"If you don't explode in silence, you perish in silence." - Brother Xun.

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This kiss from Katsuko Sakai is calm and long.

She sat and lay down with Gu Weijing.

The girl knelt on the lawn, Gu Weijing lay on the ground softly, her forehead was placed on her lap by Katsuko, and her wet hair was stuck to her forehead one by one.

His clothes were soaking wet, and even his belt was soaking Sakai Katsuko's clothes.

The boy on Katsuko's lap really doesn't look handsome and good-looking at all.

Now he looks embarrassed and depressed, as if he was picked up by Miss Sakai who just jumped into the lake next to him.

Such a picture is not romantic at all, and it does not conform to the scene that will appear in any idol Korean drama that makes the girl's spring heart sprout and give her first kiss.

At this moment, Gu Weijing felt in his heart that he was acting like a Loter of ten.

What good girl would want to kiss a trash who has been defeated by a challenge?

however

Katsuko Sakai kissed this kiss anyway.

She did not kiss Gu Weijing's lips, but kissed him on the forehead like a compassionate nun.

Or rather,

It's a motherly kiss.

Gu Weijing's pupils vibrated slightly, and his breathing fell into a moment of stagnation at that moment, and even time was pressed to a halt at the moment when the girl's soft lips kissed it.

On the fountain beside her, the winged fairy of the forest stared silently at the noisy and unwantable world with her broken marble head.

It's like it's been going on for a thousand years.

Sculpture under the lawn.

The wind blows the wind, and the water follows the water.

The girl of the world kissed the forehead of the boy on her knee, and the skin of the two people was connected to each other.

At this moment, everything is silent.

Gu Weijing can't remember for a long, long time who kissed him like this.

The sense of proportion between Mona and him is very good.

She would take her own hand and reach out to take his arm as she walked along the beach promenade by the sea.

Mona also hugged him, and Gu Weijing also thought that the relationship between them was very close.

Only kisses.

In such an open environment as an international school, they never kissed each other.

Gu Weijing didn't dare, and Mona probably didn't want to.

Miss Chairman is reluctant to easily cross the small boundary between a perfect friend and a 60 point lover.

Sometimes.

can be guided and controlled by her, a little bit of a line, a little bit of lust and ambiguity.

But kiss ...... The kiss crossed the line and went too far.

Maybe the last woman who kissed himself was his mother.

But it was a very distant memory, and he couldn't remember for a long time whether it really happened or not.

Gu Weijing is the one who was left behind by his parents.

He vaguely understood.

In fact, his father was not a bad talent for Chinese painting as his grandfather said, but in the chaotic situation of Yangon, painting was really not a promising profession.

So his father hated painting, hated their family's book gallery, hated the poverty and chaos here, hated Gu Tongxiang's nagging that wanted him to pick up a paintbrush to inherit his family education, and wanted to rush out desperately to change his life.

And never to come back.

Gu Weijing even knew.

When he was three years old, when his father was promoted by the Bank of France to work at the local headquarters, he insisted on taking Gu Weijing with him.

He wants his son not to go through everything in this country, to go through the pain he has experienced.

Take French citizenship, go to a French school, and become a social citizen of a developed country.

Be the ones who sit on the "sliding rod" in Southeast Asia, not the one who lifts the "sliding rod".

In the future, it would be good to become a doctor or a lawyer, or study finance to become a golden boy, this is the life that his ideal son should live.

Instead of running the ancestral calligraphy and painting shop on the banks of the Yangon River from generation to generation, which was so stale that he felt suffocated.

It was Gu Tongxiang who stopped this.

The old man slapped the table and yelled at his son, we are a family of calligraphy and painting, and my father passed the calligraphy and painting shop to me, so I have the obligation to pass him on.

You are like a coward who escapes his responsibilities, and your son must carry it.

It's your choice!

The old man Gu Tongxiang, who now looks kind-hearted, even threatened at that time that if the craftsmanship of his ancestors was passed on to his generation, he would go to jump the Yangon River tomorrow.

In a sense, it was Gu Tongxiang who was wrong in this matter.

He behaved exactly the same as the behavior of the classic Oriental unreasonable authoritarian patriarch in the famous "Parents Are Evil" discussion group on Dongxia Douban when Gu Weijing was in his spare time.

Fundamentally speaking, Gu Tongxiang is really an authoritarian oriental leader's character.

But on the other hand, Gu Weijing is not resentful.

Because grandpa was really good to him.

Even Gu Weijing has to admit it.

Between him and his cousin Gu Lin, the old man's heart is indeed biased, and there is nothing to say about this aunt's resentment.

Gu Tongxiang may have always had a share of Gu Weijing and did not feel guilty about letting his grandson live a "better life", so he has been desperately trying to compensate him.

It's just that.

Such a Gu Weijing has lacked love from his parents since he was a child.

His parents separated a few years after arriving in France, and they were doing well, never to return.

Gu Weijing sometimes talks on the phone with his elders in France on holidays.

The two sides politely greeted each other, his father wished him success in his studies, and Gu Weijing wished his father good health.

Then Gu Weijing waited for his father to politely ask him if he wanted to go to Paris to play during the holidays.

He politely refused, saying that he would wait until the next opportunity.

Then say goodnight to each other and hang up.

The whole process was handled very skillfully by both sides.

It's not like a father and a son, but like two strangers who politely follow a designed customer service form.

Only Gu Tongxiang was always rubbing his palms next to the phone at this time.

Shows a nervous, want to talk and stop.

When the old man learned that Gu Weijing originally planned to go to the French Academy of Fine Arts to go to university.

On the one hand, Gu Tongxiang patted his chest and assured that even if his grandson went to study, he would definitely be able to take out the tuition and living expenses.

On the other hand, the old man was noticeably more nervous.

Even in daily life, the old man was careful not to mention Gu Weijing's parents, and occasionally there would be some "bank work is boring and boring" at the dinner table, "People in investment banks are vampires, and they have no conscience to earn this money." "Such strange tentative speeches.

Every time he saw Gu Tongxiang showing this kind of entanglement, Gu Weijing felt a little funny.

He knew what Grandpa was afraid of.

His grandfather was afraid that he would hate each other, and that he would have the idea of giving up the path of art, just like his second son.

From a long time ago, he wanted to say to his grandfather, don't worry, I won't accept my father's invitation.

Even if Gu Weijing goes to France to study, he will continue to move forward on the road of painting, rather than becoming a bank clerk.

It's not because after studying art for more than ten years, it's strange to switch to finance in college.

All right.

It's weird, indeed.

However, it is not difficult to apply for business in France, and Dulwich does have art students every year who apply for similar majors at the request of their parents.

Of course, it was not because of Gu Tongxiang's violent theory that "the bank is boring, and the investment bank is a vampire" persuaded him.

It's because he's a sensitive child.

He understood from many, many years ago that Gu Weijing was the one who was abandoned.

Fifteen years ago, that summer, my father boarded a Boeing 747 intercontinental airliner bound for Charles de Gaulle International Airport.

left his three-year-old son, like the hot and rainy weather in Myanmar, forever in the overturned corner of his life.

Wild children who have been thrown away will never be picked up by their parents again.

Gu Weijing can get along so well with the children in the Good Luck Orphanage, can dance with Jasmine, and can hold Budao and talk to each other for an afternoon with great patience.

Not just because he is rich, not just because he has a good heart.

Maybe Gu Weijing himself may not have realized that he saw some of his own shadows in these children.

The old man Gu Tongxiang didn't understand.

In fact, every time I called, both sides were quite awkward.

The receiver of the phone came with "Weijing, my son, are you okay?" Greetings, in essence, are related to online shopping customer service, "Pro, pay attention to your health, remember to praise five-star praise!" The emotional content of this discourse makes no difference.

Gu Weijing understands this fact, he knows it...... His own father also understood, and he understood.

If Gu Weijing nodded and agreed to his invitation one day, the middle-aged man on the other end of the phone would feel overwhelmed.

Neither father nor son wants the other to intrude on their schedules again.

Gu Weijing's father already has a new life, a new environment, and a new order.

Gu Weijing...... He was brought up by his grandfather since he was a child, and when he lived with his grandfather for more than ten years, the other party was his closest relative, the best elder in the world.

How could he bear to let down his elders who were the best in his life?

It's just that.

This kind of left-behind child-style life abandoned by their parents constitutes his pressure from the side.

constituted a burden on his shoulders.

It also constitutes an inferiority complex in his heart.

When Gu Weijing was knocked down by the heart demon, many illusions were born, and he thought that he was once again thrown from a high altitude and fell into the endless nothingness.

He was left behind by his parents 15 years ago.

He can also pick up the paintbrush and use the artistic light burning under the pen to keep warm, just as his grandfather hoped.

Fifteen years later, if the light of art is also taken away.

He will have nothing.

This fear of being entwined with many negative emotions should have been incurable, until Katsuko Sakai's kiss melted him directly.

Katsuko Sakai didn't know where Gu Weijing's bad mood came from.

Never mind.

The girl saw the fear lingering in Gu Weijing's heart in the long-term eye contact with Gu Weijing.

From his confused eyes, Miss Sakai saw his lack of love under great pressure, and the lack of confidence that suddenly poured out after the technique took off.

I saw that under those dark eyes, the "poor and helpless" Gu Weijing.

So she kissed it.

That's why she kissed so softly, and kissed so earnestly and affectionately.

She kissed Gu Weijing's forehead, and also kissed the heart of the little child who was armed with outstanding painting skills, fearful and inferior.

In Socrates' poem, a god named Chronos is celebrated.

Chronos is the ultimate god of time above all else, with a scythe in his hand, and time revolves around him like a ring of iron without beginning or end.

His name is also the source of the root word "chron-" in the Radin word for "eternal time".

In the world, the only thing that can lead to eternity is love.

Sometimes, in addition to the scythe scepter in Chronos's hand that can cut off time, a girl's kiss can pass through Gu Weijing's appearance and be imprinted in the heart of that little doll fifteen years ago.

It was a maternal kiss that was fifteen years late.

It is also a lover's kiss to welcome a new life.

Gu Weijing's whole person felt a peaceful power spreading from his forehead.

It was moist to the touch, with a gentle heat, from the top of his head to his cheeks, neck, torso, and limbs.

Gu Weijing was stunned, his expression in a trance.

He could feel the fragrance of flowers all around him, the back of his head resting in a soft place, and the warm ripples of water on his forehead.

This floral scent, this softness, this warmth.

Little by little came from Miss Sakai's body.,Using the physical contact between them as a bridge.,Little by little by the girl's tough stuffing into his body.。

Gu Weijing felt a tight sense of support.

Thinking is like water, and warm currents are like water.

The heat of water echoed in his chest, slowly squeezing away the space that belonged to negative pressure.

Is this the power of dopamine and hormones?

Gu Weijing asked himself strangely in his heart, he felt the instantaneous change in his body, Gu Weijing was not stimulated by this kiss.

He just felt very grounded.

He just felt that Miss Sakai, who was holding him by his side, was as warm as a ray of sunshine.

Originally, his emotions were falling and collapsing like an avalanche, Gu Weijing stood in the mountains, watching the pressure and fear come to him, he didn't know what kind of power could compete with it.

All of a sudden, the sun was rising.

The sun rises in the east, the sun shines, and the snowflakes in the sky are dissolved into gurgling water at this moment, the noise dissipates, and the troubles recede.

In an instant, only the breeze was blowing.

I have a pearl, which has been locked by dust for a long time, and now the dust is gone, shining through the green mountains.

Gu Weijing suddenly found that his hands were no longer shaking.

He was silent.

He opened the system and looked back at the column of [Chinese Painting Technique: Lv.4 Career First Order (4903/5000)].

When the mind is extremely complicated, let alone the professional first-order Chinese painting technique.

Even if it is a legendary-level knife painting, I am afraid that the level he can play in his hands is not as good as the effect of Ms. Anya.

But in the present.

Gu Weijing, who was quiet again, felt that he should no longer draw semi-professional wisteria flowers.

He had the courage to try again.

"Gu Jun, look at me, don't think about anything else now, you will draw it, but at least not now."

(End of chapter)