Gu Weijing didn't know how surprised Miss Sakai was at this moment. He was in an immersive painting state.
The only thing in my mind is the scenery outside the window, the drawing board in front of me, and the paintbrush in my hand.
Gu Weijing’s brushwork is as fast as flying.
Without the original painting in front of him as a reference, the angle of the building from the window of the porterhouse is slightly different from Carroll’s angle of view when shooting 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 little by little, 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 simply use the original work, even the lines and color point positions cannot be different, and it will be 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 the 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 Gu Weijing paints now are much higher than before.
The improvement brought by experience points
can not only be used to express candlelight, but also has obvious effects on the architectural structure of the church and the color and shadow of the wall. progress.
For the first time in his life,
Gu Weijing felt the image of the old church in the thunderstorm written by Carroll welling up from the bottom of his heart, and various paints were on the tip of his pen. It flows freely and is entwined 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 an essential difference.
Three thousand experience points poured down like a waterfall, allowing Gu Weijing to finally cross the invisible threshold between physical resemblance and spiritual resemblance. He seemed to be able to detect the female painter's distant past. Come watch.
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 copy of the painting Old Church in a Thunderstorm has been completed
He heard the sound of the system.
The similarity of this copying is 596, and 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 not in a hurry to check the treasure chest.
The spiritual resonance with the senior female painter made him feel as if he was sleepwalking after he stopped writing, with an expression on his face.A moment of trance.
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 your own painting.
The rain is not cold, just slightly cool. The dark night covers the chimneys of the modern factories in the distance. The Good Luck Orphanage seems to be frozen in the picture, an island of time, a scene from the long nineteenth century. The century has not yet awakened from the dream.
Gu Weijing knelt down gently, touched the rain-drenched land with his fingers, and said hello to the ghost who seemed to have briefly come to life under his paintbrush.
"Hello, Miss Carroll."
"Hello, young painter of future generations." A cold female voice in the darkness responded to Gu Weijing's greeting.
Gu Weijing woke up from his trance.
It was not a hallucination. He actually heard someone respond.
He turned around in surprise and found that it was Sakai Shengzi 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, with a look that seemed to be stunning, reverent, and love in her eyes.
"Katsuko has really grown up."
At this time, Mrs. Sakai was not in a good mood.
On the contrary,
She is like any mother who finds 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 distract her attention.
Only in this way can Mrs. Sakai suppress the urge to rush out and capture Katsuko.
She is as anxious as the desperate housewives in TV dramas who worry about their children’s education.
Mrs. Sakai did not sleep that deeply.
When Katsuko Sakai was applying makeup like a little hamster in the living room, she had already opened her eyes.
But Mrs. Sakai 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 Shengzi is just to hope that her daughter can have the best life.
She knows her daughter.
For a kid like Katsuko who has always been very well-behaved and gentle, it would be even harder to pull him back if he really made up his mind.
The more you discipline someone about going out to play, 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 saw it?
Katsuko is almost an adult.
She can guard against it once or twice, but not three or four times. Second-rate.
Even if Mrs. Sakai really follows Katsuko 24 hours a day and controls her daughter's feet, she will definitely not be happy.
When the time comes and they quarrel, 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 you were a child,
your parents were 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. She will be obsessed with that bastard boy, care about him, be happy for him, and cry for him.
He will easily replace your position 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 if Mrs. Sakai was mentally prepared for this, she was still extremely unhappy.
"ca
on bastard."
She gritted her teeth and said an unseemly curse word in Spanish.
"Hello"
Mrs. Sakai took out her mobile phone and dialed Taro Komatsu's mobile phone.
"Auntie"
A long time passed before Kosatsu 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 clicked the button after a few perfunctory words. Got the phone.
A guy who doesn’t live up to his expectations, what kind of bullshit lover is he?
He couldn’t capture a 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 Kosatsu Taro had the ability to secretly ask Katsuko out on a date at night, Mrs. Sakai wouldn't have to worry so much.
Very good,
It’s confirmed.
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 heart as a waste.
She walked around the suite a few times, then walked into her daughter’s bedroom, and finallyLater, I 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 , looking at the pitiful smile that Shengzi drew on the note, her face 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 Sitting on a bench under the eaves of the orphanage with Gu Weijing, they kept watching the rain.
The lightning and thunder rain finally began to slow down.
From a silver line connecting the sky to the earth, it slowly turned into a drizzle of light rain, and the water Beads dripped along the eaves.
"Sister, are you studying painting like your brother?"
As usual, little girl Jasmine was very clingy to Gu Weijing, but when she saw that he was finally not busy, she became like a follower again. Ran over.
But this time,
Jasmine’s curiosity was more focused on the beautiful sister in the red dress who seemed to have a close relationship with Gu Weijing. Go to Miss Katsuko and ask questions.
"Well, we all study art." Sakai Katsuko replied softly.
“I also want to learn art. The dean’s aunt said that painting can only be learned by rich people. It is all hype. The more you don’t understand, the more expensive it becomes. It is impossible for us children to rely on paintbrushes to make a living in the future. Myself."
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 it, and no one can appreciate it. An understanding painting must be a failed painting."
Sakai Katsuko was trimming Jasmine's fingers with a small nail clipper.
While holding the child's slender little hand, she explained seriously, "Learning art is to train everyone's ability to appreciate beauty. It is a kind of cultivation. It does not necessarily have to be a career, but if you have A 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 rich."
Sakai Katsuko smiled with her thumb. She stroked the little girl's forehead 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."
"Understand Appreciating 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 full of famous paintings, you will still be a slave to wealth."
Gu Weijing looked sideways at the two people talking.
Because of AlaiBecause of his uncle, 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 draw 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.
She actually only painted more than half of the 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 a great work.
Gu Weijing’s copying works are definitely not great, and even being amazing depends on his age.
Sakai Katsuko has seen too many famous people who can kill Gu Weijing instantly without leaving any scum left.
Purely speaking from a technical point of view,
if this copy painting is submitted to a serious art exhibition by experts and masters like the clouds, it is a matter of choice whether it can be shortlisted or not.
And 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 skies 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 world. On the other party’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. He shook his head and patted Jasmine's little head.
"It's okay, you are just like a normal person in my eyes, let me see if you are broken."
It is too late now, normally no volunteers will come to orphans As a result, Jasmine did not wear a special red ribbon on her hand to distinguish her identity, but Sakai Shengzi heard Gu Weijing roughly tell her about the poor little girl's situation.
Now is no longer 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.
Being with an internationally renowned artist like Professor Sakai Kazunari, it is inevitable to participate in various charity activities. Sakai Katsuko has also been in contact with AIDS patients.
For such a well-behaved little girl, Sakai Katsuko only felt pity in her heart.Cherish.
"Sister, you are so kind." Jasmine said softly, "You are as good as brother Gu Weijing."
The child hesitated for a moment, and then tentatively asked the question in her heart The most curious question, "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 kind of wonderful religious revelation,
Sakai Katsuko sniffed slightly, took Gu Weijing's hand, and rested her head on the other person's shoulder Go up and say with a smile, "Yes, Jasmine, he is my lover." Please remember to bookmark it, the latest and fastest website for free reading without anti-theft