When Gu Weijing was looking up information about the little prince, he saw such a story on Google.
It is said that
The great dramatist Bernard Shaw read "The Little Prince" for the first time when he was bedridden in a Dublin nursing home at the age of ninety-one and was immediately moved.
The old man suddenly burst into tears and choked with sobs.
"This book contains a whole philosophical system." The 1925 Nobel Prize winner in literature told a friend, "With a touch of sadness, it is incredibly beautiful and makes people cry."
Gu Weijing didn't know if his cultural accomplishment was too low, so he couldn't understand the ideological realm of other great writers and writers.
At least,
When he was reading "The Little Prince", he really never had any urge to cry like those sentimental young literary girls on the Internet.
Even when Mr. Sloth is reading and reading most passionately.
Gu Weijing could only say "Oh" suddenly in his heart, feeling that this story seemed to have some charm.
Being stupid is like a wooden fish that cannot be knocked.
It's a pity that the kid in front of me is so cold and aloof.
The other party didn't seem to be very interested in "helping and enlightening" Gu Weijing, who was just an idiot. He seemed to be ignoring him and didn't even bother to say anything.
"Okay, if you don't want to say it, then just say it."
Gu Weijing shook his head in frustration.
Anyway, I have submitted my manuscript to a publisher, and the feedback from both Mr. Sloth and Scholastic Group has been very satisfactory.
This was just his attempt to put the icing on the cake.
Gu Weijing had no choice but to give up, as the thirty-second countdown had entered on the virtual panel.
Just look at the deep death expression on the little guy sitting on the sand dune in front of you.
Gu Weijing felt,
The cool expression of the young man in front of me can enchant the hearts of girls ranging from eighteen-year-old beauties to eighty-year-old ladies with missing teeth.
You can use it directly to the TV station to make promotional posters for the 8:30 pm emotional variety show without using photoshopped pictures at all.
The longing and sadness in the expression reveal the intensity and complexity of emotions. If you just invite a love and emotion expert to come over, you can film two hundred episodes of emotional conversations with ups and downs, which is enough to fool the housewife sitting on the sofa. years of tears.
thirty seconds,
Even if the little prince changes his mind, he is compassionate and willing to open his heart to him.
What can be said in this little time? Totally useless.
Gu Weijing had no choice but to accept the reality.
He still felt a little sad for the one-time skill that he would no longer have after using it.
At this time, the young man did not want to pay attention to him, so Gu Weijing could only hold on to the idea that idleness was idleness, stretched his neck and tried his best to remember the profile of the little prince in front of him.
He wanted to see if he could copy the profile bit by bit.
It's strange to say,
The little prince in front of him looks exactly like the character he originally wrote.
The same image,
What appears under his pen are just rigid paintings.
However, the little shota in front of me at this moment,
Even if someone doesn't speak or move, or just sits there and stares at the stars, no one will treat the other person as a sculpture or puppet.
Even when Gu Weijing saw the silhouette on the sand dune from a distance just now in the Temple of Thought, he felt that the other person had a soul, so he wanted to say hello.
This vivid "anger" made him cry with envy.
Gu Weijing racked his brains to study the reasons for these two visual differences.
The pictures look exactly the same. If there is any difference, probably...
Is it because of the eyes?
Such passionate yet reserved eyes cannot be achieved by a dead thing that moves without a soul.
The countdown to the candle burning is nineteen seconds,
Gu Weijing in the bedroom began to act like a dead horse.
He picked up a little dark paint with the oil painting knife in his hand, hoping to seize the last moment to record this mysterious look.
The moment when the oil painting knife and the linen canvas are about to come into contact,
Gu Weijing hesitated again and stopped. The rough, straight flat blade of the oil painting knife is only suitable for shaping large areas of color and the macro atmosphere of the overall picture.
For example, large areas of snow and starry sky.
The eyes of characters full of delicate lines have never been the strong suit of the oil painting knife.
The legendary knife painting gave Gu Weijing the control of the picture and the subtle method of handling the knife that surpassed most painters in an instant.
Excellent techniques bring greater space for detailed operations.
In the palm of his hand,
Details are a restricted area for ordinary oil painting knives, but not for legendary painting knives.
Even using a "heavy" tool like a pear-shaped oil painting knife with a width of three and a half centimeters.
Gu Weijing can also easily use a long knife to touch a canvas area the size of a copper coin to carve out complex curves such as facial features of a human face, unlike many knife painters who can only use a few simple brushes of different sizes. color blocks instead.
But this is also his limit.
"Depicting the eyes of a portrait" is one of the areas in which I am least good at drawing sword paintings, and it is also one of the things I am least good at.
Just like a farm insisting on letting ducks hatch goose eggs, there is no boundary at all.
If not,
How come knife painting is so unpopular?
And the little prince's eyes are too complicated.
His eyes seemed to be composed of endless polygonal curves, or just an absolutely perfect circle.
Just looking at it gives people the illusion that their souls are being sucked in.
Wanting to paint the essence of this place, Gu Weijing really felt a little bit at a loss as to where to start.
He subconsciously wanted to put down the oil painting knife, replace it with a pencil, and try to use a professional and detailed sketch instead.
However, his sketching level is more than one and a half stars lower than that of drawing with a knife.
Gu Weijing himself was not very optimistic about the final effect when he tried to draw such a complicated thing with a sketch that had just entered the realm of professional painters.
Just when Gu Weijing thought that time would pass by so little, the little boy on the sand dune suddenly moved!
Countdown to fifteen seconds,
Even the last centimeter of the small candle end on the virtual panel has burned into blue smoke.
A weak flame dances and flickers in a tiny tear of wax as pitiful as a fingernail, and the weak flame will be extinguished at any time.
As the candlelight dims,
The efficacy of the Muse's blessings is fading,
The surrounding sand sea continued to sink into canyon-like gaps, and the yellow sand poured down into the abyss like a waterfall, and even the sky and stars began to collapse.
The images in Gu Weijing's mind began to blur.
The little prince was still looking sideways at the starry sky, but now he was holding his knees with one hand, and the other hand suddenly stretched out in the direction of Gu Weijing.
"Hey, do you want to shake hands with me when we say goodbye?"
Gu Weijing was surprised.
That's not a handshake.
The boy wearing a bow tie stretched out an index finger, and the remaining evening fog gathered and condensed at his fingertips, forming a misty silver light group, just like the twinkling star in the sky.
In an instant, I feel blessed,
Before the little prince could speak, Gu Weijing subconsciously stretched out his finger.
Finally, there was no obstruction from the air wall.
The fingers of the two people met at the boundary between reality and darkness, and Gu Weijing felt a tingling current surge through his body.
In a trance,
Gu Weijing saw a blooming rose on the gradually collapsing starry sky.
He couldn't tell whether the rose really existed or whether it was an illusion of the little prince. The moment the starlight fell into his arms, their perceptions quietly merged.
In the vast and boundless world, life clings closely to life, flowers lie on the ground and intertwine with other flowers in the breeze, and the crane bird seems to know all the crane birds.
Only human beings build their own loneliness.
I sit on my pocket planet and watch the sun rise and set, pull out the wildly growing buds of the baobab tree, and use the wooden stick on the back of the broom to clear the pipes of an active volcano the size of a lava cake.
Day and night.
Time stood against the desolation, and he was so lonely.
Until one early morning on a certain day of a certain year, when the sun rose, a delicate flower bloomed.
It was the only pretty rose on the small planet, so, unreasonably and fatefully, the moment it bloomed, I fell in love with the other person.
He watered the rose, sheltered her from the wind and cold, and under her arrogant instructions, he fought with the non-existent tiger imagined by Lady Rose in the air.
And she stared at the endless night sky with herself,
They watched the setting sun and counted it setting from the horizon for the forty-third time. They silently looked forward to the star rising from the horizon for the forty-fourth time soon.
From the moment I fell in love with the other person, time took on meaning again.
It seemed like only a second had passed, and it seemed like a whole thousand years had passed.
this moment,
Gu Weijing felt as if he had been hit hard by something.
Those are his flowers.
This one alone is better than all the flowers in the world.
"Because I watered her. Because I put her in the flower canopy. Because I protected her with a screen. Because I got rid of the caterpillars on her body. Because I listened to her complaints, and she of boasting, and sometimes even her silence. Because she is...my rose."
"We have seen the sunrise and the stars together."
Mr. Sloth's warm voice rose from the depths of the ocean of memories.
The words written by Saint-Exupéry once again flowed through Gu Weijing's heart. This time it was no longer a vague emotion, but like a heavy hammer that smashed his heart.
The wooden fish rings,
The elm blossoms.
A tear quietly welled up from the corner of Gu Weijing's eyes.
It turns out that there is a rose that belongs to him in the long starry sky. He has spent so much time on the other person, so this is something that only belongs to him.
If you have ever owned a rose like this.
You will also stare at the stars all night long when you are lonely, recalling the way you stared at the universe together, and you are terrified because you are afraid that a damn goat will come out of nowhere and take it away.
"In that interstellar space, whenever I feel lost and lonely, I will look up and look for the only real planet among a million out of reach stars. The star where my roses grow. The only one. It contains our familiar scenery, our sunrises and sunsets, and our endless tenderness.”
The temple of thought collapsed completely,
The figure of the little prince slowly disappeared.
The sound as delicate as a reed finally sounded from the bottom of Gu Weijing's heart, causing ripples.
"Sir, did you know? Love is not about gazing at each other, but about gazing together in the same direction."
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Gu Weijing opened his eyes,
Strictly speaking,
His eyes had never been closed, but he still felt as if he had woken up from a long dream of fantasy and beauty, and slowly opened his eyelids.
At this moment,
There was also a pair of eyes on the linen canvas in front of him.
It was a dark spot on the yellow skin that was casually touched with the tip of a palette knife.
He did all this in the last three seconds before the candle was about to go out.
Without any thought,
Just like the divine revelation in religious legends, there was a voice in his heart telling him that he should do this, and he completed it so naturally.
Gu Weijing didn't even remember how he used an oil painting knife to pull out a beige base, and then added the eyes casually like a pastry chef carving patterns on a cake.
This work, which should have been extremely sloppy, seems to be ingenious and captures the true meaning of painting, spirit, wonder and energy.
The color and ink are exquisite, and the eyes are expressive and vivid, as if they are reflecting the shining star in the sky.
It seems to be just two simple strokes with a knife, but Gu Weijing clearly knows,
If there is no calligraphy and painting appraisal skills,
Even if he was given countless opportunities and even if he clicked ten thousand dots on the canvas, he would still not be able to spot such deep eyes.
A drop of unsolidified tears fell from the side of Gu Weijing's face onto the linen canvas, but Gu Weijing smiled softly.
"A white swan has really hatched from a duck egg."
[Title of work: The Little Prince on the Dunes at Night]
[Painting Technique: Knife Painting·Legendary Level]
[Emotion: Working hard]
"It's hard work...it's not easy."
Gu Weijing painted this cover very slowly this time. Even though he had already painted the same work once, this time it took him more than twice as long as last time.
Except the order of coloring layers has been slightly adjusted.
The composition of this knife painting is almost identical to the previous one.
But without any art foundation, if two people look at the canvases placed together, they can easily see the huge difference between them.
Even if 99% of the techniques of the two oil paintings are carved from the same mold, the remaining 1% of the aura is a hundred times more important than all the techniques combined.
The moment Gu Weijing finished the painting,
There was even an illusion that the boy on the dune was blinking at him. The last time he encountered this kind of feeling was Master Cao Xuan's mural of "The Picture of Worshiping the Buddha and Protecting the Dharma."
Looking at the cleanness evaluation column on the system panel, the four-character comment "worked hard" finally appeared.
Gu Weijing was not as excited as he had imagined. Instead, he felt as if he had just completed the feat of climbing a snow-capped mountain, feeling a little breathless and relieved.
“I don’t know if it’s too late to replace the manuscript with the publisher?”
Gu Weijing thought.
In fact, he no longer cares much about whether the Scholastic Group is willing to replace the cover painting.
Just like a mountaineer who has never reached a snow-capped mountain before climbing for the first time, after the moment of reaching the top, he does not particularly care about worldly rewards of money and honor.
The beautiful scenery in front of him was already a reward for him.
"Anyway, can you send it to Mr. Sloth?"
Um……
Apologize a little.
I wrote about 5,000 words, and found that the plot of Anna's appearance was cut off after another 1,000 words, and the reading experience was not very good. I will try to finish the whole story tomorrow and release it all together.
(End of chapter)
