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"I hung this painting yesterday to motivate myself and make me more hopeful for the future." Iron is now the best way.

"This isn't a new painting from my uncle, is it?" Tie Hongyan asked.

"I drew it a long time ago." "Do you know, when I painted this painting, my mind was full of the words 'spring'. ”

"Was my uncle's heart full of hope during those days?" Tie Hongyan asked.

"No, that's when I was on the verge of despair." Tie Jinjue said.

"However, it seems to me that the painting feels alive and hopeful. My uncle said a long time ago that painting often reflects people's situation, and you told me that you used to understand my state by looking at my paintings. Iron Red Flame said.

"yes, that's right, but I said 'often.'" Tie Jinjue said.

Tie Hongyan asked, "Why was my uncle able to paint such a vibrant painting when he was almost desperate?" ”

"That day, when I was most desperate, I told a priest named Nian Jing about my despair, he was painting at that time, and I wanted to paint too, so I started painting with him, and after my first painting was finished, Nian Jing said that he could see how painful I was from my paintings. It was a cold day, but he told me that he wanted to paint a picture of spring with me. ”

"Isn't it very uncomfortable to paint a picture of spring when you are in despair?" Iron Red Flame Road.

"I thought the same thing before I painted, and I told him I couldn't do it, but he said I could do it. I said I'd better watch him draw, and he asked me if I wanted to get rid of the pain, and of course I couldn't wait to break free from the pain, so I nodded. He said that let me do what he said would make me less miserable. I followed what he said, and after I finished the first painting, I looked at what he had painted, and immediately felt that he was painting a real spring, and the spring I painted was all dead, and I was very irritable, and I had the feeling of digging out the pain in my heart for others to see, so I picked up the painting and stuffed it into my pocket. Nian focused on asking me why I kneaded it, and I said that it was not spring at all, it was lifeless, and the whole painting was dead, and I said that I didn't want to die, and I wanted to throw it away, so that the dead would not appear in front of my eyes, and said that I would definitely throw it in the garbage heap in a while. "I really didn't expect it before. ”

"What did he do?" Tie Hongyan asked.

"He said I didn't want the painting anyway, and he wanted me to give it to him. When I showed it to him, I thought he would open it and say something, but he took the garbage in my eyes and walked to the brazier for heating, and quickly threw it into the fire. The painting was engulfed in fire and soon disappeared. He said that I hated the lifeless painting, which was still with me in my clothes, and although it was not visible for a while, it did not disappear immediately. He said that although I crumpled the painting to the point that it was not in shape, the painting was still there, and it would in turn crumple my heart. He said that when he threw it into the brazier in an instant, the 'dead' quickly disappeared. "Tie Wandao said," then he said that he and I would each paint a picture full of spring, and I said that if I painted again, I would die. He said that the dead had been thrown into the brazier by him, and that they were gone. ”