The painter was a self-satisfied artist, and everyone praised him.
when I first saw him. The artist was impressed by him. Can't help but pick up the brush to capture that beautiful face.
I think when he first arrived, he was still a shy and beautiful young man. The painter took him to the first step in this colorful world. In the bustling and bustling world, he adjusted his clothes and taught him the norms and etiquette of the first upper-class society.
But if he can, he is willing to keep him out of all this forever, in addition to all kinds of temptations, in addition to all kinds of ugliness, and always have such beauty and purity. Like the most beautiful and pure silent gaze on the canvas.
The painter created a base of immortal youth for him, depicting his original moving appearance with strokes of color. Not stained with vulgarity, not stained with filth.
The painter said admiringly to others: I have never seen such clear eyes, I am just depicting what I see, the brush itself is beating.
In the painting, he has a deep and sad look in his eyes.
He watched him go astray step by step, and those close to the ink were black. Watching him go to the dark abyss under the bewitchment of others. Indulge in sensuality and linger between one body after another.
He wanted to do his redemption, but he was not as persuasive as he was tongue-tied.
He is so beautiful, so alive and fragrant.
But there is no heart anymore.
Just no heart anymore.
The painter was stunned under his kiss. Knowing that he was just playing on the scene, the perfunctory sweet words were only used for flirting. But he is so beautiful. The painter can only surrender. Bewitched by him without dignity.
He has changed, he is no longer the man on the canvas. Just a beautiful skin. The soul is rotten and dull.
The painter made him, but also died at his hands.
Years later, he returned, still bright and vivid. Still has the charm of dumping people. Including that girl, including those girls who used to be.
However, he would still be afraid.
While playing the piano, he turned his head and saw his old man covered in blood, and his hands were already dyed red.
There were accusatory whispers all around.
But repentance is useless.
Have you changed it?
He thought maybe he could make a change, start over, get out of here and be a good person.
The young girl, smiling like a flower, stayed by his side. It seems that he really intends to put aside the past and live a good life with her.
But I know he doesn't love her. She was just a witness he wanted, borrowing her to get through this bleak time.
Even if he said to the girl: You have my whole heart. I don't believe it. (He chose to end himself in the fire, not because of repentance, but because he knew that it was irreversible and youth could never be had again.)
Because he was a heartless man.
I feel sorry for that silly girl named Emily. And that painter named Basil, I feel sorry for him.
(Only from an emotional point of view. Characters refer to incompetence and only use the third person.)
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