Almighty painter

Chapter 571 Love Story

Chapter 571 Love Story
Uncle Alai was leaning on the hood of the Elantra and smoking.

His smoking habit is strange.

It is said that he suffered a minor lung disease from the torture he faced in prison.

So he lit a cigarette and held it between his fingertips. After taking the first puff, he was not in a hurry to smoke it and just left it there.

Burn slowly.

Until a very long string of ash came out.

Shake it off gently and take a sip.

Then I left it there, waiting for the cigarette to burn slowly, quietly looking at the moon in the sky and the lighted window on the third floor of the homestay.

"Love, good times."

Uncle Alai smiled and said softly.

At this moment, there was no trace of the funny look of Meng Zhang Fei embroidering flowers on his face. Instead, there was a kind of loneliness that came from experiencing all the vicissitudes of life.

Perhaps in Gu Tongxiang's mind, the tough guy temperament he has in the eyes of outsiders is just like the uncle he is now.

But even though Alai was leaning against a shabby second-hand car and wearing a cheap old-fashioned round-neck shirt.

But this kind of coolness cannot be compensated by how many times Lao Gu waxes his Lexus or how many times he applies minoxidil hair growth agent on his head.

Even if Mr. Gu wore his most respectable formal suit and tie, with a copy of Hemingway tucked into his arms and a thick and long Cuban harp in his mouth.

Still doesn't work.

There is no lonely Zen.

When the fourth cigarette between his fingers burned out, Uncle Ale saw that the light in the room on the third floor was off, so he turned around and opened the driver's door.

"sleep."

he said to himself.

Who knows.

He had just rolled the car window a crack, manually reclined the seatback, and set the alarm for sunrise tomorrow morning.

There was a knock on the car window.

"Hey, uncle, are you asleep? Let's send Koko home."

Huh?
Tonight, this is the second time that the prophet Uncle Alai has mispredicted the development of events since Gu Weijing actually rejected Brother Hao's invitation.

He unlocked the car door.

When Ale pulled the seat back, he glanced at his watch and then looked at Gu Weijing with pity.

the first time?
Well, okay, it’s not incomprehensible.

But soon.

Uncle Alai then turned his eyes to the girl next to him.

Koko had obviously cried.

Her eyes were red and there were traces of tears on her face, but there was no trace of timidity that would make people feel pity for her.

Koko stood next to the boy confidently.

She didn't look like she had been hit.

She is not a small grass or vine that relies on a big tree in the wind and rain.

She is a piece of white jadeite of the icy and emerald variety. Her eyes and brows carry a jade-like luster and she looks dignified and otherworldly.

There is only one true heroism in life, and that is to love life after recognizing it clearly.

All it takes to transform a lonely and closed-off child into a sunny and generous cheerleader is a piece of magic bubble gum.

And on this night when I was eighteen years old.

The butterfly broke free from its cocoon.

In Uncle Alai's eyes, Koko was still the same Koko as before, but slowly, a hint of peerless elegance began to appear in the girl's eyes, like the bright moon after the rain.

"it's beautiful."

He clapped quietly in his heart.

……

"To be in tune with each other is when a person sets a password for herself and asks the person she likes to guess it." - "The Love Class of the Sloth Military Advisor"

From the very beginning, Gu Weijing actually knew what Koko really wanted.

This is not a very difficult question.

of course.

"It's not difficult" This is what I said to Gu Weijing.

If it was Miao Angwen, then even if he guessed for a hundred or a thousand years, he still wouldn't be able to escape the big gold chain and small watch.

He might give Koko an iPhone, or even buy her all the gifts in the world, but he would never give her a blessed rosewood bracelet that costs less than a dollar.

It may not be that Miao Angwen doesn't like her enough, or that Miao Angwen is born vulgar.

of course.

That's part of the reason.

But it is definitely not because Gu Weijing is smarter than Miao Angwen.

If we really want to blame someone, we can only blame Koko for never liking Miao Angwen.

The two of them were not even at the same starting line.

Koko quietly reminded Gu Weijing, didn’t she?
And Koko would never be able to tell Miao Angwen all her childhood stories, one by one.

Love, it's never a truly fair contest to test your skills in cracking the safe combination.

Uncle Alai told Gu Weijing.

From the perspective of love psychology, if a girl really doesn't like you and has no love for you in her heart, then all the tricks you use will be useless.

in turn.

If a girl really likes someone.

Then.

Perhaps she is unwilling to lock "love" tightly in a safe, nor is she willing to set a password that is too difficult for the other party.

As long as you are willing to pay attention and listen to what she says, you will be able to find the clues she gives you with her fingertips with a blushing face in the gap of your pocket.

To millions of people in this world.

They study a girl's mind, which requires a vast mathematical project like deciphering the intelligence switches of World War II.

And for the person she was truly looking forward to and waiting for to come.

All you need to do may be to simply press Enter.

Who isn't biased?

Gu Weijing had guessed the answer long ago.

He was just hesitating and wavering.

While waiting in line at the temple, he was hesitating whether he should take out the gift.

If you can't make a commitment to a girl, you can't treat her as the most important person in your life who will accompany you for the rest of your life.

Why should you give her false happiness?
Not everyone wants to be a Picasso.

Picasso is the most successful painter of the past century.

Picasso was a man of many talents.

He is born with a romantic personality and he is very wealthy.

He accounts for half of the top ten most expensive artwork sales in the world.

It can be said that he is the darling of the Muse.

In his life, he had countless honors, unimaginable wealth, an extremely high historical status, and a platoon of beautiful girlfriends and lovers.

But did Picasso, who had a large harem, really have happiness?

Gu Weijing was not sure.

Even though they had just come out of the bar and were sitting in the car together, the gift was right next to him, but Gu Weijing still chose not to take it out.

He even told himself.

He would never give this bracelet away. But when Koko cried, it still touched his heart.

Her pride and her frustration.

Her courage, her hesitation.

Everything about her is so respectable and lovely.

People are all made of flesh and blood. If there is such a cool and sassy girl around you, how can you not be touched?

and so.

Gu Weijing still took it out.

There was no special reason, it was just that at that moment, he was really moved by Koko.

This is not a rational choice.

But...emotion has always been the antonym of reason.

When he held Koko in his arms and felt her trembling body, he really just wanted her to be happy, peaceful and joyful, and to be a sunflower in the sun.

Ask for nothing more.
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Gu Weijing opened the car door for Koko and closed it after she got in.

Then he looked at Uncle Alai who was standing next to the car.

“This is back to you.”

Gu Weijing handed the book "The Art of Picking Up Girls" to his assistant.

"Indeed, I think there is nothing more you can learn." Alai smiled and gave Gu Weijing a thumbs up.

"that……"

Gu Weijing looked at the other person, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

"Mr. Gu, don't worry. Learning to keep your mouth shut is an important part of my job." The uncle smiled and made a zipper gesture at his lips, promising that he was absolutely reliable and would not go out and gossip. "It's been tested for a long time, so you don't have to worry at all."

"Uh... Actually, that's not what I meant."

Gu Weijing knew that Alai was trying to reassure him that no rumors from tonight would reach Sakai Katsuko.

"Forget it, it's nothing."

He shook his head and sat on the other side of the car door.

The car started and drove into the night of Yangon.

In that small guesthouse room, all the tears that needed to be cried have been shed, and all the words that needed to be spoken have been said.

Neither Gu Weijing nor Koko spoke in the car.

They didn't get too close to each other, and Koko no longer ran over to hold his hand.

Just like before, the two of them sat on either side of the seat, keeping enough polite space between them.

Koko still tilted her head, looking at the night outside the car window.

Completely different from before.

Something was dissolved.

Gu Weijing could feel Koko's quiet breathing beside his ear. Her breath was long and was exhaled gently, with a slight heat and a slight coolness.

That heat, that coolness.

It kept echoing in the small space inside the car, being inhaled by him and exhaled by her.

mix together.

“Where do I begin?”

“To tell the story of how great a love can be.”

“The sweet love story that is older than the sea.”

“The simple truth about the love she brings to me.”

“Where do I start…”

Uncle Alai pushed a disc into the CD player.

From the Elantra's old speaker, a clear and sweet male voice sang the melody of the past.

The name of this song is "Love Story".

It's not Taylor Swift's popular hit, but much older than that. It's the theme song of an Oscar-winning movie of the same name from decades ago.

The movie is almost older than Uncle Alai’s generation.

It is the final work of the entire American film industry in the 60s.

The story is very old-fashioned.

In a prestigious American university, a rich young man who ranked first in his grade fell in love with a poor girl who studied art. She was smart, cheerful, lively, sharp-tongued and never forgiving.

The girl gave up her dream of studying music in Paris for the boy.

The boy gave up his palace-like house and the livelihood provided by his father for the girl.

The two people lived together in poverty but happily.

At the end of the story.

Yet they are separated by heaven and earth.

The 1960s was a decade of great changes and division in American society.

Martin Luther King published "I Have a Dream", won the Nobel Peace Prize, and then was shot to death. The policy of racial segregation continued, Apollo was heading for the moon, and the Vietnam War was stuck in the mud.

Ideology, racial hatred, anti-war marches, the hippie movement.

The impact of various social conflicts also extended to the Oscar awards ceremony.

Some people rushed onto the stage naked, some black actors were refused entry, some screenwriters were banned by Hollywood for their left-wing tendencies and sympathy for the workers' movement, and were blacklisted by the studio, so they could only accept awards under a pseudonym. There was also a well-known director who, in the face of the US military's continuous retreat in Vietnam, happily said at the awards ceremony, "At this moment, Vietnam is being liberated...", which caused an uproar in the public opinion circle.

Later generations of foreign film critics put forward a classic critical argument when reviewing the nearly 100-year history of the Oscar awards ceremony.

There are so many sharp contradictions that need to be faced in society, and so many heated issues that need to be discussed.

There are places in the world where blood is being shed, people are starving to death, and people are dying from bullets and artillery fire.

Those old-fashioned organizing committee members of the American Film Institute (in the 5s and 60s, the Film Institute had a serious aging problem, and many voting members were even old-fashioned directors from the silent film era) actually gave the Best Picture award to a old-fashioned "love story movie."

It's so horribly rigid.

I had no idea what young people in American society wanted to see at the time.

Yes.

In the entire history of Oscar-winning films, "Love Story" is definitely not one of the most thought-provoking ones.

Even its songs are melodious, old-fashioned country music-style piano pieces, and have nothing to do with the most popular passionate rock music in society.

In that chaotic era.

A boy and a girl suddenly fell in love with each other.

They can't be together again.

It's old fashioned.

It's tacky.

Even the audience can guess the plot, but it is so heart-wrenching.

Koko seemed to hear what song was playing on the speakers.

She hummed along with the melody of the CD player.

"…How long does it last…"

“Can love be measured by the hours in a day?”

“I have no answers now but this much I can say.”

“I know I'll need her till the stars all burn away.”