"Still too young..."
Gu Tongxiang did not feel relieved because of Mr. Cao's comfort. Concern made him confused. He did not notice the strange expressions on the faces of the artists around him.
He even mistakenly thought that what Mr. Cao Xuan said, "Mr. Gu, why are you apologizing?" was an irony made out of anger.
It’s over, it’s over, it’s really over…
Gu Tongxiang was so anxious that he almost went crazy. If he were not afraid that Mr. Cao would not be able to step down, he would have considered kneeling down directly in front of Mr. Cao.
After so many years of ups and downs in life, Gu Tongxiang understands things very well. It may take some time for these great artists to praise someone.
Ruining a person, haha, is really just a matter of casual words.
They don't care why things happen like this, and these artists don't have the patience to care. They only care about the results.
The result is,
His own grandson, the future pillar of the Gu family who passed down calligraphy and painting from generation to generation, personally destroyed the works that Cao Laoqing had put so much effort into.
Gu Tongxiang was regretting in his heart. He was not regretting that Gu Weijing had done something wrong, but regretting that he should not have brought his grandson to this [Master Project].
"You're still too young and too immature. It's your own fault."
Gu Tongxiang thought painfully in his heart that his grandson Gu Weijing was too young after all, just a minor, and he still did things without thinking.
If a painter of his age and with sufficient social experience were here, the moment he saw the complicated "Picture of Worshiping the Buddha and Protecting the Dharma" on the mural, he would know that there is something wrong with this matter, and he would definitely not write it easily.
Gu Tongxiang moved his eyes to one side and covered his face as he looked at Tsunamasa Sakai, who was at a loss for Gu Weijing. He secretly sighed in his heart that this boy has a good father.
Although it was Gu Weijing who graffitied the picture of worshiping the Buddha and protecting the Dharma, it was Tsunamasa Sakai who signed the sign. His mistakes were definitely not small, accounting for at least 50% of them.
Only ignorant parents will blindly favor and defend their children when they have clearly done something wrong, which will only make people feel disgusted.
Gu Tongxiang felt that at least half of Sakai Kazunari's slap just now was for others to see.
I, a professor like Kazunari Sakai, a great international award-winning artist, slapped my son so mercilessly, and the rest of you don’t look at the face of a monk or the face of a Buddha, you have to give me some face no matter what, don’t talk to me anymore The younger son is worried about it.
On the contrary, this is to protect Tsunamasa Sakai.
No matter how this matter is handled in the end, receiving this harsh slap will at least directly remove most of the clouds that shrouded Tsunamasa Sakai's future artistic path.
Even if Mr. Cao was angry again, he would probably be too embarrassed to embarrass the children of the Sakai family, so the only one who would take the blame would be his grandson.
Gu Tongxiang understood the other party's behavior, he just hated that he didn't have such a big face.
His body was shaking slightly because of too much worry.
"Don't destroy my grandson, don't destroy my grandson... If money can solve the problem, I will pay for this painting even if it is a piece of cake."
He prayed over and over again in his heart.
He was going to take his grandson and apologize to Mr. Cao properly, although the apology was always very pale and weak.
But now, what can he do?
"Mr. Gu, don't worry."
A chubby hand patted Gu Tongxiang's shoulder, stopping his trembling.
He turned his head, and it was Kazunari Sakai who was talking to him.
Kazunari Sakai looked away from the mural and looked at Gu Weijing, who was holding a paintbrush with paint all over his body. Then he lowered his head and looked at his son. The plump flesh on his cheeks trembled twice.
Finally, his eyes fell back on Gu Tongxiang.
"If Gu Weijing can't go to Mr. Lin Tao's studio, he might as well become my student."
Gu Tongxiang was stunned.
If he saw it correctly, the look Kazunari Sakai looked at himself was...envy?
…
Mr. Cao walked to the mural step by step with a cane, raised his head, and carefully looked at all the details that had just been colored on the "Picture of Worshiping the Buddha and Protecting the Dharma."
Gu Weijing on the side had already put down his painting brush and stood aside honestly. He just took painting seriously and was not stupid.
After discovering that something was wrong, he mended the corner of the concubine's clothes in front of him, and of course he stopped writing.
"Boy, do you know what you did?"
Mr. Cao looked at it for a long time before lowering his head and looking at Gu Weijing.
"Painting." Gu Weijing replied expressionlessly.
"Painting? Is this what you should be painting?"
Mr. Cao's tone was very stern.
"The mission card I received says No. 17, which is the picture of worshiping the Buddha and protecting the Dharma."
"I don't care what happened, but how old are you, don't you think there is a problem with receiving such a mission?"
Mr. Cao lowered his head, his tone was very cold, and he said hoarsely: "I have already said beforehand that if anyone dares to mess around in the project, I will never tolerate him. Do you think I am joking?"
Gu Weijing was silent.
Mr. Cao had no intention of letting him go lightly.
"Since you knew there was a problem, why didn't you go to the staff and ask?"
"The staff have all gone to have lunch."
"Mr. Cao, it's Tsuna Chang's fault and it has nothing to do with Xiao Gu." Sakai Issei spoke from the side.
"I don't care, it's his own business."
I don’t know why Mr. Cao acted a little picky. Even the other artists on the side felt that Mr. Cao was a little harsh today.
"Didn't you expect that there would be a problem in this situation? Why is it such a coincidence that when others went to have lunch, you got a mural that was not yours to touch? Do you know that if you messed up the painting today? What are the consequences?"
He raised his head and glanced sternly at the crowd around him, then lowered his head again and asked sternly.
"What if someone wants to harm you today?"
Um?
Tanaka Masakazu in the crowd trembled slightly.
With his artistic vision, he was not so quick to tell that there was something wrong with the paint that Gu Weijing mixed, but he was able to observe words and colors, and he had already realized that something was not right about the atmosphere around him.
At least he didn't feel that the fiery eyes those old artists looked at Gu Weijing looked like they were looking at a bastard who had made a big mistake.
Originally, when he saw the old gentleman scolding Gu Weijing sternly, he felt that things were finally developing in the direction he imagined.
But what's going on with this sentence?
[What if someone wants to harm you today] - This sentence is not so much a reproach as a love.
As soon as Mr. Cao said these words, today's matter has directly changed from Gu Weijing's unauthorized "destroy" of Mr. Cao's works to someone who wants to harm him.
God knows how carefully Tanaka Masakazu did things.
From what happened that day, he had been jealous of Gu Weijing.
Always paying attention, observing everything, and waiting for a few days, the emperor paid off and found the perfect opportunity to frame him.
Call the police!
Call someone to check it out!
I have gone through so much trouble, and it turns out that Sakai Tsunamasa's signature on the registration form is genuine, and Gu Weijing's drawing on the picture of worshiping the Buddha and protecting the Dharma is also genuine.
How can you, an old guy, settle the matter with just one word?
There is a law!
Tanaka Masakazu even felt a little aggrieved.
