Gu Weijing didn't know how surprised Miss Sakai was at this moment. He was in an immersive painting state.
In my mind, I only have the scenery outside the window, the drawing board in front of me, and the brush in my hand.
Gu Wei's writing skills are as fast as flying,
Without the original painting in front of me as a reference, the angle of view of the building from the porter's cabin window is slightly different from Carroll's perspective when framing the scene.
Coupled with the passage of one hundred and fifty years, the weathering and gloss of the stone on the surface of the old church have also undergone subtle changes.
If you have to use a ruler and a semicircle to measure it bit by bit, there are still some differences between the shape of the old church created by Gu Weijing this time and the shape of the old church written by Carroll.
If you just use it - not even the lines and color point positions of the original work are different, a one-to-one copy.
This condition is the criterion for similarity to make judgments.
This work may not even be as accurate as the one he used to illuminate "Old Church" on his easel with a projector in Gu's Book Gallery, and then carefully traced the shape with a pencil.
However, the restoration pursued by art copying has never required the copyist to completely copy the original work like a printer.
It is the consistency of the brushwork and the harmony of the soul.
The expressiveness of the brushstrokes and the richness of the colors in the painting that Gu Weijing is currently painting are much higher than before.
The improvement brought by experience points,
It can not only be used to express candlelight, but also has obvious progress in expressing the architectural structure of the church and the color and shadow of the wall.
For the first time in my life,
Gu Weijing felt the image of Carroll's "Old Church on a Thunderstorm" welling up from the bottom of his heart. Various paints flowed freely from the tip of the pen, intertwined with the canvas woven from flax fibers.
It feels so clear and real.
He used to be just a clumsy imitation of Handan's toddler.
What I am doing now is to "print" the original painting from my soul with my heart.
This is a fundamental difference.
Three thousand experience points poured down like a waterfall, allowing Gu Weijing to finally cross the invisible threshold between "similarity in form" and "similarity in spirit". He seemed to be able to detect the gaze of the female painter from a distant time. .
Gu Weijing slightly modified the reflection effect of the dark clouds and lightning on the thunderstorm day on the white masonry structure of the church surface, perfecting the details until the copying was completed.
A prompt came from the virtual panel.
[The current copying painting - "Old Church on a Thunderstorm Day" has been completed! 】
He heard the sound of the system.
[The similarity of this copying is: 59.6%, you have obtained an intermediate treasure chest in the system! 】
Gu Weijing gently wiped the light sweat from his forehead with his wrist.
He was in no hurry to check the treasure chest.
The spiritual resonance with the senior female painter made him feel like he was sleepwalking after he stopped writing, and his expression was in a trance for a moment.
Gu Weijing gently handed the brush in his hand to Sakai Katsuko, who was stunned and silent, and walked out of the concierge's hut.
After a moment's hesitation, he stepped into the rain in the yard.
It's like walking into the scenery painted by one's own painting.
The rain is not cold, just slightly cool. The dark night covers the chimneys of modern factories in the distance. The Good Luck Orphanage seems to be an island of time frozen in a painting, a dream from the long nineteenth century that has not yet been awakened. .
Gu Weijing squatted down gently, touched the rain-drenched land with his fingers, and said hello to the ghost who seemed to come to life briefly under his paintbrush.
"Hello, Miss Carroll."
"Hello, little painter of later generations." A cold female voice in the darkness responded to Gu Weijing's greeting.
Gu Weijing woke up from his trance,
It wasn't an illusion, he actually heard someone respond.
He turned around in surprise and found that it was Sakai Katsuko walking up to Gu Weijing holding an umbrella.
The girl smiled playfully, tilted her head and said, "I saw the birth of a miracle. I think Senior Carol must have seen it too, so I will answer you for her."
Sakai Katsuko tilted her umbrella to block the rain falling from Gu Weijing's head, her eyes seemed to be filled with surprise, reverence, and love.
…
"Katsuko has really grown up."
At this time, Mrs. Sakai was not in a good mood.
on the contrary,
She was like any mother who finds out that her caring little cotton-padded jacket has been taken away by another bastard, with a bit of mania and a bit of powerlessness.
Mrs. Sakai sat silently on the hotel sofa, with a bottle of white wine in the hotel cabinet on the coffee table next to her.
The bottle of white wine was opened, and some news program was playing on the TV.
Mrs. Sakai was not in the mood to drink, let alone watch TV.
The blonde lady just held the goblet in both hands and sniffed the wine, using the smell of ethanol and vanillin and the sound from the TV to divert her attention.
Only in this way could she suppress the urge that kept popping up in Mrs. Sakai's heart to rush out and catch Katsuko back.
She was as anxious as the desperate housewives in TV dramas who worry about their children's education.
Mrs. Sakai's sleep was not that deep.
When Katsuko Sakai was applying makeup like a little hamster in the living room, she had already opened her eyes.
Mrs. Sakai, however, resisted the urge to yell and question her daughter. She watched Katsuko Sakai disappear at the door of the hotel, opened her mouth several times, but ultimately said nothing.
Mrs. Sakai is not the kind of parent who insists on treating her daughter like a prisoner.
Her restraint on Katsuko is just to hope that her daughter can have the best life.
She knows her daughter.
For a child like Katsuko, who has always been very well-behaved and gentle, if he really makes up his mind, it will be even harder to pull him back.
When someone goes out to play at home, the more disciplined they are, the more rebellious they become.
If she dared to lock Shengzi in the room, Shengzi would dare to escape from the balcony window outside.
So what if you really noticed it?
Katsuko is almost an adult,
She can defend against him once or twice, but not three or four times.
Even if Mrs. Sakai really follows Katsuko 24 hours a day and controls her daughter's feet, she will definitely not be happy.
At that time, there will be constant quarrels, and it is easy for mother and daughter to have emotional problems.
Why bother?
Mrs. Sakai was also young, and she was also a girl.
When I was a child,
Your parents are your whole world, but one day, your good daughter will fall in love with another boy, and you, the mother, will no longer be the closest person to her.
She will no longer listen to you, and will be obsessed with that bastard boy, caring about him, happy for him, and crying for him.
He will easily take your place in his precious daughter's heart.
Especially when a young girl falls in love with someone for the first time, that person is literally everything to her.
Even though Mrs. Sakai was mentally prepared for this, she was still extremely unhappy.
"Cabrón."
She gritted her teeth and said an unseemly curse word in Spanish.
"Hello?"
Mrs. Sakai took out her cell phone and dialed Taro Komatsu's cell phone.
"aunt?"
A long time passed before Komatsu Taro's voice rang on the other end of the phone. The other party's voice sounded muffled.
"Is Katsuko with you?" Mrs. Sakai asked patiently.
"Isn't Katsuko in the hotel?" Komatsu's tone was even more surprised than Mrs. Sakai's.
"Oh, it's okay. I just saw the text message Shengzi sent me. She went for a run in the hotel gym..." Mrs. Sakai made up an excuse in a calm tone, and then pressed the phone after a few perfunctory words.
A guy who doesn't live up to expectations, what kind of bullshit love is this?
He couldn't capture the girl's heart even if he was given a chance, Mrs. Sakai complained helplessly in her heart.
She didn't have high hopes at first.
If Taro Komatsu had the ability to secretly ask Katsuko out on a date at night, Mrs. Sakai wouldn't have to worry so much.
very good,
That's OK.
As expected, my daughter was abducted by that bastard Gu Weijing. No wonder she was in the mood to put on makeup before going out.
Mrs. Sakai cursed Kosomatsu Taro in her mind as a waste.
She walked around the suite several times, then walked into her daughter's bedroom, and finally found a note on the small refrigerator in the bedroom where the hotel room attendant put Perrier water every day.
[Mom, don’t worry, I went to the Lucky Orphanage to draw pictures with Gu Weijing. I’m sorry, don’t be angry with me!!!]
Mrs. Sakai looked at the sticky note on the refrigerator and the pitiful smile that Katsuko drew on the note. Her expression changed several times, but she still couldn't get angry with her daughter.
In the end, she just gritted her teeth, balled up the note in her hand, and sighed bitterly: "Little bastard, you'd better be nice to my daughter."
…
Sakai Katsuko and Gu Weijing sat on the bench under the eaves of the orphanage, watching the rain.
The lightning and thunder rain has finally become lighter.
From the silver line connecting the sky and the earth, it slowly turned into a drizzle of light rain, and water drops dripped along the eaves.
"Sister, like my brother, do you study painting?"
Little girl Jasmine was very clingy to Gu Weijing as usual. Seeing that he was finally not busy anymore, she ran over like a follower again.
But this time,
Little Jasmine's curiosity was more focused on the beautiful sister in the red dress who seemed to have a close relationship with Gu Weijing. She came close to Miss Shengzi and asked questions.
"Well, we all study art." Sakai Katsuko replied softly.
"I also want to learn art. The dean's aunt said that painting is only for rich people. It's all hype. The more you don't understand, the more expensive it will be. It's impossible for us children to support ourselves with paintbrushes in the future."
Jasmine's tone couldn't tell whether it was yearning or regret.
"That's not the case. Classical painting emphasizes technique, modern art emphasizes form, and avant-garde art emphasizes concept... As long as you master the appropriate method, each kind of painting has its own way of appreciating the painting. A painting that no one can understand must be A failed painting.”
Sakai Katsuko was trimming Jasmine's fingers with a small nail clipper.
While holding the child's slender hand, she explained seriously: "Learning art is to train everyone's ability to appreciate beauty. It is a kind of cultivation. You don't have to make it a career, but if you have the keen ability to capture beauty. No matter who you are, whether your situation is good or bad, poor or rich. Your life will probably be more enjoyable and richer."
Sakai Katsuko smiled and stroked the little girl's forehead with her thumb, and said softly: "For example, I think your eyes are very beautiful, which is very artistic."
She pointed to the sky again.
"Nowadays, rainy nights are also very artistic. Your brother Gu and I are very happy to see them. These are artistic beauties that do not require any cost to appreciate."
"Knowing how to appreciate beauty can make a beggar live a noble life. If you only treat paintings as monetary figures at auctions, even if you own an entire art gallery filled with famous paintings, you will still be just a slave to wealth."
Gu Weijing looked sideways at the two people talking.
Because of Uncle Alai, little Jasmine's English was good, but he was not sure whether the other party could understand Miss Sakai's somewhat advanced words.
Jasmine followed Sister Sakai's hand and looked at the night sky in trance.
"Are you here today just to paint a rainy night like this?" she asked softly.
"Yes, if you want to draw, I can teach you in the future." Sakai Katsuko said with a smile.
In fact, she only painted more than half of her own "Old Church in a Thunderstorm". She spent the rest of the time looking after the painting for the scriptures and did not complete the copying.
In fact, the moment she saw Gu Weijing complete the copy work, Sakai Katsuko no longer wanted to copy it tonight.
For a night like this, it was enough to see such great work.
Gu Weijing's copying works can certainly not be called great. Even if they are called amazing, it depends on his age.
Sakai Katsuko has seen too many famous people who can kill Gu Weijing instantly without leaving any scum left.
Simply speaking from a technical point of view,
This copy painting was submitted to a serious art exhibition by many masters, and whether it would be shortlisted or not was a matter of choice.
Moreover, for any serious art exhibition, originality is almost the most basic requirement. Copying and plagiarism are both cheating.
No matter how good the imitation painting is, it is meaningless, just like the tens of thousands of "Starry Sky" produced in the oil painting village every year, it is also meaningless from the perspective of art selection.
Even so, Sakai Katsuko still feels that this is a great enough work.
She witnessed Gu Weijing's almost miraculous progress under impossible circumstances, which made Sakai Katsuko really feel that it was Carol's soul that came from the dust and smoke of history and attached itself to the other person's body.
While thinking,
She cut her nails a little deeper, which might have hurt Jasmine a little.
The little girl retracted her hand like lightning and said apologetically in a frightened tone: "Sister, be careful not to infect you with the wound."
Sakai Katsuko smiled and shook her head, patting Jasmine's little head.
"It's okay. You're just like a normal person in my eyes. Let me see if it's broken."
It's too late now. Normally there won't be volunteers coming to the orphanage to help.
Therefore, Jasmine did not wear a special red ribbon on her hand to distinguish herself, but Sakai Shengzi heard Gu Weijing roughly tell her about this poor little girl's situation.
This is no longer the case in the 1980s when AIDS patients were panicked as if they were leprosy.
There are indeed some bad people in the world who, after getting AIDS, will try their best to infect others with the virus, but the virus is very infective under normal drug control.
Following an internationally renowned artist like Professor Kazunari Sakai, it is inevitable to participate in various charity activities. Katsuko Sakai also came into contact with AIDS patients.
Sakai Katsuko only felt pity for such a well-behaved little girl.
"Sister, you are so kind." Jasmine said softly, "You are as good as brother Gu Weijing——"
The child hesitated for a moment, then tentatively asked the most curious question in her mind, "Are you his girlfriend?"
Sakai Katsuko turned her head and looked at the boy beside her.
At this moment, the last trace of rain stopped, and the silver moonlight broke through the dark clouds and fell from the sky, still falling on the two of them.
Like some wonderful religious revelation,
Sakai Shengzi sniffed slightly, took Gu Weijing's hand, rested her head on the other person's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Yes, Jasmine, he is my lover."
(End of chapter)
