Almighty painter

Chapter 584 New Life

He deliberately did not stay up late to pay attention to the situation at the American award ceremony, and maintained his usual schedule and living habits.

Since submitting the image materials of "Good Luck Orphanage in the Sun" to the email address of the Biennale's organizing committee last month.

Gu Weijing relaxed all of a sudden.

The stress in his life was greatly reduced.

Basically all the main courses at Dulwich have been completed.

All the students are making their final sprint for the upcoming campus recruitment fair.

Those who need to stop club activities should stop, those who need to withdraw should withdraw, those who need to check their resumes should check their resumes, and those who need to sharpen their weapons for interviews should prepare for the interviews at the last minute.

No matter how optimistic the students were in the past, they all started to become nervous at this moment.

Gu Wei has been confirmed.

I have seen more than once a classmate I know suddenly burst into tears in the school cafeteria.

After she cried for the third time and was almost choked by her balls, she was comforted by her teacher and sent home directly in the afternoon.

Entering June.

Private schools like Dulwich are very tolerant of personalized learning.

There are no special requirements for attendance now.

At this point, if you really don't care, or if your parents have already contacted the school and got the offer, there is no need to force yourself to study.

As long as you submit an application signed by your guardian to the class assistant, the school will generously allow you to skip class and prepare for the school recruitment fair at home.

It is mainly to make it convenient for parents to arrange their time freely, hire some one-on-one private tutors for you, and finally improve your portfolio and receive intensive training to prepare for the school recruitment fair at the end of the month.

When students are becoming more and more nervous and busy, they discuss in the group all night about the questions they may face from the examiners during the interview, or which major in which school will be more advantageous.

Gu Weijing, however, felt a long-lost sense of leisure.

The paper has been approved, the work for the Biennale has been submitted, the illustrations for the publishing house have been completed long ago, and the school has also been found.

Even Brother Hao seemed to have disappeared.

I spend the day leisurely, looking at the mountains and walking around the pond.

It's such a good feeling to have no tight strings in my heart and to have a small whip always urging me on from behind. Even the sunshine seems extra bright.

He has no stress at all every day now.

Gu Weijing's daily routine is to play with cats, drink tea, read the books listed by Professor Lin Tao, copy "The Old Church in a Thunderstorm" and open treasure chests.

By the way... he was waving a small whip, forcing Gu Tongxiang to practice painting there.

Comfortable.

Gu Weijing stretched lazily towards the rising sun through the window.

He found Awang, who had finished eating cat food on time and was walking lazily next to the timed feeder on the wooden floor.

"Come on, let's go wake up the great painter."

He picked up Awang and patted its head twice as a reward, making the cat purr happily.

Then he ran to the bedroom on the other side.

Pushed open the door.

There was a burst of violent knocking on the wall.

"Get up, get up. It's good for your health to get up early and go to bed early. The morning is the most important part of the day. Today's 30 copies are not finished yet. How can you sleep at this age?"

Gu Weijing smiled.

Wearing a large vest and covered with a towel blanket, Gu Tongxiang was lying on the bed with his arms and legs spread out. His eyelids twitched violently twice, and then he became motionless.

Old Man Gu seemed determined to stay in bed.

It looked like a dead pig, and the only thing missing was a large black and white banner with the words "Voice and appearance are still there" hung on its head.

Gu Weijing smiled coldly.

I am too lazy to expose the old man’s trick of lying down because he doesn’t want to do his homework.

He walked to the window, opened it, and let the bright morning sun of Yangon with the remaining heat of the hot season of 32 degrees blow into the house, and put Awang on the ground.

"go."

The tabby cat is afraid of cold and likes heat, and likes to bask in the sun.

King Awang meowed out of respect for Gu Weijing, then jumped onto the bed along the pillar and sat down on old Gu Zi's belly, which was illuminated by the sun.

"Oh oh--"

Gu Tongxiang suddenly opened his eyes.

He did not make the scream that came from thousands of miles away when a 200-pound fat man sat on a theater chair and twisted and rubbed it against his butt.

But a big fat cat weighing about 20 pounds jumped on him and sat on him.

Gu Tongxiang also felt that his shit was almost squeezed out by the cat meat bomb.

He opened his bloodshot eyes in despair and groaned on the bed: "What time is it now?"

"It's 7:30, it's time to get up, painter. Uncle has already sent me to school. You're not sleepy. The doctor said this is a withdrawal reaction from lack of nicotine. Smoke less and get used to it. You'll feel better in a month or two. Your entire respiratory system will feel an unprecedented sense of relaxation."

Gu Weijing walked over and patted Gu Tongxiang's calf.

He took out a nicotine patch from his pocket and placed it on the old man's bedside.

"You're not going to school?"

"Oh, I applied for free study at home. Where is your signature on the application? Did you forget it again?" Gu Weijing reminded.

then.

Gu Tongxiang closed his eyes again in despair.

He seemed to have a swollen head, a bitter heart, and a churning stomach, as if there was a huge rock pressing on him...Oh, there was no need to use the word "as if" for the last one, because there was a 20-pound fat cat lying on his belly, so he felt it was normal to feel the pressure.

The moment before he was selected as a full member of the National Artists Association.

Gu Tongxiang felt that his life had become complete, his career had become sublime, and he felt so light that he seemed about to fly with the wind.

Beautiful take off!

those days.

Old man Gu walked with a breeze, and was so arrogant that even reading Hemingway was not enough to satisfy him. He was almost about to take out Franklin from his pocket to light a cigarette to show off.

When Gu Weijing ran over and took out an application form for him to sign, Grandpa Gu took a glance and thought that his grandson wanted to go out and play with Miss Sakai and fall in love.

“Studying at home?”

I chuckled twice in my heart.

Don't point it out.

A signature with a swish.

"Go have fun! Remember to focus when you go to college. You can learn to drive when you have time."

Gu Tongxiang still remembers how he casually slapped the application form into his grandson's hand.

He showed his old teeth and smiled brightly, thinking that he was a really open-minded and good parent.

Then hell came.

From that day on.

The light disappeared from Gu Tongxiang's eyes.

What is really scary in this world is not the person who you think is taking leave to go home and study hard, but is actually skipping classes to go out with his girlfriend Happy.

What is really scary in this world is that you think he skipped classes to have fun with his girlfriend, but in fact he is a paper loser who took a leave of absence to go home and tear up his books.

And what is more terrifying than terrifying is...

He doesn't roll himself up, he comes here to roll you up!
Self-study, without any mistakes in punctuation marks.

The "autonomy" part belongs to Sun Zi, and the "learning" part belongs to Gu Tongxiang.

Get up in the morning - good morning, we need to copy this boneless flower painting by Huang Shanshou. Let's clear our minds first, get ready and greet a new day.

Go out for a stroll and play chess - here, take a look at a research article on linear sketching and fine brushwork techniques. This was recommended to me by Mr. Lin Tao last week. Let's talk about our thoughts after you see me. If you have any questions, ask me. If that doesn't work, I will ask Professor Lin for you when I take the online class next week.

I've been waiting for a discussion meeting of the Painting Association, and I want to drive out to show off - wait a minute, take this book "Jiezhou Painting Learning Collection" with you before you go out. Don't just eat other people's buffets at noon. Read it when you have time. I have folded the important parts for you. Pay attention to the section on "Color to Capture the Spirit". When we go home tonight, we have to copy the partial clothing of the characters, and the control of color is one of the key points.

The painful day is finally coming to an end.

I wanted to smoke a cigarette to relax, but I found that all my treasured duty-free Marlboro cigarettes purchased from overseas were suddenly gone, and they were replaced by chewing gum and a note that said "Smoking is harmful to your health. As a great painter, you should cherish your career."

Gu Tongxiang has thoroughly experienced the horror of those parents who quit their jobs and go home to push their children around the clock without leaving any blind spots.

“This life is unbearable!!!”

What made Gu Tongxiang feel even more uncomfortable was.

He has no right to refuse such a life... Strictly speaking, deep down in his heart, Old Man Gu doesn't really want to refuse.

What if the old man really rebelled?

Just lie down on the ground. No matter who you ask, I’m not going to practice anymore.

Gu Weijing didn't have any good solution either.

Awang sat on the old man's belly. This was the limit of what he could do. He couldn't really buy a whip and whip him, right?

pity.

Cultural people like Gu Tongxiang, whether they are real cultural people or pretending to be cultural people.

Anyway, he has been painting like this all his life and holding a pen all his life. Ever since Gu Weijing was born, he has been using the sayings like "diligence cultivates virtue" and "one must prick one's thigh with a needle" to teach his grandson to study hard. This old man has been teaching this for more than ten years.

He has a deep respect for the word "reason" and can distinguish right from wrong. He knows that everything his grandson says is right and his grandson's actions are all for his own good.

Gu Tongxiang really couldn't do such a thing as not knowing right from wrong and throwing a tantrum and confronting others.

Say.

The more painful the effort, the sweeter the harvest.

As painful as it is to practice your lessons, it will be sweet when you feel your writing skills improve.

Gu Tongxiang could clearly feel that his Chinese painting skills were really improving.

Vaguely, he has begun to touch a new level of art.

Whenever a flower, a bird, or a curved blade of grass falls under my pen, I feel that the fluent and lively breath that I had been scratching my head and unable to draw before suddenly flows out from my pen.

Mr. Gu could feel an unprecedented sense of accomplishment.

He couldn't imagine it at all.

At the age of sixty, he had not only become a national-level painter in his profession, but his painting techniques were also climbing to a peak that he had never had the opportunity to witness in his life before.

What if baldness can be successfully restored?

That really feels like experiencing a second spring in life.

Although it was a little painful to read and write his thoughts while sucking his teeth, it started from the moment he joined the national art association.

There are more social activities at various levels.

When he gave a calligraphy and painting discussion lecture two days ago, he quoted from classics and talked about the aesthetic taste of Oriental art. He started from the comparison between linear sketching and fine brushwork techniques and talked about the color taste in Southeast Asian colored silk paintings, which stunned everyone in the audience.

This kind of satisfaction for vanity is totally incomparable to telling a few lines of prose poetry, or skipping breakfast to empty the stomach to show off the big crabs in the buffet.

Even quit smoking.

Even the lack of nicotine intake made him unable to sleep at night and unable to wake up during the day.

But he didn't know if it was a psychological factor, but even though he smoked a few fewer cigarettes, Gu Tongxiang still vaguely felt that his breathing was much easier.

Not even to mention anything else.

"If you have any questions, please ask. If that doesn't work, I will ask Professor Lin on your behalf when I take the online class next week" - if there was an opportunity to ask a great painter like Professor Lin Tao in the past.

Gu Tongxiang felt that he had the courage to show the attitude of standing in the snow outside Cheng Men.

Now this... can only be considered a happy trouble.

"Come on, get up and practice painting. Put your energy into painting, and you won't feel lazy or painful. Doesn't the book "The Study of Mind" by Wang Yangming that you like to put on your desk say that the principles of all things are in our mind, and we must study them in practice before we can stand firm?"

"Bullshit, why don't you say that Wang Yangming was reading faces by looking at bamboos, and he was totally devoted to studying things to gain knowledge, and he almost killed himself."

Gu Tongxiang pushed Awang off her stomach and continued to lie on the bed groaning.

He glanced at the sunlight outside the window, trying to divert his grandson's attention.

"The weather is so nice today? Would you like to go out and play with Miss Sakai? There is my card in the drawer, you can use it yourself. Don't be stingy when taking a girl out to play..." he tempted.

"No, I have money. And Mrs. Sakai is still worried and feels that the situation is unsafe. We have both signed up for this year's Singapore Art Exhibition. If we are successfully shortlisted, we will have plenty of opportunities to go out and play together in the future."

"Don't you have a small studio outside? Why don't you go there to collect materials today?" Gu Tongxiang was unwilling to give up.

"No need to go so early, I'll go at noon."

Gu Weijing answered patiently.

"Go earlier, go earlier, don't make others wait for you." Gu Tongxiang advised.

"Don't be in a hurry. I'll watch you finish the painting, go over the problems in yesterday's work, and arrange today's tasks before you set off. Grandpa's place is more important." Gu Weijing smiled.

"Girlfriend is more important."

"Grandpa is more..."

"Shut up. Even if you talk the whole day, I'm going to sleep for another half an hour. No... forty-five minutes." Gu Tongxiang couldn't stand it anymore. He pulled the towel blanket and lay down on the bed again.

"Just today? I still need to get up early to practice painting in the future. Professor Lin Tao said that I must develop this habit."

"One week."

"Just this weekend, or I'll leave Awang here."

Gu Weijing raised his eyebrows and listened to Gu Tongxiang humming on the bed, knowing that he agreed.

He shook his head helplessly.

When old people get old, they sometimes really act like children.

Gu Weijing held Awang and walked to the study room outside.

He left the tabby cat running to grind its teeth on the old man's tea stool while he stood beside the desk, examining the paintings that Gu Tongxiang had hung to dry on the edge of the table.

One freehand painting, one uncolored detailed figure, and one crimson iris.

This was the bedtime homework he left for his grandfather yesterday.

Even though Old Man Gu groaned a lot, he still completed the exercises that needed to be completed.

Gu Weijing nodded slightly.

The painting is okay.

There is no novelty in the writing, but fortunately the word "rules" is done well.

For Gu Tongxiang's current level, it can be regarded as the result of hard work and diligence.

He launched the art of calligraphy and painting authentication.

Gu Weijing could tell the level of the first level of the profession without using any identification skills. He just wanted to see how much experience his grandfather needed to reach the second level of the profession.

【Work: Mountain】

[Chinese Painting Techniques: Professional Level 4912 (5000/)]

[Emotion: Careless]

……

【Work: Unnamed】

[Chinese Painting Techniques: Professional Level 4971 (5000/)]

[Emotion: Simple Work]

……

[Work: Iris]

[Chinese Painting Techniques: Professional Level 4802 (5000/)]

[Emotion: Perfunctory]

"Not bad, it's just the finishing touch."

Seeing the numbers on the panel, Gu Weijing secretly gave a thumbs up to the old man lying in bed and refusing to get out.

The little whip was waving and waving, and victory was in sight!

All three paintings are close to Lv.4 perfection.

Now that he is approaching the upgrade bottleneck, fluctuations in deviations of one or two hundred points can only be regarded as normal technical fluctuations for a sixty-year-old painter.

The lines of the figure in the middle are only 5 points away from Lv.29 in the system evaluation.

Of course, emotional substitution is not good.

As for the painting of irises, I only received a perfunctory response.

However, Gu Weijing was well aware of the strictness of the system panel.

In addition, the old man is in the process of quitting smoking recently, so the evaluation of "doing a perfunctory job" cannot necessarily be equated with being absent-minded when painting.

He felt that he could be better to his grandfather.

The drawings for "The Blazing World" were bought out on a one-time basis, and the amount corresponding to the contract had already been deposited into my bank account before the book was officially put on the shelves.

5000 dollars.

After deducting various handling fees and Mr. Sloth’s share, the total was US$3800 - this is the normal price for illustrations for unpopular classics.

Better than nothing.

This price was even the highest price Osborne approved for him for Anna's sake.

The original buyout price for the all-inclusive package was only $2700.

In a pure book market, part-time illustrators cannot make a lot of money.

If you want to eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks, you have to rely on building a brand, creating a personal IP, doing art design for Hollywood blockbusters, and doing advertising posters and promotions. A single order can easily cost tens or even hundreds of millions.

The Little Prince is an exception among exceptions.

However, next month, it will be time for the publishing house to pay him the second dividend from the sales of "The Little Prince".

The current sales volume of "The Little Prince" has stabilized, with daily sales in Europe remaining around 3000 copies. During discount promotions, the number can occasionally approach 5000.

The data is pretty good.

Just one large region in Europe.

It won't be a big problem for sales to exceed 100 million copies this year.

Adding the United States, Canada and the newly launched Australian markets, the second installment of net dividends may be close to 30 US dollars, which is real big money.

Now that there is more than 3000 US dollars, Gu Weijing feels that there is no need to think about whether to donate it or not.

Stay and have meals with Ms. Sakai as usual.

By the way, he thought he could buy a better SLR camera online, and give it to the other party as a reward when the old man's Chinese painting officially breaks through Lv.5.

(End of this chapter)