Let it be surrounded by flowers.

Gu Weijing's mood just couldn't sink.

Thinking is the naughtiest child in the world, and it will affect your creative state when you need the power of tranquility the most.

But you're completely helpless.

The world's most powerful mixed martial arts champion is unlikely to snatch the hateful imp named "Irritability" out of the temple of thinking and beat him.

He is not fighting a physical enemy, but a "big walnut" weighing 1,400 grams of protein furrows wrapped in the skull, which is composed of gray matter, white matter, and cerebral ventricles, and is fighting himself.

The harder you wrestle with yourself, the more you go.

In the end, there is no second way to go except to dry up the mind.

Gu Weijing actually just encountered the wisteria trees in the Royal Botanic Garden and were transplanted.

A trivial matter.

Every artist on the road to painting may encounter a more unfortunate episode at any time.

Huang Binhong was blind, Beethoven was deaf, Monet had cataracts, and Matisse continued to lose any role in his right hand due to severe arthritis in his later years, and he had to learn to hold a pen in his left hand again.

Compared to the tragedies that have befallen the lives of these great artists in history, this is really nothing.

But Gu Weijing is really annoying.

The flowers and trees in the botanical garden were just an introduction to his irritability, and the real reason why he couldn't sink his mind was Ms. Downing's speech in the interview.

After watching the video, Gu Weijing still remained calm during the process of coming to the botanical garden on the surface, but somewhere in his heart, he was stung by Ms. Tang Ning's arrogant tone.

The self-esteem of young people is only a small part of the reason.

A child like him who grew up in a poor rural area, his self-esteem is actually not so strong, and his grandfather Gu Tongxiang never suffered any kind of hardship when he was young.

was stepped on by Tang Ning, Gu Weijing could not care.

What he was really stimulated by was the inferiority complex hidden in his heart.

"You're just a mediocre."

"You are destined to never be me for the rest of your life."

"Smiling at children will give them too many unrealistic fantasies."

"Not convinced? "Hundred Flowers" is there, go and try to draw it! ”

The words in the interview, as if unable to dissipate the lingering echoes, wandered in his brain repeatedly.

With each stroke, the sound gets louder and louder.

Gu Weijing imagined.

If Katsuko Sakai were in her shoes, how would the girl react if she encountered similar taunts.

I should be able to calmly put pen to paper.

Do you want me to draw it for you?

Good.

I'll just draw it for you.

If you don't work in one day, you can paint for two days, if you can't paint for two days, you can paint for two months, and if you can't do it for another year. One day, Katsuko Sakai will surely be able to slap a vivid work of a painting on the other person's face, holding her neck high, and greet the applause and cheers of the world.

No, probably more likely, it's actually a laugh.

A true genius is strong enough on her heart, so strong that she no longer needs to do something to prove her ability.

Gu Weijing didn't know how Miss Sakai would react.

But he believes that Katsuko will not be as irritable as he is, and he will definitely not be like him......

Just as fearful.

Because Tang Ning's predecessors are telling the truth.

Gu Weijing in Cao Lao's eyes is full of aura, and with just a noon attempt, he can mix the most suitable art seedlings for mural pigments.

Gu Weijing in the eyes of Sakai Katsuko, has outstanding skills at a young age, oil painting, sketching, and Chinese painting, all kinds of wonderful brushstrokes.

Because of the mutual attraction between geniuses and geniuses, Miss Katsuko fell in love with the boy who could give her novel feelings that other peers did not have.

Only in the dead of night, when you are alone in a room, washing your face, brushing your teeth, and looking in the mirror.

Gu Weijing is clear.

The boy in the mirror is really not as talented as Downing, who can draw "A Hundred Flowers" at the age of twenty, nor is he as enterprising as Katsuko Sakai.

There is no system.

He is nothing.

All of Gu Weijing's techniques are all piled up by adding points. What Cao Lao likes and Miss Sakai likes is the virtual coat of the system.

If life is a fairy tale.

That Gu Weijing got the script definitely not "The Little Prince", but "Cinderella".

He's like the Cinderella in a fairy tale who suddenly gets a crystal slipper and a pumpkin cart.

Gu Weijing plays a role that does not belong to him at a stolen ball.

Every sentence of Tang Ning's predecessors is really correct.

In this ball, every character is gorgeous and powerful, but he only pretends to be powerful, and it is only himself.

Thinking about it this way, he might as well be Cinderella if he didn't care about it.

Miss Cinderella's appearance is really good, and she is a fan of the prince.

And the cover painting of "The Little Prince", which is the most commendable in his Gu Weijing, is actually just stealing Mr. Sloth's feelings.

If you change someone, anyone can do it.

When Gu Weijing used to paint with Sakai Katsuko, he was shocked by Miss Katsuko's natural picture creation, which aroused the inferiority complex in his heart.

In the art industry, 1% inspiration is more important than 99% perspiration.

A true genius thinks of using his fingers to deal with the color transition between oil painting and Chinese painting, and he will only paint in front of the easel.

Since then, Gu Weijing has found that he lacks some aura.

It's just that his inferiority complex and fear at that time were suppressed by Sakai Katsuko's tender and sweet story about Manet and Monet.

Gu Weijing also felt that there was a system that could be added at any time anyway, maybe he was too pretentious.

He has been thinking hard about how to draw wisteria flowers these days, but he can't ask for it.

It wasn't until he got on the train that he saw a video of a reporter interviewing Downing.

Gu Weijing suddenly realized another possibility - perhaps, flowers are the same flowers, but people are not the same people.

Li Bai's prosperity is like a brocade, Xu Wei's bleakness and desolation, and Ms. Tang Ning's small bridge and flowing water mean a long time.

All right.

There's nothing wrong with that.

It's just that Gu Weijing can't understand it, and he can't draw it.

Because when he needs to rely on his own real understanding to break through the bottleneck, he is neither Li Taibai, nor Xu Wenchang, nor is he the daughter raised by a Jiangnan calligraphy and painting family like Tang Ning.

It's Gu Weijing who is wrong.

Wrongly, he was just an ordinary little native of Yangon.

From an objective point of view, this is the most reasonable explanation for the fact that he has never been able to paint the works he wants.

Dragons give birth to dragons, and phoenixes give birth to phoenixes.

Grandfather Gu Tongxiang has stayed at the bottleneck of professional first-order painting all his life, and he has not been able to make an inch of progress after a long time.

He took care of what he could do with the scriptures, and according to the path prepared by Professor Lin Tao for the imaginary artistic genius "Gu Weijing", he read two books casually, just like drinking on the head, and suddenly became enlightened.

"Quiet, don't think about what you don't have, paint...... I want to draw...... Now all you have to do is draw the wisteria flowers. ”

Gu Weijing closed his eyes in pain.

He knew that the more he thought about it, the more he drilled into the horns, and the more he was finished.

He tried to throw out the echoes of thoughts and the clutter of self-pity in his mind like garbage.

However, Gu Weijing couldn't do it at all.

Oriental artists pay attention to thinking quietly and as clear as water, and it is recorded in "Dream Creek Pen Talk" that Lin Kui, the plum wife and crane, has to bathe, burn incense, and change clothes every time he writes poems and paintings, just to adjust his immersion mentality.

Gu Weijing was in a hurry, and the more he tried to cut off his thoughts, the clearer the echo in his mind became.

At first, it was still a line from a video interview, echoing in his head.

As such echoes gradually filled every corner of his heart, the noisy little man in his mind quietly changed from Ms. Tangning's voice to Gu Weijing's own voice.

"Add points, just add points and solve it, this is the path I should take, why should people embarrass themselves?"

"Others don't know what your situation is, don't I know how many pounds and taels I have!"

Gu Weijing breathed rapidly.

He gasped and opened the virtual panel of the system, the remuneration for the illustration task of "The Little Prince" had not yet been converted into free attribute points that could be distributed through the Jasmine Foundation.

Fortunately.

He also left a little bit of free experience that he used to use calligraphy and painting appraisal on a daily basis.

It is enough to pile up the gap of the last 100 points and directly pile up the Chinese painting techniques to the second level of the profession.

"Oh, the excellence of the technique cannot hide the emptiness of inspiration, and this is the biggest difference between me and Louis troy. You may be able to fool yourself for a while, or you may be able to fool Cao Lao and fool some audiences, but you will always have a day to show your stuffing. You can't fool around like this for your entire career. Do you think that if you add a little more, you can understand the meaning of wisteria painting? ”

"No, no, no, kid, these are two things through and through. Experience and proficiency are no substitute for perception, that is the true soul of the artist. ”

When his eyes fell on the panel, the villain in his mind changed from muttering to himself in the voice of "Gu Weijing" to Tang Ning's sneer.

"You'll never be me. Eternal material is always mediocre material, always will be. Your best ending is to become Louis troy. ”

The end of the brush that Gu Weijing held firmly trembled, and a drop of lilac ink dripped from the tip of the brush and turned into a wisp of dirty ink on the rice paper.

"You can't add points, and the points themselves may not be a big problem. But now that this mentality has been added a little bit, this threshold will become an eternal obstacle in the soul, and you will never be able to jump out again for the rest of your life. ”

He had a vague feeling.

"Gu Jun? Are you feeling unwell? ”

I don't know when, Katsuko Sakai stood by her side worriedly, watching the scene in front of her.

Miss Sakai didn't bother with the bodyguards asking for color palettes and painting kits.

The girl had just pulled out a dark green sketchpad.

Miss Jasmine was playing with her cat in the shade of a big tree, and Katsuko Sakai was sitting on a big rock not far away with a drawing board.

She had to type out a few line drafts of "The Girl Who Read Poems to Cats", which represented the "hustle and bustle of the world" in her mind, and design the most suitable composition for the picture.

A few minutes ago.

Sakai Katsuko originally wanted to ask Gu Weijing if he wanted to go eat something together at noon.

Katsuko noticed that something was not quite right with her boyfriend's mood.

His face was so red!

Gu Weijing's fingertips pinched the brush and turned slightly white, the corners of his eyes were slightly bloodshot, his mouth was muttering impatiently, and his chest rose and fell violently one after another.

The forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

"Hey, look at me, are you okay?" Miss Sakai raised her voice slightly.

"No...... Katsuko, don't bother me. Let me finish it, I can do it. Gu Weijing, you will definitely be able to. He whispered to himself, staring at the white rice paper in front of him, as if staring at a large avalanche that swept in and buried it if he couldn't get out.

Katsuko Sakai hesitated for a few seconds.

She knelt down and picked up the paper balls scattered around Gu Weijing's feet one after another.

Katsuko Sakai carefully flipped through all the drawings in her hand, and looked at the rice paper in front of the boy's eyes.

"Stop drawing, your mind is too chaotic, and you won't improve if you continue to draw like this."

Katsuko dipped his palms in a soft bucket filled with lake water on one side, walked behind Gu Weijing, and gently stroked his hot forehead and temples.

"Let's stop drawing, let's go row for a while. When you are relaxed, calm, and your mind is there, you can naturally draw well. Let's go, let's go play for a while. Katsuko Sakai comforted her, and she tried to change Gu Weijing's mood.

If you continue to draw like this, you won't improve.

Gu Weijing's heart skipped a beat.

Oh, yes.

Even if Shengzi is a layman in Chinese painting, she still sees at a glance that she will not improve if she continues to paint like this.

"What if I'm never going to improve?"

Gu Weijing finally withdrew his gaze from the rice paper, turned his head to look at the delicate girl beside him, but his eyes were a little desperate.

Katsuko Sakai frowned slightly.

She could feel the depression of her boyfriend around her, she didn't know why Gu Weijing was so good in the morning, and suddenly fell into such an emotional state.

But that empty, depressed and depressed look filled Sakai Katsuko's heart with pity.

The girl stepped forward and spread her arms, trying to give the person next to her a hug as before, so that he could forget for a moment everything that annoyed him.

"How is it possible, of course you can do it, your talent amazes my father, you are my Monet. Don't you believe in yourself? ”

Gu Weijing took a small step back.

"Katsuko, if I'm not as talented as you think, will you still like me?" He asked sadly.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't think about what you don't have. Gu Jun, your talent and you are a whole, I love every part of you. ”

Katsuko Sakai scraped her fingers hard across the corners of his forehead, hoping to sober him up.

Little success.

Gu Weijing just moved his gaze back to the table again, his eyes were so sad that his heart was broken.

"Katsuko, maybe I'm not your Monet."

He said slowly.

If Gu Weijing could calm down and look at it from a third-party perspective that was smart enough and thorough, he would find that he was not as unbearable as he imagined.

He just suddenly fell into the whirlpool of ocean currents of low emotions.

This kind of emotional whirlpool of self-doubt is often the biggest stumbling block in the career path of every great artist, and it is also the direct cause of many literary and artistic creators who shoot themselves in the head in pain.

Buddhists call it karma.

Taoists call it the demon of the heart.

In the artist industry, it is often the fear of the dissipation of talent, the exhaustion of Jiang Lang's talent, and the uncertainty of the future.

Not every painter will meet it, but at some point in the life of most great painters, they cannot avoid being entangled by this emotion.

Or to say,

This is the big barrier on the path of a true painter's career.

A few people can break through them, not break or stand, and be reborn in Nirvana.

Most people are struck down by this feeling, and this self-doubt becomes an eternal painful feeling in their careers.

This is the main purpose of Ms. Downing's remarks to reporters during the interview.

She's not just talking about garbage.

Please, people have millions of people every minute, time is precious, it is necessary to be idle in front of important interviews, what kind of Yangon buns are ruthless?

Of course Tang Ning didn't know, Gu Weijing had a system.

The cheat of the system keeps Gu Weijing in the deepest part of his heart, so that no matter what achievements he has made, he still can't get rid of the inferiority complex brought about by his original family environment.

What does it matter?

Even if he is as powerful as Van Gogh, he still communicates with Gauguin all day long, revealing his despair of life, fear of the loss of inspiration, confusion about the world, and full of self-confidence.

Before shooting himself in the head again, he almost tortured Gauguin crazy.

Monet was not much better, and in his letters he claimed to be the puppet of the puppet of inspiration, even when he had achieved fame in his later years.

Monet's letters to his friends still occasionally pop up: "There were times in my life when I was full of confidence and felt like an angel who came to earth with a special mission and could do anything." But there are other times when I feel that I am just lucky to get a kiss from the muse, and if one day, she is no longer kissing me, and I lose my painting magic, then I have no choice but to commit suicide."

Downing knew that the smaller the place, the more difficult it was for a painter with a bad background to get rid of this kind of demon.

This was true of Van Gogh and Gauguin.

How can he be an exception?

But if Gu Weijing has a little bit of such negative emotions in her heart, she will be constantly expanded and torn apart by her words, and finally be entangled in her thoughts and fall into the depths of the quagmire.

When a painter begins to doubt himself, he loses the courage to start writing. The real genius at this moment, also fell with the philistine undoubtedly.

This is the art industry's heart and soul attack.

Either don't say cruel words, or you will be ruthless.

Ms. Downing knows the profession of painter too well.

Gu Weijing is far stronger than he imagined, although he is still a little-known little painter.

Tang Ning had already mentioned Gu Weijing's tone and mentality from Mr. Cao Xuan, and when she deliberately pretended to mention Gu Weijing unintentionally, Professor Lin Tao's appreciation of this boy made him feel a sense of crisis.

So

She was killed with one blow.

(End of chapter)