When Gu Weijing was checking information about the little prince, he saw such a story on oge.
It is said that
The great dramatist Bernard Shaw read The Little Prince for the first time when he was bedridden in a sanatorium in Dublin at the age of ninety-one and was immediately moved to the point of bursting into tears. .
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 a little prince, he really never had any urge to cry like those sentimental young 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.
Dumbness 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, and he seemed to be ignoring him, not even bothering to say anything.
"Okay, if you don't want to say it, just don't say it."
Gu Weijing shook his head in frustration.
Anyway, I have already submitted my manuscript to the publisher, and the feedback from both Mr. Sloth and the Schostic Group has been very satisfactory.
This is just his attempt to put the icing on the cake.
Gu Weijing had no choice but to give up. The virtual panel had entered a thirty-second countdown.
Just look at the deep death expression on the little guy sitting on the sand dune in front of you.
Gu Weijing felt that the cool expression of the young man in front of him could enchant the hearts of girls ranging from eighteen-year-old beauties to eighty-year-old ladies with missing teeth.
Without any pictures, you can directly use it to the TV station to make a promotional poster for the 8:30 pm emotional variety show.
The longing and sadness in the expression reveal the intensity and complexity of the emotion. If you just invite a love and emotion expert to come over, you can film two hundred episodes of ups and downs of emotional conversations, and you will be fooled. A year of tears for a housewife on the couch.
Thirty seconds,
Even if the little prince changes his mind, he will be compassionate and willing to open his heart to him.
What can I say with this little time? It’s completely 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 was unwilling to pay attention to him. 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.
Oddly enough,
the little prince in front of him looks exactly like the character he originally wrote.
The same object,
what appears in his painting is just a rigid painting.
However, the young lady in front of me at this moment,
Even if she doesn’t speak or move, even if she sits there and stares at the stars, no one will treat her as a sculpture. Or puppets.
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 the two visual differences.
The pictures look exactly the same. If there is any difference, it is probably because of the eyes
Such passionate yet reserved eyes are by no means empty. It can be achieved by moving soulless dead things.
With the countdown of nineteen seconds until the candle burned,
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 the oil painting knife was about to come into contact with the linen canvas,
Gu Weijing stopped hesitantly. 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 more room for detailed operations.
In his palm,
Details are restricted areas for ordinary oil painting knives, but not for legendary painting knives.
Even using a "heavy" tool as wide as a pear-shaped painting knife, which is three and a half centimeters wide.
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 like the facial features of a human figure, unlike many painters who can only use a knife A few simple color blocks of varying sizes instead.
But this is also his limit.
"Describing the eyes of portraits" is among the subdivisions that Dao Hua is least good at, and it is also one of the things that he is least good at.
It’s like a farm insisting on letting ducks hatch goose eggs, which doesn’t make sense at all.
If this were not the case,
How could knife painting be so unpopular?
And the little prince’s eyes are too complicated.
The eye sockets seem to be composed of endless polygonal curves,Or just like an absolutely perfect circle.
Just looking at it gives people the illusion that their souls are being sucked in.
Wanting to draw the essence of this place, Gu Weijing really felt a 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 using a professional counterpart's detailed sketch.
However, his sketching level is more than one and a half stars lower than that of drawing with a knife.
When trying to draw such a complicated thing with a sketch that had just entered the realm of professional painters, Gu Weijing himself was not very optimistic about the final effect.
Just when Gu Weijing thought that time would pass by so little, the little boy on the sand dune suddenly moved
The countdown was fifteen seconds,
Even the last centimeter of the small candle end on the virtual panel has burned into smoke.
The weak flame dances and flickers in the pitiful little tear of wax like a fingernail, and the weak flame will be extinguished at any time.
As the candlelight dims,
the effectiveness of the Muse’s blessings is also fading.
The surrounding sand sea continues to sink into canyon-like gaps. , the yellow sand poured towards 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, are you shaking hands with me when we say goodbye?"
Gu Weijing was surprised.
That is not the shape of a handshake.
The boy wearing a bow tie stretched out an index finger, and the remaining evening fog around him condensed on his fingertips, forming a misty silver light group, just like the twinkling star in the sky.
In an instant, the blessing came to his heart.
Before the little prince could speak, Gu Weijing subconsciously stretched out his finger in his heart.
Finally there was no obstruction from the wall of air.
The fingers of the two people met at the boundary between reality and darkness. 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 intertwined with other flowers in the breeze, and the cranes seem to know all the cranes.
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 for an active volcano the size of a lava cake.
Day and night.
Time confronts desolation, and he is so lonely.
Until a certainOne early morning on a certain day of the year, when the sun rose, a delicate flower bloomed.
It was the only beautiful 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 was staring at the endless night sky with herself,
They were watching the sunset counting its forty-third time setting from the sky, and they were looking forward to it in silence together soon. Afterwards, the star rises from the horizon for the forty-fourth time.
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.
At this moment,
Gu Weijing felt as if he had been hit hard by something.
That is his flower.
This one alone is better than all the flowers in the world.
“Because I watered her. Because I put her in the flower cover. Because I protected her with a screen. Because I got rid of the caterpillars on her body. Because I I have listened to her complaints, her boasts, and sometimes 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-Exupery once again flowed through Gu Weijing's heart. This time it was no longer a vague emotion, but like a heavy hammer hitting hard. Broke his heart.
The wooden fish rings,
The elm trees bloom.
A tear welled up quietly from the corner of Gu Weijing's eyes.
It turns out that in the starry sky, there is a rose that belongs to him. He has spent so much time on the other person, so this is something that only belongs to him.
If you have ever owned such a rose.
You will also miss the starry sky all night long when you are lonely, recalling the way you stared at the universe together, because you are afraid that a damn goat will come out of nowhere and pick it up. Walking with fear and uneasiness.
"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. Growing The star of my rose. It is the only one that embraces our familiar scenery, our sunrises and sunsets, and our endless tenderness."
The temple of thought collapsed completely,
Little. The prince's figure slowly disappeared.
The sound as delicate as a reed finally sounded from the bottom of Gu Weijing's heart, causing ripples.
"Sir, do you know that love is not about staring at each other, but about staring in the same direction together."
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Gu Weijing opened his eyes.
Strictly speaking,
his eyes had never been closed. But he still felt like he was waking 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.
Those are dark black spots casually touched with the tip of a palette knife on a touch of yellow skin.
He did all this in the last three seconds before the candle was about to go out,
without any thought,
just like in religious legends With the inspiration of the gods, 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.
The work that should have been extremely sloppy seems to be ingenious and has the true meaning of the four words of painting, spirit, wonder and ability.
The color and ink are exquisite, and the eyes are expressive and lively, as if they are reflecting the shining star in the sky.
It seems that it is just two simple strokes with a knife, but Gu Weijing clearly knows that,
If there is no calligraphy and painting appraisal skills,
give him countless more Even if I had the opportunity to click ten thousand dots on the canvas, I still couldn't find 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 the duck egg.”
Title of the work: The Little Prince on the Dunes at Night
Painting techniques, knife painting, legendary level
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Emotional hard work
“It’s not easy to work hard.”
Gu Weijing painted this cover very slowly this time, even though he had already painted the same work He had done it once, but this time it took him more than twice as long as last time.
Except the order of color layers has been slightly adjusted.
The composition of this knife painting is almost exactly the same as the previous one.
But there is no need for any art foundation. If two people look at the canvases placed together, they can easily see the huge difference between them.
Even if the techniques of the two oil paintings are carved from the same mold, the remaining 1 aura is a hundred times more important than all the techniques combined.
The moment Gu Weijing finished the painting,
he even had the illusion that the young man on the dune was blinking at him. The last time he encountered such a feeling was Master Cao Xuan's mural of a picture of worshiping the Buddha and protecting the Dharma.
Looking at the clarity evaluation column on the system panel, the four-character comment of "hard work" finally appeared.
Gu Weijing was not as excited as he thought. Instead, he was panting as if he had just completed a feat of climbing a snow mountain.relief.
"I don't know if it will be too late to replace the manuscript with the publisher."
Gu Weijing thought.
Actually, he no longer cares much about whether the Schostic 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, he does not particularly care about worldly rewards of money and honor after the moment of reaching the top.
The beautiful scenery in front of him was already a reward for him.
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