Chapter 101 - Talent

When Harold called Emily, she had just finished a painting.

The three old men had their own unique views on art. One of them collected ancient culture work of art, and offered a course on art restoration. Therefore, what he taught was to paint on bottles and cans. Another man was a designer when he was young. Later on, he learned computer graphics. Of course, the structure was not as perfect as the hand-painted one, but it was much faster and the ideas he imparted were advanced. The last one was a master of Chinese calligraphy. However, what he liked was black and white, two colors in sharp contrast. A piece of white-rice paper was a dense color to him.

Therefore, in order not to offend any party, Emily drew the things that the three old men had taught her on a paper with her own understanding. There were black and white, oil paint, hard lines, and gentle strokes.

It was a shaded path that stretched diagonally all the way up to the sky. The green of the field mixed with the dark blue of the sea, and wound its way up. It was like a ladder had descended from the sky, not the ladder rising up to the sky.

The old men commented on the painting, while Emily took her phone and walked outside.

"Miss Emily, you seem to have misunderstood someone else."

Emily didn't understand, "What?"

"Mr. Eliot was not beaten up by Kamron. Actually... Kamron saved him."

"By whom? Saved by Kamron?!"

Emily felt ridiculous. It sounded like Barack Obama suddenly saying that he did not want to be president. She was so surprised that she couldn't find words to express her suspicion. She suddenly remembered that Kamron seemed to have roared when he was beaten up. She was furious at that time and did not listen.

Now that she thought about it, Kamron seemed to have shouted, "What did I do wrong?! Why did you hit me when I saved someone?!"

Eliot was actually saved by him?!

Emily was filled with disbelief, but this was the truth. She had no choice but to believe it.

She slowly stroked the thoughts in her mind. "Ask the bodyguards to secretly protect my brother. Leave Kamron alone for the time being. If he wants to do anything to my brother, he will definitely come looking for him."

"Yes."

"My brother is hospitalized. Elsie and Beverly will definitely make a move. Keep an eye on them. Don't let them find out."

"Yes!"

Before Emily hung up the phone, she said to Harold, "After this period of time, I'll give you a raise."

Harold, "..."

When Emily returned to her room, the three old men were still arguing. The painting was hung in the middle of the room. The setting sun outside the window shone through the gaps in the curtains, bringing with it a wisp of red light from the afterglow of the sunset. A ray of light slanted from the winding path in the middle of the painting.

The three old men turned around, as if the sun was too bright. They didn't make a sound for a while until someone knocked on the door three times. Rex stretched his head in and said, "It's time."

Only then did the three old men suddenly return to their senses and say, "This painting has an artistic conception. No matter what, it belongs to the oil painting school. It's time. Let's go. Otherwise, that old guy will find out."

"Ok, ok."

"Little girl, see you tomorrow." The three old men were led by Rex to the elevator and waved at Emily.

"Goodbye, Grandpa." Emily waved her arm.

Before they went down, Emily heard a voice, neither loud nor small, rushing into her cochlea, "She is more talented than..."

After Rex saw the three old men off, he sent a set of clothes to Emily, "Miss Emily, tonight we are going to the Peckers, you should change clothes."

"The Peckers?" Emily asked confusedly. She had never come into contact with the Peckers in her previous life.

Rex said concisely, "It's Miss Arabella's house."

"Oh."

Afraid that Miss Emily would think too much, Rex explained, "But we're not going to see Arabella, we're going to see Mr. Trevor."

Emily nodded without asking.

To her, Arabella and Trevor were just a name. They were just outsiders.

As soon as she changed her clothes, she turned around and saw a man standing behind her. She didn't know when he came in. Emily pretended to be calm and said, "Mr. Vincent, it's immoral to peek."

Vincent chuckled and took a few steps to rub her hair, "Hi, little girl."

In the past, when Emily was rubbed by Eliot and Maury, she felt intimate and affectionate. But when Vincent rubbed her head, she felt different.

Before she could think too deeply, Vincent had already held her hand and said, "Let's go."

The Peckers was a noble clan in ancient times. It was still a large clan with a lot of family members. However, in the 1960s and 1970s, almost all of them went abroad to develop. Only a few old men were left to follow the feudal rules and continue to wander in the present world.

After drifting for so many years, the family has settled down all over the world. And they were stationed in City Y. There were few children in the Peckers. The other branch clans were almost only have sons or daughters. Few second births survive to the age of 28. In this generation of Arabella, they happened to give birth to boy-girl twins. This made the old man of the Peckers extremely happy. He believed that their ancestors had accumulated virtue and that they would have good luck in the future.

But it was too early for them to be happy.

When the boy-girl twins were born, everything was fine. When they were three or four years old, only Arabella was playing outside. The other was squatting in a corner. He only stared at a row of ants who had moved. At first, the family thought that he was curious and ignored him. Later, they discovered that the child could squat for a long time without moving. Only then did they realize that something was wrong.

When they took him to the hospital, the doctor discovered many problems. The child was not looking at people properly and seemed to be unable to hear anything. He did not react to the doctor at all. Thus, he was examined and determined the cause of autism.

The old man probably knew that this heir was hopeless. After all, at that time, people still had the concept of preferring sons over daughters. However, these two children grew up peacefully. The doctor was right, Trevor was indeed autistic.

When he became older, he was excluded. His classmates didn't play with him, not even Arabella. He could only look up at the sky and see the clouds flowing in the sky. No one knew what was in his mind, because he closed himself off and didn't talk to anyone.

Until one day, he locked himself up in the garret.

When the car drove to the Peckers, Emily noticed that there was a garret on the top floor with Japanese-style carp windsock of black, red and cyan. The cool autumn wind in November blew by, and the three carp windsocks were like big carps, and their mouths were wide open as they churned in the night.

The Pecker's architecture was very exquisite. They invited Feng Shui master to choose an address and finally chose a city center facing north and south, thus here was the Peckers.