The Second Life's

XVIII - Festival of Flowers (II)

Felice wandered around the hall and caught a glimpse of some paintings, but sometimes he would stop at certain paintings and give a mental assessment.

Around him, Felice found that some people would pull out their phones and photograph the works. At some times, he will also stop near some adults who may be artists to listen to their appreciation.

As Felice approached the position of her paintings on display, she noticed some people were observing her paintings.

"Hey... The details of this painting are very well made."

"Yes, to paint this work at least takes days."

"The painter must be a very patient person huh."

"But these details are just too perfect? This painter has good eyesight or a perfectionist?"

What these people did not know was that the painter they were referring to was now standing behind them only about a meter and a half away.

Felice listened to the talk of this group of people with little interest. The painting he made was themed crowd in the middle of the city. This scene comes from a piece of memory of his past life when he was on a mission and was undercover at the time, precisely the viewpoint of the teenage girl who was relaxing in the cafe.

Felice who was no longer interested in almost similar praise was intending to move elsewhere. However, when he had just turned around, a different comment stopped his intention.

"It's too empty."

Felice saw an old man in his 60s watching the painting seriously. Felice was not offended, she knew her own weakness. Hearing the comment that immediately pointed to the matter of this painting, Felice smiled before moving to take a look elsewhere.

This grandfather has good eyes.

Recalling Vendry's previous self-portraits, Felice went around looking for Vendry's painting. His homeroom teacher also enrolled in the exhibition, so at least one piece was on display.

Felice went around for a few rounds before finding a painting that only measured about 40 x 60 cm in the corner of the room. The painting was not particularly special or visually appealing, but it immediately drew Felice's first glance.

There is only a forest. There is nothing, only forest and light.

Felice's breath was stuck. Shortness choked his throat as he felt a sharp pain feeling in his heart. Felice doesn't understand what's going on with her. He had no impression with this painting, obviously this was his first time seeing this work so why would his body and mind react like this?

A feeling of sadness flooded his heart, wanting to cry, yet no tears came out of his eyes. Felice held her heart and closed her eyes. This position was slightly at the end so no one noticed this moment.

Felice took a deep breath before gently throwing it away, repeating it until this erratic heartbeat slowly subsided. He opened his eyes and looked at the painting again with caution, when he realized that the previous unclear reaction had not happened again the little girl finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Felice lowered the hand that was still lodged in her heart position with a gloomy expression.

What the fuck was that, why am I suddenly like this...

You could say this was the first time he felt like he was cornered like this in half a year of his rebirth in this world. In his previous life, Felice had heard of an art capable of influencing one's soul. This one belongs to that category...

Felice was unsure of the reason behind his reaction so she could only draw random conclusions, unless she needed to use others as test subjects to prove her assumptions.

Just when this thought had just crossed Felice's mind, the familiar voice of her sister sounded cheerful in Felice's ears. Felice's pupils shrank instantly.

The feline!

Felice turned around and wanted to warn her sister not to stare at the painting, but Feline's gaze was on Vendry's painting.

"Woah, is this Mr Vendry's painting?"

Hm?

Astonishment flashed across Felice's pupils as she watched Feline come forward to observe the painting more closely and give it pure praise even though this little girl did not really understand the art of painting.

Relief and contemplation ruled Felice. She was grateful that her sister had not experienced any strange symptoms like the one she had, but that meant her previous guess was wrong. So only he himself was in trouble?

"Felice, Feline, Aunt Julia are looking for you" Derrick said. The boy came up to them with a slight breath of breath, seemingly just finished running. Derrick also saw Vendry's painting, but he also did not have the same strange reaction as Feline.

Felice walked behind the two little children half-thoughtfully. The painting only affects him, not anyone else. Why so?

If you say Felice does not believe in mystique, this has long not happened since the birth of his return. But if you have to fully believe that he is cursed by people, this also goes against his normal logic.

In the moment of Felice's contemplation, the trio of boys had approached Julia and Marvin.

"Honey, come here" Julia called before thanking Derrick for help.

Felice sees a familiar grandfather standing with Julia and Marvin. The grandfather was the old man who had previously commented on his painting.

"Son, this is Mr. Andy, Mama and Papa's teacher first," Julia said with a smile. Felice could see flashes of excitement and closeness in her mother's pupils as she introduced the grandfather.

The grandfather smiled and the frown lines on his face grew increasingly folded which showed a friendly aura.

Feline looked at the friendly grandfather with a curious expression and obediently smiled politely and greeted, "Hello Grandpa Andy, my name is Feline."

Hearing the call 'Grandfather Andy', the grandfather laughed softly and his expression grew friendlier with an atmosphere of warmth emanating from the grandfather, "Hello Nak."

Next Felice also followed in her younger sister's footsteps and politely greeted, "Hello Grandpa, my name is Felice."

Mr. Andy nodded and patted the tops of the heads of the two little girls kindly.

After the brief introduction, Julia and Marvin spoke enthusiastically to Mr. Andy. From the attitude of his parents, Felice can see that they are very respectful of Mr. Andy.

The trio of brats stood like figures on the side while hearing this adult conversation. From their talk, it turns out that Mr. Andy is an old artist whose work has been famous in national circles.

It's just that Mr. Andy is always low profile so he is less known by the public these few years. It's only natural that Felice didn't know this grandfather, after all he lived abroad for so long. When he returned to Indonesia, he only wanted to deal with old debts.

Who would have thought their parents had many unexpected relationships.