Almighty painter

Chapter 732 Hello, my name is Katsuko Sakai

The same words came out of my mouth.

The person who is speaking and the person who is listening have all different feelings in their hearts.

Miss Elena looked at Katsuko Sakai's sad and silent face.

Did she realize anything?
No.

not enough.

This is not enough.

Emotions that are unbearable, emotions that cannot be expressed, emotions that cannot be understood but remain forever in the heart, they are the highest form of expression of thinking.

If you can't face it, it will become suffering.

Facing the past is wealth.

She, Katsuko Sakai, should have wealth, not suffering.

“Most things in this world can only be answered in your heart after struggle, choice, and pain.”

Seeing Katsuko Sakai's appearance.

Anna's heart, her cold and hard heart, softened a little.

The woman gently controlled the wheelchair to move next to the girl and placed her palm lightly on Katsuko's back.

Not a caress.

But resist.

Gentle but firm.

She was feeling the other person's pain, like a beautiful and holy angel blessing the helpless little girl.

"Love... its origin, process and solution will be a problem that troubles mankind for millennia." The woman's voice was soft and clear. "We can't really understand it, but we can always feel it, feel it from the bottom of our hearts. Feel love like a painter feels beauty."

“It’s love or not love, it’s joy or pain. If you don’t know who to ask, you might as well calm down and ask yourself.”

She said: "Your heart will tell you what love is, just as your heart will tell you what beauty is..."

"You know. I know you know. I understand you know. Sakai Katsuko."

Miss Elena repeated it three times.

Her demeanor was something between that of a philosopher uttering fatalistic prophecies and that of an empress issuing inviolable orders.

You know.

You know.

You know.

The clear and cold voice echoed in Katsuko Sakai's pink earlobes.

The sound of bronze bells from the distant snow-capped mountains was reflected in the echoes of thousands of valleys.

Ding, clang, clang.

Ding, clang, clang.

The bell rang, dispersing the spring mist.

"Katsuko, you are trapped by your fog, you are trapped by your confusion. But the moment you know yourself, you will find your own strength. The moment you awaken, is the moment you will walk out of the fog."

Anna felt the soft warmth of the girl's waist from her palm.

“Think about Gu Weijing, and more importantly, think about yourself and deal with it. Get your mood in order. Get ready for the exhibition and the symposium. This year’s Singapore will be your moment. You must be steadfast and seize it.”

"There are many, many works worthy of attention at this year's art exhibition, and there are also many, many truly excellent painters who are worthy of attention."

"The cats in Detective Cat? That kind of watercolor technique is really impressive, isn't it? It reminds me of Mr. Menzel, the national treasure watercolor painter in Germany, who can paint cats like a court ball. And the central booth of CDX Gallery is also cleverly designed..."

Katsuko Sakai's eyes moved.

As she listened to Miss Elena's story, she felt as if she was slowly falling back to the human world from the void.

Yes.

I know what I want.

Yes.

I also know my heart.

It is a feeling of a fog covering one's surroundings and slowly dissipating, and also a feeling of a small backpack in one's heart slowly being filled with sour memories.

She looked into her heart, feeling the fear, feeling the pain.

The fear of losing.

The pain of loss.

Both sour and astringent.

But fear is better than nothing.

Sour and astringent fruits are better than tasteless fruits. Sour and astringent fruits are living fruits, while tasteless fruits are dead fruits, the molds in art classrooms and the offerings on shrines and graves.

Emptiness is nothingness.

Fear is power.

At the beginning, she answered Miss Elena incoherently. She didn't know what the other person was saying. She was also thinking about her own things and didn't know what she was answering.

It's all just the body's instinctive reaction.

after that.

A word or two, a name or two comes to mind, the words become sentences, and the sentences gradually become paragraphs.

Katsuko Sakai gradually calmed down.

In just a few words and a few minutes, Katsuko Sakai seemed to have gone through her life again.

From an illiterate baby who babbled and felt the world with the most instinctive and primitive reactions, to someone who gradually learned one or two words, and learned to express himself, communicate, and use sentences.

Until you grow up.

The body does not need to grow.

Her body has grown.

This is the growth of the soul. What she learned was not "words", but in the process of walking out of the fog, she learned about "herself".

The warmth of the sun shone through the glass skylight above her head onto Shengzi's body, onto her head and shoulders, seeping into her hair, and into her clothes through her collar.

Trance.

Shengzi seemed to see himself again in the square next to the Buddhist temple.

She stood barefoot in the golden square bathed in the sun, and looked sideways curiously at the young man sitting there, sketching on his IPAD.

Then she let go of her brother's hand and reached out.

"Hello, my name is Katsuko Sakai."
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"Go and have a look at Cui Xiaoming's works. Do you know him? He is only in his twenties this year, very young, and can almost be considered a painter of the same generation as you. I think he is very interesting. I think the younger generation of painters should have a lot in common. You can chat about it together--"

Anna mentioned Cui Xiaoming.

It's not that she admires Cui Xiaoming to her core.

Cui Xiaoming's works have unique ingenuity, but they are far from the level of Detective Cat, which has polished the techniques to the point of being full of rhythm.

For Cui Xiaoming.

Anna just had a good impression at first sight, but it was just expectation, not admiration.

At least not now.

She mentioned Cui Xiaoming just to tell Sakai Katsuko that at the age of 18, people will inevitably mistake the first heartbeat for an unswerving love, thinking that it will last forever. At the age of 18, people will also easily mistake a momentary excitement for a spark that only comes once in a lifetime.

The chirping of cicadas and the croaking of frogs are certainly very beautiful things.

It can also lead to misjudgment and confusion.

When you were young, you saw your first frog by the pond. That emerald green creature with big eyes puffed its cheeks towards you and croaked.

then.

You smiled and laughed at it.

You can't stop laughing at it.

You thought it was a magical creature that you would only see once in your life, you thought it would only quack at you, and you thought that was praise and resonance from you.

You will remember it for a lifetime.

When you grow up, you travel to many places and visit many ponds, and then you understand that it is just an ordinary frog among the one million frogs in the world, and it is just one ordinary call among the one million calls in a frog's life.

It's not calling out to you.

It calls to everyone.

A magical animal that truly resonates with your soul is enough to make a person remember it for a lifetime.

But if you treat ordinary frog croaking as a rare treasure, one day, after hearing and seeing it too much, you will feel bored and regretful.

Miss Elena could see that Katsuko Sakai was still immersed in her own thoughts.

When mentioning Gu Weijing.

Her heart was still shrouded in fog.

Ms. Sakai answered absentmindedly.

Ms. Sakai's silence is heartbreaking.

Anna mentioned Cui Xiaoming in the hope of telling Katsuko Sakai that the world is big, the stage for art is broad, and you have the opportunity to meet many, many very interesting people.

For example, Detective Cat.

Another example is Cui Xiaoming, a young painter whose works have both the courage to innovate and interesting ideas.

"Cui Xiaoming's works are a combination of Eastern and Western styles, and the content carries themes that satirize the current state of the art society and industry, which is very thoughtful... I can see his innovation and new ideas, and he also has his own unique expression. This is at least much better than just verbally calling for environmental protection or caring for orphans, and shouting these big slogans... I have read the content introduction of Gu Weijing's work in the catalog. Without your help, he wouldn't even have a good booth-"

Katsuko Sakai pursed her lips.

She felt a dull depression.

The prejudice against Gu Weijing in Miss Elena's tone made her feel depressed.

Katsuko Sakai felt a deep sense of discomfort.

Career and your heart?
How should people choose?

The wisest choice at this moment, and probably the only correct choice, is to continue to respond obediently and wait for the topic to end automatically.

She has participated in various art competitions since she was a child and is accustomed to dealing with the cameras of reporters, media, and judges.

Just like that.

Even if she only relied on her body's instincts, she could respond decently and appropriately to everyone's satisfaction.

As long as Shengzi wants, her words can carry the taste of golden and crispy donuts baked with wheat flour!

Who hates donuts?

eat.

They smiled sweetly at each other.

It was just a very pleasant conversation, just like what she had just done in the office of curator Tonks accompanied by her parents.

It would be a very, very, very unwise choice to offend the curator when the exhibition is just opening.

And at the beginning of the exhibition, it would be doubly unwise, trebly unwise to offend the editor-in-chief of Oil Painting magazine, the little queen of the art world, and the heiress to the Irene family.

Even ten times more unwise.

For the past six hundred years, from the Renaissance to the nineteenth century, the aristocrats had been the true masters and stars of the art world.

Artists and their works are just satellites.

They only shine because they reflect the starlight, and the Elena family is the brightest one among all the stars.

They have been sponsors and patrons of artists for six centuries, helping countless famous art masters realize their dreams.

Just as starlight can cast shadows, beyond the pink bubbles of all fairy tales, there is a dark and deep other side that the bubbles cannot cover.

This extremely brilliant story can also be told in another way.

Most of the painters sponsored by the Irina family were successful, but the painters disliked by the Irina family... their names were never recorded in most art history books.

They can be really tolerant, or they can pretend to be tolerant.

That's because these people are born superior, so they have enough confidence to not take other people's offenses to heart.

It's like looking at a little tabby cat with its teeth bared.

What weight can a little kitten have in front of a real noble person?

The tolerance and kindness of the noble man, along with the ostentation and arrogance that comes from wealth and power, are in his bones.

It’s okay for a kitten to scratch people, but if it really hurts someone or really offends someone.

If they want you dead, it only takes a word.

Historically, the Medici family was the uncrowned king of Italy. They sponsored famous painters throughout Florence, and their family's gold coins supported the entire Italian Renaissance. But did they really treat the painters around the family, or even just one of them, as close friends who were equal to themselves?
What essential differences could there be in the Irene family of Austria in history?
They are the kings of art.

And the king of art in Europe is always the king of power.

Even the young woman in the wheelchair next to me no longer has the "Feng" between her surname, which represents her difference from ordinary people, and the passport in her hand does not have the words "Ihre Hohei (Your Highness)" attached to it.

Looks like he has become an ordinary person.

How could he really be an ordinary person?

Even though this is the smallest and most powerless generation in the history of Irena's family, as long as she works as the visual manager of Oil Painting magazine for one day, she will still be the uncrowned king of the art world.

Katsuko Sakai is her father and mother's little princess.

Anna Elena.

She is the little princess of the entire art industry and number one on the list of powerful people.

History has proven that Miss Elena is not a good-tempered person.

Someone she doesn't like.

Neither Van Dorn nor Sir Brown ever felt comfortable.

"In every sense, it is really stupid to offend such a person." This thought flashed through Katsuko Sakai's mind.

To offend her might be even more irrational than to offend that Brother Hao.

Having offended Brother Hao, she took a plane borrowed from her father and left the country overnight, escaping from Brother Hao's sphere of influence and being safe.

Offended Anna.

No matter where she goes, how can she escape the sword-like pen?
She would seize her by the neck as a hound seizes a fox in the woods, and kill her, and her career as a painter.

Ok.

In the best case scenario, the Irina family is now in a critical period of power struggle. Considering her father's big belly, perhaps Anna Irina will not care.

But she also lost a great opportunity, didn't she?

When we meet.

How many times had the other person smiled at her? Gu Weijing was already a thing of the past. And they, they would become good friends.

smile.

They have a chance to become good friends.

smile.

The friendship of the Elena family and the olive branch extended by the Elena family are right in front of you. Just smile and get through this exhibition smoothly.

This year's Singapore is her defining moment.

Director Tonks was looking at her.

Her father and mother were also watching her.

Miss Sakai tried several times to force a gentle smile on her face, but she just couldn't.

"—— Cui Xiaoming's composition... the idea is also very brave... I like brave people——"

Miss Elena is still talking.

Her voice was very pleasant, but Katsuko Sakai had no intention of listening. The sound rang in her ears so clearly and made her uneasy.

She is still talking, still talking.

The more she talked, the more depressed Katsuko Sakai felt.

enough.

That's enough.

Why are you still talking, why are you still talking here...why!
"...to feel a person's heart, don't use his words, use his brushstrokes... use his true appearance..." Miss Elena's lips opened and closed in front of her eyes.

She was looking at herself.

Feel your heart and let it be. Feel your heart and let it be. Katsuko Sakai felt that her soul had not fallen from the empty clouds back to the ground.

She crossed the ground.

She sank deeper and deeper into herself.

What kind of person are you really like?
That long night, she sat in the back seat of the Lexus, watching the scenery behind her getting farther and farther away, and could only cry.

She did nothing.

That long night, she looked at the breakup text message on her phone, feeling confused and speechless.

She didn't do anything either.

When her father switched to Gu Weijing's booth, she looked at her own name on the booth and could only accept it obediently.

She didn't do anything either.

Yes.

and so.

At this moment, when Miss Elena was telling her about Gu Weijing, Katsuko Sakai tried to force a smile, she...

"Shut up." Katsuko Sakai said softly.

"what?"

Miss Elena was slightly stunned.

She asked this because she didn't hear what Katsuko Sakai said clearly.

She was stunned because Anna noticed the change in the girl's eyes.

The confused, disembodied, empty sadness was gone, the wet and hazy feeling was gone, and some emotion was blooming in her eyes.

The first time they met, she noticed that Katsuko Sakai had beautiful pupils.

just now.

Anna just realized how beautiful she was.

Like lilacs in bloom.

"That's enough, I say."

Katsuko Sakai's tone was calm, yet clear, and echoed clearly throughout the third floor of the Esplanade.

Because of the open design of the exhibition hall.

Almost with an echo.

Shengzi shook off the hand that was supporting Miss Elena from behind.

Anna was stunned in astonishment.

The Sakai couple, who were looking at this side with a smile in the distance, were also stunned. The blonde aunt frowned, and Sakai Kazunari opened his mouth wide, and was so frightened that he almost burped like a donut.

Tonks and his curatorial assistant, who were discussing something in private in the distance, were also stunned.

Tonks turned her head sharply and looked over here. Her neck was twisted so much that she almost got a stiff neck. She almost let out a "woof", no, an "ah".

even.

Katsuko Sakai herself was also distracted for a moment.

Even she didn't expect that she would say such words, but she said them involuntarily as the words came out.

She felt no awe.

She has no regrets.

Then, Shengzi actually laughed softly, and her laughter was refreshing and pleasant.

This was the first time that Katsuko Sakai smiled from the bottom of her heart in these days. She didn't know why she was laughing, she just wanted to laugh.

Her heart still felt sour, painful and bitter.

Fear surged in her heart.

But Miss Sakai still wanted to laugh.

She seemed to have released all the mess, all the confusion, all the regret and repression in this fleeting smile.

"Cui Xiaoming? He's just a plagiarist."

Katsuko Sakai said in a crisp voice.

She didn't lower her voice deliberately, she knew that she could hear her voice, the woman in the wheelchair could hear it, her parents in the distance could hear it, and curator Tonks could hear it.

They could hear everyone in the third-floor patio of the entire Esplanade.

"He copied Gu Weijing's paintings, copied Gu Weijing's compositions, and copied Gu Weijing's original ideas."

"I know this is a very, very serious accusation, and I also know it is almost impossible to prove. But I also know that this is the fact. If he is not satisfied, he can sue me."

"Gu Weijing? I did leave him."

Katsuko Sakai stared into Miss Elena's eyes and said calmly, "I deeply regret this. I don't regret ever liking him. I regret that if I could go back to that night, I would make a different choice."

"Gu Weijing's grandfather was indeed just a small businessman who opened a calligraphy and painting shop. Gu Weijing's cousin was indeed involved in a money laundering case. Gu Weijing himself... he really wanted to win the award. He wanted it very much."

"That, that--"

Uncle Sakai was standing beside him, stretching his neck and trying to roll over.

But he was stopped by his wife.

"It has come to this, let Shengzi finish speaking." The blonde aunt grabbed her husband's clothes and said to him.

"All of these things are true, and all of these things are the truth, but so what?" Every word Katsuko Sakai said was as clear as a verdict.

"Miss Anna Elena, when you casually use your own standards to judge others, I hope you understand that not everyone in this world is born with the conditions you have—"

Shengzi paused.

"No... I should say that almost no one in this world can have the conditions you have when they are born. Miss Elena, you don't know what the real world is like. Miss Elena, you don't know how much helplessness there is in real life."

"Gu Weijing is a truly brave man."

“He also painted a truly excellent piece.”

Katsuko Sakai put her hands on the railing.

"You have been using your own standards to judge others. You wonder why a brave person who painted an excellent work cannot get a good exhibition booth, so when you evaluate others, you don't even bother to take a look."

"Do not."

"Anna Elena, you have to understand that not every outstanding person in this world can be treated fairly."

(End of this chapter)