Hidden Yao Era

Sonia then turned to Mr. Ingmar and said, "Uh...... I don't think it's my fault, you made her cry, you sympathize with her so much, her suppressed feelings rush out all at once. She kept telling me later that she wanted to find a man to experience full spiritual and physical intercourse or something, and she felt that she was very depressed in the army. She seemed to have gone to an alien galaxy later, and sent a photo a few days ago, saying that she was married. "

"Is that my fault!?" said Mr. Ingmar.

"No, no, it's not your fault, it's not wrong with anyone, it's just ...... Truly...... Things are a bit unexpected. But I promise Casto won't, he won't want to sleep with you!" Sonia said very seriously.

"Hahahahaha, I believe that. Alright, or I'll talk to this dude, and you can clean the house for me, thank you!" said Mr. Ingmar.

Sonia nodded, then went to the bathroom to get tools and began cleaning.

Casto was bewildered by their jumbled conversation, and just punched him a little bit in the jaw. But he was ready to get to know this very scruffy-looking artist. He looked around the room, which was cluttered with paint, ink, canvas, paint, brushes, brushes, and toilet paper. So much so that Casto had a hard time finding a place to sit. He casually found a paint bucket and sat on it, but he didn't expect the lid to be opened. As soon as he sat on his ass, the lid was turned up, and the paint inside stuck to his ass. Castor felt his ass sticky and yelled, "Ah!!hhhh

Ingmar didn't expect him to sit there, and as soon as he tried to stop it, Casto's quick buttocks sat up. He said helplessly, "Sonya, come out of the bathroom and wipe your friend's buttocks!" Sonia shouted, "Huh!?" She came out to see that Casto was trying to turn his head while tugging at his pants to look at his ass, which was stained with a large patch of pink paint, like a monkey's ass.

"Poof! I'll wipe you!" Sonia said with a smile, as if she had forgotten that she had just beaten Casto. Casto said angrily, "Don't you have a place to sit here?" "Well, I am, but after Miria left, no one cleaned up the house. Everywhere I can put things, I use them for painting. Mr. Ingmar said with some embarrassment.

Sonia was about to wipe Casto's buttocks, but Casto snatched the rag from her hand and said, "I'll do it myself!" and he wiped his ass casually and asked Ingmar, "I heard you're a Martian?"

"yes, what's the matter, so are you?" said Mr. Ingmar.

"Well, I'm also a Martian, of the Cavendish family!" Casto replied.

"Well, I'm from the Victor family. Mr. Ingmar replied.

"Ah, you're Ingmar Victor!one of the greatest painters of our time!?I just heard your name from Sonya, I didn't dare to tell you in detail, I didn't dare to believe it until I heard your full name!" Casto said in amazement, his frustration and embarrassment swept away.

"Oh, you have to say my full name to believe that even if you see my real person, you can't be convinced that I'm a great painter?" said Mr. Ingmar, slightly upset.

"Your family is very powerful! from Earth to Mars, you are the most powerful art family! You have countless treasures in your hands!

"Well, they do be worth a fortune!" Ingmar nodded.

"Your painting is also priceless!Last time I auctioned, I saw your masterpiece auction for 50,000 Divine Stars Coins!".

"In your eyes, is a painting valuable just because it's valuable?" Ingmar's tone changed.

"No! they do have a high artistic value, your paintings are very infectious, the colors are too strong! they are so different from other painters, and everything you paint is like life, even if it is very abstract! It is still vivid!" said Castor excitedly.

"Oh, you get the idea. The value of a work of art is not how much it can sell, but how much it can infect people now and thousands of years from now, right? In fact, money cannot buy art, and people buy it with so much money just to pay homage to them. Mr. Ingmar said.

Castor turned his head and saw the painting next to him. It was an oil painting, with a light gray background, with a large black column running across the frame, as if the sky had been torn apart, revealing a corner of the universe. On and around the long column, dozens of thick black-and-gray lines line the painting, which are vast and thick, like pig iron. The black-gray lines are interspersed with flesh-like pink lines, and it feels like fresh meat has been cut. It was dotted with red spots, as bright as blood, revealing a strange and cruel aura. Casto looked at the painting and was stunned, and he didn't recover for a while.

"Is this your latest masterpiece, very different from your previous style!" asked Castor, turning to Mr. Ingmar.

"It's your masterpiece! I'm just depicting it!" replied Mr. Ingmar.

"Our?" Casto was puzzled.

"My painting is called 'War'!" replied Mr. Ingmar.

"This ...... I get it, and so do I...... I felt it. Castor was silent for a long time.

"It's not beautiful, is it?" said Mr. Ingmar.

"It's shocking, I can feel it! Life is torn and destroyed in war! You don't use images like fire or lasers to depict it, you almost completely use cold colors to emphasize the cruelty of war, and you use a little red to express the loss of life and the tragic scene. Casto said.

"Very well, Sonia feels right, you must be saved. Most people in the world buy my paintings because they are famous, and not many people can understand them. They're just numb in pursuit of something valuable. You can feel my painting and touch your feelings, which means that you are different from most people!Hahaha, Sonia brought you here!Nice to meet you!!" Mr. Ingmar said as he shook Casto's hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Ingmar!" Casto said, happily clasping Ingmar's hand.

At this time, Sonia had just come out of the bathroom cleaning, and she saw Casto and Ingmar looking at each other affectionately, and clasped their hands tightly. Sonia was stunned for a moment and said, "You guys...... "I'm so glad this kid understands my drawing!" Ingmar said excitedly, squeezing Casto's hand tighter.

"Oh, that's great!" Sonia said. "yes, that's great! I'm going to kiss this dude!" said Ingmar, who was about to slam his scruffy beard into Casto's face, when Casto suddenly smelled his body and quickly let go of his hand and ducked.

When Mr. Ingmar saw him dodging, he said with a disappointed expression: "I don't want to sleep with you! Don't hide brother, I finally met someone who understands my drawing! Let me hug you!"

"Uh, Mr. Ingmar, please respect yourself!" said Casto hurriedly. "Aha, don't you want to hug me? Hahahahaha, little brother is quite shy!" Ingmar said with a hippie smile. Sonia looked at the two of them with a smile as she cleaned up the living room. "You're all Martians, you all like your hometown, right?" Sonia interjected.

"Well, yes, I was born on Mars, but I prefer Earth!" replied Mr. Ingmar.

"Is it the center of human politics and culture?" asked Casto.

"It's not because of politics, it's more because of culture, or rather, because that's the cradle of human civilization. It is home to some of the greatest cultural achievements, magnificent and elegant architecture, paintings that have been left over a thousand years, and great relics formed by the combined efforts of nature and man. Some of the greatest works of literature were born there, and thousands of years ago, people would have made up stories and written hundreds of thousands or even millions of words about them. The greatest music was born there, the great Bach, Beethoven and Mozart, whose works can shock any person of conscience even now, whose symphonies can easily take more than half an hour to play, and it is said that there are people who have composed symphonies for more than an hour, these people seem to me really crazy! And those mysterious and timeless oriental melodies, they are simple and meaningful, I can hardly understand them, but I can feel the deep power behind the subtlety. These are all on Earth! Great Earth!" Mr. Ingmar said, almost raising his whole hand in salute Earth.

"Yes, I also have a friend who is very fond of earth literature. He should very much agree with you. He often goes to see literature from thousands of years ago, but in my opinion, he's just a pastime. Casto said disapplauded.

Not necessarily, the volume of hundreds of thousands or even millions of words of fiction in the Earth Sphere seems to be huge, and those who are willing to read these words are by no means purely for pleasure. These words contain the simplest and most simple truths of ancient human beings. has the most authentic state and emotions of human beings, and the literary path has become more and more crooked since then, and the control and understanding of human emotions are very problematic, and it is easy to go to extremes. The emotions are not pure, they are very complex, and they are very uncomfortable to read!" said Mr. Ingmar.

"Oh, his book does seem to have a lot of words, and he showed me that it seemed to have millions of words. Castor said.

"And what book does this friend of yours read?" asked Mr. Ingmar continued.