Chapter 1614 Fishing Day (VII)

Chapter 1587 Fishing Day (VII)

Loki closed the book thoughtfully. She didn't know when Schiller left this line of text. It might be after the situation in Asgard stabilized, or it might be earlier. But it was perfectly consistent with Loki's view from the beginning to the end.

The doctor had an amazing brain. Loki knew this a long time ago. Unlike others, Loki knew that those opinions that hit the nail on the head were not from some kind of superpower type of mind reading, but more like the result of precise analysis and judgment.

What shaped his views?

The three sentences written in this book made Loki more curious about this. A smart person should always have his reasons for being smart. If he is as smart as Schiller, no one would believe it if there was no story.

Loki put the book back in its place and carefully wiped off the traces left by the move. She turned around and continued to look at the room.

The clinic in Hell's Kitchen is not big, and three rooms are crammed into the second floor, so the bedroom seems rather cramped. Even so, two rows of bookshelves against the wall, a row of museum shelves, and a desk by the window are crammed in. The bed here does not take up much space.

The whole room is in a wooden brown tone, with some very light smells of wood and ink, which should come from the books displayed on the desk. The most impressive thing is that all the tables and shelves in the room are filled with strange and bizarre crafts.

In the eyes of the Asgardians, these things in the room are not antiques, and judging from Loki's taste, many of them do not have very low commercial value. They are more like big things like souvenirs, and some of them even seem to be picked up from somewhere.

Loki has not yet imagined in his mind that when the doctor goes out, he will find some big things in the local store and bring them back. Loki even found several pieces of large planet fragments. It is impossible that the celestial body that the cosmic demon smashed during the fight was picked up by Schiller.

Perhaps in his spare time, Schiller would recall bits and pieces of his past from those items. When Loki thought of that, she smiled. That way of remembering the past was quite "human".

Schiller lifted his back from the back of the chair and sat up straight, then sat forward, leaned back, stretched out his hand to fiddle with the axis of the fishing rod, and said: "The sad hot colors from suffering always remind people of death, and survival and destruction are the main themes of all art."

"Suffering shapes art?" Natasha read that sentence on the tip of her tongue, swallowed the irrelevant question you were going to ask, and asked another more philosophical question: "How does suffering shape art?"

"No expectations, come and go, hurry, pray that everything goes well, and you can leave there immediately after finishing the work."

Natasha didn't expect me to ask that question. It took her a few seconds to react to what topic Schiller was going to talk about, so she answered it in a special way.

Luo Ji was not originally proud. She always believed that no matter when and where, the preferential treatment she received was what she deserved.

"You are the opposite of him. You are full of interest and expectation."

But that satisfied a strange desire to peep. If you can see the private side of a well-known perfect person, you will always have a sense of superiority that you are different from others.

Luo Ji walked along the two rows of bookshelves on the wall and found that the books under the bookshelves were mainly divided into several categories. One category was professional books, a small number of books on psychology and mental illness, and another category was folk gossip stories, strange stories, and theoretical books that were not related to literature, art, and philosophy.

What surprised Luo Ji was that the scope of art books was very limited, almost completely excluding art forms such as music and dance, leaving only fine arts, or plastic arts.

Shen Qing nodded and said, "But they may know that you can draw, because you have never drawn until the day after you set out."

You pulled down both sides of your lower lip and said, "Doctor, the pressure he has brought to you in the past is not as small as it is now."

Under the vast and peaceful ice field, Schiller wiped the water droplets from his hands with a sapphire blue towel. I just released a very obedient young pike perch back into the water tank. The process was simple, but a little thrilling, because the fish used its weak tail to knock the cigarette out of Natasha's hand as soon as it was hooked.

But at that time you heard Schiller say: "Charles should have told them about your experience after elementary school. Does he want to hear about what happened before that?"

Natasha raised her eyes slightly in surprise, but slowly put her eyes back to her fishing rod, and then said: "You want to accept his praise on behalf of Russian ballet dancers, but you actually know that you dance ballet for art, right?"

Natasha almost covered her forehead. You felt that you had to have another cigarette, because you really couldn't help but nod, but at the same time you were very vague in your heart. Schiller definitely just wanted to tell me about myself.

"That sounds quite ignorant, but you have never heard that he has no background in art education or related hobbies, doctor." Natasha paused as if searching for memory, and then added: "He seems to always go to the opera house and buy records."

Natasha felt her interest was getting low. She had some curiosity from completing the task of finding out about Schiller's past. Art was actually a topic you could talk about without much substance.

"What does he think of art, man?"

The side of the male agent's left hand was still red, but he hadn't taken out another cigarette like a thirsty addict. He put the end of the cigarette out of his mouth, bit the cigarette with his teeth, and spoke clearly.

"It's slow." Natasha turned the reel of the fishing rod violently to lift the fishing line, stretched out her hand to grab the bait dangling in the air, and planned to change a new one.

"Suffering may not shape personality, but it usually shapes art."

"What type of art does he mean? You dance ballet, even if you dance it wrong, but you don't think it's art, at most it's art for you."

"Why does he have to go to elementary school?"

"Russian ballet art is world-famous." Schiller said noncommittally: "It's the same as French ballet, it's like a circle of decorative lace sewn by extravagant celebrities on the edge of the materialistic era, more like a weak and powerless declaration of ice, snow and storms."

When she thought about the fact that the demon in the universe was fighting in silence at that time, and Schiller, who planned everything, was not only strategizing in front of the scenes, but also commanding the charge in the back line, and chasing after the demon to pick up souvenirs, Loki wanted to laugh.

"Since 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 any fish yet."

But if a person doesn't have a mental tower in his mind that can store countless memory fragments, these memories are actually redundant, so it looks a bit sloppy and a bit annoying, and it doesn't seem like something a shrewd doctor would do.

It is well known that 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 future, and all the results are within expectations, so there is nothing to regret.

"You have visited the art gallery of the Repin Academy of Fine Arts." Natasha wiped the frost that dissolved under the tip of her chin with the back of her hand that had not yet turned red, and said while recalling: "This is very different from American or European art. As Nick said, Russian art always contains a kind of vitality that comes from suffering. Affected and groaning are the main themes there." "Because that is what others expect." Schiller also pulled down the fishing line to replace the bait that was too fresh. While busy, I said: "That is a result that can make everyone very depressed, so you went." Luo Ji knew that a very small number of human intellectuals were very interested in philosophy, and they must study psychology, which is more closely related to the world view, so it is not strange that Shen Qing would hate reading philosophy books. "Well, doctor, can you really imagine what it was like when he was a humble student? Can he describe it in detail?"

"To interpret? The young artist is interpreting."

Loki 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 the characteristics were, Loki turned his attention to art books.

Just literature and art...

Natasha felt that the answer was not good, and it sounded like she was surprised by it, but then she heard Shen Qing say: "I'm sorry you can't answer this question better, sir, because if you want to prove it better, you have to start with him."

Natasha was stunned for a moment before she understood what Schiller meant. She took a deep puff of cigarette, and then spit out the smoke in her mouth to cover her sight.

Natasha was surprised to find that she actually saw a trace of regret under Schiller's face, which was as mature as me.

Natasha was not surprised at all. You are sure that the people around Schiller, who are my friends who are close to me and deal with me every day, do know that Schiller can also paint.

"You thought that there would be no surprises in the long seven years of life that would make you regret your decision, but the facts prove that you are wrong. The entire elementary school life is boring and boring."

Just like now, you went downstairs directly to Shen Qing's bedroom, but turned around and left like Stark, so you naturally deserve those secrets, which is the reward for your wisdom to make the right choice.

Natasha decided to speak, and the male agent always faithfully executed every decision of his. You plan to execute it until the lunch party at noon. Nick and Steve also caught a fish, and laughing at us would be a new topic of wrongness.

"You know that there will be no harm in going there with them!" Natasha blew another puff of smoke, pressed the remaining cigarette butt hard under the ice and threw it aside, while Schiller just looked at you without a smirk, as if watching a ballet performance.

"You're not going to get there." Schiller said soothingly. When I put the hook back into the water, I paused for a moment before saying, "What was he like when he first came to America?"

The truth is like a sweet bait - Natasha now understands the true meaning of that sentence. Is there any harm in knowing Schiller? That kind of truth is useless? To complete the task? But that was actually a task, but Nick mentioned it casually. Natasha saw that my job was easy and wanted to do a favor for her old subordinate.

Schiller shook his head and said, "In fact, is there any factor in your study process that cannot be called modesty, or can not be directly called the opposite of modesty."

Natasha was really curious, so she leaned back and asked tentatively: "At this time, he is still himself, he is still... a doctor?"