Almighty painter

Chapter 201
When Gu Weijing was researching information about the little prince, he came across such a story on Google.

It is said that

The great playwright George Bernard Shaw, when he was bedridden in a Dublin nursing home at the age of 91 in his later years, when he read The Little Prince for the first time, he was immediately moved.

The old man burst into tears suddenly, choking with sobs.

"This book contains a whole set of philosophical systems." The 1925 Nobel Prize winner for literature said to a friend, "With a touch of sadness, the incredible beauty makes people cry."

Gu Weijing wondered if his cultural accomplishment was too low, so he couldn't understand the ideological realm of other great writers and writers.

at least,

When he was reading "The Little Prince", he really never had any urge to cry like those sentimental Wenqing girls on the Internet.

Even when Mr. Sloth reads the most emotionally.

At most, Gu Weijing just let out a sudden "Oh" in his heart, feeling that this story seems to have a bit of charm.

Dumbness is like a wooden fish that can't be knocked.

It's a pity that the kid in front of him is so cold as hell.

The other party didn't seem very interested in "teaching" Gu Weijing, the elm lump, and he seemed to be indifferent to him, and he didn't even bother to say anything.

"Well, if you don't want to say it, don't say it."

Gu Weijing shook his head dejectedly.

Anyway, I have already published a social article, whether it is from Mr. Sloth or the Scholastic Group, the feedback from the Scholastic Group is very satisfactory.

It's just one of his attempts to put the icing on the cake.

Gu Weijing had no choice but to give up, and the virtual panel had already entered a 30-second countdown.

Just look at the deep, dying expression on the little guy sitting on the sand dune in front of him.

Gu Weijing thinks,
The cool expression of the little brother in front of him can kill the hearts of girls from eighteen young beauties to eighty toothless old ladies.

There is no need for P pictures at all, and they can be directly used on TV stations to make posters for emotional variety shows at 8:30 in the evening.

The longing and sadness in the look reveal the intensity and complexity of the emotion. Just invite a love and emotion expert to come over and shoot two hundred episodes of ups and downs. years of tears.

30 seconds,

Even if the little prince changed his mind, he would be merciful and willing to open his heart to him.

What can I say at this hour?It's completely useless.

Gu Weijing had no choice but to accept the reality.

He still felt a little bit sorry for the one-time skills that he didn't have after using them up.

At this time, the younger brother was unwilling to pay attention to him, so Gu Weijing could only hold the idea that being idle was also idle, stretching his neck and trying to remember the profile of the little prince in front of him.

He thought about whether he could copy the profile bit by bit.

Strange to say,
The little prince in front of him is exactly the same as the characters in his original works.

the same image,
What appears in his pen is just a rigid painting.

However, the young lady in front of him at this moment,
Even if someone doesn't speak or move, just sit there and look at the stars coolly, no one will treat the other person as a sculpture or a puppet.

Even when Gu Weijing saw the silhouette on the sand dunes from a distance in the temple of thinking, he felt that the other party had a soul, so he wanted to say hello.

This vivid "anger" made him cry with envy.

Gu Weijing racked his brains to study the reasons for these two kinds of visual differences.

The picture looks exactly the same, if there is any difference at all, probably...

Is it because of the eyes?

Such warm and reserved eyes are definitely not something that can be achieved by a dead thing without a soul.

19 seconds countdown to candle burning,
Gu Weijing in the bedroom began to act like a living horse doctor.

He picked up a bit of dark paint with the oil painting knife in his hand, hoping to seize the last moment to record this mysterious look.

The moment the oil painting knife and the linen canvas are about to touch,
Gu Weijing stopped hesitantly.The rough, hard and straight flat blade of the oil painting knife is only suitable for shaping large-area color blocks and the macroscopic atmosphere of the overall picture perception.

For example, a large snow scene and starry sky.

The eyes of the characters full of delicate lines have never been the strong point of the oil painting knife.

The legendary knife painting gave Gu Weijing the ability to control the picture and the subtle way of handling the knife to kill most painters in seconds.

The outstanding technique brings more space for careful operation.

in his palm,
Details are a forbidden area for general oil painting knives, but not for legendary painting knives.

That is to use a "heavy" tool with a width of three and a half centimeters such as a pear-shaped oil painting knife.

Gu Weijing can also easily use a long knife to touch the canvas area the size of a copper coin, and carve out complex curves like facial features, instead of using a few simple knife painters of different sizes. color block instead.

But this is also his limit.

"The eyes of portraying portraits" is one of the things that Huadaohua is least good at, and it is also one of the least good at it.

It's like a farm insisting on letting ducks hatch goose eggs, which doesn't make sense at all.

If not,

How could painting knife painting be so unpopular?

And the little prince's eyes are too complicated.

The eye sockets seem to be composed of infinite polygonal curves, and they seem to be just an absolutely perfect circle.

Just looking at it gives people the illusion that their souls are being sucked in.

Wanting to draw the essence of this place, Gu Weijing really felt a little bit at a loss.

Subconsciously, he wanted to put down the oil painting knife, replace it with a pencil, and try to use a professional counterpart for a fine sketch.

However, his sketch level is more than one and a half stars lower than that of painting with a knife.

Trying to draw such a complicated thing with a sketch that has just stepped into the field of a professional painter, Gu Weijing himself is not very optimistic about the final effect.

Just when Gu Weijing thought that time would end in such a short time, the little boy on the sand dune suddenly moved!
15 seconds countdown,

Even the last centimeter of the small candle stub on the virtual panel has burned into green smoke.

The faint flame danced and flickered in the pitiful little tear like a small fingernail, and the faint flame would be extinguished at any time.

As the candles dimmed,

The effectiveness of the blessings of the Muses is fading,

The surrounding sand seas continued to sink into canyon-like gaps, the yellow sand poured into the abyss like a waterfall, and even the sky and stars began to collapse.

The image in Gu Weijing's mind gradually blurred.

The little prince was still looking sideways at the starry sky, but at this moment he hugged his knee with one hand, and suddenly stretched out the other hand towards Gu Weijing's direction.

"Hey, is this to shake hands with me when I say goodbye?"

Gu Weijing was surprised.

That's not the handshake.

The boy wearing a bow tie stretched out an index finger, and the remaining evening fog gathered and condensed at his fingertips, forming a misty silver light cluster, just like the twinkling star in the sky.

In an instant, Fu Ling's heart came,
Before the little prince could speak, Gu Weijing subconsciously stretched out his finger.

Finally, there is no obstruction of the air wall,

The fingers of the two people meet at the boundary between reality and darkness, and Gu Weijing feels a tingling electric current rushing through his body.

In a trance,
Gu Weijing saw a blooming rose in the crumbling starry sky.

He couldn't tell whether the rose really existed or the little prince's illusion.The moment the starlight entered their arms, the perceptions of the two of them merged quietly.

In the vast and boundless world, life clings to life, flowers lie on the ground in the breeze and interweave with other flowers, crane birds seem to know all crane birds.

Only human beings build their own solitude.

Sitting on a pocket planet to watch the sun rise and set, pull out the wild shoots of the baobab tree, and use the wooden stick behind the broom to unclog the pipes of the active volcano the size of a lava cake.

day and night.

Time confronts the desolation, he is so lonely.

Until a certain morning on a certain day of the year, when the sun rose, a delicate flower bloomed.

It was the only pretty rose on the small asteroid, so, unreasonably and predestined, at the moment of blooming, I fell in love with her.

He watered the rose, sheltered her from the wind and cold, and under her arrogant orders, he fought the non-existent tiger imagined by Ms. Rose in the air.

And she gazed at the endless night sky with herself,
They watched the setting sun and counted its No.40 falling from the sky three times, and together they silently looked forward to the No.40 star rising from the horizon four times soon.

From the moment I fell in love with each other, time regained meaning.

It seems that only a second has passed, and it seems that a whole thousand years have passed.

this moment,
Gu Weijing only felt as if he had been hit hard by something.

Those are his flowers.

This one alone is better than all the flowers in the world.

"Because I watered her. Because I put her in the flower cover. Because I protected her with a screen. Because I got rid of the caterpillars on her body. Because I listened to her complaints, she bragging, sometimes even her silence. Because she is... my rose."

"We have watched the sunrise and the galaxy together."

Mr. Sloth's warm voice rises from the depths of the ocean of memories.

The words written by Saint-Exupéry once again flowed through Gu Weijing's heart. This time, it was no longer a vague emotion, but smashed his heart like a heavy hammer.

wooden fish ringing,

Elm blossoms.

A tear welled up from the corner of Gu Weijing's eye.

It turns out that in the vast starry sky, there is a rose that belongs to him. He has spent so much time on the other party, so this is something that belongs only to him.

If you ever had such a rose.

You'll also miss staring at the stars all night long when you're alone, remembering how you all stared at the universe together, terrified of fearing a goddamn goat would come out of nowhere and snatch it away.

"In that interstellar space, whenever I feel lost and alone, I look up, and among a million unreachable stars, I look for the only real planet. The star that grows my rose. Only It incorporates our familiar scenery, our sunrise and sunset, and our endless tenderness."

The Temple of Thought crumbles completely,

The little prince's figure slowly dissipated.

The delicate reed-like voice finally sounded from the bottom of Gu Weijing's heart, causing ripples.

"Sir, do you know? Love is not looking at each other, but looking in the same direction together."

5...

4...

3...

2...

1.
Gu Weijing opened his eyes,
Strictly speaking,
His eyes were never closed, but he still felt as if he woke up from a fantastic and magnificent dream, and slowly opened his eyelids.

Right now,

There is also a pair of eyes on the linen canvas in front of him.

It was a deep black blotch that was randomly spotted with the tip of a palette knife on a yellowish complexion.

He did all this in the last three seconds of the candle being extinguished,

without any thought,
It was like the revelation of the gods in religious legends, there was a voice in his heart telling him to do this, and he did it so naturally.

Gu Weijing doesn't even remember how he used an oil painting knife to draw out a beige base, and then like a pastry chef carving patterns on a cake, he casually tapped his eyes.

The work that should have been extremely sloppy, but it seems ingenious has the true meaning of the four characters of painting, spirit, wonder, and ability.

The color ink is exquisite, and the eyes are freehand and vivid, as if reflecting the shining star in the sky.

It seems to be just two simple strokes with a knife and a stroke, but Gu Weijing clearly knows,
If there is no calligraphy and painting identification technique,
Given countless chances for him to touch 1 dots on the canvas, he still won't be able to touch such deep eyes.

A tear that had not yet solidified fell from the side of Gu Weijing's face onto the linen canvas, but Gu Weijing smiled softly.

"A white swan really hatched from a duck egg."

【Work Title: The Little Prince on the Sand Dunes at Night】

[Painting Technique: Painting with Knife Painting·Legendary Level]

【Emotion: painstaking efforts】

"It's hard work...it's not easy."

Gu Weijing drew this cover very slowly this time, even though he had already painted the same work once, but this time he spent more than twice as long as last time.

Except for a slight tweak to the order of the coloring layers.

This knife painting is almost identical in composition to the previous one.

But you don’t need any art background, just pull two people to look at the canvases placed together, and you can easily see the world’s difference between them.

Even if 99% of the techniques of the two oil paintings are carved out of the same mold, the remaining 1% of the aura is a hundred times more important than all the techniques combined.

The moment Gu Weijing finished painting,
There is even the illusion that the young man on the dune is blinking at him.The last time he encountered this kind of feeling was the mural of Master Cao Xuan's "Picture of Respecting the Buddha and Protecting the Dharma".

Looking at the clear evaluation column on the system panel, the four-character comment [Painful and painstaking] finally emerged.

Gu Weijing was not as excited as he had imagined, instead, he seemed to have just completed the feat of climbing a snow-capped mountain, and he felt somewhat relieved.

"I don't know if it's too late to replace the manuscript for the publisher?"

Gu Weijing thought about it.

In fact, he no longer cares much about whether the Scholastic Group is willing to replace the cover art.

Just like a mountaineer who has never reached a snow-capped mountain for the first time, he does not particularly care about worldly rewards of money and honor after reaching the top.

The beautiful scenery in front of him is already a reward for him.

"Anyways, can I send it to Mr. Sloth?"

　Ok……

　　A little apology.

　　I wrote about [-] words, and found that the plot of Anna’s appearance was cut off after writing another [-] words later. The reading experience is not very good. I will try to finish writing the whole thing tomorrow, and then release it all together.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)