In his mind, he seems to have a brush that can run out of ink, and a canvas that can stretch into an infinite length, constantly deconstructing the world in front of him.

Gu Weijing stared at the column of the train station with an old-fashioned copper wall clock.

As long as he wants, he can automatically divide the scene in front of him into countless intertwined dots, lines, planes, and various color blocks in his mind.

Imagine tracing it with different brushstrokes.

He can use the staggered gray lines of the pen to draw the gaps filled by the cement meshing of the columns, and the bronze bell uses the scraping technique to blacken the picture, and use a flat oil painting knife or a sharp carving knife to whiten and scrape the edges, showing the metallic color that has been eroded by time and slightly oxidized and corroded...... You can also simply use the anti-white method in the pen painting to directly blacken all the dark parts of the object except the bright side, although there is no gray surface in this painting method, there are only two sides of light and dark. However, it is clear in black and white, and it has a great atmosphere to draw, so it is also good to express such a scene.

A simple marble column can dismantle so much knowledge.

It's not that Gu Weijing didn't know this knowledge before.

It is because he does not have the calm to observe the world, his heart cannot settle down, and every time he starts writing, he only thinks about completing the current goal, whether it is preparing for the Singapore Art Exhibition or drawing illustrations for "The Little Prince", often work is work, and life is life.

Occasionally, I will have a feeling in my heart, that is, the environment has actively affected Gu Weijing, and it is rarely Gu Weijing who has taken the initiative to integrate himself into the environment.

Art comes from life.

If you ignore the state of mind of painting all the time, you will lose the joy of harvesting all the time.

Not only the cold marble pillar, but also the surrounding crowd is also a very interesting subject, the boy who shouts and sells balloons, can use realism to show the vicissitudes of life etched on him and the temperature of his eyes.

The middle-aged aunt next to her, wearing sunglasses, wearing high heels, and walking with her arms flickering with the wind, formed two extremes of life with the balloon brother.

It looks like it has a domineering momentum, and the composition of such a picture has a kind of contrasting beauty.

That aunt?

Gu Weijing blinked.

Katsuko had already let go of his hand by this time, and ran up in small steps, throwing herself into her mother's arms.

"Mom, why did you come to pick me up? I thought it would be nice to just have the driver of the hotel coming. Miss Katsuko buried her face in her mother's neck and rubbed it playfully.

"There was such a big incident in the morning, of course I had to run over to pick up my daughter. I was scared before. ”

The blonde aunt touched her daughter's face and took off her sunglasses, but her eyes were fixed on Gu Weijing's body.

Gu Weijing was quietly beside him, watching the scene of mother and daughter embracing each other.

When he saw Mrs. Sakai's gaze sweeping over, he smiled generously at the woman and nodded.

"Hello Auntie."

"Hey, this kid ......"

Mrs. Sakai snorted inwardly.

In the past, when Gu Weijing faced her scrutinizing gaze, she always dodged a little childishly, and she didn't blame Gu Weijing.

Young people are not confident in the face of superiors, and they are always reluctant to make eye contact with them, and the teachers in the school are staring at you with big eyes, and you still feel a chill in your back.

What's more, Mrs. Sakai has always been the kind of person who is not easy to serve and has a sharp eye.

It is fake to be able to kill people with your eyes, and it is real to scare people who cry.

The blonde aunt once relied on her sharp gaze without saying a word, and she made the tea in her husband's studio, and she moved her mind crookedly, and she wanted to rely on her posture to avoid 50 years of detours.

Don't say that Gu Weijing is a little shy by nature.

Even a prodigal son like Komatsu Taro, who is a prodigal son in love, will look away very uncomfortably when he is stared at by Mrs. Sakai for a few seconds.

But now this little guy, Mrs. Sakai's eyes are a little sour, and she still smiles calmly and greets her.

"What kind of elixir are you eating?"

For Gu Weijing's sudden calm bearing, the blonde aunt appreciated it very much in her heart.

She is arrogant by nature, but she also has a bit of anger that refuses to admit defeat.

"Gu Weijing, how did you take care of Shengzi! I trusted you, so I gave my precious daughter to you and took her out to play. Something happened to you? Comparing my heart to my heart, you say that I should not be angry. In my hometown, it's very, very humiliating for a boy to not take care of his female partner when he is dating. ”

Mrs. Cruz touched the hair of her daughter in her arms, put on a straight face, and asked Gu Weijing.

"Mom, what happened this morning doesn't care about Gu Jun's business, and he has handled it well, and I am not scared. I'm eighteen years old, and I'm no longer the little girl who wants my mother to hold in her arms for fear of falling down......"

"Miss Sakai, you keep quiet, I'll ask Gu Weijing now."

Mrs. Sakai scolded her daughter, who turned her arms out, turned her head to look at Gu Weijing, and pouted proudly.

Children.

What kind of calm big-tailed wolf are you and me pretending to be here.

Since you want to soak my daughter, you have to run over and shyly pat yourself on the back and say good things. If you make your mother-in-law happy, you will be rewarded with the opportunity to take Katsuko out to play.

It's called a seller's market!

Gu Weijing didn't know why, but Mrs. Sakai, who was still smiling just now, suddenly became stern.

But.

I have the impression that this aunt has always spoken as if she was taking gunpowder, and he is not surprised.

"I'm sorry, I'll take care of Katsuko more carefully next time, she's also my baby." Gu Weijing said seriously.

He didn't hesitate to argue and apologized directly.

I was generous when I greeted Mrs. Sakai just now, and now I apologize generously, without any pretentiousness and twisting.

Not only did this make Sakai Katsuko's eyes full of love, but even Mrs. Sakai looked at him appreciatively.

Interesting.

Seeing that Gu Weijing's response was really good, Mrs. Sakai also extinguished her mind to deal with him, and even very, very rare, and gave birth to a little appreciation and liking for this child from her heart.

"Well, it's no use just apologizing, it depends on how you do next time."

Mrs. Sakai rarely stretched out her hand, imagining that she was rubbing her daughter's hair, touching the top of Gu Weijing's head.

"Katsuko combed it for a long time to comb it for me."

Who knows, Gu Weijing actually retreated and dodged.

Katsuko combed it?

cut

Mrs. Sakai pursed her lips unhappily, and there was some jealousy in her heart. Her precious daughter, but she has never combed her own mother's hair, and I have raised her like meat in my heart for 18 years?

He's only been hooking up with my daughter for a few days!

You won't let me touch it, and I won't touch it.

Komatsu Taro wants me to touch it, but my mother doesn't touch it, my daughter's soft and smooth hair is not better than the two pinches of miscellaneous hair on your head, and I don't want to be rua as much as I want.

I don't know what to do.

Mrs. Sakai demonstratively rubbed two handfuls on Katsuko's head in front of Gu Weijing.

"Let's go, Katsuko, let's go home."

You won't touch me, and my daughter won't touch you.

Hum.

Mrs. Sakai glanced at Gu Weijing proudly, and retaliated against her daughter's desire to hug each other when they were separated, and dragged Miss Sakai away.

"The flowers on your face are quite good-looking, classical style, let Gu Weijing paint them for you?"

Before Mrs. Sakai got into the car, she couldn't help but bite her daughter's ear.

"Hmm." Katsuko nodded slightly.

"I'll go back and let your dad learn how to draw for me, it's so much cooler than getting a tattoo." Seeing that there was no one within a few meters of her, Mrs. Sakai suddenly stretched out her hand, gently tugged at Katsuko's collar, and stretched out her head to glance down.

"You weren't sneaked up on base, were you?"

She asked in a worried whisper, for fear that she would look at the snowy skin painted with rouge flowers, not only on her face.

"No, no, Gu Jun respects me very much. Well, mom, how are you like a hooligan compared to your boyfriend. Katsuko snatched back her collar and complained dissatisfied.

"Cut, little girl, what are you so shy with your mother, I said it, girls should be reserved......"

Uncle Alai looked at Miss Sakai and her mother in the distance, and asked next to Gu Weijing, "Do you want to go home?" ”

"No, let's go to the orphanage and send Jasmine back first, I'll ...... today I also want to toast to a senior. Gu Weijing replied-

Moonlight poured into the room of the orphanage's small studio from the window.

Gu Weijing stood alone by the window, holding a cup of hot tea, looking at the night of the city, looking at the fairy tale book in his hand.

[A noble work of art cannot be told by a critic, it speaks for itself.] The noble soul cannot be bound by the earth, and she will seek freedom. 】

He read softly the message on the title page of The Little Prince, his fingers stroking through the blue ink on the title page, as if he could feel the sloth-niring tip rustling from the fibrous texture of the page.

Gu Weijing has seen many art maxims from Oil Painting magazine since he was a child.

When you log in to the official website of the oil painting magazine, you can also see the German version of this tribute to Ms. K. in the corner of the WEB homepage.

At first glance, Gu Weijing felt that he had little experience.

After there were disagreements and contradictions with the "Oil Painting" magazine, he even felt that this sentence was pretentious.

Compared to the way they were grew, Sir Brown.

This kind of high-sounding aphorism, which is printed on the back cover of each magazine to flaunt the style of its own magazine, has a hypocritical feeling of saying one thing and doing another.

He felt that Mr. Sloth's gift of this sentence to himself was both an encouragement and a sure sign of humorous satire on Oil Painting magazine.

There are still a few weeks left before Gu Weijing's birthday this year.

After experiencing the painful choice in the botanical garden, in the spring of April, Gu Weijing still grew up quietly in the coming-of-age ceremony in his soul.

Now look back at this gift and savor it.

It's a different kind of taste.

Probably.

Mr. Sloth didn't give this sentence to himself to satirize the "Oil Painting" magazine, right?

This is also a kind of exhortation and comfort of "but do good deeds, don't ask about the future", but before he really experienced the awakening and transformation of his heart, he was too young to read.

Extract his subjective disgust for "Oil Painting".

If nothing else, at least one art criticism magazine was founded 100 years ago with the motto "Noble works of art cannot be described by critics".

Gu Weijing smiled.

In the corner of the studio is his most recent copy of "The Old Church on a Thunderstorm".

He looked at the painting, looked at the moonlight, thought about the eve of Christmas in 1876, and the same night shrouded the female painter named "Carol", and remembered the fear and struggle in his heart today, and wondered if that lady Carroll had also experienced it.

Fate seems to be a ring.

The same night in the same church, a hundred and fifty years later, was covered by a similar young man.

Presumably, that lady Carroll is also a strong painter who will paint her work in the deep night in the deep night, regardless of success or failure, right?

"Senior, you say...... Can I wait for the sunrise in the east in my life? ”

Gu Weijing glanced at the works he copied and whispered to the soul of a hundred years ago.

His tone was calm, not the panicked thirst for success, but a smile that faced life's challenges.

Gu Weijing is no longer afraid.

Even though Carol never waited for the spotlight of the world to shine on her like a brilliant daylight, she still turned her love for the world and art into a flowing lightning bolt, frozen on the dusty canvas that no one cared about.

Even if he didn't really get to the pinnacle of art.

He also has his grandfather, who loves him and supports him like a guide, Mr. Sloth, and Miss Katsuko, who accompanies him.

He can also be a happy person, a kind person.

Besides, even if it is just the screen name of Detective Cat, Gu Weijing is actually more successful than that Ms. Carroll, and is much luckier.

As long as he realizes that he already has so many precious and beautiful things, he has no need to be afraid.

"Hats off! Ms. Carroll. ”

Gu Weijing raised his teacup to the moon in the sky and took a sip of bitter tea.

Whether it's an eighteen-year-old coming-of-age ceremony or a tribute to a venerable predecessor from a hundred years ago, it seems that it is only with wine that it is enough to meet the occasion.

On the way back, Gu Weijing also asked Uncle Alai to drive to the gift shop on Diplomat Street and buy a bottle of red wine back.

There are very few famous Bordeaux wines such as Lafite and Rouge for sale in Yangon, and the most expensive is an American wine called Whistling Eagle.

1.8 million kyats per bottle.

Gu Weijing can be regarded as a small impulsive consumption.

However, when the wine was opened, Gu Weijing thought that Cao Lao asked him not to touch wine, sex, wealth, and anger, so that he could hold a steady brush when he was old.

Gu Wei fought for a short while.

A drink might not hurt either, and he won't have to worry about Parkinson's for at least another half a century.

Still, he decided not to break the vows.

Under the social conditions at that time, Ms. Carol could choose to go to the Far East to paint and sketch, and she should also be a free and easy strange woman, and she would not care about these small sections.

He toasted Ms. Carroll with tea instead of wine.

(End of chapter)