When Lin Chaoyang arrived, the first topic naturally fell on "The Death of Van Gogh".

Hong Zicheng took out a few pages of manuscript paper. This was a review article he wrote for "The Death of Van Gogh" and planned to submit it to a literary review magazine.

The title of the article is "The Death of Van Gogh: A Dialogue between Art and History" and it reads:

The charm of "The Death of Van Gogh" comes from the author's profound interpretation of the works of art and his re-deconstruction and interpretation of Van Gogh.

This cultural journey across time and space inspired readers' strong interest in art and history, and also showed the world the life experiences of Van Gogh, a great painter.

It not only brings readers in-depth thinking about art and faith, but also carries profound cultural value and ideological connotation.

Hong Zicheng's comments were full of praise for "The Death of Van Gogh". He took it out in front of everyone, making Lin Chaoyang, the novelist, a little embarrassed.

"Brother Zicheng, you are exaggerating." Lin Chaoyang said modestly.

"If I don't praise it better, how can I publish this article? How can I earn royalties?" Hong Zicheng joked.

When everyone heard this, they laughed.

It was a freezing cold day and the winter wind was biting. The train was driving slowly on the railway tracks. The sound of the collision between the wheels and the railway tracks echoed in the open fields, which was particularly deafening in the dark night.

In the vast darkness, only a car light in front of the car was on, like a torch.

Zha Haisheng sat quietly on the seat outside the hard-sleeper carriage. He looked at the night outside the carriage window and could only vaguely make out a few lonely gray trees.

He got on the train in the evening, and it was already past nine o'clock in the evening. Although he didn't know the specific location of the train, he thought it was in Hebei.

From the day he stepped out of his hometown, the map between Anhui and Yanjing was engraved in his mind.

Just now, he was bored on the train and turned over "The Death of Van Gogh" again.

This was already the second time he had read this novel, but he was more moved than before.

He felt the same way as Aaron's devout belief in art, and also felt that Van Gogh's talent was not appreciated.

This kind of emotion kept ripples in his heart, making him unable to calm down for a long time, and there was always a desire to talk in his mind.

He originally thought that this desire would be satisfied after meeting Xu Lingjun, the author of the novel, but this was not the case.

He cast his gaze out the window again. The dark scene in the wilderness seemed endless, and there was nothing else except the loneliness that accompanied it.

The desire to gushing in his mind made it difficult for him to restrain himself. He finally found paper and pen and wrote heavily on it:

go to the south

go to the south

There is no lover or spring in your blood

no moon

Not even enough bread

fewer friends

Just a group of painful children, devouring everything

Thin brother Van Gogh, Van Gogh!

The train's trembling movement on the rails made Zha Haisheng's handwriting twist, but the hot emotions in his heart finally found a place to pour into.

"Skinny Brother" is the name Zha Haisheng gave to Van Gogh himself, because in "The Death of Van Gogh" it is said that Van Gogh was thin and slender. He wrote all his laments about Van Gogh's short and painful life in the poem.

When he stopped writing and looked at the words on the paper, it was hard to believe that this was the poem he had just written.

Zha Haisheng wrote essays, reflections, and learning experiences in school, but he never wrote poetry. The genius-like poet only started writing poetry a year later.

But now, although he has never written poetry, he has read a lot. After carefully tasting it, he was inspired by it. He found that he actually wrote quite well.

This discovery made Zha Haisheng very happy. He did not expect that he seemed to have some talent in writing poetry.

He carefully tore off the manuscript paper and folded it. He wanted to put it in his arms, but took it out and read it again.

I haven't written my name yet, I should have a name.

He thought for a moment and then wrote a name at the top——

"Al's Sun—For My Thin Brother".

This poem was written after reading "The Death of Van Gogh". Zha Haisheng was thinking of Lin Chaoyang whom he had seen during the day.

You should send this poem to him.
Chapter completed!