"I'm off work Mr. Krabs! If one day I truly realize my ideals and dreams in life, I will never stand behind that dirty checkout counter, my feet will never be I won't step on this oily floor!!!"
"Ah, kah, kah, kah, kah... Yes, yes, you are right... Remember to come early tomorrow morning and don't be late again, Squidward. "
Taylor was strolling around Bikini Castle in the afternoon and wanted to work, but didn't know how to work. He walked all the way to the door of the Krusty Krab. Then he heard Squidward's angry voice and Mr. Krabs' nonchalant dismissal. Voice.
Upon hearing Squidward's dream, Tyler suddenly remembered that Squidward seemed to be interested in art.
If I remember correctly, there seem to be many works of art and various paintings in the dreams I dream about every night.
When he thought of this, Taylor felt as if he had found a way to establish a good relationship with Squidward, the second emotional fish in Bikiniburg.
Click, click, click, click...
While Taylor was thinking, Squidward, who had an octopus-like face and a cold look on his face, walked past Taylor without even looking at Taylor. The tentacles of rhythm rushed all the way towards his home.
Let's talk about the art style first.
Connecting the little art knowledge left in his mind with the dream, Taylor looked at Squidward's retreating figure, ran to the department store and bought a few pieces of paper, some paints and brushes, then folded them into a bag and folded them into a bag. Under his fins, he trotted all the way to Squidward's house.
Soon he came to a dark blue octopus-style building. The whole building looked like Squidward's face, with a big nose, big eyes and a round mouth.
Arriving at the door of Squidward's house, Taylor took a gentle breath, and after thinking about the words in his mind, he stretched out his fin and knocked on Squidward's door.
Dong Dong Dong...
Soon, the door to Brother Squidward's house opened, and what came into view was a man wearing pink pajamas and a nightcap on his head. He was a little tired, and his face was full of helplessness and unhappiness. Squidward at the right time.
"Hello, this is the home of a genius who has never been discovered and forgotten. I don't know what brings you here."
Squidward asked nonchalantly after taking a look at Taylor.
Look at this outfit, all white, plus a small hat, and something else. It has no artistic taste at all. It seems that this fish's artistic appreciation is not very good either.
They were probably advertising salesmen, real estate salesmen, or chocolate and biscuit sellers. Just like those two idiots, the chocolate seller was deceived by the bag seller.
Squidward, who thinks he has discovered Taylor's identity, is already planning to close the business. He doesn't want to listen to ads, eat chocolate, buy a house, eat cookies, and doesn't want to think of his two idiot neighbors when he sees this idiot fish.
"Thank you so much, salesman, but I don't want to listen to your advertisement today, nor do I want to buy some odds and ends. Please leave from here. My life is bad enough!"
Looking at Taylor innocently With a fish face, Squidward scolded him in a cold voice. Just as he was about to close the door, a fin blocked the threshold. Taylor smiled apologetically, then opened the package on the other fin and said Squidward said.
"I'm so sorry, Brother Squidward, I heard that you have made great achievements in art, and I have recently gained more opinions on some paintings and artistic styles, so I wanted to talk to you." You
have made great achievements in art!
The painting, the style!
comminicate!
If you tell me this, I won't feel sleepy anymore.
As soon as he heard that the purpose of Taylor's visit was to exchange views on paintings and artistic styles with him, Squidward immediately became energetic. He thought that since he was a child, except for his handsome playboy octopus, there was no one else. Any octopus can compete with himself in art, and he is the most artistic genius in Beechburg.
"Oh my gosh, I didn't expect you to come here to talk to me about paintings and art styles. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for what I just said. Come in, come in, my paintings and my art All the sculptures are on the second floor."
Squidward instantly changed into a passionate smiling face, and the corners of his entire octopus-faced mouth almost reached the corners of his eyes. Taylor's eyelids twitched when he saw it, but he still followed the direction guided by Squidward and came to the second floor with him. building.
As soon as he arrived on the second floor, Taylor saw many paintings of different styles but with great beauty, as well as several statues, including large heads, life-size statues and small miniature sculptures. On the wall were self-portraits and landscape portraits painted by Squidward himself. , as well as jellyfish paintings and many abstract paintings.
There is a saying that Brother Octopus's paintings are actually good. The realistic ones are indeed very lifelike, and the abstract ones are indeed difficult for fish to understand. They are indeed very beautiful.
As soon as Taylor turned his head, he saw that Squidward had changed into an artist's suit at some point, including a turtleneck sweater, floral trousers, a fake beard and a beret. The entire octopus's artistic atmosphere and style were instantly enhanced.
"Come on, my dear friend, I will introduce to you each of these paintings. Each of these paintings is a stunning work that I poured out all my efforts and endured the torture of my idiot neighbor! "
Squidward put his arms around Taylor, and then introduced to him one by one the origins of his sculptures, his paintings, his life-size sculptures, big head sculptures, etc., the hard work and sweat he put in, and what his idiot neighbors did at that time.
As Taylor listened, his fish eyes felt a little wet. In what kind of strict and cruel environment did this Squidward achieve this?
This life is too miserable, and it is really not something that a fish can live through.
Since Squidward took him so seriously and regarded him as an equal friend who could exchange art, Taylor felt that he couldn't show his timidity. He organized the words quickly and combined them with various things he had seen in his dreams recently. All kinds of pictures are drawn on paper, and every inch is as lifelike as if they were born with them.
Although Taylor felt strange about this, he just felt that he could do it, and now it was proved that he had done it. It might have been brought about by the dream. Taylor felt more and more that the upright primate in the dream might have something special with him. Same general relationship.
"It's really incredible. What an artistic style this is. Look at how beautiful this tower depicts. What is that? A green mountain? Isn't there coral on it? And why is the sand there black? I Oh my god, Mr. Taylor, where did you see this scene? It's so beautiful."
Squidward held the landscape painted by Taylor in his hands, as if on a pilgrimage, his eyes were filled with tears, and the crystal tears condensed on his His eyes looked filled with tears.
"It's okay, it's okay."
Taylor said modestly. Squidward, who had already entered into intense thinking and over-thinking, obviously didn't care about the guests' feelings. He just waved his tentacles casually, and then concentrated on it, wishing to take in the scenery. Look at it carefully as if you were eating it.
Taylor didn't care either. Squidward's state was now a bit frenetic and terrifying. He chuckled and turned his head. When he was about to look at the sky outside, he was surprised to find that the shells flying outside were fixed in the air. The sky was half black and half white, and a white dot appeared in the distance. Then the whole world seemed to be overturned and dissipated.
! ! ! ? ? ?
What's going on with this horse-riding guy?
Why am I here to talk to Squidward about the destruction of the art world.
"Hoho...hohoho...I'm so sorry...wuwu...Mr. Taylor."
Squidward's voice came from behind, but there seemed to be some extreme suppression in this voice. Violent emotions.
It was as if a wild beast was trying not to eat its bloody prey.
Taylor turned around in confusion and saw that at this moment, half of Squidward's body had golden scales, his mouth was full of sharp teeth, he also had a barb-like tail on his butt, and one of his eyes turned into a golden vertical Hitomi.
"Brother Squidward, you..."
Brother Squidward shook his head guiltily, then waved his tentacle, and a tentacle covered with golden scales instantly hit Taylor's face.
"I'm sorry...please take a rest..."
(End of chapter)