Mrs. Sakai looked at Mona's Self-Portrait and shook her head secretly.

In her opinion,

This little girl is really not suitable for studying painting, she can go to study fashion design, to learn print advertising, to learn architectural art, or simply to read ordinary cultural classes.

It is more promising than learning to paint.

The fairest thing about cultural courses such as mathematics, physics, and chemistry is that as long as a student works hard, he or she can get good grades.

Reading is a good thing that can rarely be encountered in life, and the reward is almost always positively correlated with the result.

However, painting is not good.

It's not that Mona isn't smart, it's not that she's not working hard enough...... She just lacks the innate aura of her daughter Katsuko Sakai, as evidenced by this "Self-Portrait".

A good painter can easily distinguish between the priorities of a picture.

"Unless the painting is dedicated to the very important identity of a king, a knight, a priest, the portrait is always the most important part of the picture. Miss Sandenu, I can put up with the deformity of your portraits, with empty eyes and a lack of emotion in your countenance...... I can understand that there is something wrong with your abilities. ”

"But the most unacceptable thing about your painting is that you obviously put a lot more effort into painting your clothes than on the characters. The theme is unclear and noisy. It's not just a matter of ability, it's all wrong art ideas, and the harder you work, the worse the picture performance will be. ”

Mrs. Sakai shook her head helplessly.

This is a matter of talent, the cruelest side of art.

It's not impossible for a child to draw and have no one to guide him, so it's not impossible to make this kind of mistake.

But I wrote the comment "putting the cart before the horse" in the portfolio, and the girl was still confused.

It shows that she really doesn't have the talent to eat this bowl of rice.

"Professor, but this is a graduate student of the Royal College of Art, pointing out my line drafts." Mona's brow furrowed, "He once said that this painting is fine. ”

"So what?" Mrs. Sakai asked rhetorically, shrugging her shoulders.

The Royal Academy of Art, one of the top 30 art schools in the world.

It sounds like a bluff, but in the eyes of people of Mrs. Sakai's level, it's still just a child's play.

There are hundreds of art students who are admitted to prestigious schools, but how many can become artists in the end?

"Obviously, he is also a mediocre man with little artistic talent, and he is a mistaken child." Mrs. Sakai said lightly.

Mrs. Sakai has always judged whether she has or is not talented by the criteria of whether she can become an artist.

The vast majority of ordinary art practitioners and even some mid-range painters, because the level is not high enough, is far from the time to fight for talent.

Ordinary people with poor talents, with more hard work, it is not difficult to become an ordinary painter with a petty bourgeois life or go to a famous art academy.

But if the goal is only set here, it is not worth teaching Mrs. Sakai at all.

"Graduate student at the Royal College of Art...... You're referring to Mr. Hank from Class 09. The oil painting teacher at Dulwich College, who was passing by, spoke at this time.

When a celebrity like Mrs. Sakai comes to an international school, not only are the students excited, but the oil painting teachers often bring a small horse to the classroom to listen to the lessons.

The adult society knows more about the weight of this kind of art family from the cloud.

Befriending Mrs. Sakai is something that the oil painting teacher doesn't dare to expect at all, and it's also great to be able to listen to the class.

When I heard about the seniors of the Royal Academy of Art, the oil painting teacher immediately had an impression.

Hank of Level 09,

When he was admitted to the Royal College of Art as a graduate student, he caused a sensation on campus, and the billboards were full of relevant information.

Even if Hank wasn't a Royal College of Art.

Compared with Germany and France, the one-year graduate program in the UK is almost the most popular in Europe, but students who can go out of Myanmar can be admitted to such a school.

It's also like an inspirational student who was admitted to Tsinghua University for a master's degree from a small local middle school, and he also came back to Dulwich to give a lecture as a successful person.

"If I'm not mistaken, Hank was supposed to be a fashion design major." The oil painting teacher shook his head, as if to support Mrs. Sakai's statement: "He specializes in fashion clothing, and it is normal to guide oil painting to have such a problem." ”

"My Daughter Georgia, that painting is also ......" Mona muttered suddenly.

The oil painting teacher didn't react for a while.

Mrs. Sakai's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Yes, it's 'My Daughter Georgia,' and it's great to think of this Naomi Alexander painting."

Mrs. Sakai looked at Mona repeatedly, as if she had reacquainted herself with the girl, and nodded approvingly: "That famous painting is a typical example of light clothing and heavy figures. Even the texture of the clothes has been specially guided, allowing the audience to focus more on the faces of the characters. ”

can draw inferences so quickly.

Perhaps, my judgment just now was a little arbitrary.

This Miss Sandnu still has some aura.

Mona no longer cared about what Mrs. Sakai was saying, she wasn't even listening to the details of what Professor Cruz was talking about.

"Overwhelming", "complicated costumes cover up the original characteristics and details of the characters. ”

Mona's mind was full of this comment over and over again, like a bronze bell ringing in her ear, which made her brain hurt and her face turned pale.

It's not because the professor's criticism hit her too hard that Mona can't accept it.

Because—she vaguely remembered, someone had said the same thing in her ear.

Mona...... Do you remember "My Daughter Georgia"? ”

"It's not a good thing that you paint too bright colors and have too many elaborate decorations on your clothes."

"The limbs and body of the picture are not naturally connected, as if they were a pile of bricks inserted into it."

……

The gentle voices rang in Mona's ears one by one.

She remembers that she used to be so dismissive of Gu Weijing's "naïve" view, thinking that the other party wanted to question the art concept of a graduate student of the Royal Academy of Art.

Originally

She was the clown herself.

Mona looked dazed, feeling that her heart was in turmoil, her throat was tight, and she was a little out of breath.

It's really annoying.

It's good to get together and disperse, don't be entangled with each other, why are there always shadows of each other in your own life.

"Mona, what's wrong with you. Let's go to the public studio and paint for a while, and then go to dinner together in the evening? ”

Jerry noticed Mona, who was pale in the corner of the classroom, and leaned over.

"No, I want to be quiet. Go eat it yourself. ”

Mona whispered.

"You don't look good, do you want me to pour you a cup of coffee?" Jerry just wanted to show the Sunshine Boy's [boyfriend power].

"Forget it, Mr. Jerry, let me be quiet for a moment, okay."

In normal times, Jerry's behavior is naturally a good plus.

But now, Mona's mind is so confused that she just feels like a fly flying around her, and she can't be quiet.

"I'll take you to the school doctor......"

"You're not finished, I said I want to be alone. Mr. Jerry, you have a problem with your comprehension! ”

Mona finally couldn't help it, turned her head and yelled in a somewhat sharp tone.

Jerry looked embarrassed and stunned.

The words spoke,

Mona also realized that she was too out of shape, and she shook her head: "I'm sorry, I'm not in a good mood right now. ”

After that,

She ignored Jerry, grabbed her school bag on the side, shook her arm, and walked out of the classroom quickly.

"What's the matter, Professor Cruz criticizing her?"

Jerry looked at the girl's back as she left, dazed.

……

Yangon's affluent district, West River Association.

Myanmar is the richest Yangon, and Yangon is the richest on the West River.

If the lack of water and electricity in the Layada district is the hell of the city, then the West River district is the paradise of the city.

This is where the richest concentration of the rich in Myanmar is located.

Famous horses, beautiful wine, everything, magnificent.

As early as the 19th century, when European colonizers first set foot on the land of East Asia, they compared the old royal palace district on the banks of the Yangon River with the streets around the Louvre on the Seine River, and called it the Little Paris of the East.

The West River Association is located in the center of the entire wealthy area.

Not far to the east is Khun Sa's mansion in Yangon, where the former Golden Triangle No. 1 drug lord decided to surrender to the Burmese government in 1996.

For the sake of stability in the north, the Burmese government did not even dare to extradite the drug lord to Interpol.

The underworld thug, who once monopolized 45% of the world's drug trade, ruled the entire northern part of Myanmar, and was worth more than 100 billion dollars at its peak, about the same as the top 10 drug lords in Colombia combined, spent the last eleven years of his life here.

According to the gossip tabloids in Yangon,

It is rumored that one of Kunsha's favorite things to do in his later years was to sit on the balcony on the second floor of the villa, holding a copy of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", smoking a Burmese elephant brand cigarette, slowly watching the sun set from the golden roof of the Xihe Hall not far away, thinking about life.

Tom Cruise, tennis king Federer, lead singer of the rock band Green Day......

Surrounded by various international celebrities' resorts in Yangon, Sai Ho Hall is like a small piece of amber, freezing the black and white of Myanmar and changing times.

It has also changed hands several times,

Today, the owner of the Xihe Guild Hall is a mysterious wealthy businessman.

As soon as the bald head approached the door of the hall, he was immediately greeted by a capable female maître executive wearing a custom-made suit and a black headset in her ear.

"This way, please."

The maîtress did not greet the bald head, nor did she say any polite words of welcome.

She just said something to the headset she was holding, and then reached out and motioned for the bald head to follow her.

"Brother Hao is gathering Yaxuan to entertain guests, and he asked you to go directly." The maîtress pressed against the dark walls of the hallway, and the side door slid open, revealing a delicate pathway.

In order to guarantee the privacy of our guests,

The West River Hall has been redesigned by renowned London-based architects Foster and Partners, with a variety of intricate passageways dividing small boxes into grids on a chessboard.

There will never be an embarrassing scene where the guests are secretly talking about great things with the rebellious political leaders in the box, only to go out and bump into the political enemies who have dinner here.

As a side effect, if you walk alone and have no one to guide you, it's easy to get lost in these cobweb-like corridors.

Of course, a bald head will not get lost.

Many years ago, this hall was bought by Brother Hao for $230 million, and as an important horse boy under Brother Hao who handled the underworld business, the bald head was already familiar with this place.

“…… Brother Hao, I heard that there is a special team in the judiciary investigating you, and it is in charge of a senior police inspector in Yangon......"

When the bald head pushed open the door of the Juyaxuan box, the room was filled with smoke.

A middle-aged man stands with his back to the doorway facing a gilded statue of a Bodhisattva, holding the fragrance of three Zen cigarettes in his hands.

Brother Hao doesn't like to smoke, but he has three hobbies.

I love famous paintings, I love old movies, and I like to worship Buddha.

This Burmese godfather of the underworld seems to be a very elegant person, like a gentle teacher in the school, more than a street tyrant who draws a knife and sees blood at every turn.

Needless to say, Brother Hao started by counterfeiting artworks.

Howe's favorite treasures are a page of the original manuscript of "The Godfather" that he bought at high price, and a telephoto lens from a Kodak 4037 film camera from the '70s, which was used in the filming of the classic old movie "The Godfather" released in 1972, and the lens is signed by Hollywood director Francis Coppola.

As for worshipping the Buddha.

It is the habit of Brother Hao when he is old, and he even invited two Hinayana Buddhist monks from Thailand to explain the Dharma to himself.

Every time the bald head sees Brother Hao respectfully raising his hand to burn incense, he has an indescribable weird feeling.

They are often the ones who worship the martial saint Guan and the underworld.

It is very ...... to recite Buddhist scriptures that emphasize the reincarnation of good and evil, and that life and death are rewarded It's not mainstream.

Of course, he didn't dare to make fun of him, and he didn't dare to borrow his guts.

The bald head knows that all the people in Myanmar who dare to make fun of Brother Hao have long since died.

After approaching the door, the bald head only glanced at the back of Brother Hao, who was burning incense, and his eyes fell on the guests who were being entertained by the boss in Juyaxuan.

It was a man in a police uniform.

He knows this guy,

He was transferred from Mandalay to Yangon as a deputy police inspector, in his early forties, and his father seemed to be a division commander in the military, and he was considered a son of an official eunuch with a deep background, and he seemed to be the director of a police station or a deputy director.

On the outside, it's also a bull-breaking character with hands and eyes.

At this time, in front of Brother Hao, he was reporting his work like a small follower.

The Myanmar officialdom has not been bought by Brother Hao, and there have always been Leng Touqing who don't know whether he is alive or dead and wants to move Brother Hao.

However, it often hasn't started yet, and the details of the plan are just like this time, and they are all leaked by those who want to please Brother Hao, and the ending is already doomed.

The bald head listened to both ears, and wanted to leave the box for a while, avoiding this kind of intimate conversation.

"Stay, they're all their own brothers, there's nothing to avoid, is there anything to do?" Brother Hao waved his hand to signal no.

"It's not a big deal, it's just the Gu Weijing you fancied, I don't know what to do, and the oil and salt don't enter."

The bald head scratched his head and smiled a little fiercely.

"Originally, there was no need to trouble Brother Hao for this kind of thing, but you seem to like him a lot."

"So I want to ask you, since he toasted and didn't eat, did he still want to unload his arm as usual, or tie up his cousin, and teach the young man a long lesson?"

(End of chapter)