When the Painting Tells the Story のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

His life was almost perfect. He came from a rich family who owned several businesses in some countries. He lived a luxurious life since he was a kid, and money had never been an issue for him. The number in the year kept increasing, and he grew up as a smart kid. He was a top student in his class, and he was loved by his friends and his teacher. Coming from a business family, he didn’t want to be a businessman like his father. Instead, he wanted to be an artist. Yes, he wanted to be a painter who painted beautiful paintings. He was lucky that his parents weren’t against his idea. They let him choose what he wanted, and he was so thankful for that. His work hard was paid off when he successfully made his dream come true. His talents were acknowledged by many people, and his arts were loved by them as well. He became a famous painter at a young age. Handsome, rich, and talented. His life was almost perfect, but suddenly, a strange thing started

René Huang. His age would soon touch the head of three, but his face was still flawless without a single wrinkle. He was a French-Chinese mixed blooded. His father was Chinese, while his mother was French.Even so, he was born in China and spent his first six years of life in the Asian country. It was only when he started elementary school that his family moved to Europe. Therefore, he pocketed the French nationality.His family was not living with him now, though. They moved back to China ten years ago, leaving him with his grandparents, who loved him dearly. Unfortunately, his two special figures passed away last year.He was completely alone afterward. The only ‘family’ he had was the psychiatrist, Damien Lau. They weren't related by blood, but they had known each other for so long that they became brothers. Moreover, Damien was also mixed-blooded, and that fact alone made them feel connected. Sometimes, they were chatting in Chine

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

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

“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&