Devil's Music

The gun glances at Amduras with a blurry expression.

“You loved her? ”

Amduras nods and nods.

“He must have been 26 years old. Van Gogh, who used to look tough, has always been dumped by the women he loved. He was dumped when he confessed to his painter's daughter. Then he confessed to his heterogeneous cousin's sister.

I did. For a widow eight years older than you. ”

He smiles and says as he looks at Amduras with an interesting eye.

“Since he was a relative, of course he confronted the opposite of the family, and said no to his sister, but he went to her house constantly and courted her. Eventually, when his unbearable sister's father refused to let him into the house, he shoved his hand into the burning candle, and said," My hand feels this heat.

Let me see her for as long as I can bear it. '”

I asked with sad eyes.

“So? Have you met him that long? ”

“No, my hand was melted on the candle and held out until my fingers caught on, but my sister's father wouldn't let me see them. And this self-portrait was drawn right after. ”

“Ah · · · What a sad story. ”

“Whoa, take care of your homework while you empathize with others' feelings. ”

Amduras steps forward and folds his arms in front of the gun.

“Here's the quiz. What was on Van Gogh's face back then? ”

After a moment of deliberation, you look through the mural.

“Maybe anger, helplessness, nervousness? ”

Amduras flicks his fingers and says:

“That's right! Like I said, Van Gogh had a bad look. So I was dumped by a bunch of girls. Save the lodging money my brother Theo sent me to settle sexual demands, and deal with cheap whores. So for women who don't always love themselves,

Anger, helplessness, and nervousness were melted in the painting. Do you know the colors that are often seen in his paintings? ”

Gun thought about it and said:

“The first thing that comes to mind is yellow. ”

Amduras nods loudly.

“Yes, you understand. By the way, the yellow he used to use was not just yellow, it was a mixture of orange and red. ”

After thinking about the image in my mind, I nodded my head.

“I don't know exactly, but I remember I used to wear yellow more often than just yellow, almost brown. ”

Amduras grins and raises his index finger.

“Okay, next question. Anger, helplessness, nervousness. What are the colors of these three emotions? ”

“Mmm, red, yellow, orange. ”

Amduras smiles and looks at the case. Gun looks back to see if there was something wrong with his answer and opens his mouth wide.

“Ah · · yellow · · mixed with red, yellow, orange · · It's Van Gogh's emotions · ·”

Amduras once again flicks his fingers and applauds.

“Yes! Haha, he's smarter than I thought, so I feel like teaching him. ”

Amduras sits on an empty canvas and holds up his brush.

“Do you know how to combine colors? ”

The gun nods.

“I know there are many ways. I've heard that if you mix it yourself, you can mix the paint, paint the canvas and brush it together. ”

“Hoo? You know a lot of things, don't you? ”

He said with a disgruntled look on his face.

“Just because you can't paint doesn't mean you don't like to see it. ”

Amduras smiles as if it's funny.

“Hehehe, a human who can make that face in front of me. Kuhaha, this is interesting. ”

When the gun tried to poke itself, Amduras once again burst into laughter and lifted the brush and applied the red color of the paint woven on the palette.

“Now, Fury's sheet had these red and purple borders on it. Right?"

When he saw the red stripes on the canvas, he nodded his head and drew purple paint on the brush and again underneath the red stripes.

“Now these two emotions are anger and affection. Together, it's called compassion. Complex emotions of affection and hatred. Do you understand?”

The gun nods, kneading its chin and biting.

“But it's not just one emotion that red represents. It's the color of passion, temptation, vitality, revolution, aggression, courage, strength. ”

Amduras makes a round mouth and whistles.

“Whew! You've done more research on your own than I thought. Very good, very good! ”

Amduras points to the purple line.

“Like you said, red has a lot of those feelings. What about purple?”

“I know it's a color with feelings of hair, affection, glamour, beauty, sadness, excitement. ”

“Yes! Very good! ”

As I clapped, I sighed as I watched my favorite Amduras fade away.

“So, how do I mix the colors of · · · these many emotions and express the emotions that I want? ”

Amduras looks back at the case, instead of applauding.

“Phew, I knew you were smart, but you're human. ”

“Yes? You're not human? ”

“No.”

“Then what is it? ”

“Hehe, you don't have to know. ”

“Oh, what is that? ”

“Kuhaha, anyway. Let me ask you something. ”

“Yes, what is it? ”

Amduras, a playful expression, approaches the gun and asks.

“Do you draw notes with colorful pencils when you draw music? ”

The gun slightly backed out and made an impression.

“I'm not a doodler. Why would you do that? ”

Amduras chuckles and says, "It's funny.

“Kick-kick, why don't you just draw with a black pen? But the notes in the sheet music have a color? Why?”

“That's · · · · ·. ”

Amduras smiles as he looks at the case, not remembering the answer.

“It's different from the picture. This is just an example to help you understand. The paint you use to draw music notes isn't real paint. The feeling that comes to mind when you draw a note, that's the paint that you use to draw a musical melody. ”

The gun's eyes tremble. Amduras, who saw her head bowed and thinking, nodded and smiled. Then he got up and opened the door, and two men with arms outside the door saw Amduras. Amduras greeted two men with a glance.

He closes the door so there is no sound.

“Roughly, Mr. President. ”

He leans against the wall next to the door and folds his arms.

“Well, I heard it outside. You have to paint notes using the emotions that come to mind? ”

Amduras nods and looks at the closed door.

“While drawing a note, it's important to focus on the dozens of emotions you want to express. Now, it's probably hard enough to mix two emotions together, but if you're going to spend your whole life trying, it's also possible to put a few emotions in one note. ”

A blonde boy, slightly taller than two, asked me next to him.

“So? How long will it take a child to realize that? ”

Amduras looked at the boy and said,

“Well, his head's better than I thought, so it won't take long, but at least a few days, won't it, Pymon? ”

Pymon glances back at the kiln, his lips puckering.

“Even if you control time, you can control one hour of the human world time by one day here, Mr. President. If it's enough time for others to think otherwise, it's probably up to eight days in horsepower. ”

The kiln nods and straightens itself against the wall.

“Fine. I'll stay here for eight days. Please, Amduras. ”

“Yes, Mr. President. It's an honor."

After Gamagin tapped the shoulder of Amduras, he walked ahead and asked Nicole Paganini, who was playing the violin outside the window.

“Your taste is cruel, too. I can't believe you put a guy in your garden with a hole in his eye and tears in his eyes. I'm afraid he'll see. ”

Amduras looks out his window and reveals this.

“That was the terms of the contract. ”

Pymon taps Amduras' butt.

“I mean, why did you sign such a pervert contract? ”

Amduras says, plucking the dirt from his trousers.

“He went looking for her desperately, but none of what he had was coveted. He was thinking about what he was going to get, and he signed a contract like that, wanting music in the garden all the time. ”

“So he has to live like that forever? ”

“Hehe, not until I let him go. But the contract says he has to stand there forever. ”

“Tsk, you perverted devil. ”

“Haha, where is this wicked, perverted creature? Have a cup of tea. ”

Amduras took the two of them to the kitchen, met him, bowed his head deeply, and stroked her head.

“Do you want to talk to your child? ”

Natalie lowers her head a little quietly, and Amduras tries to make a cauldron. Amduras said with a slightly brighter look as he slowly nodded his head.

“That child will stay here for about eight days. Natalie, you take care of the baby. ”

Natalie lowers her head, raising her head brightly. As Amduras nodded and tapped her shoulder as she watched the beautiful smile rise on her face and disappeared into the dark corridor with the two of them, Natalie with a divine expression in a hurry.

I ran to the kitchen, took Cookie and coffee, and ran to the room with the gun.

Natalie, who hid in front of the door of the painting with the gun, opened the door slightly and looked inside. She still sits in front of the canvas, her head bowing and thinking about something. Natalie was so focused as she quietly approached the case and placed coffee and cookies next to it.

I couldn't talk to the side of what I was doing, so I waited. It was after three hours that I opened my closed eyes. Sitting there for a long time, I opened my base to see if it would loosen the stiff muscles as I got up.

“Uddard, huh? Natalie?”

When Natalie saw Natalie standing next to her, she fixed her body as she was stretching her base, and even though Natalie was smiling behind her mouth for three hours, she gave out coffee and cookies that were still steaming.

“Have some of this. ”

“Oh, thank you! I was on the run, but it was a good one. Haha”

“He buys ice cream every day, and that's nothing. ”

“Haha, daily ice cream · · ·. Yes?”

“Hoho, eat. ”

When the gun tilted its head and drank a cup of coffee, Natalie, who was sitting on the chair Amduras, asked in a formal tone.

“How's Kiska? ”

“Yes.. what · huh? I've been meaning to ask you. Do you know Kiska? ”

Natalie beautifully smiles in the eye of the case.

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