Almighty painter

Chapter 529 Flowery intention
In the distance, the bustling international tourists suddenly burst into cheers.

Osborne turned to look.

Then he saw a huge float pulled by eight horses, coming from a distance along the gravel road in the center of the town alley.

Every horse that pulls the cart has white fur.

Cardboard and goose quills were also used to decorate the horse's back in the shape of flying wings.

It looks like a mythical Pegasus carrying a Valkyrie.

The only difference is.

Osborne imagined the appearance of the Valkyrie to be accompanied by a majestic religious orchestral symphony by composer Richard Wagner, rather than the rock music of "Bohemian Rhapsody".

He listened for a moment.

It sounded like it was Lambert's version, the runner-up on the eighth season of American Idol who had been the co-lead singer of Queen for a while.

"Oh, it's not as good as Country Roads. Country roads take me home...it's so exciting."

Osborne hummed a couple of his beloved ballads.

pity.

Miss Elena didn't seem to be very interested in his proposal. This made Osborne lose interest in showing off his singing voice.

He also discovered where the cheers from the tourists came from.

Just like a high school dance or a country music festival, the girl with the biggest name and the hottest show is usually the last one to show up.

The girl on this parade float is obviously a strong contender to be the final Narcissus Queen of this year's Daffodil Festival.

Nine-headed body, long legs.

Wearing a sexy and bold navel-baring outfit, she was constantly making various interactive gestures to greet the tourists around her.

Judging by her figure, she may have been a professional model, and this float must also have experienced professional stage design.

It is indeed much more eye-catching than the small workshop-style parade floats that were improvised by local college students and resident groups to join in the fun.

Look at the girl on the float blowing a little kiss here.

Osborne couldn't help but whistled softly.

He had been curious.

Miss Elena was actually interested in such a lively festival, after learning more about it in detail.

Anna is neither a tourist nor a beauty pageant.

She is the judge.

Anna owns about 2650 acres of mountain forestry and a small pumpkin farm near the town where the annual Daffodil Festival is held.

Because they are all natural forest farms, the economic benefits are not much.

But the history is long, and their family has owned these lands for more than two hundred years.

Anna is a member of the residents' association here.

My aunt believes that having more close contact with the residents of small towns near the land will be beneficial to the management of the property under her name.

So from then on, I often participated in various local activities.

Miss Irina kept up the tradition left by her aunt.

Even the horses pulling the large floats were borrowed from their family's manor, and the driver was also the manor's forestry guard.

Osborne felt a little sorry.

Speaking of having fun with the "people", if Anna ran to sit on that float.

There is absolutely no need to wear navel-baring clothes, and you can still experience the feeling of throwing a fruitful car.

No.

Even now.

Anna was simply sitting at a secluded stall selling ice cream on the side of the road, and it was obvious that it was difficult to avoid everyone's brave heart to charge like a moth to a flame.

There are always people trying to sneak over.

It’s free to give it a try. If you get a mobile phone number, wouldn’t it be a wonderful life?

A handsome Latino boy with "I am Italian or Spanish" written on his face, holding up the daffodils in his hand, trotted over with the fearlessness and courage of Don Quixote rushing towards a windmill.

Unfortunately.

The brave little handsome boy Don Quixote was pinned down before he could successfully touch the skirt of the windmill.

There is absolutely no need for Osborne to do anything.

Ten meters away from the two of them, a fat passerby who was playing with her mobile phone suddenly put down her mobile phone. As nimble as an NBA defender, she opened her arms and blocked the opponent.

The handsome Latin boy has a pink little heart on his head.

Running towards the stunning girl, he threw himself into the arms of the fat aunt.

"Want to give me flowers?"

Looking at the fat aunt's kind smile, the handsome boy fell into a mess in the wind.

Osborne almost laughed out loud when he saw this scene.

He knew that it should be a member of the security team hiding in the crowd around Miss Anna.

Anna once told her housekeeper that she didn't want to live in a bubble of bulletproof shields forever.

But in fact, she can change this kind of thing just because she doesn't want to.

It's a kind of happy trouble.

The princess in the fairy tale book can be invincible only if she lives in the pink bubble of the fairy tale.

And Anna, a real princess.

From the moment she was born, she lived in a huge bubble of wealth. It was just a difference between a tangible bubble and an invisible bubble.

When just one bullet can cause the loss of property inheritance rights starting in the tens of digits.

for certain groups of people.

The benefits of assassinating her may not be lower than those of assassinating Kennedy.

Whether there are more people in the world who want to pursue Anna or more people who want to kidnap Anna is really a very difficult question to figure out.

Anna is not a bald little Kalami like Gu Weijing who has to worry about living and is always ready to make the whole family happy.

The moment she received the threatening letter.

Even if there is no substantial evidence, it shows that there is a substantial conspiracy against her.

The entire huge security team surrounding her has already begun to operate.

The bodyguard team of the super rich is not what many people imagine or what they see in American TV series.

All of them are members of the black super SWAT team wearing black suits, large sunglasses that cover half of their faces, and "I am a killing machine" plastered on their foreheads.

There is no denying that there are a large number of practitioners in the bodyguard industry who dress like this, because this kind of dressing can have a good deterrent effect in most cases. but.

If necessary, professional customized services are also available.

In fact, in the security industry as a whole, contrary to public stereotypes, tattooed burly men are actually portraits of workers at the bottom of the industry.

If you randomly pick any of the European and American army soldiers, there is a high probability that they will be of this tall and strong type.

Tens of thousands of them are retired every year.

In the industry, female bodyguards have always been much more expensive than male bodyguards, and bodyguards who can work in plainclothes charge much more than those in black suits.

Because it is more convenient for women to do many things, the working population base is small.

Plainclothes people invest more time and energy.

Of course, a poor guy like Gu Weijing would definitely not be able to afford this method of play.

Even the "one-in-a-million" rich like Sakai Katsuko will feel that it is beyond their ability to bear.

It was just the security personnel that had been strengthened during this period after Anna received the threatening letter.

This costs about $1 million more each month.

"I hope you can think about it more. If you don't go, then like I said, only God knows the final result."

"Beauty is the first element of God, connected with truth and connected with goodness. Everything we love reveals who we are."

Anna spoke calmly and recited Aquinas' classic aphorism.

Thomas Aquinas was the most important philosopher and aesthetician in the history of Christendom.

Austria is a traditional Catholic country, although its social views on abortion, contraception, and premarital intimacy are not as traditional as those of traditional Puritan countries like the United States.

But compared to the super openness of Northern and Eastern Europe.

Throughout Europe, Central European countries like Austria are still very culturally conservative.

As a family that has produced one cardinal and two archbishops in history, the Elena family is a long-established Catholic family.

Even among the heads of the Elena family in the past, Miss Anna is actually not a very pious one.

But whether it was the family environment or the girls' school with a church background that I attended when I was a child.

Aquinas's "Summa Theologiae" is still one of the books she must read since she was a child.

"Please, please bring the flower in that gentleman's hand."

She suddenly lowered her head and said something.

Osborne was stunned for a moment and was about to move.

The aunt who was performing the interception mission said something to the little brother in front of her who was still arguing unwillingly, took out the daffodils from his hand, came over, and put them on the table next to Anna.

It turned out that these words were not meant for him.

The Latin boy is pleasantly surprised that he has been favored by the goddess of luck.

I just wanted to follow him in a stroll.

Unthinkable.

Was stopped again.

In Miss Elena's order, she only wanted flowers, but not him.

Anna took off the glove on one hand and pinched the small white-gold flower that bloomed in late spring.

"Uncle Osborne, do you know the origin of the Daffodil Festival?"

She twirled the stems between her fingers.

"It should be a pretty and romantic story, right?" Osborne looked at the laughing crowd around him and put the daffodil in his wheelchair under his nose and sniffed it.

He said with a longing look on his face.

"Legend has it that in order to help his brother Pluto, Zeus got Persephone, the beautiful daughter of Ceres. So he created the purest and most fragrant flower in the world as a bait. Persephone was attracted by it when it opened. She was so shocked by the beauty that she unknowingly became alone among her companions. The moment she picked off the narcissus branches alone, a gap opened in the middle of the earth, and in an instant, she was separated from the spring light by Pluto. The bright earth is brought into the world of the dead.”

"Another legend is that the handsome young man Narcissus fell into the river and drowned in order to touch his own shadow by the river. The gods turned his soul into the first narcissus that bloomed by the river. "

She said leisurely.

Osborne was dumbfounded.

what?
How charming and romantic is this legend? Although ancient Greek myths and legends are usually more flavorful. But the stallion Zeus helped his brother to catch a girl from Hades, but the handsome brother fell into the lake and drowned.

This kind of story sounds sinister and sinister.

At least it has nothing to do with words like beautiful or romantic, even if you think about it.

"The flower language of narcissus is loneliness and purity. It is not very 'lively' in the first place. Folklorists believe that, unlike many flowers, the narcissus and narcissus contained in its bulbs and flower juice are both It is a highly toxic substance. Narcissus is a poisonous flower. In history, some people must have died after being attracted to it, especially young boys and girls who were not yet adults. It’s about Hades.”

Uncle Osborne, who was holding the daffodils and sniffing them, turned green after hearing Anna's words.

He immediately put the narcissus in his hand back on the chair.

"Daffodil Festival is supposed to be a festival with a touch of sadness and sadness."

Anna's eyes fell on the half-naked chest of the dancer on the float, the Nike advertisement on the background wall of the float behind her, and the soda cart pushed by the vendor.

“You know, what was I just looking for with my camera?”

"I wanted to look for that kind of light, quiet, sincere and self-expression on people's faces. But I didn't find it. I only saw people talking about girls, parties, and talking about Twitter selfies, live broadcasts, and Internet celebrities. Check in... I saw the same side of it as any North American carnival, but I didn’t see the side of Daffodil Festival.”

Miss Elena, stretched the camera film in her hand.

If the film in your hand is exposed to bright sunlight, the silver halide grains on it will decompose and turn black and dim.

"The Coca-Cola agent in the Austrian region discussed with the residents' committee this year and provided a sponsorship of $300,000, just for the purpose of ensuring that all the sodas that appear in the Daffodil Festival parade park this year are products of the Coca-Cola Company."

"I don't have a problem with commercialization, and I don't mean to offend the lady on the float. It's not against her. The American spirit may have made the most powerful country in the world, but...according to you, Hollywood-style gameplay is also In making one unique culture after another homogeneous and entertainment-oriented, just like I once heard someone say-"

“Becoming a cultural whore for sale.”

In an instant, Anna became a sharp critic again.

"So, I'm thinking that this seems to be a sign that the disputes and competing interests on the jury this year may be a good thing. It has nothing to do with money or traffic,"

"Whether you call it God or art, everyone is fighting for it. After all the mechanisms are exhausted, you have to allow a little room for aesthetic expression, right?"

Anna smiled.

"I have confidence in Detective Cat on this matter."

"Like you said, Uncle Osborne, let God decide."

"Commercialization is necessary, but Coca-Cola also destroys the noble feeling of solemnity and melancholy. Not all shows are talent shows."

"Not all flowers are rich poppies. Sometimes, if you want to restore a beautiful spirit, you must not only learn to add, but also learn to subtract."

She turned to the person next to her.

With your fingers clasped lightly, the petals fell down.

(End of this chapter)