Almighty painter

Chapter 236 Curious Starting Point

"Fuck."

Taro Komatsu was also cursing in his heart.

After he was driven into autism by Katsuko Sakai, he endured a moment of thinking about it in the staff lounge of Dulwich, and when he took a step back, the more he thought about it, the worse he suffered.

Komatsu Taro's rationality in his last existence prevented him from jumping too much under Mrs. Sakai's nose.

In the entire Japanese art circle, Uncle Sakai is the kind of Dinghaishenzhen with a large tonnage, no matter in terms of weight or technique.

It is also the object that my father needs to win over in the faction of the Dongying Art Association.

Various Japanese-style tea arts, kendo, and various interest struggles in art associations are well-known in Asia.

It really made Mrs. Sakai anxious, and instead of being a family, they were forced to be on the opposite side of Komatsu Gallery.

His father Kenta Komatsu was the first to not let him go.

Can't afford to provoke or hide?

go to hell!
The young master is no longer serving me, and the old man is going home.

Taro Komatsu directly booked a plane ticket back to Osaka from Yangon International Airport tonight, without saying hello to Mrs. Sakai, he simply took a few things from the office, and was ready to sleep directly.

When he left the Dulwich College angrily, he happened to see that the student union was updating the publicity board on the campus.

Xiao Song saw Gu Weijing's hateful face on the bulletin board at a glance.

He spit on the ground. He had already reached the school gate, but he couldn't help but stop, and turned back involuntarily.

When the name Gu Weijing was mentioned, Taro Komatsu felt a slow-burning dark fire in his heart, making him sullen and irritable.

Want to tear something apart.

"I'd like to see what kind of shitty things this Gu Weijing can do."

Angrily, he moved to the bulletin board, casually looking at the words on it.

After looking at it like this, I looked at it for nearly 15 minutes.

Taro Komatsu's brows loosened and then furrowed, furrowed and then relaxed.

His eyes were momentarily disdainful, momentarily surprised, momentarily shocked, his mouth was slightly opened, and the expressions on his face changed extremely richly.

He found that Sakai Katsuko was right.

I really never had a good understanding of Gu Weijing.

Taro Komatsu would be very jealous of the opportunity to paint together with Mr. Cao Xuan.

But it wasn't all the joint mural with Cao Xuan that really made Komatsu Taro's feet seem to be nailed in place, and he tried to leave several times but failed to move.

Komatsu Taro has been in the top art environment since he was a child, and he has seen a lot of great artists.

His vision and knowledge go beyond the local Burmese students around him.

With the blessing of master Cao Xuan's handwriting, no matter how good the painting is, it should be done.

This jointly signed work may have a certain commemorative significance, but after all, it is just an old mural restored by chance for the Shwedagon Pagoda in Myanmar.

Can't take it away and can't sell it.

Compared with the traditional concept of two artists co-creating an important art painting in the name of both parties in an art exhibition, this kind of joint painting in people's habitual concept is fundamentally different.

The meanings interpreted by the outside media will also be hugely different.

Cao Xuan and Professor Lin Tao paint together, which is called art inheritance, an elegant event in the painting circle.

Painting with children like Gu Weijing is just an old artist with a bit of childlike fun, and he can pick up children casually.

Even if a person with no skills paints himself with the gold paint of "painting with Cao Lao", he will not become a great Bodhisattva in the temple.

Instead, Taro Komatsu focused on the practice sketch pinned below.

"The law is strict."

Such an evaluation that made Komatsu very uncomfortable came to his mind.

Sketching is a delicate job, and many things can be seen from a set of lines.

Taro Komatsu has never liked to draw lines, and his works are always filled with various colorful blocks, so as to pursue a chaotic, vague and ambiguous emotional attitude.

The high emotional intelligence of this thing is called an admirer of the Austrian Secession School. He is a loyal dog of Gustav Klimt, a great painter of the Secession School who likes to use color blocks to express emotions in history.

The argument of low emotional intelligence is the lack of precise pen control ability.

nonsense,

The sketch line drawing is a mess, what can he draw if he doesn't draw color blocks, but draw air?
Taro Komatsu knows it hard.

His sketching ability has become a bottleneck for his continued improvement, and he is only at the bottom of the list among professional painters.

When he gave Sakai Katsuko a painting at a family dinner, the other party pointed out a bunch of mistakes.

Except that Sakai Katsuko didn't take Taro Komatsu seriously, there was also the problem of his own lines with the pen.

The great painter Klimt likes to use color blocks, but he is not afraid of drawing lines.

Klimt likes to use straight lines with tense and slightly trembling effects to fill the picture, emphasizing the decorative, trembling, messy, restless colors, making the picture full of instability.

It is obvious that the line skills have reached a very high level.

It is more difficult to paint virtual than real, and it is more difficult to paint scattered but not messy than to paint neatly.

From realistic to realistic, if you can't do the former, don't think about the latter.

When he first met Gu Weijing in the underground parking lot, he felt that Gu Weijing's sketching level was at best on par with his own.

Anyway, sketching is his shortcoming, so Komatsu Taro didn't take it too seriously.

It's only been a few months, so it looks like this?
On oil painting techniques, there is an updated base map on Katsuko Sakai's INS.

In terms of pure sketch level, he saw this sketch on the publicity board.

"Oh, am I really inferior to him?"

In Komatsu Taro's mind, there seemed to be a villain sighing and evaluating.

He is now rated as a "One Star Painter" in the Buyer's Guide section of Oil Painting magazine.

So how much can Gu Weijing's painting skills be evaluated?

One and a half stars?

or higher?

Taro Komatsu looked at the names of Cao Xuan and Gu Weijing next to each other, and somehow he thought of Tang Ning, Cao Xuan's closed disciple.

At the age of 29, it got a four-and-a-half-star rating.

At that time, it broke the historical record of the youngest four-star or above famous painter in Asia in the past half century.

Could it be that he might touch that field one day?

"Don't be funny. Such a nonsense guess, how is it possible. There are too many variables in the future of art. Without a large enough gallery as a stage, he is nothing."

Komatsu Taro shook his head, throwing away this idea that he thought was outrageous.

But Taro Komatsu couldn't help but think——

If it was not the sketch of the Shwedagon Pagoda in his hand, but the sketch on the publicity board, would he still choose to tear up the painting.

Or...can't resist signing this newcomer for his own Komatsu Gallery?
"Baga! You're so fucking useless!"

Taro Komatsu scolded himself in his mind, then spat on the ground, turned around and squeezed out the surrounding students, and left angrily.

……

For the first time in her life, the little eighth woman Kou Kou lost interest in joining in the fun.

She knew that there was a stage training in the evening, and the police car at home was also waiting outside the school gate to pick her up, but she pretended not to know.

Koko just wants to run around the track.

Round and round, it seems that you can go on wandering like this endlessly, without thinking about anything, just running slowly until the end of time.

It is impossible to think of nothing.

In the spring, the tree-lined campus of Dulwich College became noisy. The cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo called, and the cicadas and cicadas sang.

Miss Kou Kou's thinking is also chaotic.

She vigorously kicked a football left over from the club or physical education class towards the green plant area on one side.

The football flew into the trees, and there was only the hollow echo of the floating leaves.

Just like her empty heart at the moment.

Heart-piercing, unforgettable, Kou Kou didn't feel it at all.

She has dumped more girlfriends than Gu Weijing has ever had.

Kou Kou will not be like the love brain heroine in Korean dramas, who will cry so much that she wants to lie on the train after being separated from any boy.

She just felt empty inside.

It seems that when Kou Kou just took off the braces, her tongue always licked unconsciously between the teeth, and you always felt that something was missing.

Many years ago when Koko was a child, when her mother passed away,
She has had similar feelings.

My mother was a little out of her mind for a long time before she died.

In ancient times, this state was called "heart disease", and modern people call it "mental disease", anyway, it is a bit crazy.

People said that this woman's life was bad, and she died before her husband got rich.He also said that her father's life was really good. He got promoted, got rich, and his wife died.

Otherwise.

The wife of such a promising upstart in the police circle is a crazy woman who can't even bring up children, what does she look like.

Kou Kou doesn't think her mother is a lunatic.

It's true that you don't know how to bring children.She has very little impression of her mother when she was alive. When she looked back at the photos of her childhood, she found that she had a tomboy-like ball head all day long, and her clothes were always dirty.

But she always prefers to firmly remember that her mother is the only good mother who would stand in the 40°C heat for several weeks on her own birthday every year, just to pray for her daughter to be safe and happy.

When Kou Kou's mother died, she felt empty in her heart.

I don't want to think about anything.

neither cry nor laugh,

Just not happy.

"Tear."

Standing where she was, she took another bubble gum from her pocket, tore off the wrapping paper and stuffed it into her mouth, chewing vigorously.

Spit bubbles when you are happy, and spit bubbles when you are unhappy.

This is a habit she left behind when she was a child.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
Bubble after bubble expands and bursts.

Kou Kou stood where she was, not knowing how many bubbles she vomited, until her gaze caught sight of the figure sitting by the playground.

"Hello, Mona."

Mona was sitting on a bench under the shade, holding a copy of Hilary Mantel's historical novel "Wolf Hall".This novel tells about the ups and downs of court struggles in the era of Henry VIII and won the "Booker Prize" in 2009.

Maybe?
Anyway, that's what it says on the book cover recommendation in the school library.

Mona sat on the edge of the playground for so long, still staring at the title page, not reading a single word.

She just randomly took a book that looked thick enough, and used it as a pretense, so that she could have a quiet environment and be quiet.

"I do not regret."

Mona said softly to herself.

Yes,

She has no regrets.

She also had to tell herself no regrets.

The choice is the choice, Mona is just trying her best to implement the life plan envisioned in her mind, and struggle to live a high life.

She realized that she had misread Gu Weijing.

Probably what he said when he came to his home that day was not wishful thinking.

I can't blame anyone, but I only blame myself for being blind, and deep down in my heart, I don't want to believe this boy.

But things have passed, so what can we do now?

Having said such unfeeling words just now, he repeatedly whipped the little donkey away.

Now she finally stopped bothering her, and obediently left as she wished.

As a result, Mona found out that the little donkey could run fast, so she immediately turned her head and licked her face and said that nothing happened just now.

"Let's continue as before."

Farewell.

This is really too philistine, too disgusting!

Mona just passed the scene casually in her mind, and felt sick to her stomach for a while.

She felt that she had never been so "ugly".

Miss Sandenou was willing to accept Mrs. Cruz's scorn with a self-satisfied smile for a place in a higher class.

The only thing he didn't want to do was in front of Gu Weijing.

"Will he come to me again?"

Mona felt like fifteen buckets were going up and down, and she prayed that she would have another chance.

As long as Gu Weijing is willing to come to her again, even if it's just to send a text message, she is willing to apologize.

"There is nothing to regret. If I choose again, I should still do it."

"It's the last word to be strong. He can paint with Mr. Cao Xuan, but I also rely on my own efforts to attend the improvement class taught by Professor Cruz."

Mona kept comforting herself in her heart.

Miss Sandenu forced her to show the same generous and decent smile that belonged to the president of the student union on her face.

She wanted to act as if Gu Weijing's affairs hadn't affected her at all.

However, Mona still tightly held the large English book in her hand and hid her face.

She doesn't want anyone to see her current self at this moment!
No need to think about it, Mona also knew that in the gossip in the school that grew faster than the weeds on the side of the road, those yin-yang-loving little girls were talking about how difficult it was for the female president to hear.

How beautiful Gu Weijing is now.

It just seemed how embarrassing Mona was.

Today is really not a lucky day for Miss Sanderou.

She didn't want to see anyone, but she heard someone calling her name.

Mona's shoulders trembled slightly, and just as she turned her head, she saw Kou Kou standing beside her.

If there is a list, it can list the list of classmates that Miss Sanderu does not want to meet at the moment.

Then Kou Kou's name is definitely No.1 on this list.

Mona and Kou Kou are like two magnets that repel each other. From the first day Kou Kou transferred, she didn't quite get along with each other.

exactly.

Coco and Mona are not getting along well.

Obviously this girl gets along well with everyone else in the school, but she always likes to target herself everywhere.

The girls danced a group dance and arranged for themselves in the corner.When I had a birthday party, I sent invitations to all the students in the class, but I "forgot" to send them to myself.He also apologized hypocritically, and then sent himself a photo of the arrogant look at the birthday party to show off, saying "It would be great if you were here".

What's more, as soon as there was a rift between herself and Gu Weijing on the front foot, she hooked up with her little boyfriend on the back foot.

This bitch isn't a bitch who is?

The word "hate", Mona thought she had said it quite politely.

"Hello, Coco."

Mona nodded to Kou Kou with a straight face, her eyes swept over the "coquettish" hole in the other's pants.

She is in a bad mood.

Mona made up her mind that if Kou Kou used Gu Weijing to mock herself, she would retort that Gu Weijing didn't dress according to school regulations, and then report Kou Kou to the teacher Feng Ji.

Forget it, it seems that after being stabbed in the sore spot in the center, he was too harsh and inwardly soft.

Or say "I'm very happy for Gu Weijing. I wish you a good time and hope to treat Gu Weijing better."

Damn, what a pathetic declaration of a defeated dog.

After thinking for a while, Monas simply stood up and prepared to turn around and leave.

"Wait a minute, do you know I've met you before, Mona."

Kou Kou raised her hand to stop it.

She couldn't see the triumphant look on her face, and Mona unexpectedly heard a bit of despondency in her tone.

ever met me?
Mona's footsteps paused, she was stunned by these words, and she asked inexplicably.

"I'm not referring to Dulwich. There is a hotel called Tranquility Valley near Diplomat Boulevard in the Queen's district of Yangon. There is a children's pottery hall on the first floor of the hotel. It was probably the summer vacation of the third and fourth grades. We all went there I took a pottery class. At that time, I was dry and withdrawn, and no one wanted to be in my group..." Kou Kou said softly.

"Oh, you are, it's that girl with braces and glasses!"

Even if the details Kou Kou said were very clear, Mona recalled it for a long time before she suddenly froze for a moment.

Yangon is the economic center of Myanmar.

Even if Myanmar is a mess, some places are like hell on earth, and the living conditions remain in the pre-colonial era.The living conditions of the relatively affluent class in the center of Yangon are still very modern.

There are fairyland on earth like Xihe Guild Hall, five-star luxury hotels, private noble schools, and pottery halls for children to cultivate hobbies during holidays.

There was a young police inspector who had just been widowed.

He had just been transferred to an important position and entrusted with heavy responsibilities. He had no time to deal with family affairs, so he enrolled his daughter in an interest class during the summer vacation.I want my withdrawn daughter to learn pottery to change her mood.

Psychological research shows that modern children generally form empathy after the age of 12.

Human beings are neither good nor evil at the beginning, just chaotic and ignorant.

Therefore, in many cases, the younger the age, the more common the occurrence of campus bullying.

Calling an insulting nickname and isolating a female classmate with dark skin, dirty skirt, metal braces and thick-rimmed glasses is even more trivial matter that is not worth mentioning.

The little girl's nickname at that time was "Glasses Girl" or "Braces Glasses Girl".

Even the pottery class teacher would call her "Xiao Hei" occasionally, making fun of what she thought was "harmless" with her sun-tanned complexion at the time.

The little girl is stubborn and stubborn, and a little withdrawn.

She will not cry when she is laughed at, nor will she sue her parents.

Her father, a police officer, was away from home for two or three days, and her mother was gone, so she didn't even know who to confide in.

She was just biting her metal braces, staring at her mother's beautiful big eyes that were hidden by the big frame, staring at the faces of those peers who mocked her, isolated her, and made fun of her physical features .

It seems that at a young age, he has seen through the indifference and coldness of this unwarming world.

Until one day, a new pair of students came to the pottery class.

"Mona, do we want to be in a group with this classmate?" The boy asked the little girl next to her who looked quite pink and carved with a string of small gold rings on her arm.

"Why? Groups of two or three. It's fine just the two of us."

"Let's play together, I think she always seems to be alone at the table, it's not convenient to pinch anything."

"No, no. She looks weird, with such old-fashioned glasses, her eyes are swollen, and she is as ugly as a goldfish. She can be with the teacher."

"Don't talk like that, I think braces are cute. It's just pottery, let's do it with her."

They just kneaded pottery for more than two weeks until the holidays were over.

The boy was a bit precocious, like a little adult, extremely gentle and patient.

The pottery class is the first interest class that the little girl attends in her life. She is clumsy in everything she does.

The soft clay made by them is always crooked when it is taken out of the oven, which often leads to a burst of unkind laughter.

The other girl named Mona was very serious in everything she did. She blushed when she was laughed at, and stomped her little leather shoes swearingly, asking not to be with her again next time.

But every time, he would be half-dragged and half-dragged by the boy.

Sometimes the pinching is so bad that the little girl feels embarrassed with red eye circles.

But the boy patted her head like a little old man.

"For things like coordination, just practice more. Don't cry, Mona, did we buy something to eat at the newsstand on the way here?"

The boy handed over two bubble gums.

He chewed one by himself, and stuffed the other into the girl's palm as he pushed aside the candy wrapper.

"Here, let me teach you to spit bubbles, and you won't be sad if you spit bubbles."

The boy spat out for a long time, but the bubbles didn't come out.

The little girl smiled slowly.

Just like in a fairy tale, the little match girl saw the warm fire in winter.

Childhood is the starting point of everyone's life.

When children open their eyelids ignorantly, they reflect the world with their eyes.The world is warm, life is warm.The world is cold, life is cold.

William II, Napoleon, Cromwell, Emperor Wanli... When historians study the historical materials of these great figures, they can find that certain shadows of their childhood run through the important decisions of their lives.

Sometimes,
Burning the whole world to ashes will not make up for the shortcomings of childhood.

Sometimes,
All you need is a match and a cheap piece of bubble gum.

　Tomorrow will enter the new big plot.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)