Almighty painter

Chapter 526 Thousands of miles away, two flowers and two people (Part )
Chuoyue's new makeup and jade are shining, and Su'e's thousands of troops are surrounded by snow. I know that Gushe is a true fairy, and God sends her to wear colorful clothes to try out her feathered robes.

——"Magnolia" by Wen Huiming of Ming Dynasty
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"Every flower in the world has different cultural connotations given by people. Their flower language is often a kind of spiritual substantive sustenance, but it can only be conveyed through very abstract feelings. Once it is lost, The language and words of the essence will become empty and pale in an instant, as if the flowers were picked off the branches and withered into ashes, leaving only a few ethereal spirits hovering above them.

A plain white hand took the flowers from the hand of the old man who was dressed like Popeye in a black jacket and green knickerbockers.

The woman's skin is like tender snow.

It showed a transparent jade color like gelatin in the sun, making it difficult to tell where it was covered by the transparent silk gloves extending to the forearm and where it was her original skin.

"Danke (thank you)!"

The woman nodded towards the volunteers at the town carnival and handed the small flower in her hand to the man who was pushing her behind her.

"Perhaps this is what Wittgenstein mentioned in his 1936 lecture on aesthetics - the ultimate state of art is to say something and say nothing."

"Uh...I heard that you are related to the legendary Wittgenstein, Miss Elena, is that true?" The man casually inserted the flower branch in his hand on the back of the wheelchair and asked aloud.

"It depends on how you define relatives? As long as we go back far enough, people and paramecium are also relatives."

The twenty-third day of the third month of the lunar calendar is the beginning of summer.

As of this year, it is already the sixty-third session.

The uncle in the soft-shell suit behind him pushed Anna's wheelchair onto the sidewalk and asked.

Although edelweiss is the national flower of Austria, farmers in central Europe seem to have more affection for the naturally growing daffodils that can be seen everywhere.

Like a grand flower country.

The flowering order should be narcissus first, then magnolia.

However, because Austria is much higher in latitude than Southeast Asia, it has a temperate broad-leaved forest climate and a tropical monsoon climate.

"I heard this from Mr. Ole Kruger at the launching ceremony of the "Oil Painting" New Era Project. He said that you and the wealthy Wittgenstein were relatives and close friends in my great-grandfather's generation. Anna, your aunt, is not His godmother? He must be right."

"I guessed it. Wittgenstein's relatives and the unpopular Spanish prince have been his two main weapons for tricking girls in school into sleeping with him since he was fourteen. So next time you hear my cousin Ole bragging about this, you can ask him in person which wealthy Wittgenstein he is talking about."

The sun is shining brightly in the sky.

The snow in the Alps has melted, and green grass has spread across the fields.

The warm Atlantic wind also began to pass over the mountains of Austria.

Since 1960, the Austrian government has also held a grand daffodil festival with colorful flowers as the theme every year.

Anna stretched out her hand and motioned for him to stop the wheelchair temporarily.

"What do you mean? Fake."

When the last magnolia flower fell in front of Shengzi and Gu Weijing at the Good Luck Orphanage in Yangon.

"It's not false, but in terms of blood marriage, we may be closer to the Sein Wittgenstein family in Germany, rather than the Ludwig Wittgenstein family in Austria as you think."

the woman said.

It’s the time when the first daffodils begin to bloom.

According to the traditional Eastern floral calendar, narcissus is the flower god of the first month, and magnolia is the flower god of February.

Every year in early May on the Gregorian calendar, daffodils bloom in the mountains one after another, like a silver carpet gradually spreading from the plains to the snow line of the mountains, covering the entire jungle pasture.

Anna raised the camera in her hand and looked at the girl on the parade float next to her, wearing a green dress and a pink hat, dressing herself up like a big peony.

Every year, judges from local community associations select the ten most decorated and popular candidates from among the beautiful girls participating in the parade.

Then local and international tourists who come here jointly select a Narcissus Queen and two Narcissus Princesses.

this year.

The organizers of the garden festival borrowed inspiration from the Burning Man Carnival in the United States.

Each visitor to the garden party has a daffodil, and all you have to do is drop your daffodils into the basket next to your favorite float.

In the end, the one who received the most votes was this year’s Narcissus Queen.

Wait for the moment when the girl from Shaoyao turns around and smiles.

Anna pressed the shutter.

click!
The aluminum curtain shutter of the old Leica rangefinder film camera made a clear and crisp sound.

The photographer's bible "New York Photography Magazine" highly praises this very "German" shutter sound, describing it as having a neat feel like "pulling the trigger of a sophisticated Ruger pistol."

The uncle pushing the wheelchair behind him waited quietly for Miss Elena to press the shutter button, and then he said in confusion: "Sorry, is there any difference between the two?"

"Ludwig was a philosopher, and the former, Sein Wittgenstein, was the Prince of Germany and the third-ranked ace pilot in the German army. He massacred nearly a hundred Allied pilots. There are rumors that there was a plan at the end of the war. He assassinated Adolf, but there is no actual evidence. I personally doubt that this was a cover-up by his mother after the war. In short, it was probably not a very glorious thing. "

Anna said calmly with her usual calm and cold humor.

"Ludwig's great-grandfather was named Wittgenstein because he was the steward of Prince Wittgenstein's family during the Napoleonic Wars. His father once claimed to be Prince Wittgenstein. The illegitimate son of the family, but later became the owner of Austria's number one steel monopoly trust, but later rejected this view. "

"So, the war executioner is really a distant relative. As for whether the famous philosopher can reach high, Uncle Osborne, this matter is doubtful. At that time, the old-school German and Austrian landed military aristocrats and those businessmen made a fortune The relationship between the wealthy people is very tense, and they think that they have defrauded the king's favor. At least, it is not reliable to become close secret friends. "

"When you live in London, do you feel proud when you see someone in a bar bragging about being related to Mosley?"

(Note: British Royal Pilot, dignitary, founder of the Black Shirts, Adolf's secret friend, and the most hateful British man in the 20th century selected by the BBC.)
"Cough cough."

The vice president of the publishing house, who had just taken a long-distance flight from the European headquarters of Scholastic Group to Glitz to meet Anna, wanted to make a casual joke.

Who knew that flattering someone would directly hit the horse's feet?

Uncle Osborne clearly felt embarrassed and cleared his throat forcefully. "Feel sorry."

"No, no need to be sorry. Far, far away relatives."

"I have always felt that climbing up all kinds of complicated kinship relationships and tracing the 'proud and pure' aristocratic bloodline is just a bunch of people who have withdrawn from the stage of history and are unwilling to face it. The old family tree is yellow, and the dream is numbed by alcoholism. There is no difference between whether he is related to Wittgenstein or to Paramecium. "

As expected of Miss Critic.

This girl with a cool and moist temperament is like cold jade soaked in ice water, and her face is so quiet that there is no unnecessary expression.

But the sharpness of the venomous tongue is really not something ordinary people can endure.

If Mr. Wittgenstein, the melancholic and sensitive philosophical prince who is known as the most perfect dream lover of young literary girls in Europe, knew that in Anna's mouth he was being compared to a paramecium.

You'll probably cry out loud.

"The essence is subculture COSPLAY, as long as you are willing to deconstruct it enough. You will find that my cousin spends all day in the bar cosplaying the unpopular prince, cosplaying the relative of the philosopher, and the old man who just dressed himself as Popeye. There is no difference in the core, not even as good as that old man.”

There was a hint of mockery in Anna's tone.

"At least, I think that old man is cute and funny. He probably really likes Popeye. But my cousin doesn't love Wittgenstein at all."

"I have the impression that when he was a child, he never turned a page of Wittgenstein's book. What he loved was just to make himself look noble or smart, so that like a monkey in heat, he would go up one after another. The sexy girl I met in the bar.”

"But, having said that, in terms of absolute numbers, the fragile and sensitive estrus monkeys in history must be closer to the true face of aristocratic culture than the noble and pure knights described by the bards. You can't expect a person from birth to death. , People who hunt, play with women, drink and gamble in their own manor have such a strong heart."

"He is far inferior to his father. Oler only inherited Mr. Kruger's greed, but not his moderation and courage. Mr. Kruger is a real businessman, and my cousin is not even a successful playboy ”

"You know, if one day he no longer has shares, luxury cars, helicopters and inheritance rights. Let alone proposing to me, he may not even have the courage to step into a bar again and sleep with a woman. Sometimes I, Really sad for him."

There was actually a moment of substantial sadness in her eyes.

"A strong mind and a noble heart are more lasting and lasting than worldly wealth and success. This sentence, our aunt has repeatedly warned us since we were very young, it is our most important life enlightenment class."

"When people mention Wittgenstein today, the first thing they think of is the eternal giant in the history of European thought. They even think of his younger brother, who lost his right hand in the war but still set off a frenzy in the Golden Hall of Vienna. The one-armed pianist Paul Wittgenstein, rather than the billions his family once had."

"The Wittgenstein family's steel business empire has been reduced to dust in the eternal turmoil of war, but a hundred years later, their ideas are still as bright as new, as shiny as if they were written just yesterday. After so many years, Oller, He is still the 6-year-old kid who chopped wood after finding a beautiful cavalry saber in the manor and showed it off to the world. He has never grown up. "

Snap, snap, snap...

Uncle Osborne couldn't help but applaud.

He just took out his wallet and bought a large egg bucket of ice cream for half a euro from a nearby vendor selling Coke and hot dogs.

He raised the egg roll in his hand towards Miss Elena.

Seeing the other person shaking his head, he took a big lick himself.

After moaning with satisfaction.

President Osborne then said vaguely: "Little Anna, are you interested in telling this story in another situation?"

"Referring to this year's Scholastic Group's Writing and Art Awards?"

Miss Elena didn't seem to be surprised why Osborne flew to CEIBS in such a big way and wanted to meet her in person to discuss the matter: "You came here just to invite me to be the guest of honor?"

"uh-huh!"

Osborne nodded vigorously, "My dear little Anna, for the sake of my previous publishing house, I'm so supportive of you, so I'll take care of Uncle Osborne! Did the board of directors personally give me the order?"

"Do they know it was me who recommended the detective cat?"

Ana raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Oh, no, that's not the case. Your Uncle Osborne is still very reliable in this regard, but he knows that your aunt and I had a good relationship before her death. After all, it was your Irina family that gave me the position in the publishing house. Introduced! You are so famous and popular now, who else would the board of directors invite you to?"

"Five billion dollars in exchange for the popularity, so arrogant, how much does it cost for LADYGAGA to open a concert?"

Uncle Osborne glanced at Anna and groaned.

Miss Elena knew that Uncle Osborne was a bit dissatisfied with her and donated the equivalent of half of the Scholastic Group's market value.

In fact, it wasn't just Osborne who was her aunt's friend during her lifetime.

Some of the art collection has been passed down in the family vault for almost 500 years, only five or six years after Anna became the owner of the manor.

It's gone.

Including the manor's housekeeper, her personal Miss Elliot.

Regarding this matter, even if everyone doesn’t say it with their mouths, they will inevitably have some opinions in their hearts.

A strong mind and a noble heart are more lasting and lasting than worldly wealth and success.

Anyone can say this.

But why is Cousin Ole the only one who can't do it?

She didn't respond, but said tactfully: "My style may not be suitable for an awards show. I have only attended two such public occasions in total, and things went wrong both times."

"For Europeans, the words may be a bit too sharp, but Americans are different. Old Americans like this very much."

Osborne raised his eyebrows at Miss Elena.

"Anna, do you want to know in advance who this year's writing and art awards will be awarded to?"

(End of this chapter)