When the Painting Tells the Story のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

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

Alain immediately ran towards the elevator after successfully escaping René’s residence. He repeatedly pressed the button to go to the ground floor, and then he slumped weakly onto the cold elevator floor. His right hand held his left chest. Now and then, his left hand also wiped the tears that for some reason, fell by themselves. “How can I be like this? Why does it suddenly hurt so much that I want to cry?” The feeling struck a moment after his eyes made contact with the mysterious painting shown by René earlier. At first, it was just a little tightness in his chest, but as the painter went further to tell the story, the feeling got worse. He even cried for a moment before he ran away from his lecturer’s residence. He hoped that René wouldn’t have the chance to see his tears. His body felt weak. He couldn’t even move his legs to get up even after the elevator had arrived on the ground floor, and the door started to open. He was just about to

He never needed an alarm to wake up in the morning. His eyes always opened automatically when morning came, and the same habit happened this morning too.His eyelids began to open slowly, revealing the beautiful emeralds that had previously been hidden in the thin flesh blanket. His hands felt around, and the soft texture was immediately felt by his sense of touch. He woke up in his bed today, not on the work chair in his studio.The painter sighed. Perhaps his mental disorder had completely healed, and he didn’t need to expect the existence of mysterious paintings anymore. It was also possible that the mysterious paintings actually mean nothing at all.Perhaps it was just a figment of his imagination, an imaginary dimension that seemed to have its own power to create works that he didn’t recognize. Yes, perhaps he should learn to forget everything. Everything was meaningless. The girl named Park Ah Reum was not real, and his student named Alain Kim

Last week, René only painted once in his sleep, which was when he painted a man who looked just like him. A different phenomenon than usual because he brought his painting equipment into the bedroom without realizing it when the sleepwalking symptoms hit him. After that, he wished he subconsciously would paint again, but nothing happened when he woke up in the morning. This morning was the same. He woke up in his bed, and no painting was produced. That meant, he didn’t get any additional clues today. Instead of getting a hint as an enlightener, his vision was getting bleaker. Perhaps his mental disorder was entering a void period, and he couldn’t do anything about it. No matter how much he wanted to reveal everything, he had no control over his subconscious. All those mysterious images come and go beyond the control of his brain and heart. If Damien’s assumption last night was correct that he and the man in the painting were two different people, then who exa

Alain didn’t react at all, and he still blinked innocently in front of René. The latter patiently waited for a response and didn't say anything either.“You believe in the theory of reincarnation? You’re a very devoted Buddhist, aren’t you?”“It’s not about whether I’m a Buddhist or not, but It’s about my analysis of everything that happened.”René tried not to get angry at the student. He had come to a conclusion after a series of mysterious paintings in his sleep, and he had thought about it deeply too, but the student seemed to be taking it lightly.The painter slightly glared at the student, and the said student was frowning at him. If René could guess what was on the student's mind, then it seemed like the student was thinking hard right now.“Okay," Alain finally replied. "Let’s say the two of us are indeed reincarnations of them. Then, what else? Why