Almighty painter

Chapter 328 Respecting an Old Friend

He seems to have a paintbrush in his heart that can never run out of ink, and a canvas that can be stretched to an infinite length, constantly deconstructing the world in front of him.

Gu Weijing stared at the pillar where the old-fashioned copper wall clock hung at the train station.

As long as he is willing, his mind can automatically divide the scene in front of him into countless intertwined points, lines, surfaces and various color blocks, which is very elegant and literati.

Imagine tracing it with different paint strokes.

He could use the staggered gray lines of the pen to draw the gaps between the marble tiles of the pillars filled with cement. For the bronze bell, he used scraping techniques to blacken the picture, and used a flat oil painting knife or a sharp carving knife to whiten and scrape it. The edges show the metallic color that has been eroded by time and slightly oxidized... You can also simply use the reverse whitening method in pen drawing to directly blacken all the dark parts except the bright surface of the object. Although this painting method does not have a gray surface, There are only two sides, light and dark.But the black and white are clear and the painting has a sense of atmosphere, so it’s good for expressing scenes like this.

A simple marble column can reveal so much knowledge.

It's not that Gu Weijing didn't know this knowledge before.

It's because he doesn't have the calmness to observe the world and can't settle down. Every time he writes, he only thinks about completing the current goal. Whether he is preparing for the Singapore Art Exhibition or drawing illustrations for "The Little Prince", work is often work and life is Life.

Occasionally, I will have insights in my heart. It is the environment that actively affects Gu Weijing. It is rarely Gu Weijing who actively integrates himself into the environment.

Art comes from life.

If you ignore the state of mind of painting all the time, you will lose the joy of harvesting all the time.

Not only the cold marble pillar, but the crowd around it is also a very interesting subject. The shouting guy selling balloons can use realism to express the vicissitudes of life etched on his body and the warmth of his eyes.

The middle-aged aunt next to her, wearing sunglasses and high heels, swinging her arms in the wind as she walked, formed two extremes in life with the balloon boy.

It seems to have an overbearing momentum, and the composition of this picture has a beauty of contrast.

That aunt?

Gu Weijing blinked.

At this time, Shengzi had let go of his hand, ran up in small steps, and threw herself into her mother's arms.

"Mom, why did you come all the way to pick me up? I thought it was just the hotel driver who came." Miss Shengzi buried her face in her mother's neck, nuzzling her playfully.

"Such a big thing happened this morning. Of course I had to run over to pick up my daughter. I must have been scared before."

The blond aunt touched her daughter's face and took off her sunglasses, but her eyes were fixed on Gu Weijing.

Gu Weijing was quietly watching the scene of mother and daughter embracing.

When he saw Mrs. Sakai's eyes glancing over, he smiled generously at the woman and nodded.

"Hello Auntie."

"Hey, this kid..."

Mrs. Sakai snorted in her heart.

In the past, when Gu Weijing faced her scrutinizing gaze, he would always dodge with a bit of a petty attitude. She didn't blame Gu Weijing for this.

Young people lack confidence when facing superiors and are always reluctant to make eye contact with them. The teachers in school stare at you with their big eyes, and you still feel a chill on your back.

What's more, Mrs. Sakai has always been the kind of person who is difficult to serve and has sharp eyes.

It's fake to be able to kill people with your gaze, but it's real to scare people to tears.

The blond aunt once said nothing and relied on her sharp eyes, but she made the tea in her husband's studio full of tea, and she had a weird idea. She wanted to get a better position by her beauty and avoid having to take 50 years of detours to watch the intern girl cry.

Not to mention that Gu Weijing was a bit shy by nature.

Even a sensual love interest like Taro Komatsu would feel uncomfortable looking away if Mrs. Sakai stared at him for a few seconds.

But now, Mrs. Sakai's eyes were a little sore when she stared at this little guy, but she still smiled calmly and said hello to her.

"What elixir did you take?"

The blond aunt admired Gu Weijing's sudden calm demeanor.

Although she is proud by nature, she also has a bit of anger that refuses to admit defeat.

"Gu Weijing, how did you take care of Shengzi! I trusted you, so I gave my baby daughter to you and took her out to play. But something happened to me? Comparing your feelings, do you think I should be angry? What if I In my hometown, it is very, very shameful for a boy not to take good care of his female partner when going on a date."

Mrs. Cruz touched her daughter's hair in her arms and asked Gu Weijing with a straight face.

"Mom, what happened this morning is none of Gu Jun's business, and he has handled it very well, so I was not frightened. I have grown up, and I am no longer the one who wants my mother to hold her in my arms for fear of being knocked down. It’s a little girl…”

"Ms. Sakai, please stay quiet. I will ask Gu Weijing now."

Mrs. Sakai scolded her daughter who turned her arms outward, turned to look at Gu Weijing, and curled her lips proudly.

kid.

Why are you pretending to be such a calm, big-tailed wolf here with me?

Since you want to pick up my daughter, you have to come over and shyly flatter her and say nice things.Only after you make your mother-in-law happy will you be rewarded with the opportunity to take Shengzi out to play.

This is called a seller’s market!
Gu Weijing didn't know why, but Mrs. Sakai, who was smiling just now, suddenly became stern in tone.

but.

He had the impression that this aunt always spoke as if she was on gunpowder, and he wasn't surprised.

"I'm sorry. I will take better care of Shengzi next time. She is also my treasure." Gu Weijing said seriously.

He didn't hesitate to argue and apologized directly.

When I greeted Mrs. Sakai just now, I was generous and generous. Now when I apologize, I am generous and generous, without any pretense or pretense.

These words not only made Katsuko Sakai's eyes full of love, but even Mrs. Sakai looked at him appreciatively.

interesting.

Seeing that Gu Weijing's response was indeed pleasant, Mrs. Sakai stopped caring about him, and even, very, very rarely, developed some appreciation and love for this child in her heart.

"Well, just apologizing is useless. It depends on your performance next time."

Mrs. Sakai rarely reached out her hand and touched the top of Gu Weijing's head as if stroking her daughter's hair.

"It took Shengzi a long time to comb it for me."

Unexpectedly, Gu Weijing stepped back and avoided it.

Is Katsuko combed?
cut,
Mrs. Sakai curled her lips unhappily, feeling a little jealous.Her precious daughter has never combed her mother's hair. How can I raise her like a piece of meat for 18 years?
He had only been hooking up with my daughter for a few days!
You don't let me touch it, so I won't touch it.

I don’t want to touch Matsutaro if he wants me to. My daughter’s soft and slippery hair is no easier to touch than the two tufts of hair on your head. I can’t just RUA as much as I want.

I don't know what to do.

Mrs. Sakai demonstrated and rubbed Shengzi's head hard twice in front of Gu Weijing.

"Let's go, Shengzi, let's go home." If you don't let me touch her, my daughter won't let you touch her either.

hum.

Mrs. Sakai looked at Gu Weijing proudly, retaliated and stopped her daughter from hugging each other when they parted, and dragged Miss Sakai away.

"The flowers on your face are quite pretty, with a classic style. Did you ask Gu Weijing to draw them for you?"

Before Mrs. Sakai got in the car, she couldn't help but bite her daughter's ears.

"Yeah." Shengzi nodded slightly.

"I'll go back and ask your dad to learn how to draw it for me. This is much cooler than getting a tattoo." Seeing no one within a few meters of her, Mrs. Sakai suddenly stretched out her hand, gently pulled Katsuko's collar, and stretched out He glanced down.

"You weren't sneaked on base, were you?"

She asked in a low voice worriedly, fearing that she would look at the snowy skin painted with rouge flowers, not just on her face.

"No, no, Gu Jun respects me very much. Well, compared to your boyfriend, mom, why are you like a gangster." Shengzi snatched back her collar and complained dissatisfied.

"Tch, little girl, why are you and your mother so shy? I've already said that girls should be more reserved..."

Uncle Alai watched Miss Sakai and her mother quarreling away in the distance, and asked beside Gu Weijing: "Do you want to go home?"

"No, let's go to the orphanage and send Jasmine back first. Today... I also want to propose a toast to a senior." Gu Weijing replied——
The moonlight shines from the window into the small studio of the orphanage.

Gu Weijing stood alone by the window, holding a cup of hot tea and looking at the fairy tale book in his hand against the city night.

[Noble works of art cannot be told by critics, it can speak for itself.The noble soul cannot be restrained by the world, she will find freedom by herself. 】

He softly read the message on the title page of "The Little Prince" and ran his fingers through the blue ink on the title page, as if he could feel the tip of Mr. Sloth's pen scratching against the fiber texture of the page.

Gu Weijing has seen art mottos from "Oil Painting" magazine many times since he was a child.

When you log into the official website of Oil Painting Magazine, you can also see this German version of the inscription paying tribute to Ms. K. in the corner of the WEB homepage.

When he first saw it, Gu Weijing felt that he had little experience.

After he had disagreements and conflicts with Oil Painting magazine, he even felt that this sentence was pretentious.

Compared with the way their chairman Sir Brown deals with others.

This kind of high-sounding motto printed on the back cover of every magazine to flaunt the style of the magazine has a very hypocritical feel.

He felt that Mr. Sloth sent this sentence to him not only as encouragement, but also out of humorous satire on the "Oil Painting" magazine.

There are still a few weeks left until Gu Weijing's birthday this year.

After experiencing the painful decision in the botanical garden, in the spring of April, Gu Weijing was still growing up quietly in the spiritual rite of passage.

Now look back at this gift and savor it carefully.

It's a different kind of taste.

perhaps.

Mr. Sloth sent this sentence to himself, not to satirize the "Oil Painting" magazine, right?
This is also a kind of exhortation and comfort of "just do good things and don't worry about the future", but he was too young to understand it before he truly experienced his inner awakening and transformation.

Extracting his subjective distaste for "Oil Painting".

Apart from anything else, when at least an art criticism magazine was founded 100 years ago, it was really courageous to take "noble works of art cannot be described by critics" as its founding motto.

Gu Weijing smiled.

In the corner of the studio is his most recent copy of "Old Church in a Thunderstorm".

He looked at the painting, looked at the moonlight, and thought about Christmas Eve in 1876. The same night also enveloped the female painter named "Carol", and thought of the fear and struggle in his heart today. Did Ms. Carroll experience the same thing?

Destiny seems like a ring.

The same night in the same church, 150 years later, fell on similar young people again.

It should be that Ms. Carroll is also a strong painter who will paint her works calmly in the deep night, no matter whether she succeeds or fails, right?
"Senior, tell me... can I wait until the sun rises in the east in my life?"

Gu Weijing glanced at the works he copied and asked softly questions to the soul of a hundred years ago.

His tone was calm, without that anxious desire for success, but with a smile of indifference in the face of life's challenges.

Gu Weijing is no longer afraid.

Even if Carol never waited for the spotlight of the world to shine on her like bright sunlight, she still turned her love for the world and art into flowing lightning and solidified it in the dust that no one cares about. on canvas.

Even if he didn't really reach the pinnacle of art.

He also has a grandfather who loves him, Mr. Sloth who supports him like a guide, and Miss Katsuko who is by his side.

He can also be a happy person and a kind person.

Besides, even with just the name Detective Cat, Gu Weijing is actually more successful and much luckier than Ms. Carroll.

As long as he realizes that he already has so many precious and beautiful things, he need not be afraid.

"Hats off to you! Ms. Carroll."

Gu Weijing raised his teacup to the moon in the sky and took a sip of the bitter tea.

Whether it is a coming-of-age ceremony or a tribute to a respectable senior from a hundred years ago, it seems that wine is the only way to suit the occasion.

On his way back, Gu Weijing also asked Uncle Alai to drive to the gift shop on Diplomat Street and buy a bottle of red wine.

There are very few famous Bordeaux wines such as Lafite and Hong Yanrong for sale in Yangon. The most expensive one is an American wine called Screaming Eagle.

180 million kyats per bottle.

Gu Weijing also made a small impulse purchase.

However, after the wine was opened after he bought it, Gu Weijing thought again that Mr. Cao asked him not to get involved in wine, sex, wealth, or anger, so that he could hold the brush steadily when he was older.

Gu Weijingtian and the people fought for a while.

It probably wouldn't hurt to have a drink, and he wouldn't have to worry about Parkinson's for at least another half century.

He finally decided not to break the habit.

Under the social conditions of the time, Ms. Carroll was able to choose to go to the Far East to paint and sketch. She must have been a free and easy woman who would not care about these small details.

He offered a small toast to Ms. Carroll with tea instead of wine.

(End of this chapter)