Almighty painter

Chapter 453 Gift
For a while, after accidentally watching a treasure appraisal program on TV, Gu Weijing often rummaged through the cabinets to find all kinds of strange old things left by his family's ancestors when he was a child.

It is a pity.

Those three people were in the little Ye Zhang box that Gu Tongxiang thought about and sighed with regret at his old Gu family's big yard in Baishun Hutong, Beijing, making him unable to regard them as "our Bai Jing masters".

Gu Weijing did not dig out Wang Xizhi's pen and ink or Wu Daozi's original works secretly hidden in the mezzanine because of his ancestors' sympathy for the younger generation.

There is no half-part 16-character Feng Shui secret scroll.

There are various tattered folk handwritten books from the Qing Dynasty.

It's an old thing, but it's not worth the money.

Logically speaking, this book should have been quite valuable back then. Unfortunately, nowadays, such rubbish-looking private books are sold by the pound.

It is not the same concept as a collection worth one or two gold for a page of Song Dynasty edition.

Moreover, between Kangxi and Jiaqing, due to changes in papermaking technology, the paper of some old books from a specific period became so acidified that it would fall off when touched.

Gu Weijing felt that the ancients' evaluation of the soles of feet could never escape the appreciator's control of the admired, or... the rulers controlled, destroyed, and abused their subordinates, and the powerful controlled the dominated.

In fact, there were many beautiful early Western ballet dancers.

It wasn't until later that Kou Kou had a chat and heard Gu Weijing's point of view.

It’s the same as learning to appreciate calligraphy and painting works of art.

There should probably be serious scientific examination textbooks such as "The Original Meaning of Zhu Xi" and "The Encyclopedia of Nature and Philosophy".

Now that I think about it, it must be a "pornographic" book kept privately by the old Gu family.

I couldn't sell three melons and two dates, so I kept them as a thought, and could barely turn over them.

Fortunately.

That night, all the old books in their house were locked up again, and Gu Tongxiang put a copy of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" in his hand to read.

Mr. Gu has always ignored Gu Weijing's behavior of reading old books. He feels that he is naturally talented and reading old books will increase his knowledge.

When Gu Weijing was a child, he didn't know much about these things. The above is profound, the paintings are interesting, and it is different from other books.

The angry look showed that this was not a question.

Gu Weijing remembered that during his childhood, he spent many summer vacation weekends with a pile of tattered books that he could only half understand. He could no longer recall many of the contents. There seemed to be "Tao An's Dream Memories" in it. , several broken volumes of "Sou Shen Ji" and "Journey to the West".

Thinking it was some kind of martial arts technique, he would often read it when he had nothing to do.

For curious children, it is more like a secret vault with endless treasures for exploration.

They often appeared in history as a pastime for nobles or as a female slave kept in manor by Tsarist Russian lords.

There are actually distinctions between Yi, Shen, Miao and Neng, and it also comes with practical teaching guides on techniques such as the three shadows of the fragrant lotus, the nine views of the jade feet, the eighteen methods of appreciating the lotus, and the thirty-six postures of appreciating the lotus.

Isn’t it better than reading a martial arts novel?
Until one day, Gu Tongxiang was walking past Gu Weijing's room with a purple clay teapot on his head that was not yet bald at that time. He heard the sound of his grandson sinking in his dantian, reading With the solemn posture of all the disciples, he chanted and read aloud, "Official, I have such a little foot, don't make fun of me!"

After all, they were replaced by something from the Siheyuan. These old sandalwoods were specialized in preserving paper, and they remained incorruptible for two hundred years.

I know the past of three-inch golden lotus and foot binding.

That is the persistence and patience unique to children.

The old man couldn't pour it out in one breath and almost choked to death.

Although Gu Weijing was born in Yangon, his ancient Chinese reading ability, which even Professor Lin Tao looked at highly when he was in class, probably originated from this.

Happy to see it come to fruition.

Footbinding took all the blame.

Gu Weijing was surprised now that he, at such a young age, could actually read and experience the ancient romance and legend of Jiu Qu Nao Ya.

Oh shit.

Grow up a bit.

His childhood interests were based on those messy yellowed pages, and they grew like crazy. He told stories and acted in the ruined mountains and rivers of the late Ming Dynasty, fought cocks and raised birds, put out lanterns to welcome gods, and kept company with wild foxes under the trees and monsters and ghosts on the way to seek scriptures. .

Girls' feet are divided into three noble, five styles and nine grades.

Bullshit weird book.

I raised my feet seriously and showed him that after the 1980s and 1990s, with the improvement of sports science, top dancers and deformed feet are no longer directly equated.

He even had a prejudice against ballet because of this, and was unable to appreciate the so-called elegance and elegance of ballet, whether he was an actor or an actress.

Old Man Gu puffed out two jets of Longjing water from his nostrils.

He remembered that there was a strange book called "Xianlian Pinzao" wrapped in silk and satin.

But Gu Weijing was naturally not interested in watching.

From then on for a long time, Gu Weijing hated the aesthetics of his feet.

They must wear pointe gloves when practicing dance, and according to national regulations, truly professional dance teachers and international performances will absolutely prevent children from doing pointe movements before they are ten years old.

His career in ancient literature research ended when his grandfather passed by the door.

It’s exactly like Oscar Wilde’s classic prophecy – everything in the world is related to sex. Except for sex itself, which is only about power.

"Hey, what are you talking about? Student Gu, open your eyes and look carefully. Sister, don't my feet look beautiful?"

If Gu Weijing dared to shake his head, Kou Kou would step on his face with her leg.

He didn't have any reason to shake his head.

Because all the boys in the class that day couldn't help but glance secretly at the straight toes stretched under the white silk stockings.

Since then, Gu Weijing has changed his concept of ballet.

Today, Gu Weijing felt that it was time to change his mind and apologize to his ancestors.

The light pink skin spread from the calves under the skirt to Katsuko's round toes, and even every small and cute fingernail was dyed a light rose color.

There is a little bit of light dust that cannot be wiped off easily with a wet wipe.

A piece of jade is flawed by millet, an inch of pearl is stained by dust, but it is a precious treasure in the world.

Things have to be viewed dialectically, right?

Of course, foot binding is a bad habit that involves ten thousand feet being stepped on.

But the girl’s soles are indeed gorgeous and dazzling works of art.

This is not a work of art, what is?

He vaguely remembered that the book "Xianlian Pinzao" seemed to have written that the most beautiful feet should be of medium slenderness, trimmed short and well proportioned, and should be like the red sun approaching the mountains, like the west holding the heart, with a natural smile. Another example is the trembling song "Neon Shang".

It is a treasure that is indispensable and cannot have two.

Gu Weijing never knew what this meant. He originally thought it was a fabrication made by some old perverts.

He suddenly understood now.

The soles of Ms. Sakai's feet were hot. The soles of the feet were originally the end of the blood vessels farthest from the heart, but she didn't know that it was due to the high-speed blood flow caused by exercise, or maybe it was just nervousness.

It was like there was a little rose-colored flame mixed under the skin of her toes.

Gu Weijing's fingers were also hot.

Every time his fingers touched the dust on Katsuko's feet through the wet wipes, Miss Sakai's arches trembled, and her toes curled up and stretched quickly, as if they were the strings being plucked in the resonance box behind the piano. .

Gu Weijing had to pull out the memory in his mind from the nosebleed "Xianlian Pinzao" to meditate on "Journey to the West".

He tried hard to recall the heroic appearance of his elder brother Monkey who beat the female monster, and then he stopped the speed in his chest.

"Asian Art said that they will probably contact us for a final proofreading soon."

"Uh-huh."

"The copyright transfer agreement refers to the communication address, and I have already signed it for the two of us."

"Uh-huh."

"In terms of offprint (preprints and offprints), the journal society does not provide independent offprints of our papers. This is their practice. If necessary, the magazine will charge extra." Famous journals are quite dark.

Black-and-white photos, color photos, and various preprinted volumes often cost extra if the author himself wants them.

There are many ways to generate income.

For many professional scholars, it is a relatively large expense.

Usually you just need to save the PDF version of the article, and there are no additional paid items.

But Mrs. Sakai doesn't like it at all.

Shengzi said softly, "My mother wants to print 1000 copies, put them at home, and send one to all the seven aunts and eight aunts every now and then to show off. I think she is a bit too outrageous. The editor of other journals said that there has never been such a precedent. , only 250 copies can be printed at most..."

"Uh-huh."

Gu Weijing continued to hum, not sure if he heard what Shengzi was saying.

In the past, he was still very concerned about the publication of their precious papers, but today, the situation was a bit special, and all his attention was on controlling himself to be a gentleman.

I really don't care about him.

Seeing Gu Weijing's appearance, Sakai Katsuko was not as nervous as he was at the beginning.

She raised her lowered head, tilted her head to look at her boyfriend, and blinked.

"We want to be together forever."

"Uh-huh."

"Don't lick your pen when you're drawing."

"Uh-huh."

"Listen to me from now on."

"Hmm, eh?"

Gu Weijing, who was trying hard to knock off the bones in his mind, suddenly realized that the topic seemed to have gone astray.

He looked up.

Shengzi was also tilting her head and staring at him, her hair hanging on the side of her face.

A gentle and charming look.

"Ah."

Gu Weijing smiled and nodded.

Pfft... Sakai Katsuko also smiled sweetly, and her silky smile flowed throughout their bodies like the bright moon that had just risen above their heads.

The two people opened their arms and hugged each other again.

"Oh--"

Mrs. Sakai, who was lying on the fence of the tennis court and stretching her neck to look at the scene, smiled like an aunt.

She suddenly felt that she had nothing to teach her daughter.

green,

That is the ultimate beauty.

The blond aunt looked at this scene. She felt that Chen Shenglin was right. No one should disturb the scene in front of her, and no one was more important to the man and woman in front of her than each other.

"I'll wait for you in the car. Remember to have dinner together tonight!"

Mrs. Sakai typed a text message to her daughter, and she stood up, randomly picked a path in the surrounding woods, and walked away.
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“FC Bayern forever number one…”

The off-key humming sound echoed in the teaching building, causing the night sensor lights in the corridor to light up one after another to the tune of the Bayern fans' support song "Southern Star".

The same sky, the same sky, the same time.

If "Memory" sung by Miss Kou Kou gives people the power of peace and tranquility, like a cold and beautiful female ghost that echoes.

Then Mr. Vettel muttered the Bayern war hymn excitedly in the deserted corridor.

Like a strong man's cry in the middle of the night, it's enough to scare away ghosts.

The sketch teacher had no consciousness of the magic sound, and was humming happily while picking the office keys in his pocket.

Legend has it that German men are only interested in two kinds of noise, the shouts on the football field and the roar of machinery.

As three generations of legendary German world champions, Schumacher, SEB and Rosberg, retired one after another, Professor Vettel gradually lost interest in F1 and only retained his die-hard loyalty to Bayern.

He had a class today and was going to go home.

Then I thought about it.

Mr. Wattle had a whole day of classes from morning to night today. The crucial match between Bayern and Wolfsburg in the closing stages of the Bundesliga is about to begin.

He didn't like to see the mobile sports media writing the results of the game on the news headlines on the way home.

Then you lose the fun of watching football.

"A true fan will almost never miss any home team game." Vettel said to himself in his heart.

and so.

He hesitated for a few seconds, then wandered around in a circle, wandering back to the office from the advanced class class, preparing to hide for a while, drink beer on the office TV, and watch a game.

Then go home again.

"Go, go, go."

Vettel opened the door to his office and turned on the TV to connect to the Sky Sports live broadcast room.

I happily took out a can of beer from the small refrigerator next to me, because in the past few days, students would come to the studio to draw every afternoon.

Wattle also put a few cans of juice in the refrigerator.

but,

It seemed that the other party was very polite and did not take it.

"Why are you so polite? You drink the juice in my studio, and I prostitute your paintings... It's a fair deal!" Wattle said shamelessly.

Huh?
The sketch teacher discovered.

There was a sticky note taped to the closed door of the studio suite.

He walked over and took a look.

【Professor Wattle:】

[I'm sorry to trouble you for your careful guidance during this period. I feel that I have improved a lot. The watercolor painting board I ordered will be home next week, so I won't disturb you every day. Thank you very much. 】

[I put the spare key of the office in the pen holder in the workroom. I wish you all the best. 】

【Your student, Gu Weijing. 】

"Trouble, it's not a bother! It's nice to come here and draw."

The sketch teacher licked his lips and realized that the act of drawing a picture every day was unsustainable. His first reaction was even a little disappointed.

Professor Wattel didn't want to collect these paintings, but...

This is the collecting habit that all teachers cannot escape!
When you see such a neat, dry and delicate work, it is as if the teacher, when judging the paper, saw a full-scoring Chinese language test paper without any corrections, and the words were written like Pang Zhonghua's copybook. of.

How many teachers can refuse to keep this examination paper and show it off to future generations?
Especially the progress visible to the naked eye between each painting made Vatter feel filled with an incomparable sense of accomplishment. Although he knew that this might not be to a great extent, it was all due to his own teachings.

Below the note, there is an additional line of comments.

[Ps The work that is drying on the workbench is a gift from me. You can do it however you want. I hope you like it. I also hope you can successfully chase your dreams. 】

[Perhaps this picture can help. I wish you all the best of luck. 】

(End of this chapter)