Almighty painter

Chapter 568: Love Day (Part )

Gu Weijing was recalling Koko's strange behavior in his mind.

He was sitting in the lobby of the B&B, holding his schoolbag, staring blankly at the "art painting" on the wall.

It's called a B&B, but don't get me wrong.

It is definitely not the kind of hotel you see when booking a room on Airbnb or Ctrip's official website, with photos of IKEA furniture, purple clay teapots, flower art vases, imitation Impressionist paintings in glass frames, and golden-painted walls covered with check-in greetings written in languages ​​from all over the world by backpackers from all over the world.

It is a local "B&B" in an urban village.

That is, most of the open space in the room is occupied by a double bed, the ground is exposed with cracked cement, and all the scenery outside the window is occupied by the outer wall of the building opposite the narrow back alley several dozen centimeters away, which is only wide enough for one person to pass through (if you are lucky and there is a window).

If you are worried about being allergic to mites or having itchy skin, it is best to put a dirt-isolating mat on your bed when you sleep.

The walls here are the only thing that Gu Weijing can use as artistic illustrations and blessings.

There were probably some graffiti of naked women and genital shapes left by some previous tenants to relieve their loneliness, as well as various advertisements and phone numbers on the walls for borrowing money, casino information, and "having fun".

Miss Koko's mother can treat shopping among the second-hand clothes as visiting Bangkok's outlet brand center.

Then.

Gu Weijing feels that it is a good way to give full play to artistic imagination and sense of humor.

It's okay to treat the stuff on the opposite wall as the subversive, cynical spray-painted graffiti that Banksy did on the walls of the underground block.

The good news is.

Staying in a place like this for a night only costs 3000 Myanmar Kyats.

Hourly room rate is halved.

For the price of a fried dough stick in a restaurant, what else can you ask for? They even provide you with a gas water heater, right?

With housing prices like this, wanting air conditioning is shameless.

Koko asked for a hour's room to take a shower, blow dry her hair, and change clothes.

Gu Weijing and Uncle Alai were sitting in the lobby of the B&B waiting.

Dim, flickering lights, damp and cracked walls, a gloomy large sofa, a large electric fan with a rusty base, no front desk, only a doorman.

The concierge was a middle-aged lady wearing a colorful shirt.

Next to the table was an old brick TV with two metal antennas on the back that looked like cockroach antennae. It was playing an old TV series at a very low volume.

I was woken up again, and I simply collected some money and wrote a few lines of check-in record in the registration book.

The aunt took out slippers, a kettle, dried towels, and a bunch of keys from the cupboard, put them in a large iron basin and handed them to them.

She went back and stared at the TV for a few minutes, then stared at Gu Weijing for a few minutes, and then stared at the corridor where Koko left in confusion for a few minutes.

He muttered a few words.

I gave up thinking about this strange scene and fell asleep again.

At this moment, the old lady was lying on the concierge's table, and her snoring was even louder than the rustling sound of the dialogue on TV.

It's not hard to guess.

Gu Weijing could easily understand why the old lady felt puzzled.

Deep ploughing in the middle of the night.

A weathered middle-aged man, a young man wearing leather shoes and a shirt with a formal coat hanging in his hands, and a girl wearing a red bar dress would come to this kind of cheap B&B to book a room.

It's really rare to see such a weird combination.

A girl like Koko.

Even though she was wearing a floral dress with strange feathers, she didn't look like the type of person who would stay in a place like this.

It was like a butterfly landing on dry dirt.

Especially the two grown men didn’t go upstairs after checking into the room.

Just sitting there in the hall like an idiot goose seemed even weirder.

Ok.

In fact, the only one who was sitting there like an idiot was Gu Weijing.

Uncle Alai is not a fool.

The people of Alai are like chameleons.

Whether he is in a bar holding a bottle of red wine, under the big locust tree in the old church holding a serious novel written by Conrad, or on the tattered sofa in a shabby B&B holding a book with a portrait of a woman with bumps on the edge of the book.

It can be cleverly integrated with the surrounding environment.

only--

"'The Art of Picking Up Girls: What Those Who Want to Be Bad Boys Must Learn' (PS: Listen to what Neil Strauss said! As long as you use the right method, there is no girl in the world that you can't get!)", Alai is studying this, seriously?"

Gu Weijing shifted his gaze from the loan company advertisement on the wall to his assistant.

In his mind, he silently read the title and cover slogan written in gold paint on the book in the hands of the tough old man.

Then he observed that the other person was reading with great interest, nodding frequently between turning the pages, and did not look like he was just pretending.

I felt a chill in my heart.

"Although the name is a bit fancy, this book is written quite seriously. When I was stationed overseas for training, my instructor recommended this book to me. He said it was like the Spock of love books. I didn't expect to see it here. When I flipped through it, it was full of memories."

Uncle Alai keeps his eyes and ears open.

Although he was concentrating on studying how to pick up girls, he still noticed Gu Weijing's gaze.

By the way, he even guessed what Gu Weijing was thinking, as easily as Gu Weijing guessing what the concierge was thinking.

"Who? Spock, the Vulcan from Star Trek?"

Gu Wei Jing is puzzled.

"Dr. Benjamin Spock is a professor of medicine at Columbia University and the most famous pediatrician in the Western world. His book Spock's Guide to Childcare teaches people how to deal with common pediatric problems in children. It has sold tens of millions of copies in the European and American markets and is a top bestseller and a celebrity."

"From the use of asthma inhalers to the development of a healthy mentality, it is about teaching a child how to grow from an ignorant baby to an adult."

Uncle Alai flicked the pages of the book with his fingertips.

"The author said that this book is not so much about instructing hungry American high school students on how to get into bed as it is about analyzing the psychology of love, teaching a person how to grow from a baby learning to walk in Handan to an adult in love and see the other side of life," Uncle Ale explained.

"You have also learned this?" Gu Weijing was shocked.

"The honey trap, seduction, swallows... these are the most timeless and useful tricks to extract information."

Uncle Alai smiled. "Generally speaking, the identification of such matters is handled by professional military intelligence and espionage departments, which is different from the scope of work of VIP protection. However, it never hurts to learn more. Our extension courses include psychology content, which can be regarded as a general education course. At least, you should be able to tell when others want to get close to the target through you."

I don’t know why Uncle Ale looks different today than before.

He seemed to be in a rare good mood, and he talked more, which was unusual.

"What do you think our textbook is?"

"Just reading some psychology guides?" Gu Weijing doubted.

"No. Of course it's hypnosis. I spray it on your collar. Within 5 seconds, the opposite sex will like you. Your love perfume is based on the latest technology of human genetic research in the United States."

Uncle Alai looked at Gu Weijing, who was between shock and confusion, and actually smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

"Come on, Mr. Gu, do you think these things really exist? Don't be ridiculous, they are only filmed like this, and even if you are James Bond, today's movie screenwriters are tired of writing about the old-fashioned plots of the last century where they only had contact for five minutes and then took an Eastern European skier or the mistress of an important official to bed like buying an inflatable doll."

"Love without a soul will not make people risk their lives or do irrational and dangerous things."

"What is love? You can never understand it by reading one or two books or taking a few special training classes. Therefore, the content of the course will not be too complicated."

"All we can do is read the recommended books. After all, this is not our main business. The training base will regularly purchase some love books on the New York Times bestseller list and put them in the dormitory. By the way, they can also be used as linguistic teaching materials for students from non-English speaking countries. This kind of course is much more popular than outdoor physical training classes. One of my roommates thought that even if it is useless at work, at least it would be useful in the bar after get off work. And, to put it bluntly, such courses are much simpler than you think, and much more complicated than you think."

The janitor pointed to the cover of the book in his hand.

"The author of this book later said in the preface that he was suave, confident, and skilled. He was known as the godfather of love, the golden bachelor, and the nightclub expert. He mastered all the skills to pick up girls and thought he understood all the psychology of girls."

"But when he finally met his soulmate, he turned back into a clumsy, pale, cautious young man. All the skills he had learned were no longer effective or meaningful."

"He said that girls are the most complicated creatures in the world. No matter how scheming and calculating you are, if she doesn't love you, then everything will be useless. If she really loves you, then all the tricks are almost the same."

Gu Weijing remembered that Mr. Sloth had actually said something similar to him.

Mr. Sloth said that love can never be quantified.

It is a stunning, kind, and telepathic flower that grows out of the soil with goodwill as the key.

There are no such things as love courses.

Because everyone has a different soul.

Different vibrations, different frequencies, different keys.

It all depends on whether she loves you or not, and whether you can guess the code that can lead to true love.

then.

Open sesame.

Love was born.

Gu Weijing was surprised that Uncle Alai actually had this unknown side of being an emotional expert.

He hesitated and wanted to ask the other party about Koko's condition.

but.

Discuss this issue with the burly, strong, and scarred Uncle Alai.

Gu Weijing always felt that there was something unspeakable weird about it.

Just like Zhou Gongjin, wearing a feather fan and a green turban, looking heroic and majestic, sitting on a solitary boat, playing the piano and composing poems, it is an elegant thing.

someday.

Zhang Fei, who was usually a fierce warrior with a spear and a club, placed his Zhangba Snake Spear on the ground and sighed to Liu Bei: "Hiss, brother, what is love? How can it make people pledge their lives for each other?"

This is too much of a contrast.

This was the feeling Gu Weijing had when he was discussing the psychology of love with a man in his fifties, 1.9 meters tall, with a huge silver Desert Eagle in his arms.

Think of this.

"Pistol? Do you still carry a pistol with you?" Gu Weijing said.

It's not surprising that Brother Hao's men have guns.

He really didn't know where Uncle Ale got the gun.

"Oh, Mr. Gu, you're talking about this."

The janitor drew the huge pistol from his bosom.

"It's the lighter."

Alai pulled the trigger.

There was a crisp sound of an electric spark.

No bullet was fired from the muzzle, but a dark blue flame less than a foot long spurted out.

He released the trigger, the flame went out, and he handed the gun over to Gu Weijing to show him the red and gold Manchester United club logo on the gun.

"I didn't look for you right away. I saw someone shooting, so I ran over and took the torch that the fan club next door was using to light steak charcoal grills."

In the bar, Uncle Ale kept holding the gun in his hand like a hammer. After showing it twice, he put the gun back.

I was just worried that Wu Qinlai would notice the Manchester United Football Club logo on the gun handle.

"Fake gun, have you been bluffing all this time?"

Gu Weijing was so scared that he almost broke out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, after Uncle Ale took out his gun, he felt relieved and safe.

"Yes, you and Wu Qinlai were both intimidated by me, but Miss Koko seemed to have seen something, so she was quite nervous. No well-trained soldier would like to use the Desert Eagle or the Colt Python. They look impressive in the game, but they are actually sport hunting pistols. They have a slow firing rate and a large recoil, making it difficult to hit people. They are useless even if they have a long range. Anything beyond 30 meters is completely the domain of rifles."

"Then...if he fired the gun when you walked over? He would not have been able to hit you. What you said is true, right?"

"Shoot? If he wants to shoot, I can just hit him with the bottle in my hand and then take the opportunity to rush over."

Uncle Alai said nonchalantly, "I'm walking over with the bottle of red wine. Mr. Gu, do you think I really want to buy him a drink? Be prepared."

"As for the hit rate, it's not that mysterious. Find an opportunity to shoot a few times and you'll know. The Glock is a type of gun with very low recoil, the kind that women and children can use in an emergency. It's hard to hit at a distance of 15 meters, and it's also hard to hit at a distance of two meters. But at a distance of 5 or 6 meters, anyone who is normal will definitely hit the target with every shot."

(End of this chapter)