention of hiding, which could be seen from his sincerity: "You're welcome, you really Great!"

Clement said happily: "There are a few other works, all of which I have successfully expressed at a certain stage. If you like it, please let me know. The Eastern proverb says that it is better to give a gift to you than to give it to you for a smile." .”

Dr. Reid, who has read many books, was puzzled: "Is there such a proverb in Huaguo? I have never heard of it."

Clement: "Ah, that may be my memory is wrong, to the effect."

Reid didn't get to the bottom of it either, because at the moment he was most concerned with the surrounding frames.

Previously, Reid wasn't flattering Clement. If Reid racked his brains to come up with compliments to compliment someone, Reid said he would never be able to do it. Therefore, what Reid said was the truth from the beginning to the end. I really like Clement's paintings, and some of the thoughts Clement conveyed from the paintings.

Reid quickly scanned the patterns and corresponding names on the frame, and with his flexible brain functioning, he basically understood the relationship between the content of the painting and the name of the painting.

If you don't understand, you can ask Clement for solutions at any time.

Clement is really a good person. Even if he is such a clumsy person to talk to Clement, he will occasionally run the train to digress when talking to Clement, but no word or opinion will be ignored by Fang Suo. Thinking of this, Reid gave Clement a grateful smile.

Clement was startled: "What? Is there any problem with Dr. Reid?"

Reid opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Clement said: "It's okay, you speak slowly, I'm listening."

Reid said, "Well... I don't quite understand the meaning of this painting."

Clement looked along his fingers.

"Selfish"

"Broken roses always contain some sad mood, but you don't seem to think so, you sweep the red flowers to the ground, and show the dark green stems." Reid said: "I feel very calm, I look at this There is nothing but tranquility and comfort in my heart.”

Reid is an excellent BAU detective, and he can figure out some things without special profiling, and he can't tell whether it should be regarded as an occupational disease or an occupational advantage.

Reid looked at the painting with gentle eyes, and said: "Clement, you are really a very good genius. No matter what the subject matter of your painting is, whether it is a bloody crow pecking at a rotten snake tail, or an owl on a gallows... it can make people feel A kind of spiritual comfort."

He turned to face Clement and smiled slightly, "You painted hell, but we saw heaven."

Clement: "Thanks for the praise."

He moved closer to Reid to better explain his idea to him.

There's really not much to say about this painting. Clement thought that this was just a small daily routine of Addams, but without any reason, he recalled the scene when he left Addams' territory for the first time many years ago and walked into the metropolis.

He once saw the world clearly, but he did not change his nature and was obsessed with himself.

Clement believes that Wednesday is a very poetic little girl. She loves the Bermuda Triangle, she worships mystery and the unknown, and she has the courage to explore her own heart. Her favorite game is to experiment with Pugsley on "Does God Exist?"

What Clement remembers most is a sentence she once said: "There is no suffering, no life."

No suffering, not for life.

Ten years ago, Clement wrote the first letter home by himself, and traveled through countless cities and villages before arriving at Addams' old house.

Clement had almost forgotten the contents of the letter, only remembering that the reply was written by Wednesday, and Wednesday, as usual, expressed his miss and admiration for Clement at the beginning, and then complained to Clement in a heavy tone.

So what is she complaining about?

Clement couldn't help laughing every time he thought about it. Wednesday wrote such a passage in the letter: "The life in the school is too rigid and dogmatic, which is really unlikable. I thought I could bear it. I promised my mom to misunderstand Hold on until college graduation, as long as there are no stupid kids... Big cousin, did you have to endure such inhuman torture when you were in school? They screamed in my ears, laughed, and even tried to drag me along! Big Cousin, this is real hell!"

"Big cousin, I went to your studio to look through it. You gave me the right, didn't you? Big cousin, I really miss you. Although there is no suffering and no life, but those children are like God to me. A smile is even more terrifying..."

"Your little sister Wednesday Addams."

It's hard not to laugh when Clement reads that letter, his little sister, the fearless Wednesday, the biggest weakness is the fairytale happiness of those children, Addams knows, she still dare not watch Disney!

It is also because of this that Clement would tell such a story to Wednesday the night before.Red is not Wednesday. There may be a second Wednesday in the world. The name comes from a nursery rhyme, which means "Wednesday's children are full of sorrow", but none of them can be Wednesday Addams.

Clement said last night: "Because she's not you."

Clement said a decade earlier: "Because they're not Addams."

How could they - those people - people from the outside world - be Addams?

Who can imitate Addams?

Addams said there is no suffering, not for life.

Addams are still standing on the heights of fate, mocking all the pain and blame in the world with their cold eccentricities.They are arrogant, domineering, proud of being selfish when they associate with evil, they only embrace the people they like, obsess over what belongs to them, but try their best to resist the emotions that will burn their skin. The essence is to please human beings.

Clement was no different.

Compared with others, Clement, who walked out of the world early, may have a little more humanity, but he is still the arrogant Addams in his bones, and he will never be willing to degenerate and join the world.So he sees the world, knows that he is out of place, but knowingly commits the crime, and refuses to hand over any weakness to others.

Only the one he loves can hurt him, only the one he loves can approach him, and only the one he loves can reveal all his true feelings.

No one can imitate Addams.

Nobody can change Addams.

Selfish and romantic, they are the perfect dark species.

Oops, Oops, accidentally wandered into the past too far. Clement murmured, and pressed the back of his left hand holding the sketchbook to his forehead.

Then he saw Reid, and Reid's attitude was still the same, looking at him with curious but not overly probing eyes, waiting for his answer.

Clement told him proudly: "Love what I love, hate what I hate-this is my conception of this painting."

Selfishness, Addams' selfishness.

They don't care about others, they don't want to, and they won't.Just as they would do charity, make large donations, but never get involved.

Addams is always like this, love what I love, hate what I hate, all in my way.

Reid seemed to realize something, and before Clement could speak again, he told him about another painting.

It was a very strange self-portrait.

There is a black urn painted with a white Zentangle painting on it. The urn is opened, and there is a spider lying inside.

Very strange.

It's so strange that if Reid hadn't seen the title of the painting, he wouldn't have guessed that this painting was actually a "self-portrait".

Reid looked at the spider, then at Clement's face, and said, "You seem to like the arachnid?"

Clement: "Because it's me!"

The author has something to say:

>Today's Christmas Eve, let's make a heart in advance V

Eat an apple and be happy and safe. Forget all the bad things this year, and we will still be a good man next year.

>Hermonsauvageandhiscaramia. (Her prodigal son and his beauty.)

If I am illiterate, I directly applied the subtitle translation. I really like this translation!The prodigal son and the beautiful woman, the handsome man and the beautiful woman, and the beautiful man and woman are all tailor-made for uncles and aunts!

> No, no case was written.I overestimated myself too much. If it’s [-] words, it’s probably over. I’d better work harder tomorrow, hope the sky

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