Almighty painter

Chapter 710: The Beautiful Young Man...
Ta, da, da, da, da, da.

Lao Yang's eyes involuntarily fell on the magical creature that was running out of the airport corridor with its chin raised and waist twisted.

It's like the opening animal in a fantasy cartoon.

The shiny and smooth fur with lion-like stripes and spots is tightly attached to the round belly like a small pig. The long beard hangs down on both cheeks, shaking slightly.

On the pink nose, the eyes have a texture very much like amber, and the midday sunlight shining through the sky of Changi International Airport has turned them into the iconic vertical pupils of cats. At this moment, they are proudly scanning the many stupid upright apes in the airport.

"If there are no dogs in heaven, then after I die, I want to go to a place where there are dogs to accompany me!"

This famous quote by Will Loggins, one of the most important humorists in the United States, which has been quoted in many literary works and video games, suddenly popped up in Lao Yang's mind.

Lao Yang had just read it in the other party's personal collection of works.

Will Loggins is not only a humorist, radio host and film actor, he is also a very famous "dog party" and is known for his super love for dogs.

Loggins likes to tell others on different occasions that his dog is his best friend in life and he will accompany it to heaven.

Lao Yang is not sure whether dogs can go to heaven.

But the cat that suddenly jumped out in front of me was so cool!
Old Yang subconsciously felt that even if it went to the Pantheon where the Greek gods held parties every day, it would kick Zeus off his chair when he was not paying attention, jump onto the throne emitting holy light, sit down, and give orders.

Old Yang couldn't help but think of the big dog that always followed Miss Elena.

That dog is awesome too!
However, although both of them left a deep impression on him, the specific feelings they gave to Lao Yang were quite different when you look at them in detail.

Miss Elena's dog is mainly graceful and elegant. It looks very stylish wherever it goes. Even the way it scratches its chin is as stylish as a lady fanning herself.

And this big cat...it is so cool and so "big".

Cats are originally nimble creatures like tree elves. When they walk, they are like moonlight shining on the ground, ethereal and silent.

But this cat is the complete opposite.

When it runs...the earth shakes.

The earth-shaking and mountain-trembling is an exaggerated and emotional metaphor.

On body shape.

This is a tabby cat, while Anna's August is a medium to large dog like a Springer Spaniel.

In pure comparison, it is still much smaller.

Because it is a relatively petite breed among cats, it is not even as good as the Maine Coon cat, which is naturally larger.

But in the category of tabby cats, this is really a very, very big and very, very round cat.

Although it ran silently, Lao Yang's eyes followed the rise and fall of the cat's round belly and the swaying of its tail.

In his mind, he unconsciously played the "da, da, da" BGM for the other party, as if even the ground of the airport was shaking with the vibration of this "kitten".

The key is to pull.

So cool.

I don't know how this cat was raised, but when it walks, it has a natural sense of majesty, like a mountain king or a bully patrolling the streets.

Among the people Lao Yang knew, there was only one person who could give him a similar feeling when walking.

Kazunari Sakai.

Kazunari Sakai is the object of Lao Yang's secret envy.

The example of Master Sakai vividly proves that appearance is not important (Uncle Sakai was very handsome when he was young, but unfortunately he became fat and deformed). As long as there is style, fat people can also be very stylish! Clothes can be very tasteful, and wives can be very beautiful...

A fat, greasy middle-aged man... can also have a global fan base!
He is simply like a life idol for middle-aged men who are either withering or about to wither and have a big belly!
With this in mind, it is simply incompetence and dereliction of duty for the Japanese government not to print his portrait on the 10000 yen banknote.

Fukuzawa Yukichi only founded Keijuku University. How could he become so fat and have such a global fan base?
joke.

What qualifications does he have to stand in front of Kazunari Sakai!

Kazunari Sakai was so round that he had no waist. Every time he walked, it seemed as if he was not walking, but rather a big rubber ball rolling and bouncing on the ground.

This cat is also so round that it has no waist.

When I ran, it seemed like I was not running, but a small tank was driving towards me from not far in front of me with a "da da da" sound.

When Miss Anna's dog turned its head to look at Lao Yang, that look in its eyes was the same as the look of the Duchess of France in the theater box, saying in a lazy French nasal voice, "Hey, I'm looking at the idiot."

When the cat glanced at Lao Yang and the many tourists behind him, its eyes that looked down upon the world seemed to be saying -

"Beep, beep, beep, the whole world is a big fool!"

Huh?
Why are they all fools?

Lao Yang once again felt insulted by a pet and turned his head away proudly.

"So cool! I wonder what kind of person can control a cat like this." When he turned his head, his throat moved and he sighed quietly in his heart.
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The young man walked out of the airport corridor.

The color combination of his whole body is very simple, only dark gray and light blue.

In July in Singapore, the temperature easily exceeds 30 degrees, but the air-conditioning in the airport hall is turned on very high, so the young man wears a sandalwood gray windbreaker as a coat.

The lower body is a pair of light blue pants.

exactly.

Sandalwood grey and light blue.

This is the color of the tiles on the airport ground and the skylight outside the dome.

The moment the man walked out of the airport passage, the dividing line between the glass dome and the ground in the distance coincided with his waistline.

The visual effect of contrasting colors made him suddenly realize that the earth was on his body and the sky was melting under his feet.

The light and shadows are mottled, and the sky and the earth are intertwined.

There was only a thin and tall shadow, dragged very long.

His excellence is like the tabby cat in front of him wagging its tail.

Something solidified outside the body, forming an illusion around them.

It is far more eye-catching, larger, and more "grand" than the original body, an organic body composed of dozens of kilograms of water, protein, and fat, enough to fill the huge space of the airport.

It is temperament, it is pagan solemnity, it is the cliff of the beautiful boy.

A little quiet, a little melancholy.

“This kind of light and shadow reminds me of Saint Sebastian.”

Next to Lao Yang, a young blond girl who seemed to be there to pick up the plane looked at the young man walking out of the airport passage and spoke softly in English.

Old Yang, who turned his head, happened to see this scene.

He assessed the other person's figure and then assessed the other person's appearance.

Ok.

Lao Yang suddenly was no longer in a hurry to pick someone up.

"Raphael's? You know a lot about painting. Are you here to see the Singapore Biennale as well?" He took two steps with his bulging belly and spoke in a deep, uncle's tone.

Saint Sebastian.

He is a famous beautiful young man in the Roman era in the epic.

According to legend, as a defeated general, he was tied to a tree by the Roman emperor, who ordered him to be shot with arrows, but when the ropes were loosened and the restraints were released.

He came back to life.

Many oil painters have created their own works on the theme of Saint Sebastian facing death.

Art books say that all paintings of Saint Sebastian try their best to show his muscular body, as well as the shock and magnificence that the pain and destruction caused by the arrow piercing his body bring to others.

Teacher Yang is a serious and cultured person.

I have very good grades in art history and an excellent memory.

As soon as the other person opened his mouth, he knew what he meant.

In a foreign country, the blonde girl is still an artistic girl who came to see the art exhibition.

At a time like this, who else but the super artist (assistant), cool uncle, and literary old man, Lao Yang?

Miss Elena, he blushes when he speaks shyly.

Facing this ordinary blonde girl, Lao Yang is still quite brave.

His charming soul was already burning.

"Yes. But not the oval face of Raphael's, but the one of Guido Reni."

The blonde girl smiled and turned her head in surprise.

Her eyes stayed on Lao Yang for less than a moment, and then she glanced at his little belly.

Immediately.

The smile on the girl's face disappeared, and she turned her head again without hesitation, looking curiously at the young man standing at the airport passage.

Lao Yang felt that he was subjected to invisible discrimination based on his appearance.

What's wrong with having a little belly?
Does having a small belly mean you are no longer a human being?
Is there a little belly stealing your rice?
"come on, come on, come on!"

Fortunately, he is a strong man, and the image of Kazunari Sakai appeared in his mind again to encourage himself.

It doesn’t matter if you’re not handsome, as long as you’re cool, stylish, and artistic, you can still attract female fans!
To compare this kind of thing, you need a reference.

According to normal social evaluation standards, Yang Dekang is considered a greasy middle-aged man with a small belly and an out-of-shape body.

If we use the body shape of Kazunari Sakai, who makes octopus balls or a yokozuna-level sumo wrestler, as a reference.

Lao Yang thinks.

I can be considered an "80% handsome guy".

"Oh, you know a lot. I was at the Florence Art Museum and talked with the curator about that painting. There's an interesting story about this painting. Do you know Yukio Mishima..." Old Yang spoke with an indomitable spirit.

The handsome young Saint Sebastian was one of the favorite subjects of Western artists in the classical era.

Almost everyone paints this kind of religious works.

Raphael painted it.

The Italian painter Guido Reni mentioned by the blonde girl also painted it.

Compared to Raphael's fame, Guido Reni's "Saint Sebastian" is more famous in the field of literature.

Yukio Mishima, a very important and controversial writer in modern Japanese history, was obsessed with this painting.

The young man in Guido Reni's painting is not handsome, but very beautiful.

It does not have the clear and deep facial features of Greek sculptures as depicted by many painters. Instead, the whole face is relatively soft, but is set off by the sky and the earth around it, giving it a tranquil and melancholy temperament.

handed down.

When Yukio Mishima saw this painting for the first time when he was young, he was shocked by the "masculine spirit" of the man in the painting.

He also played COSPLAY and specially invited the famous Japanese photographer Kishin Shinoyama to shoot a photo album for him based on "Saint Sebastian".

"…Mishima spent his entire life pursuing a certain kind of male beauty, believing that a man's appearance was not important. There is a joke that goes like this, he mocked Dazai Osamu, saying that at least half of his defects could be cured with cold water showers, machine gymnastics and a regular schedule."

Old Yang said with a smile and humor.

He picked out a short literary piece and threw it out, and then played along to it.

Appearance is not important.

Appearance is not important.

Appearance is not important, you know?

Say the important thing three times.

You have to look at the soul, look at the inner self. Look over here, look over here, look over here, the little sister next to you. Although Brother Yang doesn't have cold water showers, machine gymnastics, or a regular schedule, he has a delicate and loving heart!

It is true that he is a middle-aged uncle with a greasy belly.

But as long as one has eyes that are good at discovering beauty, one can see that within his broad chest lives a handsome and melancholy young poet.

The poet's soul is immortal.

The poet's soul is always young.

Lao Yang's charming soul burns like dry wood and raging fire.

I don’t know if it was because the crackling sound of the burning firewood was too obvious and the blonde girl next to him heard Teacher Yang’s shouting, or if his constant persuasion finally paid off.

The blonde girl next to me finally turned her head again.

"You... know a lot. Are you here to see the exhibition, too?"

"No, I am considered half an exhibitor, right?" Old Yang started to brag without thinking.

"You are an exhibiting artist!" She looked at Lao Yang, and her green eyes finally showed an moved expression.

I was moved not just by Lao Yang's identity.

Or maybe it was because the personal looks of the artists who originally participated in the Biennale were not quite what the girl had imagined, and she was moved by her shattered expectations.

She stared at the pick-up sign in Lao Yang's hand and tried to spell it.

“The participating artists of the Biennale are Gu, Guu, Guwei…”

"No, I'm not a painter."

"Almost, but better than that—"

Lao Yang proudly puffed out his belly and waved the folding screen mobile phone in his hand.

"I know Cao Xuan."

He raised his chin solemnly and said, "I'm somebody."

……

When our dear teacher Yang Dekang was busy pretending to be cool and flirting with foreign girls, he saw that Gu Weijing had not come out yet and forgot about his job.

The young man dragging the box has retrieved his cat.

"Awang, don't run around."

He lowered his head and said.

Maomao looked back, obviously unhappy.

How can you call it running around?
Kid, if you can’t speak, then don’t speak.

I come, I see, I conquer. All the lands that the Cat King sees should belong to the Cat King. Changi International Airport is no different from the Yangon River. It is just another territory of our Awang.

The tabby cat hesitated for a moment.

finally.

Faced with the threat of not being allowed to hold it, it still jumped into the pet carrying box tied to the suitcase behind the young man.

Taking a stroll after the meal and taking a look around can help digest the food.

Walking on four legs all the time is tiring for Awang, as a fat man, even if he is a flexible one.

Just think of it as the shit scooper carrying the sedan chair for His Majesty.JPG.

Let’s get going!

The cat on the suitcase meowed softly.

The young man stood there for a moment, looked around, and finally saw Lao Yang and the sign in his hand that read "Exhibiting Artist·Gu Weijing".

He was carrying a schoolbag, dragging a suitcase behind him, and a cat sitting on the suitcase, and walked towards this side.

As he got closer and walked out of the dome glass, a ball of midday light was painted above his head.

His face became clearer.

Yes.

This is a very beautiful man.

A more accurate description.

This is a young man who is not handsome enough, but handsome enough, just like the "Saint Sebastian" in the painting by Italian painter Guido Reni.

His face was very white, like rice paper under the warm sunshine.

The eyes are bright, like curtains by the window or rice fields by the water.

In the blink of an eye, the wind blew past, the curtains were lifted, and the rice ears fell down. Something implicit was brewing from the depths of the curtains or the ripples of the paddy fields.

A meaning.

But when you look closely it is obscured.

But apart from the eyes, if you take out each of the facial features, take a large photo, and stick it on a billboard to look at it carefully, they will all seem very ordinary... even mediocre.

It makes people wonder where the beauty is.

But when he walks towards you, with a sunny breath, people will immediately feel that he is really a rare and beautiful boy.

He is not a male idol who can be pasted in the bedroom, or a flat model who can appear on the cover of fashion.

He is someone who wants to look eye to eye.

Awang is a cat, a cat that can be put in a pet carrier.

It weighs only 29 pounds.

When it walked in front of people, it looked like a domineering miniature tank driving past.

And its owner looks like a big boy who has just reached adulthood.

His facial features are plain.

But when he walks towards you dragging his suitcase, green breeze, green bamboo, magnolia... these elegant words come alive in your heart one by one.

It makes your heart move slightly.

The young man stood outside the airport for a while and saw Lao Yang persistently chatting with the blonde girl, pretending to be an artistic uncle. He was talking a lot and had no intention of paying any attention to him.

and so.

He had no choice but to find a gap when Lao Yang was talking to the girl and speak up.

"——Yukio Mishima may be a very talented writer, but I really cannot agree with many of his views. As for me, it is also difficult for me to like any creator who may have militaristic tendencies. However, "Saint Sebastian" is indeed a good painting, with tense brushstrokes and accurate muscle lines."

His voice is warm.

"So, thank you for the compliment. It's rare for me to receive such compliments in my life."

The blonde turned her gaze towards him.

Smiled a little.

Almost immediately, he left aside Teacher Yang, who was trying hard to show off his talent and artistic temperament.

The literary girl's eyes lit up.

"Yes, yes. I am not used to reading some of his works. I find them a bit confusing. Do you understand oil painting and muscle lines? Excuse me, are you here to see the Singapore Biennale as well?"

she asked.

"Almost, but I'm here for the art exhibition," the young man said gently.

The blonde's eyes suddenly brightened.

Such an age.

Such a temperament.

That’s right!
This is the right feeling, this is what an elegant and charming artist looks like.

How can a great artist look like a Chihuahua?

It's really not pretty.

Lao Yang kept asking questions indirectly for so long that his hands were numb. He learned that the other party was a graduate student in Italy, and they came to Singapore together during the summer vacation to see an art exhibition and support the home team Ferrari in the F1 Grand Prix.

Lao Yang's topic just aroused the other party's little interest.

I was just trying to see if I could get the blonde's phone number, but suddenly someone intervened. What was going on?

There are rules for picking up girls. At least it should be based on first come first served.

He disliked these rude and handsome young people the most.

Not particular.

In this world, kids nowadays are so good at bragging that one is trying to outdo the other. And they still participate in art exhibitions?
Humph, the other person looks like a college student at most.

I wanted to participate in the Singapore Biennale when I was in college. Haha, don’t you see who you are? A biennale of this level, even if it is a second-rate student exhibition, would make art students from top universities scramble for it.

Stop talking about him.

Even a remarkable man like our Brother Yang can only be regarded as a passerby in college.

CAFA has quotas to participate in various biennials or related activities every year, but unfortunately, none of them fall to Lao Yang.

Huh?
Young people, attending the Singapore Biennale, at the Esplanade, getting off the plane at this time.

This voice...if you listen carefully, it seems a little familiar.

Yang Dekang, who was about to expose his shameless lies, couldn't help but feel moved. He turned around and looked at the other person seriously.

Then--

Old Yang was stunned.

"Gu...Brother Gu, is that you?" Old Yang took a step back suddenly, his lips trembling uncontrollably.

It’s no wonder that Lao Yang has poor eyesight.

Strictly speaking.

Although they had called each other many times, Lao Yang and Gu Weijing had only met in person twice in the past six months.

One time was during the Spring Festival, during a cultural cooperation project.

another time.

It was the time when Old Yang, following Old Cao's "order", flew to Yangon to deliver the thank-you gift from Elena's family, and met outside the Shwedagon Pagoda.

We only met a few times.

If it were an ordinary person, they would just forget it, and it would be normal not to recognize the handwriting when they meet again.

But who is Lao Yang?

In order to look cool, show off his style and pick up girls, he spent two nights memorizing all the English poems of Keats.

His memory is amazing.

He didn't recognize Gu Weijing, and didn't even think of Gu Weijing. One reason was that he was far away and it was because of the light.

Secondly.

The main reason is that Gu Weijing’s temperament has changed so much.

(End of this chapter)