Almighty painter

Chapter 536 Exhibition Paintings

Gu Weijing was stunned for a moment.

Do not you know why.

Maybe you should put a layer of plastic gloves on the inside of the suit.

Maybe it’s because I didn’t want to buy real silk gloves, so I bought Tiansi silk instead.

Tiansi silk is an industrial chemical fiber product produced by the modern textile industry that is blended with raw materials such as wood pulp and cotton.

Merchants call it "Tiansi" just to make it sound nice, which is completely different from the magic weapon worn by Xiao Longnu, which is invulnerable to water and fire and can take the blade with bare hands.

The weave is not dense enough and the fibers are a bit thick.

Gu Weijing found that after finishing the painting, his fingers were still slightly stained with smeared paint.

Katsuko Sakai wore a pleated drape skirt today.

The lower body has plump wavy curves surrounding the body.

It's still the red color she likes to wear.

There are small dark laces on the chest of the upper body for brightening and clothing embellishment.

Gu Weijing's unpromising first reaction was not the heat and warmth on the girl's chest, but that this skirt should be quite expensive.

It won't be good if it gets stained with paint.

He subconsciously wanted to shrink his hand, but was held down by Miss Sakai.

Shengzi stared at him unblinkingly with her black and slightly blue eyes.

Looking at those lilac eyes, Gu Weijing struggled twice and suddenly stopped moving.

"Looking at everything around us."

Shengzi pressed his hand on her chest with one hand, hugged him with the other, placed it on Gu Weijing's waist, and said softly.

Gu Weijing's reaction was a little slow and clumsy.

He felt like he was enveloped in warm warmth, as if he was sinking into a sea of ​​strawberry-flavored marshmallows, and as if he was floating in pink clouds.

He probably understood why Awang rushed over every once in a while, wanting to stop Sister Sakai for a hug.

Gu Weijing did not take time to enjoy the surrounding scenery.

He felt that his heart was going to stop beating at this moment.

"Let's take a walk."

Seeing the dumb look on my boyfriend's face.

Sakai Katsuko actually pulled Gu Weijing and walked around the small flower garden in the yard.

Gu Weijing was wrapped, pulled, and supported by Miss Sakai's warm body.

He felt like a little duck being embraced by the mother duck's open warm wings, swaying and learning how to walk all over again.

It seems that Miss Sakai's arms are very big.

And his body was like a piece of duck down in the spring breeze, able to be held up by her.

Gu Weijing suddenly felt a slight shock.

Park, Park, Park.

That's the girl's heartbeat.

It’s not the crazy thumping that’s about to break your ribs after running three thousand meters.

It's not like the heart rate electrical signal monitor in the hospital. It's like a mechanized rhythm signal arranged like an undulating cliff with extremely obvious peaks and troughs.

It is a river, it is a sea of ​​sand.

It is the kind of bright moon that rises, placing your ears on the sand dunes that have been scorched by the sun all day long and are so warm that they are slightly hot.

Listening to the warm, even soft, huge sea of ​​sand beneath me, slowly moving in the night wind at a speed of a few centimeters per day, with quiet low-frequency vibrations following the direction of the wind.

Park, Park, Park.

He didn't know if that was really a girl's heartbeat.

Or maybe he was just a little nervous and his own heartbeat was beating.

But he felt that Miss Sakai's body was a warm little stove.

His whole being is firewood.

A touch of burning heat followed Miss Sakai's palm that was pressed on her chest, burning through the palm, spreading over the forearm, upper arm, shoulder...

It's like the strange poison in some martial arts novels that flows along the blood vessels in the arms towards the heart.

Finally reaches the heart.

Pu, Pu, Pu... boom!

Gu Weijing's whole body was ignited.

There is no burning firewood, no desire or confusion.

Gu Weijing's mind was very clear and peaceful.

Unprecedented clarity, unprecedented tranquility.

His whole body was not a crackling firecracker, but a candle that gradually melted under the burning temperature, dripping into the girl's chest drop by drop.

The heart in his chest felt a little stagnant and sluggish just now.

Suddenly, it seemed as if Miss Sakai's heartstrings were closed, and it began to beat vigorously again.

It seemed that what I felt in my palm was not Miss Sakai's heartbeat.

Instead, the old monk hit his chest hard with a heavy hammer, so his chest made a clear and loud sound like a bell as an echo.

this moment.

Gu Weijing feels that artists use their "heart" to experience the world. This sentence is really not an empty lie.

Under the heartbeat of Miss Sakai and the warmth of Miss Katsuko, Gu Weijing felt that the two people were connected as one.

It was obvious that his heart was beating like thunder.

Mingming Shengzi's heart was peaceful and stable.

But both people seemed to be beating with the same heartbeat. They were the chords of male and female voices, the two parts of a movement in which the high and low notes responded to each other.

this moment.

It was as if some invisible shackles had been broken, and the "shell" that enveloped him was broken as easily as cracking an egg.

The little duckling who is learning to walk feels like he is back in his mother duck's body.

Gu Weijing seemed to feel that he was connected to a huge receptor, which was more delicate and sentimental than ever before.

White fallen flowers, green fallen leaves, orange cat and little girl in blue skirt.

The sun is a weightless veil covering everything.

During the short period of time when he and Shengzi were painting, Awang seemed to have taken a nap, regained some energy, and started his great running business again.

Awang's escape plan is like Sisyphus pushing a rock. Always start all over again when you are closest to success.

It had already strolled to the corner of the bench with a smile on its face, and when it was arching up and preparing to jump up the tree, Jasmine grabbed one of its hind legs.

Awang let out a "meow" with great grief and anger, and was dragged back to play with him and start business again.

He could hear Jasmine's voice disciplining the cat, and he could hear Awang's beard trembling and his helpless and furious meowing.

Even today, when the Layada district is gradually being surrounded by newly opened manufacturing factories, when standing in the yard, you can vaguely hear the roar of sharp metal collisions like a wrench hitting a copper pipe when the steel factory in the distance starts working. Voice.

The world is so noisy.

The world is so peaceful.

Silence is a kind of strength.

It poured in like a torrent from the "gap" opened by Katsuko Sakai.

It can tame noise to the mind, and it can make the environment melt to your will, just like he made his own heart melt and drip into Miss Katsuko's chest.

It can turn the eternal flame in the chest into solid smoke as if wrapped in amber, and turn the arrogant and angry weakling into a peaceful and compassionate beast.

Gu Weijing believed that he was feeling everything that Sakai Katsuko felt at this moment.

Even that noisy little fat cat.

Gu Weijing originally thought that the cat was treating him more and more like a boss in the house. He was looking at him with a squinting look, wanting to see how much like a pig this guy could eat him.

just now.

It seems that holding it in your arms, humming a lullaby to it, getting a big basin, putting some hot water in it, scratching it, teasing it, and coaxing it to take a bath are all so amiable and lovely.

There is quite a sense of happiness in being a father and a mother.

Trivial and annoying noises can become silent, and dirty little wild cats can become soft and cute.

It's not about the world, it's just about your understanding.

Art is the spiritualism of the world.

Gu Weijing believes that when Li He wrote "The Milky Way drifts back to the stars at night, and the flowing clouds in Yinpu learn the sound of water" under the clear night sky, he must have heard the deafening roar of the stars in his ears. And when Wen Zhengming fell asleep in the summer and wrote in the corner of the newly painted scroll with a stroke of his pen, "Not a bird sings, my heart is still, I am worthy of the Emperor Xi", perhaps Xia Chan was among the leaves above his head. , called Zhenghuan.

Katsuko was a better listener than him.

I can hear the noise of the world, and I can also hear the silence of the world.

Just right.

Very strange.

No need to even open the panel.

Gu Weijing knew that at this moment, he knew that the pointer on his emotion meter should have passed the limit of feeling in his heart and was moving towards the level of hard work.

This is not his own painting state, but the palm pressed by Shengzi on her chest is like a wire connecting the soul.

He was just guided and briefly felt her joy and her tranquility.

Talent is really the first element in the art industry.

The state that he had to achieve with great difficulty, his girlfriend stood in the sun for a while and achieved it easily.

For the first time in his life, Gu Weijing realized that the depth of emotions is divided into many types.

Working hard does not necessarily have to be understood literally. It is the same as practicing the Seven Injury Fist, which involves one punch and seven injuries. Every stroke is a tear, and every painting is a cry of blood.

It does not need to be like a psychedelic fairy tale dream, traveling through the world of "The Little Prince".

There is no need for so much anger, so much hatred, so much pain to accumulate.

Just be quiet and stand alone for a while.

Your heartbeat, your breathing, and the pulse of the environment, when you connect to the infinitely extending huge body of the world, you can have the heaviness of a giant and the lightness of a bird with one stroke.

"You ask me, why don't you wait until your painting skills are more mature before you make up your mind to paint a work for submission to the exhibition?"

Sakai Katsuko said softly.

Vocational education is important.

She knew that her boyfriend, unlike her, was from a top-notch artistic family and had been nurtured by her parents since she was a child. He had his own set of ideas about life choices.

International art exhibitions may have been a very unfamiliar and distant concept to Gu Weijing.

Inexperience is normal.

"Gu Jun, then I want to ask you, have you ever thought about what kind of painting and what kind of technique are the best works that you are satisfied with and can be used in art exhibitions?"

Sakai Katsuko asked rhetorically.

"Of course it's the best work, the one that can win awards." Gu Weijing answered almost without thinking.

"No, that's not a valid answer, you're avoiding the answer."

Miss Sakai shook her head in a rare serious manner, directly expressing her dissatisfaction with Gu Weijing's answer.

"'I want to have the best chance to participate in the art exhibition, so I have to present the best work', 'I want to win an award at the art exhibition, so I have to enter the art exhibition with a work that can win the award'. So The answer is of course no problem, but it has no value. It is just a tautology of the question itself, which will not help your choice. The more you think about it, the more anxious and entangled you will be. "

Shengzi stopped and looked directly into Gu Weijing's eyes.

"You have to ask yourself, what kind of painting is the best work in your mind. Or, to be more direct, do you always feel that only the next painting will be your best work?"

Gu Weijing was stunned for a moment.

"What's wrong with that?"

"Of course."

"Gu Jun, you care too much about this art exhibition, which makes you less like yourself."

Sakai Katsuko let go of his hand and looked at Gu Weijing seriously.

It was as if he looked into his heart at a glance.

"I have always thought you are great. You are hard-working and calm. You can withstand a blow, pick up your mood and start again. I like you very much, because Gu, you are really a very pure person. . However, regarding the art exhibition, I can feel that as time approaches, you are becoming more and more nervous and entangled."

"Sorry, to be honest, I won't lie to you, Katsuko, I really want to win an award at the Singapore Biennale, so I think I should be more prepared."

Gu Weijing said a little ashamed.

"Don't apologize, you must understand. I am not blaming you at this moment. I can understand your feelings at this moment. You want to win, I want to win, and everyone who will come to the exhibition wants to No one is a true sage without desire. No famous painter wants to be famous, and no famous painter wants to win a bigger prize.”

"Even Mr. Cao Xuan, don't listen to what he said. The judges of the Venice Biennale are biased and the aesthetic level is not good. Winning the Silver Lion Award is enough for satisfaction... It's a lie. Not only Cao Xuan said this However, Hester also said it. I tell you secretly, they must be dissatisfied. Masters like them at the top of the industry must be rushing to win awards when they participate in the Venice Exhibition.”

Sakai Shengzi took Gu Weijing's hand.

"It's not the Silver Lion Award, it's not the Bronze Lion Award, it's not the Best Creative Award or the Best Environmental Choice Award... They must be rushing towards the biggest Golden Lion Award. As long as they don't get it, They will still be dissatisfied, regretful, and complain like angry housewives. The desire of a master worth 100 million US dollars to win is no different from your desire now. "

"Why are you apologizing? No one is superior to the other. What's so shameful about having the desire to win awards?"

Sakai Katsuko smiled.

"It's really embarrassing if you don't even think about winning a prize. That's good. But you have to understand that there is nothing wrong with it. Normally, the organizing committee will not give you anything just because you want to win a prize. If you award an award, it will only be given to you because you deserve it.”

"You have to draw a line for yourself."

(End of this chapter)