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Chapter 599: Colors and Warm Colors, the Colors of People’s Hearts

As for whether the psychology is abnormal or twisted.

It's not something they have to consider.

After all, among the ghost masters, is there anyone who doesn’t have a bit of a psychopath?

People who have been suppressing the weirdness in their bodies for many years and have not gone crazy are already very healthy and tough mentally.

Seeing that Clo insisted again and again, the butler, as a butler, could not continue to persuade him, so he went to prepare food and tea for Clo.

And after the butler left.

He put down the paintbrush in his hand.

He looked at the painting and slowly frowned. "The colors aren't good enough. What's missing from my painting?"

“Why does the scenery in the painting feel so empty and cold?”

"What is missing from my painting?"

Chloe's eyes were filled with confusion.

Tanzhi stood by and watched with his hands folded.

Slack couldn't help but say, "This person's personality is very similar to yours, just as paranoid."

"I don't think this is bigotry. It's clearly about striving for excellence and pursuing higher levels of artistic skill. It's a very positive behavior. Please don't bring your prejudices to me."

Slack was also standing on Clo's left. He looked at the unfinished painting on the easel and felt that something was indeed missing from it.

But that's exactly what it is.

When he looked at the painting, the feeling of nausea and vomiting disappeared.

Cloe muttered to himself as he finished the painting.

"No, it's still wrong."

But then, he didn't finish a single painting.

Every time when he was halfway through drawing, or just starting, he would suddenly go crazy and tear up the drawing paper.

His paintings seemed to have reached a bottleneck, and seemed to lack some inspiration.

He has never been able to produce a painting that satisfies him.

And this emotion has affected his subsequent creations.

He wrote less and less.

The paintings are getting worse and worse.

The torn drawing papers were piled all over the floor.

In this era, drawing paper is considered an extremely precious thing.

Not to mention the more expensive pigments of various colors.

If Cloe's family had not come from a merchant family, they might not have had enough money to support him in painting.

For several days.

Except for sleeping and eating, Cloe sits in front of the easel and paints.

However, he did not complete a single work.

So, Cloe stared at his red eyes and went to the study to look through the books.

He found a very unpopular book, perhaps he accidentally brought it with him when he bought books.

This book looks new and has not been read by anyone.

Clo's father is a businessman. Although he is not illiterate, he is not keen on reading. Instead, he prefers to study how to make money and improve his status and identity.

I bought these books mostly for show and to impress.

Now that Clo was born, it became his exclusive room.

However, there are many bookshelves in the study, and the books on them are of various kinds, covering everything.

Clo usually learns some knowledge from his tutor, and he only reads the books in the study occasionally during his free time.

This was the first time he had seen such a deeply hidden book.

“Color and warmth?”

"Is this a book about painting techniques? I haven't seen it before."

For him now, these books related to painting are the most important to him.

He quickly opened the book and started flipping through it.

“Human emotions are vast and rich.”

Unfortunately, after reading the first sentence, Clo discovered that this book was not about paintings, but about people.

Chloe was a little disappointed.

However, out of some curiosity, he still picked up the book and continued reading.

“Human life is also very colorful. If you observe carefully, you will find that the colors are enough to make a master of outstanding painting unable to depict the magnificent scenery in his lifetime.”

"How rich are human emotions?"

“In this complex world, human emotions are like a living painting, on which we paint endless colors with colorful brushes.”

“Joy is a field of golden wheat.”

“Sadness is a deep blue sea of ​​melancholy.”

"Anger is a hot, red flame."

"Hatred is an endless black abyss."

"Love is like the setting sun, warm and bright."

“Melancholy is a mysterious purple, carrying an emotion that is heartbreaking enough to tear a person’s heart apart.”

"I think that human blood, in its beginning, might have had the same bright color as joy and love."

“It’s supposed to be warm and intoxicating.”

"It is a warm and bright color, like the crimson of the sun, or like the lava erupting from a volcano."

“Blood flows through our bodies, and emotions are like veins, running through our bodies.”

“When the skin is cut, it represents the fiery heat of life gushing out. It is a shocking color, so beautiful.”

"It makes me want to kiss it."

"I think its colors are shocking enough. It gives me endless inspiration and motivation. I fell in love with it."

"It makes me feel the shock of life. It seems that only in this way can I feel that I am still alive."

After reading it, Cloe took a few steps back with a pale face, and the book in his hand fell to the ground.

He stared at the book on the ground with uncertain eyes.

His expression looked very shocked.

It was as if he had seen something unhealthy, contrary to his previous education, and some banned book that should be prohibited from publication.

After a moment, he hid the book back in the corner of the bookshelf and hurriedly left the study.

Slack off and walk up.

Took out the book.

Although the name of this book is "Colors and Warm Colors", it seems to be discussing the theory of colors in paintings.

However, judging from the first sentence, it seems to be discussing some philosophy about human emotions.

The whole book has a bit of a stream of consciousness feel to it.

Some people who don't understand it may feel confused, while others may enjoy watching it.

Those who can understand it will feel more and more frightened the more they read.

You may even feel an itchy scalp and discomfort all over your body.

However, people who share the same idea will become more and more enthusiastic as they read this book, and may even want to regard it as a classic.

Treat the author of the book as a close friend in life.

As Xiala watched, his expression changed again and again, and finally he became thoughtful.

Tanzhi watched anxiously from the side, "Hey, what on earth is written on it? Why are all your faces so weird?"

"Have you finished reading? Let me see after you finish."

I flipped through it a few times lazily, and found that the rest of the book mostly described life and the colors of human nature.

What a dark poison, the jealousy that corrodes people's hearts, the blood-sucking leeches transformed by greed, the red blood was finally dyed black.

It seems to be expressing the author's point of view.