In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1614: Fishing Day (7)
Chapter 1587 Fishing Day (7)
When Luo Ji closed the book, she was thoughtful. She didn't know when Schiller left such a line of text. Ji's views from beginning to end were perfectly consistent.
The doctor has an amazing brain, Luo Ji has known this for a long time. It is like the result of precise analysis and judgment.
What shaped his views?
The three sentences written in this book made Luo Ji more curious about this. A smart person must have a reason for being smart, and if he is as smart as Schiller, if there is no story, no one will I don't believe it.
Luo Ji put the book back in its original place, and carefully erased the traces left by the just moving. She turned around and began to look at the room again.
The clinic in Hell's Kitchen itself is not big, and three rooms are crammed into the second floor, so the bedroom looks rather cramped. Even so, there are still two rows of bookshelves against the wall and a row of museum shelves. There is a desk bed by the window, but it does not take up much space here.
The whole room presents a woody brown tone, with some very light wood and ink smells, which should come from the books displayed on the desk, and the most impressive thing is that all the tables and shelves in the room are placed Full of weird handicrafts.
In the eyes of the Asgardians, these things in the room are not antiques, and from the perspective of Luo Ji's taste, many of them have very low commercial value, more like souvenirs Big stuff like that, it doesn't even look like they were picked up somewhere.
Luo Ji has not been able to imagine in her mind that where the doctor usually goes, she will find some big things outside the local store and bring them back. Schiller picked up the star that was smashed by the Demon God during the fight.
Perhaps in his spare time, Schiller would recall bits and pieces of his past from under those items. When Luo Ji thought of that, Yuu showed a smile. The way of remembering the past is quite "human". .
Schiller lifted his back from the back of the chair and sat up straight, then sat forward, then leaned his body back, stretched out his hand to fiddle with the shaft of the fishing rod, and said: People think of death, and life and destruction are the main theme of all art.”
"Suffering shapes art?" Natasha read that sentence on the tip of her tongue, swallowed the non-leading question you were going to ask next, and asked another more philosophical question : "How does suffering shape art?"
"No expectations, you have to come, hurry, pray that everything goes well, and you can leave there as soon as you are done."
Natasha thought that I would ask that question, and she was stunned for a few seconds before realizing what topic Schiller was going to talk about, so you gave a special answer.
Luo Ji was not proud at first, you always think that no matter when and where, the preferential treatment you get is what you deserve.
"You are just as bad as him, but you are full of interest and full of expectations."
But that also satisfies a wonderful desire to spy. If you can see the private side of a well-known perfect person, it will always give people a sense of superiority that you are different from others.
Luo Ji walked along the two rows of bookshelves by the wall, and you found that the books under the bookshelves are mainly divided into several categories, one is professional books, and a small number are books on psychology and psychiatry. One category is folk tales, tales of monsters, and theoretical books that have nothing to do with literature, art and philosophy.
To Luo Ji's surprise, the scope of art books is very clear, almost completely excluding art forms such as music and dance, leaving only fine arts, or plastic arts.
Shen Qing nodded and said: "But they probably know that you can draw, because you have never painted until the day after you set off."
You pull the two sides of your lower lip down, and say: "Doctor, all the things he did in the past put you under less pressure than now."
Under the vast and quiet ice sheet, Schiller wiped off the water droplets under his hands with a sapphire blue towel. I just put a very obedient juvenile pike back into the tank. The process is very simple , but it was a little dangerous, because the fish knocked out the smoke from Natasha's hand with its weak and weak tail as soon as it hooked.
But at that time, you heard Schiller say again: "Charles should have told them about your experience after elementary school. Does he want to hear about things before that?"
Natasha raised her eyes in surprise, but she quickly put her eyes back under her fishing rod, and said, "You want to accept him for the Russian ballet dancers. Praise, but you actually know that you dance ballet for art, right?"
Natasha is almost covering her forehead, and you feel like you have to have another cigarette, because you really can't help but nod, and at the same time, you are very vague, Schiller definitely just wants to tell about myself thing.
"That sounds rather stupid, but you've never heard that he doesn't have any background in art education or related hobbies, doctor." Natasha paused for a while as if searching for memories, and then added Said: "He seems to always go to the opera house and buy records."
Natasha felt that her interest had become low, and some bad surprises were born from the completion of the task of inquiring about Schiller's past, and art is actually a topic that you can quite talk about .
"What does he think about art? Man."
The side of the male agent's left hand is still red, but you haven't pulled out another cigarette like Xu Shike, you put the end of the cigarette out of your mouth like a hungry addict, Biting the cigarette with his teeth, he spoke clearly.
"It's going to be slow." Natasha turned the axle of the fishing rod violently to lift up the fishing line as if venting her anger, reached out and grabbed the bait dangling in mid-air, and planned to replace it with a new one.
"Suffering may not necessarily shape personality, but it usually shapes art."
"What kind of art is he referring to? You skip ballet, and you even do it wrong, but you don't think it's art, at least it is to you."
"Then why is he going to elementary school?"
"Russian ballet art is unknown in the world." Schiller said nonchalantly: "This is the same as French ballet. The decorative lace is more like a weak declaration of ice, snow and storm.”
Thinking that the demon **** in the universe was fighting silently at that time, and Schiller, the white hand behind the scenes who planned everything, was strategizing in front of the screen and commanding the charge from the back line, but chasing after the demon god's **** to pick up souvenirs, Loki just wanted to laugh.
"Because he still calls you a doctor, you have to remind him that his lungs are about to be burned by cigarettes, and he hasn't caught a single fish yet."
But if a person doesn't have a low tower of thinking in his mind that can store countless memory fragments, this souvenir actually knows very little, so it doesn't seem to be sophisticated with some hateful cleverness, and it doesn't seem to be consistent That's what a smart doctor would do.
As we all know, Dr. Schiller is a person who will never regret, or there is no room for me to regret. After all, I have already arranged everything in the rear, and the results are within expectations. , and nothing to regret.
"You once visited the art gallery of the Repin Academy of Fine Arts." Natasha wiped away the frost that dissolved under the tip of her chin with the back of her hand that was still red, and said while recalling: "This is not the same as the United States. Or European art is not the same, just like Nick said, Russian art always contains a kind of vitality that comes from suffering, and artificiality and sickness are the main theme there.”
"Because that's what other people expected." Schiller also pulled down the fishing line to replace the bait that was too fresh. So you go."
Luo Ji knows that very few human intellectuals are very interested in philosophy, and they definitely want to study psychology. strangeness.
"Bad, doctor, you can really imagine the scene of him studying in a humble way, can he describe it in detail?"
"In order to perform? Art Xiaoshao is performing."
Luo Ji briefly glanced at the books under the bookshelf, there were not many literary masterpieces, and there were no representative masterpieces from various countries. After seeing what characteristics there were, Luo Ji turned her attention to art books.
Just literature and art...
Natasha felt that the answer was not outstanding, and it sounded like it did not surprise you, but before that, you heard Shen Qing say: "Forgive you for answering that question in a worse way, Man, because if you want to argue it worse, you have to start with him."
Natasha was stunned for a moment before she understood what Schiller meant. You have to take a puff of cigarette vigorously, and then forcefully exhale the smoke from your mouth to block your sight.
Natasha was surprised to find that you actually saw a trace of remorse under Schiller's face, so sophisticated that you are almost like me.
Natasha was not surprised at all. You are sure that the people around Schiele, those friends who are close to me and deal with me every day, really know that Schiele can paint .
"You thought that there would always be no surprises in the long seven years of life, so you regretted your original decision ~IndoMTL.com~ But it turns out that you were wrong. The whole elementary school life was boring and boring."
Like now, you went straight down the stairs to Shen Qing's bedroom, but turned away like Stark, so naturally you should get those secrets, which is what your wisdom made you do right Selected returns.
Natasha decided to speak, and that male agent can always faithfully implement every decision of his own. You plan to implement it until the noon dinner, knowing that Nick and Steve also caught a fish , laughing at us would be a wrong new topic.
"You know that there will be nothing bad if you come there with them!" Natasha took another puff of smoke, pressed the remaining cigarette **** under the ice and threw it aside, but Schiller just didn't have any Looking at you with a smirk, like watching a ballet performance.
"Just stop there." Schiller said as if reassuring. When I put the hook back into the water, I paused for a while before saying, "When he first came to the United States, he was What kind?"
The truth is a sweet bait—Natasha only now understands the true meaning of that sentence, and is there any harm in knowing Schiller after all? That kind of truth is useless? In order to complete the task? But that is actually a task, but Nick just mentioned it casually. Natasha saw that my work is not easy, and she just wanted to do her old boss a favor.
Schiller shook his head and said: "In fact, is there any factor in your study process that cannot be called modesty, or it cannot be directly called the antonym of modesty."
Natasha was really curious, so you leaned back and asked tentatively: "At this time, he is still him, is he still... the doctor?"