"Because of what?"
Gu Weijing is also speculating on how Saint-Exupéry portrayed the arrogant monarch of the Lonely Planet when he wrote "The Little Prince".
"Tired and lonely."
After hearing Mr. Sloth's narration, this idea came to Gu Weijing's mind.
People often say that "The Little Prince" is a fairy tale about loneliness, and every character in it is very lonely.
Gu Weijing had never understood where the King was lonely before, but now he understood a little bit.
According to the encyclopedia, the king is hypocritical and arrogant, authoritarian and conceited.
None of this is wrong.
But when he was faced with wanting to leave the little prince, the reason why he was so angry was not because his authority was challenged, but just because he failed to please the little prince.
He is lonely,
I really want to have a new companion to accompany me.
Therefore, the king would angrily prevent the little prince from leaving, and at the same time carefully promise the little prince to serve as various ministers, just like a child who gives various toys to others and asks them to play with him.
In this fairy tale, the king does sit on the four seas, but the so-called four seas are just a small, empty star the size of a palm.
His only life is to sit in a chair and watch the sun and the moon rise and set, day after day, year after year.
A king is both the sole master and the only slave of his own wealth.
Mr. Sloth gave Gu Weijing time to think.
Instead of asking questions, he continued reading.
["Don't leave," the king said loudly. He finally had a subject, and he was very proud. "Don't leave, I, I can appoint you as a minister——"]
The sound of Mr. Sloth reading passages from "The Little Prince" reached his ears.
Gu Weijing picked up the paintbrush again.
He used the tip of his pen to sketch on the sketch paper the outline of the monarch sitting on a tiny star like an orange floating in the universe.
The luxurious throne, the bulging and slightly upturned beard, the arrogant expression, and the trace of careful flattery and loneliness hidden in the eyes...
This time,
He cleared his mind of the long list of experts' literary understanding of "The Little Prince" on Wikipedia, and was completely immersed in Mr. Sloth's voice.
The feeling of separation no longer bothered him.
He seemed to be in a state of fantasy.
The ethereal and unpredictable fairy tale characters formed a real and illusory shadow in front of Gu Weijing's eyes.
Like a piece of fluttering veil, he finally caught it in his hand.
"rustle."
The studio became quiet, except for the sound of Mr. Sloth reading and the sound of Gu Weijing's pen tip rubbing against the paper.
Just a few minutes later,
This sketch is nearly complete.
He finally used a simple curve as the finishing touch for the hem of the king's robe on the sketch paper.
[Title of work: ""King"—The Little Prince"]
[Sketch Technique: Level 4 Professional Level 1 (2103/5000)]
[Chinese Painting Techniques: Level 4 Professional Level 1 (903/5000)]
[Emotion: Feeling in the heart]
"It's done!"
Gu Weijing looked at the sketch paper in his hand, clenched his fists, and murmured to himself.
…
Monday,
Gu Weijing held his textbook and walked through the corridor of the Dulwich teaching building.
Today is the day when the advanced class starts.
The school's original art classroom on the third floor was allocated to Mrs. Sakai and her gifted class students.
And "ordinary" students like Gu Weijing who were not selected by big artists need to go to the public studio in the teaching building on the north side.
The school’s original sketch teachers will provide unified tutoring and classes there.
"Hey, little thief, I caught you."
As I walked, I heard the sound of hard plastic wheels rubbing against the tiles on the floor.
Gu Weijing turned his head and saw a girl on a skateboard sliding towards him in the corridor of the teaching building.
The girl turned sideways lightly beside him, and the skateboard under her feet bounced up like a spring, and she caught it in her hand.
The long dark hair fell, and the small metallic skulls on the earrings collided with each other, making a clear sound like bells.
It's Kou Kou.
Little thief?
"If you skateboard in the teaching building, your conduct points will be deducted, right?"
Gu Weijing looked at Kou Kou and said doubtfully.
"Hmph, do you see any disciplinary committee members around here?" Kou Kou rolled her eyes. She held the skateboard in her arms, leaned forward, and looked Gu Weijing up and down.
""The Little Prince"? Can't you tell, classmate Gu Weijing is quite young and fresh at heart! This version is so strange..."
Kou Kou stared at the English title on the white cover of Gu Weijing's hand.
Gu Weijing turned over the book in his hand.
This strangely bound book was handed over to me yesterday through the consultant named Dyson.
It looks strange because it is not an officially published work, it looks like the product of a pirated printing factory. There is nothing but the title "The Little Prince" on the pure white plain cover.
To be precise, it is the Scholastic Group's internal white text of the new version of "The Little Prince" translated by Mr. Hawke, the dean of the Department of English Literature at Oxford University.
My illustrations serve this book.
The Little Prince is not too long, the full text is only about 300,000 words, but Mr. Sloth is not a ruthless manuscript reading machine.
It’s impossible to read it all for yourself in one day.
They agreed on a time and would read to themselves online for about an hour and a half every night. Gu Weijing himself also needed to read this fairy tale from time to time.
There is no saying that after reading a book a hundred times, its meaning will become apparent.
However, Gu Weijing still has to strive to be familiar with the overall story and some classic passages.
In the past two days, he has completed character profiles of three fairy tale characters: the King, the Rose and the Drunkard.
In the virtual taskbar, the number of line drawing sketches that met the requirement of feeling something in my heart also reached the number [8/20] after one weekend.
Gu Weijing is quite satisfied with the current progress of the task.
At this rate, this week's tasks will probably be completed in full.
"Little thief?"
Gu Weijing changed the topic and looked at Kou Kou in confusion: "Why did you call me that."
"Oh, my father said that if an ordinary person becomes rich in a short period of time, he is most likely not following the right path."
Koko stared into Gu Weijing's eyes like a seasoned police detective.
"Especially in a place like Myanmar."
Just when Gu Weijing thought that with this momentum, she would take out a handcuff from somewhere around her waist in the next moment.
Kou Kou suddenly winked playfully.
"Wow, what a hidden tycoon! Let's be friends!"
Gu Weijing had to admit it.
There is indeed a reason why Koko is so popular in school.
She has lively eyebrows, cheerful personality, and a well-off family but is not domineering.
Although she was a little jealous that Kou Kou was so popular among her female classmates, she would secretly ridicule her for her loose style.
However, Gu Weijing actually didn't have much ill feelings toward Kou Kou.
She's just cool.
She is so cool that you never know what she will say next. She is a very interesting girl.
"Koko, our family just runs a small gallery."
Gu Weijing said helplessly.
"Can a small gallery owner afford a Bentley? That car of yours, converted into Myanmar currency, is enough to pay all the police officers in the Yangon Police Station for a year."
Koko tilted her head, as if looking at a humanoid dinosaur hidden beside her.
"After being a classmate for so many years, I discovered that the real wealthy people are actually around me! Compared with our low-key Master Gu, the rich boys in the school are simply inferior!"
She stuck out her tongue.
Bentley?
Gu Weijing thought for a moment and knew that Kou Kou had seen the luxury car he got into at the Yangon office of Schonbrunn Palace that Friday.
He felt it was best not to explain too much about this matter.
Gu Weijing ignored Kou Kou's eager look for "gossip" and said softly, "You misunderstood, it was just a coincidence."
After saying that,
He turned around and walked into the classroom.
At this time, there was still less than half an hour before the class started. In the public studio, there were a few students sitting here and there. The stern-faced blond professor sat behind the podium, holding a computer and sorting out lesson plans.
"Well, isn't this the first in the grade?"
"The top grader can't even get into Professor Cruz's advanced class. Some people have been saying before that he was helping Miss Sandenou with her homework. I'm afraid it's not the other way around."
"Is Miss Sandenu worthy of him? The toad wants to eat swan meat. A loving candlelight dinner between the boss and Miss Sandenu in a high-end restaurant is the income of their small gallery for the entire year. .”
There was a burst of malicious laughter from the corner of the classroom.
Gu Weijing turned around and took a look and found that they were Jerry's younger brothers in the school team.
The strange voices of these people were not loud, but they were enough for him to hear.
As for the other students in the studio, although they had nothing to do with this matter, most of them were staring at him as if they were watching a good show.
Gu Weijing shook his head in his heart.
He guessed that these people's mocking of him was probably specially arranged by Jerry.
It seems that the other party really regards the fight for Mona's ownership as a fierce sports competition, and uses every possible means to defeat itself.
Now it's probably similar to the part where you trash talk your opponents on a basketball court.
There was something funny about him.
Gu Weijing, who has gone through a lot, really has no interest in playing jealousy with these hormonal brats.
He ignored them like a swarm of annoying flies, walked to the chair in the corner of Jiao Shi, and sat down.
Seeing Gu Weijing face their provocation, he seemed to be intimidated.
The sneers on these people's faces became even heavier, and even many people on the side joined in their discussion with great interest.
"Quiet! We need to chat outside."
The noisy discussion in the classroom affected the professor behind the podium who was preparing a lesson plan. He raised his hand and knocked on the table with his palm.
The chatter in the public studio suddenly fell silent.
Although she is definitely far worse than Mrs. Sakai, the teacher who can be assigned by Dulwich International High School to take the most important 13th grade students to prepare for the advanced class is also the most senior professor in the school.
Mr. Vattel is a German. A professor from this country with a traditional art tradition not only has good sketching skills, but also inherits the unique old-fashioned character of the Germans.
Unlike those foreign teachers from the United States or Canada who have a lively personality that laughs and scolds, this old gentleman who teaches sketching is very strict.
Students generally don't dare to act recklessly in his classes.
Professor Watter glanced around the classroom and nodded with satisfaction when he saw that the students were all as obedient as good quails.
His eyes finally fell on Gu Weijing in the corner, he hesitated for a moment, and then spoke.
"Mr. Gu, come here."
Gu Weijing raised his head. In international schools, teachers call students by their first names. Calling them Mr. So-and-so or Miss So-and-so is a very formal way of saying it.
It's usually not a good thing, it usually means you made a mistake, or it's used in a very serious situation.
He put a bookmark on the copy of "The Little Prince" in his hand, put it in the desk drawer together with the textbook, and walked to the podium.
Professor Watter stared at Gu Weijing for a moment and sighed softly.
He was deeply impressed by this local boy. His painting skills were among the best in the class, and he had always been very serious and hardworking.
Professor Wattel has always liked this child.
Not only because Gu Weijing can draw better than his classmates, but also because he has a persistence in art that is rare among other people of his age.
Professor Wattel, who comes from a developed art country and graduated from a well-known art academy, knows that it is not easy to be an art student in such a small place in Southeast Asia.
Pity.
Professor Wattel didn't know why Mrs. Sakai didn't like Gu Weijing.
Maybe the great artist has her own unique understanding of art?
"Gu Weijing, don't be discouraged. There are still a few months until the admissions meeting. You still have a chance to get into a good university."
The professor was silent for a moment and said softly.
"I saw your holiday homework, the realistic painting "Mercedes-Benz S220 Classic Car". The painting is not bad, the lines and colors are very good."
His voice was loud enough that everyone in the professor could hear it.
Professor Wattel knew that this student was not chosen by Mrs. Sakai, and he heard that he was dumped by his girlfriend, so he must be in a bad mood now.
He was worried that Gu Wei wouldn't be able to withstand the blow.
"Even if you don't have the chance to become Mrs. Sakai's student, in the history of my advanced class, students have successfully applied to the Kwantlen Academy of Fine Arts or the Zurich Academy of Art, which are ranked 80 or 90 in the world. It's really not possible. , you can also try the University of Rotterdam, which has a good relationship with our Dulwich College.”
Professor Watter sounded a little proud.
Dewey is a well-known international education group that runs private international middle schools. In addition to Yangon, it has branches in Bangkok, Cairo, London, Cape Town and other places.
Yangon is one of the Dulwich College schools with the most backward educational resources. If a student can be admitted to one of the top 100 art schools in the world, not only will the school give him a corresponding bonus, but Professor Wattel himself is also quite talented. A sense of accomplishment.
While tuition fees for private art colleges are high, grades are the most important factor.
Just like many high school teachers in Dongxia, there are huge bonuses in the city for bringing out Zhuang Yuan, if there are students in his class who are admitted to some of the best art academies in the world.
He can even get a bonus equivalent to a full year's salary, and maybe he can be promoted to a regional vice principal or something.
Of course, Vettel himself would not have such outrageous expectations.
"Come on, although you are not as good as those students who have stepped onto the ladder of success, you have to work hard for yourself, Mr. Gu Weijing."
The teacher patted Gu Weijing on the shoulder.
(End of chapter)
