Almighty painter

Chapter 317
"If you don't explode in silence, you will perish in silence." - Brother Xun.
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Sakai Katsuko's kiss was calm and long.

She and Gu Weijing were sitting and lying together.

The girl was sitting on her knees on the lawn, while Gu Weijing was lying softly on the ground. Shengzi placed her forehead on her lap, and her wet hair stuck to her forehead.

All his clothes were soaked, including Sakai Katsuko's clothes.

The boy on Katsuko's lap really didn't look handsome at all.

The embarrassed and desolate look on his face now seemed like Miss Sakai had just jumped into the lake nearby and picked him up.

This kind of scene is completely unromantic and does not conform to the scene that would appear in any idol Korean drama to make a young girl's heart sparkle and give her first kiss.

At this moment, Gu Weijing felt in his heart that he was acting like a loser.

What good girl would want to kiss a loser who was defeated by a challenge?

however,
Sakai Katsuko still kissed her.

She did not kiss Gu Weijing on the lips, but kissed him on the forehead like a compassionate nun.

Or,

It was a motherly kiss.

Gu Weijing's pupils trembled slightly, and his breathing stagnated for a moment. Even time was stopped the moment the girl's soft lips kissed her.

On the fountain next to her, a forest fairy with wings on her back silently stared at this noisy world filled with the pain of not getting what she wanted with her broken marble head.

It seems like it has been doing this for 1000 years.

On the lawn under the sculpture.

The wind blows and the water follows the water.

The girl in the human world kissed the forehead of the boy on her knee, and their skins were connected to each other.

At this moment, everything was silent.

Gu Weijing couldn't remember who kissed him like this for a long, long time.

The sense of detachment between Mona and him is well managed.

She would take the initiative to hold his hand, and would reach out to hold his arm while walking on the beach promenade by the sea.

Mona also hugged him, and Gu Weijing once thought that the relationship between them was very close.

Only kisses.

In such an open environment of an international school, they had never kissed each other.

Gu Weijing didn't dare, but Mona probably didn't want to.

Ms. Chairman is not willing to easily cross the small boundary between a perfect friend and a [-]-point lover.

Sometimes.

Under her guidance and control, you can cross the line a little bit and have a little bit of lust and ambiguity.

But kissing...kissing crosses the line too far.

Maybe the last woman who kissed him was his mother.

But that was already a very distant memory, so long that he couldn't even remember whether it really happened.

Gu Weijing is the one who was abandoned by his parents.

He vaguely understood.

In fact, his father was not not as talented in Chinese painting as his grandfather said, but in the chaotic current situation in Yangon, painting was really not a promising profession.

So his father hated painting, hated their book gallery, hated the poverty and chaos here, hated Gu Tongxiang's insistence that he pick up a paintbrush and inherit his family's education, and wanted to rush out and change his life with all his strength.

And never come back.

Gu Weijing even knew.

When he was three years old, when his father was promoted to a position at the local headquarters by the French bank where he worked, he insisted on taking Gu Weijing with him.

He wanted his son not to have to go through what this country had to offer and the pain he had gone through.

Get French nationality, study in a French school, and become a citizen of a developed country.

Be one of those people who sits on the “sliding pole” in Southeast Asia instead of carrying the “sliding pole”.

It would also be good to become a doctor or lawyer in the future, or study finance and become a Golden Boy. This is the life his ideal son should live.

Instead of running the ancestral calligraphy and painting shop on the Yangon River from generation to generation, which was so outdated that he felt suffocated.

It was Gu Tongxiang who stopped this.

The old man banged the table and shouted to his son, "We are a family of calligraphers and painters. My father passed the calligraphy and painting shop into my hands, and I have the obligation to pass it on to him."

You shirked your responsibilities like a coward, and your son must carry them.

It's your choice!

Gu Tongxiang, an old man who seems kind-hearted now, actually threatened at that time that if the ancestral craftsmanship was no longer passed on to his generation, he would jump into the Yangon River tomorrow.

In a sense, it was Gu Tongxiang who was wrong in this matter.

His behavior was exactly the same as that of the classic Eastern unreasonable authoritarian parent in the famous "Parents Are Harmful" discussion group on Dongxia Douban when Gu Weijing visited Dongxia Douban in his spare time.

Fundamentally speaking, Gu Tongxiang really has the character of an authoritarian Eastern patriarch.

But on the other hand, Gu Weijing was not resentful.

Because grandpa is really good to him.

Even Gu Weijing must admit it.

Between him and his cousin Gu Lin, the old man's heart was indeed biased. There was nothing for the aunt to complain about.

Gu Tongxiang may have always felt guilty about Gu Weijing and did not let his grandson live a "higher life", so he has been trying his best to compensate him.

just.

Such Gu Weijing has lacked the love from his parents since he was a child.

His parents separated a few years after arriving in France. They lived well and never came back.

Gu Weijing sometimes talks on the phone with his elders in France during holidays.

The two parties greeted each other politely. His father wished him success in his studies, and Gu Weijing wished his father good health.

Then Gu Weijing waited for his father to politely ask him if he wanted to go to Paris during the holidays.

He politely declined again and said he would talk about it next time when he had a chance.

Then we said good night to each other and hung up the phone.

The entire process was handled very skillfully by both parties.

They don't look like a father and son, but like two strangers who politely talk to each other according to a designed customer service form.

Only Gu Tongxiang kept rubbing his palms next to the phone at this time.

Appearing nervous and hesitant to speak.

When the old man learned that Gu Weijing originally planned to go to the French Academy of Fine Arts to attend college.

On the one hand, Gu Tongxiang patted his chest and promised that even if his grandson went to school, he would definitely be able to pay for the tuition and living expenses.

On the other hand, the old man became obviously more nervous.

Even in his daily life, the old man was careful not to mention Gu Weijing's parents. Occasionally at the dinner table, he would say something to the news about "bank work is so boring" and "investment bankers are all vampires. What kind of money can they earn?" No conscience." This kind of weird temptation is said.

Every time he saw Gu Tongxiang showing such a tangled look, Gu Weijing found it a little funny.

He knew what grandpa was afraid of.

His grandfather was afraid that he would hate the other person, and he was also afraid that he would have the idea of ​​giving up on his artistic path, just like his second son.From a long time ago, he wanted to tell his grandfather, don't worry, I will not accept his father's invitation.

Even if Gu Weijing goes to France to study, he will continue to advance on the road of painting instead of becoming a bank clerk.

This is not because after studying art for more than ten years, it is strange to switch to finance in college.

Ok.

Strange indeed.

However, it is not difficult to apply for business majors in France. Dewei does have art students every year who apply for similar majors at the university at the request of their parents.

Of course, it wasn't because of Gu Tongxiang's violent argument that "banks are boring and investment banks are vampires" that convinced him.

It's because he is a sensitive child.

He understood from Gu Weijing many, many years ago that he was the abandoned person.

That summer 15 years ago, when my father boarded the Boeing 747 intercontinental airliner flying to Charles de Gaulle International Airport.

Just like the hot and rainy weather in Myanmar, his three-year-old son was forever left in the corner of life that had been turned over.

The abandoned wild children will never be picked up again by their parents.

Gu Weijing can get along so well with the children in the Lucky Orphanage, can dance with Jasmine, and can hold Budao and talk to each other all afternoon with great patience.

Not only because he has money, but also because he has a kind heart.

Maybe Gu Weijing himself didn't even realize that he saw some reflections of himself in these children.

The old man Gu Tongxiang doesn't understand.

In fact, every time we called, both parties were quite embarrassed.

The greeting from the phone receiver is "Weijing, my son, how are you?", which is essentially the same as the online shopping customer service "Dear, pay attention to your health, and remember to give me five-star reviews!" There is no emotional content in such words. the difference.

Gu Weijing understands this fact, he knows it...his father also knows that he understands it.

If Gu Weijing nods and agrees to his invitation one day, the middle-aged man on the other end of the phone will feel at a loss.

Neither the father nor the son want the other party to invade their schedules and lives anymore.

Gu Weijing's father already has a new life, a new environment, and a new order.

Gu Weijing... He was brought up by his grandfather. When he lived with his grandfather for more than ten years, he was his closest relative and the best elder to him in the world.

How could he bear to let down the elder who was the best to him in his life?
just.

This kind of left-behind child's life of being abandoned by his parents puts pressure on him from the side.

It constitutes a burden on his shoulders.

It also constituted the inferiority complex in his heart.

When Gu Weijing was knocked down by his inner demon, many illusions arose. He thought he was once again thrown from the sky, falling towards the endless void.

He was abandoned by his parents 15 years ago.

He can also pick up the paintbrush, just like his grandfather hoped, and use the light of art burning under the pen to warm himself.

15 years later, if the light of art is also taken away.

He will have nothing.

This fear entangled with many negative emotions should have no cure, until Katsuko Sakai's kiss directly melted him.

Sakai Shengzi didn't know where Gu Weijing's bad mood came from.

It's ok.

The girl saw the fear lingering in Gu Weijing's heart from the long stare.

From his confused eyes, Ms. Sakai saw his heart lacking love under great pressure, and the inexplicable and sudden surge of unconfidence after his skills took off.

Under those dark eyes, he saw the "poor, weak and helpless" Gu Weijing.

So she kissed him.

That's why she kissed so softly, yet so seriously and affectionately.

She kissed Gu Weijing on the forehead, and also kissed the heart of the little child who was armed with outstanding painting skills, fearful and inferior.

In Socrates' poems, he praised a god named Colonus.

Chronos is the ultimate god who transcends all control over time. He holds a sickle in his hand, and time is like an iron ring with no beginning and no end, rotating around him.

His divine name is also the origin of the root "chron-" of the Latin word expressing "eternal time."

In this world, the only thing that can lead to eternity is love.

Sometimes, the only thing that penetrates time is the scythe and scepter in Kronos' hand that can cut off time. A girl's kiss can penetrate Gu Weijing's appearance and be imprinted in the heart of the little baby 15 years ago.

This is a maternal kiss 15 years overdue.

It is also a lover's kiss that welcomes new life.

Gu Weijing felt a peaceful power spreading from his forehead.

It has a moist touch and gentle heat, passing from the top of his head to his cheeks, neck, torso and limbs.

Gu Weijing was stunned and in a daze.

The surrounding area he could feel was filled with the fragrance of flowers. The back of his head was resting on a soft place, and there seemed to be warm water ripples on his forehead.

This floral scent, this softness, this warmth.

Bit by bit, it came from Miss Sakai's body, and using the physical contact between them as a bridge, bit by bit, the girl forcefully stuffed it into his body.

Gu Weijing felt a tight feeling of support.

Thoughts are like water, and so are warm currents.

The heat like water reverberated in his chest, slowly occupying the space belonging to negative pressure.

Is this the power of dopamine and hormone secretion?
Gu Weijing asked himself strangely in his heart. He felt the instant changes in his body. Gu Weijing was not aroused by the kiss.

He just felt at ease.

He just felt that Miss Sakai, who was holding him next to him, was as warm as a ray of sunshine.

His emotions were falling and collapsing like a big avalanche. Gu Weijing stood in the mountain and watched the pressure and fear coming. He didn't know what kind of power could compete with it.

Suddenly, the sun just rose.

The sun rises in the east, the sun shines brightly, and the snowflakes all over the sky are dissolved into gurgling water at this moment, the noise disappears, and the worries recede.

In an instant, there was only the breeze blowing on my face.

I have a bright pearl, which has been locked up by the dust for a long time. Now the light is born when the dust is gone, shining through thousands of green mountains.

Gu Weijing suddenly found that his hands stopped shaking.

He fell silent.

He opened the system and looked at the column [Chinese Painting Techniques: Lv. 4 Professional Level 4903 (5000/[-])] again.

When the mood is extremely complicated, let alone professional first-level Chinese painting techniques.

Even if it is a legendary drawing knife painting, I am afraid that the level he can perform in his hands is not as good as Ms. Anya's.

But now.

Gu Weijing, who calmed down again, felt that he should no longer be able to draw a semi-professional wisteria flower.

He had the courage to try again.

"Gu Jun, look at me, don't think about other things now, you will finish the painting, but at least not now."

(End of this chapter)