Cultivate a black technology god

Chapter 207 Ariel's past (10)

Just as Vicky was about to leave, she turned around and looked at the doctor and said:

"It's something new for me to come to a psychoanalyst. They're all neurotic, and I'm not. At least I don't think I am. In these chaotic times, no one can say for sure. However, I do want to help you and Ariel and others. After all, that's the only reason I don't spend time in Paris with my family. I don't believe that Ariel or Peggy Lou really want to find out the truth. Watching them talking nonsense here, I know I have to intervene No way. What will you do with them? Ariel is ignorant and knows nothing about us. Peggy Lu is busy defending herself and Ariel, so she is not objective at all. Therefore, I I have no choice but to work hard with you. With the two of us together, I think there will be trouble. So, you can count on my support. I know everything about these few."

After saying the above words, Victoria Antoinette Charou, this upper-class woman, with her elegant movements, sweet voice and impeccable social diction, finally left.

Dr. Wilbur loves wikis.

She is very diplomatic, yet warm, friendly, and genuinely cares about Ariel.

He was determined to explore this concern.

The doctor wondered what the French lady, Sharou, would say if she was asked how she intervened with the Dorsets, or when her parents came here for her.

The doctor, walking back to write a few lines about Dorset's case, asked herself:
"How many incarnations are there? How can I become one?"

Vicky thought as he walked out of the doctor's mansion:
New York is not like Paris, nor is it like the cities I have lived in since I left Willow Corners.

On a cloudy day like today, the noisy, shifting city was as gloomy as its own shadow.

She walked hastily because her date with Marianne Ludlow at the Met was approaching, and she felt relieved that she had temporarily cast aside the shadows of her other incarnations.

She thought of Marian Ludlow.

He is tall and has very good lines.Rather than saying she is beautiful, it is better to say that she is handsome.

Marianne is a cheerful person with light brown hair, light brown eyes and three freckles on her nose.

From the time Marianne and she met by chance in early November 1954, the two had shared a strange world.

They went to Carnegie Hall to hear the Boston Symphony Orchestra, Walter Giseguin and Pierre Monte.

They went to the United Nations General Assembly building and witnessed a fiery meeting of the Security Council firsthand.

There's nothing quite as exciting as an art exhibition.

The duo particularly enjoyed the Brooklyn Museum exhibition, where they were captivated not only by the collection of American art, but also by the outstanding contemporary watercolors and an entire floor of American furniture.

For Marianne and Vicky, antique furniture is like a past made palpable.

Hepplewhite tables, Chippendale chairs, tall chests.and the low-foot cabinet became a popular light topic between the two of them.

Marianne had rather refined tastes.

She attended fashionable private schools, graduated from Barnard in the 30s, and traveled around Europe accompanied by an unmarried aunt.

Marianne was born into a wealthy family and married even richer.

After her husband's death, Marianne used her family fortune for pleasure.

Then, seeing her fortune go down the drain, and finding for the first time that she had to work to make ends meet, she came to Columbia to take a graduate program in arts education, with the intention of becoming a teacher.

That's why she showed up in the Teachers College cafeteria and met Vicki for the first time.

Viki suddenly remembered that this place was less than a block away from the Metropolitan Museum, so he quickly woke up from his contemplation, quickened his pace, and hurried towards the Fontaine Hotel.

Standing in front of the huge house designed according to the main hall of ancient Roman architecture, looking at the rectangular pool in the center of the hall, the domed glass ceiling, the tall columns and the dining table behind the monochromatic marble, Vicky was overwhelmed by the pile of over-carved and grotesque ecstasy with his art.

In fact, she has been here many times, but her reaction is always the same every time she sees her.

Sitting at one of a row of tables to Vicky's right was Marianne Ludlow.

"I'm afraid I'm late," Vicky said, walking up to her friend.

"I'm sorry. I just had a business appointment and I couldn't get away."

"I've been entertaining myself," replied Marianne, "and wondering what the house will be like when Carl Millais' artificial fountain is installed in this pool."

"It won't be ready until the summer," Vicki sat down. "The newspaper said there are eight fountain statues in total, five of which represent art."

"Millais has always been free and free in the classical world. We must come here in the summer and see for ourselves."

Vicky felt that Marianne's tender and slightly sad eyes were falling on him.

When you are with this woman, you will have a strange and wonderful feeling.Furthermore, knowing that it was Marianne who made the first move that led to the friendship gives Vicky infinite satisfaction.

It was the sadness in Marianne's eyes that greatly aroused Vicky's love.

And Vicki, despite being a happy person herself, was infinitely sympathetic to the sorrows of others, and for so long.

Vicki's attitude accelerated their friendship.

Wiki thought hopefully:
If Marian had a daughter, it should be me.Marianne was old enough to be my mother, but the age difference didn't matter, there was no generation gap between us.

"Let's go," Marianne said to her.If you don’t go shopping, you won’t have anything to eat or drink. "

They walked from one end of the huge room to the food counter at the other.

Vicky found a sign that read "Cafeteria food on marble tables".

Marianne, apparently trying to maintain her graceful figure, reached for a salad of sliced ​​pineapple and cottage cheese.

Vicky is too slender because Ariel maintains that figure.She chooses macaroni and cheese.

Back at the table by the sink, Vicky and Marianne talked about French silks.

This is the topic of the term paper Marianne is writing. "You are very knowledgeable on this subject and will definitely be able to give me valuable advice," Marianne said.

So they talked about the early stock in Louis XIV's Royal Furniture Treasury, about the earliest known item of French origin, a piece of velvet bearing the arms of the crown, dated to either Henri IV or Louis VIII's years of domination. "If you can find out which king it is," Vicky said,

"You're going to be a blockbuster."

The conversation turned to the style of landscape painting that reappeared in the early eighteenth century.

“Did you know,” asked Wiki, “that these painters were greatly influenced by Boucher, Pelemont and Watteau.”

"Were these painters also influenced by Chinese porcelain patterns?" Marianne asked.

"It was the period when China was influencing us."

"I'll give you an A," Vicky said with a sweet smile.

Marianne and Vicky finish their coffee and hot chocolate respectively.

Marianne lit a cigarette. "I'm glad you don't smoke. Don't take the first puff."

"Don't be afraid," Vicki said,

"I have many problems, but not this one."

"I don't see anything wrong with you," Marian teased.

"You've got to pick some peaches," Vicky joked.

"Well," said Marianne, "our jewelry class is at six. We've only had time to see the 'Words Into Images' exhibit."

The exhibition, held in the lobby, is indeed fascinating.Among the works of art based on biblical stories is Joan DuWitt's seven-headed and ten-horned beast carved from the Book of Revelation in the sixteenth century.

"I used to draw wild beasts," said Wiki, who lingered in front of Duvet's work.

"You never mentioned it," said Marianne.

"Not really, but it was about ten years ago in Omaha when our prefect gave a fiery sermon about the beast that came out of the sea. I used to draw pictures to illustrate it."

"Glad to hear you talk about your paintings," Marianne said. "You used to keep quiet about it, Ariel."

Ariel!It did not bother her to call Vicky by that name; it was the only name Marianne and everyone else used to call her.

Ariel's name was on ID cards, on business cards, on checks, in mailboxes and phone books, and on records in the University Registrar's Office.The realistic wiki never disputes this.

Victoria Sharou could not deny the name, even though it belonged not to herself, but to that thin, timid girl who had never been like this: mixed with people, happy, free .

In fact, Ariel and several other incarnations were mainly the ones who painted the Beast.

Vicky knew this very well, so Vicky felt that he should not attribute the painting of beasts to himself even in casual conversation.

"I have reservations about my drawings," Viki exclaims.

"Because I know many painters who paint better than me."

"That is certainly true," replied Marianne,

"However, if you use this standard to measure, then no painter can achieve anything. You paint very well. The dean of the art department said that he has not seen anyone in the department like you for more than 20 years. talent."

"Marian, let's talk about something else, shall we?" Vicky felt very uneasy.

Wiki cannot accept the professor's evaluation.

Ariel draws, so does Wiki, and most of Ariel's other incarnations also draw.

Among them, Ariel is the most talented painter.

Ariel's talent for painting has been shown since she was a child.

When Ariel's art teacher praises her work, her parents are momentarily overwhelmed.

Her father recognized her talent by taking her work to an art critic in St. Paul, Minnesota, for his evaluation.

Both in high school and college, Ariel's work has received high marks and has been exhibited in prestigious venues.

Of course, these works were not drawn by Ariel alone, but the result of the cooperation of several avatars.

The results of cooperation are sometimes constructive and sometimes destructive.

But for all her differences in style and her mistakes, Ariel has always had the potential to be an important painter.

Unfortunately, Ariel's psychological problems have diverted her from her professional direction, and her potential to become a famous painter one day has not been appreciated, but Columbia University's art professor still believes that Ariel is the most talented art department has seen in more than 20 years s student.

These thoughts raced through Viki's mind.

She knew that she could not explain to Marianne the uneasiness in her heart.

There is an apartment hotel near the Columbia University campus.

It's called the Butler Building.

There is a restaurant on the roof.

Vicky and Marian had an early dinner here.

Marianne had steak, and Vicky had noodles and meatballs.

After dinner, they go to the jewelry class at six o'clock.

Jewelery classes are held in the basement.

There were statues of blacksmiths in goggles and black aprons, blowtorches in hand.

The basement is lit by these blowtorches.

This awakens Ariel's vague memories of Willow Cornus and a fear from the past, still lingering.

Therefore, Ariel can't take this class, only Vicki can take it.

When Ariel fainted, Vicky did his part;

She came to this class as she did today when Vicky was dominant.

Not only did Vicky get an A for himself, but he helped inexperienced Marianne get an A as well.

Wikipedia always loves this class.

On some evenings, she sketches out jewelry designs, which she then makes.

This evening, she makes a copper necklace and helps Marianne make a silver pendant.

After class, Vicky and Marianne go back to Vicky's dorm.

Since the windows face the courtyard, the lights from other rooms illuminate the windows.

Vicky turned on the radio.

They both listen to the news broadcast together.

It was late, and Marianne was getting ready to go, when Vicky carefully packed up the trinkets and crafts they had brought home, determined to keep the house as usual.

"What are you fussing about?" Marianne asked.

"This is a single room for you. These things don't offend others."

"Yeah, I know," Vicky said with a wry smile.

Then, in order to conceal her thoughts and feelings, she and Marianne walked side by side to the door, talking cordially.

After Marianne left, Vicki thought of the time Ariel brought a sample design to Dr. Wilbur and said she didn't know where it came from.

This is a picture drawn by Wiki.

Thinking about how frightened Ariel was at that time, and how horrified she would be if the ornaments were found in the house this time, Vicky was determined not to let Ariel suffer.Wiki thought:
"I live alone, but I'm not alone."

At this moment, Vicky felt himself moving towards some kind of shadow.

Today, for almost the entire day, she has remained undisturbed by that shadow.

Ariel is preparing for her pedagogy exam in her dormitory.

Someone knocked on the door.

She thought it was Teddy Reeves.

Unexpectedly, it was not Teddy standing outside the door, but a tall and handsome woman with light brown hair and eyes, about forty years old.

Ariel didn't know her.

"I can't stay longer," said the woman:

"I have an appointment to get my hair done, and it's getting late. Passing by here on the way, I wanted to stop here and give this to you. You've helped me so much, Ariel, and I want to give it to you."

The woman handed her a lovely, handmade silver pendant with a beautiful sapphire on it.

Ariel didn't understand why she gave it to herself, so while hesitantly took the silver pendant, she said softly:

"Thank you."

"See you later." The woman turned and left.

See you later?Helping her so much?baffling.Have I spoken to her before?

Yes, I've seen her before, but I've never spoken a word to her.

But judging from her behavior, we seem to be friends.friend?Getting more and more confused.

She returned to the desk, intending to study.

But she knew that the age-old mystery, that terrible thing, had once again possessed her.

The pages of text in front of me are blurred.

She panicked.She can't wait to shout: Is it over yet?

Will there never be an end?

Is that terrible gap between now and some other moment that can never be filled?

Victoria Antoinette Sharou, the know-it-all Vicky, watched as Marianne Ludlow gave Arielle the silver pendant.

(End of this chapter)