Gu Weijing didn't know how surprised Miss Sakai was at this time, he was in an immersive state of painting.

All I could think of was the view outside the window, the sketchpad in front of me, and the paintbrush in my hand.

Gu Weijing's penmanship is like flying,

Without the original work in front of him as a reference, the angle from the window of the porter's cottage looking at the building is slightly different from the perspective from which Carroll was framing.

Coupled with the passage of 150 years, the weathering and gloss of the stone on the surface of the old church have also undergone subtle changes.

If you have to take a ruler and a semicircle to measure a little bit, there are still some differences between the shape of the old church in Gu Weijing and the shape of the old church in Carol's pen.

If it is simply used - it can not be worse than the original line and color point position, one-to-one copy.

This condition is used as a criterion for similarity.

This work may not even be as accurate as the original Gu's book gallery, when he used a projector to illuminate "Old Church" on his easel, and then carefully traced it with a pencil.

However, the restoration pursued by art copying has never required the copyist to make a complete copy of the original work like a printer.

It is the consistency of the penmanship and the fit of the soul.

Gu Weijing's painting now, the expressiveness of the brushstrokes and the richness of the colors are much higher than before.

The increase in experience points,

Not only can it be used to express candlelight, but also in the architectural structure of the church, the color and shadow of the wall, there is also a clear improvement.

For the first time in my life,

Gu Weijing felt the image of Carroll's "Old Church on a Thunderstorm" gushing out of his heart, all kinds of pigments flowing freely on the tip of the brush, intertwined with the canvas woven from flax fibers.

It feels so clear and real.

He used to be just a clumsy imitation of Handan's toddler.

What I am doing now is to "print" the original painting out of my soul with my heart.

This is fundamentally different.

The three thousand experience points were poured like a waterfall, allowing Gu Weijing to finally cross the invisible threshold between [Likeness] and [Likeness], and he seemed to be able to detect the gaze of the female painter from the distant time.

Gu Weijing slightly retouched the dark clouds and lightning on a thunderstorm day, and the reflection effect on the white masonry structure on the surface of the church, perfecting the details until the copying was completed.

A prompt appears on the virtual panel.

[The current copy of the painting - "The Old Church on a Thunderstorm" has been completed! 】

He heard the sound of the system.

[Similarity of this copy: 59.6%, you have already obtained a mid-level treasure chest in the system!] 】

Gu Weijing gently wiped the light sweat from his forehead with his wrist.

He didn't rush to check the treasure chest.

The spiritual resonance with the female painter's predecessors made him sleepwalk after stopping writing, and his expression was in a trance for a moment.

Gu Weijing gently handed the paintbrush in his hand to Katsuko Sakai, who was stunned, and walked out of the gatehouse hut himself.

After a moment's hesitation, he stepped into the rain in the courtyard.

It's like stepping into the scenery under your own brush.

The rain is not cold, but only slightly cool, the night obscures the chimneys of modern factories in the distance, and the Good Luck Orphanage seems to be frozen in the picture scroll of time islands, a dream from the long nineteenth century that has not yet woken up.

Gu Weijing squatted down slightly, touched the rain-soaked land with his fingers, and said hello to the ghost who seemed to have come to life for a short time under his own brush.

"Hello, Miss Carroll."

"Hello, little painter of later generations." A cold female voice in the darkness responded to Gu Weijing's greeting.

Gu Weijing woke up from a trance,

It wasn't a hallucination, he actually heard someone respond.

He turned around in surprise and found that it was Katsuko Sakai who walked to Gu Weijing's side with an umbrella.

The girl smiled playfully, tilted her head and said, "I saw the birth of a miracle, and I think Carol's predecessors must have seen it too, so I will answer you for her." ”

Sakai Katsuko tilted her umbrella to block the rain falling above her head for Gu Weijing, and her eyes seemed to be amazing, reverent, and love.

……

"Katsuko has really grown up."

At this time, Mrs. Sakai was not in a good mood.

opposite

She's like any mother who finds her sweet little padded jacket being worn by other bastards, a little manic, a little powerless.

Mrs. Sakai sat silently on the hotel sofa, with a bottle of white wine from the hotel cupboard on the coffee table beside her.

The bottle of white wine was opened, and there was a random news program on the television.

Mrs. Sakai didn't have the heart to drink, let alone watch TV.

The blonde lady just held a goblet in her hands and sniffed the liquor lightly, distracting herself with the smell of ethanol and vanillin and the sound of the television.

Only in this way can I suppress the urge that keeps popping up in Mrs. Sakai's heart to rush out and catch Katsuko back.

She is anxious like a desperate housewife in a TV series who is worried about her children's education.

Mrs. Sakai didn't sleep that deeply.

By the time Katsuko Sakai was in the living room and had seen Suso apply makeup like a little hamster, she had already opened her eyes.

Mrs. Sakai resisted the urge to question her daughter, watched Katsuko Sakai disappear at the door of the hotel, opened her mouth several times, and said nothing after all.

Mrs. Sakai is not the kind of parent who insists on treating her daughter as a prisoner.

She restrains Katsuko just to hope that her daughter can have the best life.

She knows her daughter.

For a child like Katsuko, who has always been very well-behaved and gentle, he really made up his mind and made up his mind, but it was even more difficult to pull it back.

When the family goes out to play this kind of thing, the more disciplined they are, the more rebellious they are.

If she dares to lock Katsuko in her room, Katsuko dares to escape through the window of the balcony outside.

What if you really watch it?

Katsuko is about to become an adult,

She can prevent it once or twice, but she can't prevent it three or four times.

Even if Mrs. Sakai really followed Katsuko 24 hours a day and controlled her daughter's feet, the other party would definitely not be happy.

When the time comes, the relationship between mother and daughter is still prone to problems.

Why bother?

Mrs. Sakai was also young, and she also came from the time of a little girl.

Childhood

Parents are your whole world, but one day, your good daughter will like another boy, and her mother will no longer be her closest person.

She won't listen to you anymore and will be distracted by that bastard boy, worried about him, happy for him, and crying for him.

He will easily take your place in the heart of his precious daughter.

Especially when a young girl falls in love with someone for the first time, that person is simply everything to her.

Even if Mrs. Sakai was mentally prepared, she was still very unhappy.

"Cabrón."

She gritted her teeth and said something unseemly expletive.

"Hello?"

Mrs. Sakai took out her mobile phone and dialed Komatsu Taro's mobile phone.

"Auntie?"

After a long time, Komatsu Taro's voice rang on the other end of the phone, and the other party's voice sounded muffled.

"Is Katsuko on your side?" Mrs. Sakai asked patiently.

"Isn't Katsuko at the hotel?" Komatsu's tone was even more surprised than Mrs. Sakai's.

"Oh, it's okay, I just saw Katsuko text me, she went for a run in the hotel gym......" Mrs. Sakai made up an excuse in a calm tone, and after a perfunctory sentence, she pressed the phone.

Guy who doesn't fight for it, what kind of bullshit is this?

He couldn't catch the girl's heart if he was given a chance, and Mrs. Sakai complained helplessly in her heart.

She didn't have much hope,

If Komatsu Taro had the ability to secretly ask Katsuko out on a date at night, Mrs. Sakai wouldn't have to worry so much.

Very good

can be determined.

The daughter was really abducted by Gu Weijing, a bastard, no wonder she was still in the mood to put on makeup before going out.

Mrs. Sakai scolded Komatsu Taro in her heart.

She walked around the suite a few times, then walked into her daughter's bedroom, and finally found a note in the bedroom on top of the Xiaoice box where the hotel room attendant put Perrier every day.

[Mom, don't worry, I went to the Good Luck Orphanage to paint with Gu Weijing, I'm sorry, don't be angry with me!! 】

Mrs. Sakai looked at the post-it notes on the refrigerator and the pitiful smiling face that Katsuko drew on the sticky notes, and her face changed several times, but she still couldn't get angry with her daughter.

In the end, she just gritted her teeth, clenched the sticky notes in her hands, and sighed hatefully: "Little bastard, you'd better be kind to my daughter." ”

……

Katsuko Sakai and Gu Weijing sat on a bench under the eaves of the orphanage, watching the rain all the time.

The lightning and thundering rain finally has the meaning of getting smaller,

From the silver thread connecting the sky and the earth, it slowly turned into a light rain, and the water droplets dripped along the eaves.

"Sister, are you like my brother, do you learn to draw?"

Miss Jasmine was very sticky as usual, and when she saw that he was finally not busy, she ran over like a fart again.

But this time,

Jasmine's children's curiosity was more focused on this beautiful sister in the red dress who seemed to have a close relationship with Gu Weijing, and came to Miss Katsuko's side and asked questions.

"Well, we both studied art." Katsuko Sakai replied softly.

"I also want to learn art, and the dean's aunt said that painting can only be learned by the rich, it is all hype, and the more you can't understand it, the more expensive it is. We children will not be able to support ourselves with paintbrushes in the future. ”

Jasmine's tone couldn't tell whether it was yearning or regret.

"No, classical painting emphasizes technique, modern art emphasizes form, and avant-garde art emphasizes concept...... As long as you have the right method, each painting has its own way of appreciating each painting, and a painting that no one can understand is a failed painting. ”

Katsuko Sakai was using a small nail clipper to fix Jasmine's fingers.

While holding the child's slender little hand, she explained seriously: "Learning art is to exercise everyone's ability to appreciate beauty, which is a kind of cultivation. It doesn't have to be a career, but if you have a keen ability to capture beauty. It doesn't matter who you are, whether your situation is good or bad, poor or rich. Your life may be more enjoyable and richer. ”

Katsuko Sakai smiled and stroked her thumb over the little girl's forehead and whispered, "For example, I think your eyes are beautiful, and this is very artistic." ”

She pointed to the sky again.

"The rainy night is also very artistic now, and your brother Gu and I are very happy to see it, these are all artistic beauties that do not require any cost to appreciate."

"Knowing how to appreciate beauty can make a beggar live a noble life. If you only think of a painting as a transaction money at auction, even if you own an entire art museum full of famous paintings, you are just a slave to wealth. ”

Gu Weijing looked sideways at the two people who were talking.

Because of Uncle Alai, Miss Jasmine's English is good, but he is not sure if the other party can understand Miss Sakai's slightly advanced words.

Jasmine followed Sakai's sister's hand and looked at the night sky in distraction.

"Are you here today to paint a rainy night like this?" She asked softly.

"That's right, if you want to draw, I can teach you later." Katsuko Sakai said with a smile.

In fact, she only painted more than half of her own "Old Church on a Thunderstorm", and spent the rest of her time looking at the paintings of the scriptures, and did not complete the copying.

In fact, the moment she saw Gu Weijing complete the copying work, Sakai Katsuko no longer wanted to copy tonight.

For a night like this, it is enough to see such a great work.

Gu Weijing's copying works are definitely not great, and it depends on his age to say that he is amazing.

Katsuko Sakai has seen too many famous people who can kill Gu Weijing in seconds.

Purely from the point of view of technique,

This copy of the painting is taken to participate in the serious art exhibition of the master Ruyun, and whether it can be shortlisted or not is between the two.

Moreover, for any serious art exhibition, originality is almost the most basic requirement, and copying is cheating as much as plagiarism.

No matter how good the imitation painting is, it is meaningless, just like the tens of thousands of "Starry Nights" produced in the oil painting village a year, which are also meaningless from the perspective of art selection.

Even so, Katsuko Sakai still feels that this is a great enough work.

She witnessed Gu Weijing's near-miraculous progress under impossible circumstances, which made Sakai Katsuko really feel that it was Carol's soul that came out of the dust of history and attached to the other party's body.

In contemplation,

She cut her nails a little deeper, probably a little painful for Jasmine.

The little girl retracted her hand like lightning, and said apologetically in a somewhat frightened tone: "Sister, be careful not to stain your wounds." ”

Katsuko Sakai shook her head with a smile and patted Jasmine's little head.

"It's okay, you're the same as a normal person in my eyes, let me see if it's broken."

It's late now, and normally no volunteers will come to the orphanage to help.

Therefore, Jasmine did not have a red ribbon on her hand to distinguish her identity, but Sakai Katsuko heard Gu Weijing probably talk about the situation of this poor little girl.

It is no longer the 80s when AIDS patients were treated as if they were leprosy.

It is true that there are some bad people in the world who try their best to transmit the virus to others after they have AIDS, but the virus is very contagious under normal drug control.

Following an internationally renowned artist like Professor Kazunari Sakai, it is indispensable to participate in various charity activities, and Katsuko Sakai has also been in contact with AIDS patients.

For such a well-behaved little girl, Katsuko Sakai has only pity in her heart.

"Sister, you're so nice." Jasmine said softly, "It's as good as Brother Gu Weijing—"

The child hesitated for a moment, and then tentatively asked her the most curious question, "Are you his girlfriend?" ”

Katsuko Sakai turned her head sideways to look at the boy next to her.

At that moment, the last rays of rain stopped, and the silver moonlight broke through the dark clouds and fell from the sky, still on the two of them.

Like some wonderful religious revelation,

Sakai Katsuko snorted slightly, took Gu Weijing's hand, pillowed his head on the other party's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Yes, Jasmine, he is my lover." ”

(End of chapter)