Soul Painter

　　 When Gao Fan appeared on the plaza downstairs of the medical center.

　　 saw hundreds of passionate faces.

　　 Their sincere joy that radiates from the heart is so unscrupulous that they don’t hide the least, and the noble names that cheer from their mouths even carry a pious taste.

　　 makes Gao Fan feel like he is in the center of the spotlight and walking on the runway.

　　 Gao Fan clearly felt that these people liked him, respected him, and even... admired him.

It’s just that, compared to the love born out of the target’s appearance, knowledge, and identity, the intimacy and love of Bostno citizens for Gao Fan originate more from the depths of the soul, from the mysterious attraction, as if Gao Fan has reshaped their Soul... No, it's not shaping, it's stealing.

　　 Gao Fan stole the souls of six hundred thousand Bostno people and embedded them in the most proud paintings of his life, and now this thief walks the world like a **** in full view, accepting everyone's support and love.

This behavior may be called the work of the devil, but the **** and the devil are two sides of the same thing. The "indulgences" sold in large quantities in Europe by medieval religions are essentially the same as the "100 US dollars rewards" that Gao Fan paid the Bostno people. Whether it is donation or acceptance, as long as there is a deal with gods or demons, then the human soul is no longer free.

　　 Under the gaze of the great beings, this world has no gods or demons. Behind all sacredness is nothing but the madness of faith.

　　 Gao Fan stood in the crowd at this moment, deeply understanding this.

And the crowd crowded beside Gao Fan like believers. Because of Gao Fan’s arrival and because of Gao Fan’s silence, they gradually calmed down the cheers and fell into a collective silence, like a group of lambs waiting to be fed, etc. With God's enlightenment.

　　 "So, do you want to keep "Bostonian"?" Gao Fan asked them.

　　 "Yes." A citizen replied.

　　 "I'm sorry, its priority acquisition right already belongs to a certain consortium, even if I want to give it to you free of charge, they also have the priority right to be gifted." Gao Fan said.

"No, it's definitely not free." The citizen even said with some panic. He didn't know why he was panicked, but when it came to this great work, this kind of sentiment always came to mind from time to time, as if that It is a **** who cannot be easily offended.

　　 and the word ‘free’ is a kind of blasphemy.

　　 "I...no, we are willing to buy it." With that, the citizen took out 100 dollars from his pocket, spread it out, bent over and carefully placed it under Gao Fan's feet.

　　 After completing these actions, the citizen took a few steps back, then bent down and bowed deeply to show his respect, because the 100 dollars of money was not a charity, but a return.

　　 "Yes, I am willing to buy it."

"Yes, I do."

　　 "I am willing too."

　　 "We should buy it."

　　 The first citizen raised his head.

Then come down to the second citizen, the third citizen, the fourth citizen...Almost all the Bostno people gathered in the square began to imitate his actions. Kind of throbbing, a kind of enthusiasm, a kind of pilgrimage-like ritual.

　　 Their 100 dollars. This dollar used to be their reward for becoming a painter's model. Now it must be returned to the painter. This is the first step for them to qualify for "Bostonian".

　　 Soon, the 100 dollars at Gao Fan’s feet were stacked.

　　 And more Bostno people came after hearing the news and gathered in the square. They put their 100 dollars at Gao Fan's feet as if they had completed a speechless ceremony.

The flow of people gathered into the ocean. Soon the small square could not accommodate such a large number of people. After the police arrived, they began to maintain order. The citizens were unusually quiet. After they were driven away, they would leave obediently, but with expressions on their faces. Very pleased, like a sinner who has been saved.

　　 Gao Fan noticed that a tramp came to him, he put down the crumpled one hundred dollars, and then he carefully raised his head to look at Gao Fan.

　　 "I remember you." Gao Fan smiled, "You took more than one hundred dollars from me."

　　 The homeless man knelt down at Gao Fan’s feet. He knocked his forehead in fear and wanted to kiss Gao Fan’s toes: "I will return the other three hundred dollars to you as soon as possible."

　　 "No need." Gao Fan took a step back, avoiding the piety and awe of the tramp, "It's done when you want."

　　……

　　 Anna is upstairs, watching this scene.

　　 This scene made her feel in awe, and the speechless tremor spread on her skin. She couldn't imagine what kind of magic power was hidden in her lost memory that could make the whole city kneel and succumb in front of Gao Fan.

　　 She picked up the paintbrush and began to record this scene.

　　……

　　 Lawrence stood behind Gao Fan. He was always worried that Gao Fan would make any promises to the excited crowd, or that the crowd would engulf Gao Fan, which would cause unexpected danger.

When the first citizen put out 100 dollars and put it at Gao Fan’s feet, he felt puzzled. When the tenth citizen took out 100 dollars and'returned' it to Gao Fan, Lawrence realized what the 100 dollars meant. ... That is the'price' that Gao Fan once issued to these citizens.

　　 After realizing this, the same shudder ran along Lawrence’s nerves and roared, what did he witness, what is this, did the Bostno spontaneously conduct a fundraiser in order to keep Gao Fan’s paintings in this city?

And when the tramp knelt down at Gao Fan's feet~www.readwn.com~ The trembling running in Lawrence's brain had already made him tremble all over. He didn't understand what had happened, but when there were so many When the human beings formed such a spontaneous and unified group action for inexplicable reasons, it would only remind him of two words, pilgrimage.

　　 It seems that the return of 100 dollars is just to wash away the sins of the Bostno people.

　　 The entire pilgrimage process lasted more than half a night.

After Gao Fan left due to physical reasons, the money piled up at the entrance of the hospital was still gathering and increasing. By the time the LP organization conducted statistics the next day, the figure had exceeded 1 million US dollars. This huge sum of money was placed in this way. The entrance to the Bostno Medical Center is only increasing, not a drop.

　　 The lens faithfully recorded this scene.

　　 When the people gathered, reporters from TV stations and newspapers were already shooting here.

　　 Then the citizens spontaneously carried out the ‘fundraising’, the growing mountain of dollars, which also became the headline of the next day’s news, as well as the NBC morning news material for the live interview.

　　 So, on this morning of December 3rd, the entire beautiful country saw this spectacle that happened in Bostno: a mountain of dollars contributed by thousands of Bostno people.

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