That night, René returned to his apartment after meeting his old friend and having a few drinks. The tall man had a high alcohol tolerance, so drinking a few glasses didn’t make him drunk.
After cleaning himself and changing clothes, René quickly laid down on his king-sized bed. The next day, he had a schedule to teach the students at a famous university. This time, he wouldn’t be merely a guest lecturer, but he would be a temporary lecturer for half a semester. He was asked to replace his former professor at the university who was currently being treated in a hospital.
He was about to close his eyes when his phone on the nightstand suddenly vibrated. He sighed before getting up from his position. With a heavy heart, he stretched out his hand to grab his phone. He stared at the phone screen blankly when he saw his dad’s name flashing on the screen.
It was already midnight in Paris, so it was around 6 AM in Beijing. His father must have been forgotten the time difference.
The painter decided to answer the call. He pressed the phone to his ear as he great, “Yes, Father?”
“I know that you are still awake, Ren. Where were you going? Did you go on a date?”
It seemed that René guessed it wrongly. His father didn’t forget the time difference but just wanted to pry on his life as usual.
“I just went out with a friend.”
“Who is that friend? A girl or a boy?”
The raven-haired painter rolled his eyes. “It’s a he. He’s a man,” he answered lazily.
He could hear his father sighed heavily afterward. “You should hang out with girls more, Ren. How old are you now? You are already 27, aren’t you?”
René didn’t respond. He could guess where this conversation would head to.
“My colleagues often asked about you. They wanted to introduce their daughters to you. I couldn’t reject them, so I said yes to them. They sent me their daughter’s photographs and phone numbers. I will send them to you later. You can choose whoever you want to contact. I just don’t want to disappoint my colleagues.”
René remained quiet. His father owned a big business in China, and he had many colleagues who were eager to have him as their son-in-law.
“You can send them, but I can’t promise you anything, Dad. I won’t contact anyone if none of them makes me interested.”
René had always been a filial son. No matter what his parents wanted him to do, he was willing to comply with their wishes. He was already so thankful that his parents didn’t oppose his dream to become a painter, so he didn’t want to disappoint their trust.
“That’s good, Son. I will send them to you later,” his father said joyfully. “You better rest now. Contact me or your mother if anything happens, alright?”
The painter just simply answered with a ‘yes’ before he hung up. He then put his phone back on the nightstand and covered his eyes with his arm. His mind was tangled, but he had to force himself to sleep.
It didn’t take long for René to fall asleep peacefully. His beautiful eyes were closed, his breath sounded regular, and he fell into a deep sleep.
Hour after hour passed. The digital clock on the painter’s nightstand showed 00:05 as the young man slowly started to get up from his bed. The bolster he had been holding fell helplessly to the floor.
His eyes were open but looked empty. He stepped further away from the bed, opened the bedroom door, then left the room.
His steps moved toward a door not far from the bedroom. His hand slowly reached the doorknob and pressed it until the door opened. The room remained bright at night because René never turned off the light.
He was still walking slowly. Calmly, his hand then took some objects. Still, in silence, the young man sat on a chair, then attached a canvas to the clamp, then began to mix the oil paints on the palette. Cleverly, beautiful colors began to paint the previously dull canvas.
His right hand was now holding a brush, dipping the tip into one of the colors on the palette, then scribbling it on the canvas. Black, brown, red, and various other colors began to decorate the canvas. The colors, which were once abstract, were now starting to be palpable. Hair, eyes, nose, lips, all began to be clearly drawn. Until when everything was finished, the brush in his right hand fell, and the palette in his left hand followed the lead. Finally, René’s head drooped again, leaning against the back of the chair he was sitting on. The young painter fell back into his deep slumber.
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The curtains were still closed, but the sun’s rays presumptuously infiltrated the thin fabric, making a pair of eyes that were previously closed now disturbed.
Eyebrows dipped uncomfortably, eyeballs moved behind their lids, and soon the pair of beautiful eyes opened. He was still disoriented and just blinked innocently for a minute, but then his eyes caught an unfamiliar sight in front of him.
The event was no longer foreign to him. He shouldn’t be surprised anymore, and he shouldn’t be confused either. But, the problem was, the portrait on the canvas was a foreign image he had never seen before.
A girl with brown-black back-length hair had a pair of beautiful eyes decorated with thick eyelashes, endowed with a sharp nose, and enhanced by two thin lips as red as blood.
“Who is this girl?” The painter started his monologue.
His pair of lenses were still focused on the square object in front of him. Things that were previously white in color, were miraculously now shaded by various colors. The oil paint had dried, indicating that several hours had passed since the painting had been made unconsciously.
It was strange. It was the first time René painted the face of a stranger in his sleep. He tried to dig up the memory in his head, guessing if some relatives or friends had such a look. But nothing, he was sure that no one he knew had that look. Then who was the mysterious girl?
And, things got even more strange when René felt his left chest hurt for no reason. He was still staring at the painting while his right-hand clenching on his left chest. He had no history of heart disease, but why did his left chest hurt?
René was sure that he didn’t recognize the dark-haired girl. Or perhaps he just didn’t remember the girl? He met a lot of people in his life, and he could forget a person or two.He decided to ask someone about the possibility. Someone close to him probably knew the girl.The painter walked out of his studio and turned to his bedroom. He was about to pick up his phone from the nightstand when it suddenly vibrated. The handsome painter frowned as he lifted his cellphone from the nightstand.Once he read the name flashing on the screen, his eyes bulged. The caller was Albert Martin, the Dean in the Faculty of Art in a famous university. The painter immediately answered the call.“Hello?” René’s deep voice greeted the caller.“Mr. Huang, did I disturb your rest?”René’s hand ran toward the nape of his neck and stroke it awkwardly. He didn’t have a proper rest la
René’s mind wondered, and his eyes didn't leave the young figure in front of him. The figure was looking back at him in confusion.“Um, Sir? Is there something wrong with my face?” The student finally spoke up because René had been staring at him mysteriously for a quite long time.Finally, the painter cleared his throat, trying to neutralize the rumbling in his chest. “There’s nothing wrong with your face,” he said awkwardly. “Even so, you are still violating the rule by coming late. But, since it’s the first meeting this semester, then I will tolerate you. Now, please state your identity.”“Thank you, um... Mr. Huang?” The student thanked him in a hesitant tone at the end. “My name is Alain Kim, and this is my friend, Brielle Park. We both are third-year students.”René subconsciously recorded the student’s name in his brain. Alain Kim.
The orange rays approached, coming with the twilight at the end of the day. It flaunted priceless elegance, giving a calming sense of peace, perfecting a day that had passed.René was back at that point, a point where he looked straight at a painting he 'accidentally' drew in his deep sleep last night.He had produced a lot of works, dramatic titles had also been arranged for each of his paintings. But, René was a painter who had characteristics; he only painted objects he was seeing or had ever seen in the past.Sometimes, he painted some moments that happened in the past. For example, the moment when he and his sister were still young. They used to fight a lot. Yes, fighting. They did not hesitate to kick and punch each other, even wrestled each other like professionals. Once, René painted a picture when he and his older sister were in a brutal fight.René had also painted heart-wrenching scenes. Tears, blood, and sorrow. The
It had only been a week since their last meeting, but they once again sat opposite each other with only a table separated the two men.“So, I guessed it right, didn’t I? You come to see me again just a week after our last consultation,” Damien opened the conversation as he grinned naughtily.René, who was sitting in front of him, scoffed in annoyance before he replied, “It’s your fault, Dam. You shouldn’t have jinxed it. I’ve warned you before.”The doctor laughed at his friend’s statement. “I don’t have the power to see the future, Ren,” he denied the accusation. He then erased his playful grin and plastered a serious expression when he said, “So, you painted someone you’ve never met in your sleep?”Before he came to see the doctor, René had told the doctor the general issue he had been experiencing. He called the doctor and told him about the mysterio
“That’s all for today. See you again next week,” René ended his lecture today.The students showed a happy expression before they started leaving the classroom.The lecture went smoothly. He explained some drawing theory and the technique, and the students seemed to be interested in what he was explaining. He was slightly in doubt about that, though. He wasn’t sure whether the students were interested in the course of his handsome face.No one could deny that his handsome face was like a magnet that attracted the people's attention. He didn't know whether he should be happy about that or not.He was about to pack his things up, but then his sharp eyes caught a glimpse of someone walking toward the door. Subconsciously, he left his bag and rushed to catch up with the person.He then stopped right in front of the person, making the said person halted his steps as well and looked up at him confusedly.“What&
As soon as he arrived at his flat, Brielle Park had been waiting for him at the door. She crossed her arms in front of her chest. Her eyes stabbed into Alain’s eyes; demanding an explanation. Zhou Yongliang could only sigh at the sight. He had expected it, so he wasn't surprised by the girl's appearance. “At least, let me go in first. There’s no way we can talk outside like this, right?” The girl still glared dangerously at Alain even after the man had voiced his request. Alain knew that his best friend was so stubborn, so he patiently waited for the girl to relent. After contemplating it for a moment, Brielle finally shifted her body from the door, letting the owner of the flat open the door before leading the way to the residence. The owner of the residence entered the room, took off his shoes, and put them on the shelf. Brielle followed closely behind him. It wasn't the first time the pretty girl visited the flat, so she felt like s
René didn’t have a teaching schedule on campus today, but the Head of Department asked him to come to talk about something. The painter, despite being lazy, didn't have any other choice than to comply with the request. The famous painter predicted something bad would be happening, and it turned out his prediction was accurate. The Head of the Department asked him to revise the plan of lecture activities that he had made and submitted to the department’s administration. The Head of the Department said that several activities were not relevant to the current conditions, and there was also a change in the student assessment system on their campus, which the painter missed in the document. As a result, René was required to revise the lecture plan he had made. There was no prior notification about the revision, so René did not bring his laptop to campus today. Fortunately, the campus staff let him use the computer belonging to the department administration, which
His car was parked perfectly in the basement of a downtown skyscraper. Without saying anything, he opened his car door, ran around to the passenger seat, then forcibly removed Alain’s body from the car.The one who was forced was struggling as he tried to escape, but René’s strength was apparently greater so that his arm didn't manage to escape the painter’s grip.They then headed to the elevator. As soon as the elevator door opened, René immediately dragged Alain inside. He pressed the button with the number 17, and as the elevator started moving upward, no one made a sound.The elevator was very luxurious. The four sides were made of shiny material, even able to reflect their reflection like a mirror. It was from the reflected image that René could see the frightened expression of Alain, who was standing beside him. Did he look like a kidnapper now?One heavy breath, and René spoke up, “I don’t m