Almighty painter

Chapter 569: Love Day (Part )

"Isn't that a bit too risky? Aren't you afraid?"

Gu Weijing recalled what happened in the bar.

He just imagined the gun pointed at him, and walked towards it step by step, feeling a little scared.

How did Uncle Alai stay so calm?
"There are other ways to deal with it, but at this distance, I'm not sure I can control him instantly."

"For bodyguards, once a gun goes off, it is a very big destabilizing factor. Especially in a small indoor space, how a bullet bounces and refracts is completely a matter of pure luck, which is a field controlled by God. For example, in the classic case of VIP protection, in the 1981 assassination attempt, President Reagan was protected by a large number of Secret Service agents who rushed over, but he was still hit by an empty pistol bullet that bounced repeatedly on the metal door of the car and finally hit his lungs. He almost died."

"That was the best way I could think of to handle the situation at the time."

"It doesn't matter whether I have a gun or not. What matters is that I know the other party believes this, so he doesn't dare to shoot at that distance. This is the key."

Uncle Alai shrugged and said calmly.

"I walked there a hundred times, and he wouldn't dare to shoot."

"Although I was bluffing him the whole time. But the metaphor about the red wine is not wrong. If you want to be a gentleman and a nobleman, don't think of yourself as a bad boy on the street waving a gun and fighting fiercely."

"Mr. Gu, people live by their beliefs. Whatever you believe the world to be, that's what the world will be like."

The assistant's tone was deep, like that of a philosopher.

"I believe the other party has no courage, and the other party also believes that he has no courage. The essence of the matter is so simple. My favorite is the opening of Conan Doyle's novel, "A Study in Scarlet". This is the first story in the Sherlock Holmes series. The cowherd controlled the enemy who came to kill his lover. Instead of killing the enemy directly, he put two identical pills in front of the enemy, one of which was poison and the other was flour. Each of them took one pill and let the enemy choose first. He said, I believe God is protecting me."

"Sometimes, you just need to have such determination and will, and firmly believe that you are protected by God or something. I am a good person, so God will protect me and bullets will avoid me. The stronger your aura is, the weaker the enemy's courage will be."

"Mr. Gu, you once told me that good people should help good people."

"I do good things, and you do bad things. If there is really a glimmer of fairness between good and evil in the world, then if God doesn't protect me, will he protect him?"

Uncle Alai smiled.

He looked at Gu Weijing deeply.

"I used to doubt this world, but because of you, I am willing to believe in it a little more. You are really nice. If it were me in the past, I am not sure I would refuse that invitation."

"Thank you, Mr. Gu." He said solemnly.

Gu Weijing felt a little embarrassed by what Uncle Alai said.

"I...I would refuse Brother Hao only because Brother Hao allowed me to refuse. It's completely different from the pressure you feel when you have to burn several trucks of heroin under orders from above." He told the truth.

The gatekeeper did not answer, but lowered his head and quietly turned the page of the book in his hand.

……

beep.

The phone on the small table in front of me vibrated twice.

Gu Weijing picked up the phone.

"Ms. Koko's?"

Uncle Alai asked without even looking up.

It's as if he has changed career from a philosopher to a prophet.

"Uh, yes... Koko said that when she was taking a shower, her towel fell to the floor, and she hoped you could send her a clean towel."

"Well, it's almost there."

Uncle Alai turned a few pages of the book, then nodded calmly and made a meaningful nasal sound.

Gu Weijing stretched his neck to take a look and saw that the concierge was already slumped over the table and drooling again.

He felt that it was a bit immoral to wake up a middle-aged woman from her deep sleep twice in about a quarter of an hour.

He ran to the cupboard and pulled out a large clean bath towel.

"Come on, let's go upstairs and bring the towels up."

"We? Are you sure?"

Uncle Alai raised his head from the book and looked at Gu Weijing as if he was an idiot.

"Would you like to help deliver it?"

The gatekeeper looked at Gu Weijing deeply - Huh, boy, you really don’t know anything, right?
Drivers are often expected to obey their employer's orders as their first priority.

however.

Uncle Ale decided that after today, their relationship would no longer be limited to the level of driver and employer.

therefore.

A situation that was extremely rare throughout his service career occurred.

Alai refused the order from his boss.

"I'm going out to smoke a cigarette. The car is parked right next to the door. If you need to use the car, just call me anytime. It's not comfortable to sleep here, so don't worry about me." He turned and walked towards the door.

Take two steps.

suddenly.

Uncle Alai seemed to have thought of something.

He turned back and stuffed the book "The Bible for Picking Up Girls" in his hand into Gu Weijing's arms.

"Mr. Gu, although love doesn't require any skills, it is also very important to study girls' minds. When it comes to feelings, you can't always be a green child. Come on!"

He patted Gu Weijing's shoulder in a very chivalrous manner and persuaded him in a deep voice.

He picked up the Desert Eagle on the table and pulled out from his sleeve the menthol cigarette that he had taken out in front of the bar street but had not found a chance to smoke.

Snapped!
Uncle Ale lit it with a lighter, put it in his mouth, and took a deep puff.

Then dragged the limp.

Das, das, das...he walked away very casually.

Uncle Alai doesn't hate Miss Sakai.

Katsuko Sakai is the kind of girl that no matter how much you dislike her, you can never hate her.

But.

The main reason why Uncle Alai likes Katsuko Sakai is because Miss Sakai is willing to be nice to Jasmine, which is exactly the same reason why he didn't dislike Gu Weijing at the beginning.

But Uncle Ale really admired Koko, whom he had only met a few times.

The kind of appreciation that heroes appreciate each other.

The way the little girl hits people looks so cool, and the way she throws the wine bottle is also so cool.

He couldn't help but applaud.

It's such a pity to hurt a little girl like Koko.

The gatekeeper has seen many ups and downs in the world in his life, and has also seen the breakups and reunions between young men and women.

Katsuko Sakai must be the ideal type in the hearts of countless people.

Gentle and graceful.

But a girl as crystal-like as a little princess would seem unrealistic and out of touch with reality in such a chaotic place. She would break if she fell lightly and melt if exposed to the sun.

On the contrary, a girl like Koko is the kind of person who dares to love and hate. As long as you reach out and hug her, no matter what happens, she will be the one who will accompany you to the last moment without hesitation and fear.

The gatekeeper felt that he needed to do Mr. Xiao Gu a favor.

So he moistened it.

He waved his sleeves, without taking away a single cloud.

Only Gu Weijing was left behind with his mouth twitching.
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Gu Weijing climbed through the long, dark corridor of the self-built house.

The poor contact sensor light above his head flickered on and off, just like his ups and downs in mood at the moment.

There was not a breath of wind in the corridor; it was quiet and deserted.

The check-in form placed on the table by the concierge showed that there were still some guests in the B&B.

Maybe it's too late now and people have gone to sleep.

All the rooms he passed were very quiet, and there was no light coming from the frosted glass above the doors. It seemed as if he was the only one in the entire building, and the only light at the end of the corridor.

He walked between the lighted rooms and glanced at the number on the door. 325.

It was the hourly room that the concierge had just handed over to them.

Gu Weijing stretched out his hand and knocked rhythmically on the door three times with his knuckles.

"Koko?"

"Yes, I'm here." A girl's voice came from the room.

"I brought you a towel. I found a bath towel for you. It's hanging on the door handle. It's a big bath towel. Be careful when you open the door. Don't touch it to the ground and get it dirty again."

"Well, if it's convenient, come in, the door is not locked."

Koko said from inside the house.

Gu Weijing hesitated for two seconds, then he pushed open the door and walked into the house.

It was beyond his expectation.

The room was not as shabby as the hall at the entrance, nor was it as bad as he had expected.

If you judge this place by the standards of the Aman suite with a private pool where Ms. Sakai and her mother stayed, then this place is no different from a doghouse.

But if you consider the price of 3000 Kyats, it is surprisingly good.

The room was very small.

There was barely enough space next to the bathroom for a single bed with a mat, a small wooden desk and an electric fan.

But there are windows.

There is no exposed cement putty on the wall, but instead it is covered with azalea-pattern wallpaper. Although there are some spots and damages, it is still quite neat overall.

The bamboo mat on the bed looked very fresh and there was no strange smell.

The whole room was filled with the scent of shampoo just after taking a shower, mixed with the smell of the mattress under the bamboo mat after being exposed to the sun.

The whole room is only ten square meters.

However, because of the simple furnishings and furniture, it has a light, distant, and cold style, and its temperament is so simple that it is almost desolate.

It feels like a state-owned guesthouse in a small county town in a Soviet country in the 1950s and 1960s.

The window was half opened.

The current of moonlight lifted the fabric curtains, and the branches of the tall Thai yellow-leaf trees outside the window swayed slightly in the warm breeze, and the curtains swayed slightly there too.

A girl was standing in front of the window.

Koko, who asked Gu Weijing to help deliver a towel in the chat message, was standing barefoot in front of the window, wearing a floral dress she had just bought at the night market.

The moonlight and the evening breeze hit her together.

The skirt is fluttering.

The washed long hair was spread out, and strands of it fell on the sides of the ears.

"Oh, are you done yet?"

Gu Weijing put the towel on the chair and said, "Then we can take you there now—"

"Shh!"

The girl in front of the window turned around and made a quiet gesture to Gu Weijing.

She had a similarly cold aura to the room.

The look she gave Gu Weijing reminded people of the flying goddess in the mural. Her eyes were uniquely broad, yet contained a myriad of emotions.

Koko stretched out her arms.

She stood on her bare toes.

In such a small room, using the space between the window and the bed separated by the desk, she actually performed a ballet-like movement similar to a horizontal rotation.

The light yellow skirt was blown open like petals by inertia and hit the corner of the table.

Bringing up a misty wind.

The skin between the thighs was glowing as if it were a piece of fine mutton-fat jade.

This moment.

Gu Weijing only felt that there was no problem with his artistic appreciation.

Miss Koko looks great, and even though the skirt only costs a few dollars, she doesn't look like an old lady with a low waist and short legs at all.

Her body presents a strong three-dimensional sense, and her soft curves resemble the mysterious curves painted by the master.

The legs are long and powerful.

They are not as small and lonely as chopsticks or compasses.

In the moonlight, the skin from her thighs to her toes was stretched so tight that it formed a breathtaking downward slope, adding a profound classical beauty to her already charming appearance.

If this is the old woman with low waist and short legs.

That old woman with a low waist and short legs must be the sexiest and cutest creature in the world.

Russian tilt.

Koko stood still.

She stared at Gu Weijing for a moment, her eyes falling on the book in his arms: "Master of Picking Up Girls?"

"Uh, no..."

Gu Weijing hid the book under the bath towel a little embarrassedly.

"Gu Weijing, am I pretty?" Koko smiled and skipped over this part. She pointed to the check under the lamp on the table and said, "Thank you for your money. I really can't imagine how I can repay you for this check of $100,000."

"so."

"I'll offer myself to Master Gu as a bed-warming maid."

Koko still had a smile on her face, but there was sadness in her eyes. "It may take another 100 days before you leave here and go to college, which works out to $1000 a day. According to the prices in the bar, $1000 a day is indeed too expensive. However, you can't find high-quality goods like me for $1000 elsewhere."

She whispered, "I won't refuse you any way you want to play."

Miss Koko reached out to untie the laces on the back of her dress, took a step forward, and kissed Gu Weijing.

Gu Weijing once felt.

He could never guess what Miss Koko was thinking, and every time Miss Koko suddenly wanted to hug him, he couldn't avoid it.

But this time.

He dodged Koko's kiss.

"Do not."

Gu Weijing stepped back and refused. He opened the bath towel in his hand, wrapped Koko up and held her in his arms.

It was a clean hug.

He firmly grasped the girl's shoulders and held her in front of him.

When they were in the bar not long ago, he felt that Koko's body was hot, like a sand dune bathed in the sun.

But now.

The person under the bath had cold shoulders, and Gu Weijing felt that he could not feel any warmth at all.

Maybe it’s because I just took a shower.

Perhaps the fire in my heart has gone out, leaving only a bright and sad empty shell.

Gu Weijing hugged Koko even tighter.

"Don't you like me at all?" Koko asked in his ear.

"Ms. Koko, I hope you know one thing. Even Mr. Cao is not always right, and each generation has different circumstances. The story about the White Russian prostitute I told you on the phone was not about you."

Gu Weijing answered softly in Koko's ear.

(End of this chapter)