"Holy shit."
Osomatsu Taro was also cursing in his heart.
After being scolded by Katsuko Sakai to the point of being autistic, he could not bear to think about it more and more angrily in the staff lounge of Dulwich College.
Kosatsu Taro’s last remaining rationality prevented him from jumping too far under Mrs. Sakai’s nose.
In the entire Japanese art circle, Uncle Sakai is the kind of sea-fixing needle with a very large tonnage, both in terms of weight and technique.
He is also the person that his father needs to win over within the Japanese Art Association faction.
The various interest struggles in various Japanese tea arts, kendo, and art associations are famous in Asia.
It really made Mrs. Sakai anxious. Instead of becoming a family, they were forced to oppose Komatsu Gallery.
His father Kenta Komatsu was the first one who would not let him go.
If you can’t afford to offend, you can’t afford to hide.
Go to hell
I don’t want to serve you anymore, I want to go home.
Komatsu Taro directly booked a ticket to return to Osaka from Yangon International Airport this evening. Without even saying hello to Mrs. Sakai, he simply picked up a few things from the office and prepared to moisten them directly.
When he left Dulwich College angrily, he happened to see the student union updating the publicity board on campus.
Classmate Xiaosong saw Gu Weijing’s hateful face on the bulletin board at a glance.
He spat on the ground. He had already reached the school gate, but he couldn't help but stop and turned back.
When the name Gu Weijing was mentioned, there was a slow-burning dark fire in Kosatsu Taro's heart, making him feel depressed and restless.
Want to tear something apart.
"I want to see what kind of nonsense this Gu Weijing can do."
He angrily approached the bulletin board and looked at it casually. text.
I looked at him like this for nearly fifteen minutes.
Kosatsu Taro’s brows relaxed and wrinkled, wrinkled and relaxed.
The eyes looked disdainful, surprised, and shocked. The mouth opened slightly, and the expressions on his face changed extremely.
He found that Sakai Katsuko was absolutely right.
I have never really understood Gu Weijing well.
The opportunity to paint jointly with Mr. Cao Xuan made Taro Komatsu very jealous.
But what really made Kosatsu Taro feel like his feet were nailed to the spot, and he tried to leave several times but failed to move, was not all the joint mural with Cao Xuan.
Komatsu Taro has been in the top art environment since he was a child, and the great artists he has seen can be astonishing.
His vision and knowledge are beyond those of the local Burmese students around him.
With the blessing of Master Cao Xuan’s handwriting, no matter how good the painting is, it is what it deserves.
This jointly signed creationThe work may have a certain commemorative significance, but after all, it is just an old mural restored by chance for the Shwedagon Pagoda in Myanmar.
It cannot be taken away or sold.
Compared with the traditional concept of two artists jointly creating an important art painting in the name of both parties in an art exhibition, this type of joint painting in people's accustomed concept is fundamentally different.
The meaning interpreted by external media will also be hugely different.
Cao Xuan and Professor Lin Tao paint together, which is called art inheritance and an elegant event in the painting world.
Painting with children like Gu Weijing is just that the old artist has a bit of childishness, and he can take care of the children.
Even if an incompetent person paints himself with the golden paint of "painting with Mr. Cao", he still cannot become a great Bodhisattva in the temple.
Kosatsu Taro’s focus was instead on the sketch exercise draft pinned below.
"The laws are strict."
Such a comment came to his mind that made Komatsu-san particularly unhappy.
Sketching is a delicate job, and a lot of things can be seen from a set of lines.
Komatsu Taro has never been fond of drawing lines. His works are always filled with various colorful blocks, thus pursuing a chaotic, ambiguous emotional attitude.
This thing is said to have high emotional intelligence. It is called an admirer of the Austrian Secession Painting School. It is the loyal dog of Gustav Klimitt, the great Secession Painting painter who historically liked to use color blocks to express emotions. Self-proclaimed.
Low emotional intelligence is called a lack of precise pen control.
Nonsense,
The sketch lines are a mess. He doesn’t draw color blocks, but draws air.
Komatsu Taro knows his own suffering.
His sketching ability has become a bottleneck for his continued progress, and he is only at the bottom of the list among professional painters.
When he presented a painting to Katsuko Sakai at a family dinner, the other party pointed out a bunch of mistakes.
In addition to Sakai Katsuko not taking Komataro to heart, there is also the problem of his own pen lines.
The great painter Klimt liked to use color blocks, but he was not afraid to draw lines.
Klimt liked to use straight lines with a nervous, slightly trembling effect to fill the picture, emphasizing decorative, trembling, messy, and uneasy colors, making the picture full of instability.
It is obvious that the line skills have reached an extremely high level.
It is more difficult to paint a virtual painting than to paint a real one, and it is even more difficult to paint a scattered but not messy painting than to paint it neatly.
From realistic to divine, if you can’t do the former, don’t think about the latter.
When he first met Gu Weijing in the underground parking lot, he felt that Gu Weijing's sketching level was at best on par with his own.
Anyway, sketching was his shortcoming, so Komatsu Taro didn’t take it too seriously.
It has only been a few months, and the painting looks like thisLa
When it comes to oil painting techniques, there are updated base maps on Sakai Katsuko’s s.
In terms of pure sketching level, he saw this sketch on the promotional board.
"Oh, am I really not as good as him."
There seemed to be a villain in Komatsu Taro's mind sighing and commenting.
He is now rated as a "one-star painter" in the Buyer's Guide of Oil Painting Magazine.
Then how much can Gu Weijing’s painting skills be evaluated?
One and a half stars
Or higher
Komatsu Taro Looking at the names of Zhang Cao Xuan and Gu Weijing next to each other, he inexplicably thought of Cao Xuan's close disciple Tang Ning.
At the age of 29, he received a four and a half star rating.
At that time, he broke the historical record of being the youngest well-known painter with more than four stars in Asia in the past half century.
Maybe he might touch that field one day
"Don't be ridiculous. How can such nonsense speculation be possible? There are too many variables in the future of art. It doesn't have enough weight. The gallery is a stage, and he is nothing."
Kosatsu Taro shook his head and threw away this idea that even made him feel outrageous.
But Kosatsu Taro still couldn't help but think
If what he had in his hands was not the sketch of the Shwedagon Pagoda, but the sketch on the publicity board, what would he have done? Will I choose to tear up the painting anyway?
I still can’t help but sign this newcomer for my own Komatsu Gallery
“Baga is so fucking worthless”
Komatsu Taro is in my mind He cursed at himself, spat on the ground again, turned around and squeezed out of the crowd of students around him, and left angrily.
For the first time in her life, Xiaobapo Koko lost interest in joining in the fun.
She knew that there was a stage training in the evening, and her family’s police car was waiting to pick her up outside the school gate, but she pretended not to know.
Coco just wants to run around the track.
Round and round, it seemed that I could go on endlessly without thinking about anything, just running slowly to the end of time.
It is impossible to think about nothing.
As spring enters, the tree-lined campus of Dulwich College becomes noisy, with cuckoos chirping and cicadas chirping.
Miss Kou Kou’s thinking is equally chaotic.
She vigorously kicked a rugby ball left over from club or physical education class training towards the green area on one side.
The football flew into the woods, leaving only the hollow echo of the floating leaves.
Just like her empty heart at the moment.
It was heartbreaking and unforgettable, but Kou Kou didn’t feel it at all.
She has dumped more girlfriends than Gu Weijing has ever had.
Kou Kou will not be like the love-minded heroine in Korean dramas, casually dating anyoneWhen the two boys were separated, they cried so much that they wanted to lie down on the train.
She just felt empty in her heart.
It seems that when Koko just took off her braces, her tongue would always lick between the teeth unconsciously, and you would always feel that something was missing.
When Koko’s mother passed away when she was a child many years ago,
she had a similar feeling.
My mother’s brain was a little abnormal for a long time before her death.
In ancient times, this state was called "heart disease", and modern people call it "mental illness". Anyway, it is a bit crazy.
People say that this woman had a bad life and died before her husband got rich. She also said that her father's life was really good. He got promoted, got rich, and died of his wife. All the great events in life were all rolled into one.
Otherwise.
What does it look like when the wife of such a promising upstart in the police force turns out to be a crazy woman who can’t even take care of her children?
Kou Kou doesn’t think her mother is a lunatic.
It’s probably true that I don’t know how to take care of children. She had very little impression of her mother when she was still alive. When she looked back at the photos of her childhood, she found that at that time she had a tomboy-like bun and her clothes were always dirty.
But she has always preferred to remember that her mother is the only one who will stand in the 40C heat for several weeks on her birthday every year, just to pray for peace and joy for her daughter. good mother.
When Kou Kou's mother passed away, she felt empty in her heart.
I don’t want to think too much about anything.
Not crying, not laughing,
just unhappy.
"Tear."
She stood there, took another bubble gum from her pocket, tore off the wrapper and stuffed it into her mouth, chewing hard.
Blow bubbles when you are happy, and blow bubbles when you are unhappy.
This is a habit left over from her childhood.
Pop-pap-pap
Bubbles expanded and burst one after another.
Kou Kou stood there, not knowing how many bubbles she had spit, until her eyes glanced at the figure sitting by the playground.
"Hello, Mona."
Mona is sitting on a bench in the shade, holding a copy of Hilary Mantel's history Wolf Hall in her hand. This film tells the story of the ups and downs of court struggle in the era of Henry VIII and won the 2009 Booker Prize.
Probably
Anyway, that’s what the book jacket recommendation in the school library says.
Mona sat by the playground for so long, still staring at the title page without reading a single word.
She just picked up a thick-looking book and used it as a pretense so that she could have a quiet environment and be quiet.
"I don't regret it."
Mona said softly to herself.
Yes,
She does not regret it.
She must also tell herself that she has no regrets.
A choice is a choice. Mona just tries her best to implement the life plan she imagined in her mind, and struggles to move towards a high-class life.
She realized that she had misjudged Gu Weijing.
Perhaps what he said when he came to his home that day was not some wishful thinking.
I can’t blame anyone, I just blame myself for being blind, and deep down in my heart, I don’t want to believe this boy.
But the matter has passed, so what can we do now
Just now he said such heartless words, and he whipped the little donkey away from him again and again.
Now they finally stopped bothering her and left obediently as she wished.
As a result, Mona discovered that the little donkey could run very fast, so she immediately turned around and licked her face and said that nothing happened just now.
"Let's continue as before."
Goodbye.
This is really too philistine and disgusting
Mona just passed the scene casually in her mind and felt sick to her stomach at the thought of her appearance. vomit.
She felt that she had never been so "ugly".
Miss Sandenou is willing to bear Mrs. Cruz’s disdainful scorn with a self-indulgent smile for a place in the advanced class.
Only he was unwilling to do this in front of Gu Weijing.
"Will he come to me again?"
Mona felt like there were fifteen buckets in her heart, and she prayed that she would have another chance.
As long as Gu Weijing is willing to come to her again, even if she just sends a text message, she is willing to apologize properly.
"There is nothing to regret. If I choose again, I will probably do it again."
"It is the last word to be strong. He can paint with Mr. Cao Xuan , but I also relied on my own efforts to attend Professor Cruz's advanced class."
Mona kept comforting herself in her heart.
Miss Sandnu forced her face to show the same generous and decent smile that belonged to the student union president.
She wanted to show that Gu Weijing's incident didn't seem to affect her at all.
However, Mona still held the large English book in her hand tightly and hid her face.
She doesn’t want anyone to see her now
No need to think about it, Mona also knows that in the gossip that grows faster than the weeds on the roadside in the school, Those little girls who liked yin and yang were talking about how unpleasant the tone of the female president was.
Gu Weijing is so famous now.
It seemed how embarrassed Mona was.
Today is really not Miss Sandnu’s lucky day.
She didn’t want to see anyone, but she heard someone calling her name.sound.
Mona's shoulders trembled slightly, and just when she turned her head, she saw Kou Kou standing next to her.
If there was a list, it could be a list of the classmates that Miss Sandenou least wants to meet at this moment.
Then Kou Kou’s name is definitely number one on this list.
Mona and Koko are like two magnets that repel each other. From the first day she transferred to Koko, they have not been able to deal with each other very well.
Precisely.
Coco and Mona are not easy to deal with.
Obviously this girl can get along well with everyone else in the school, but she always likes to target herself.
Girls perform group dances to position themselves in the corner. When I held a birthday party, I sent invitations to all the students in the class, but I "forgot" to send them to myself. He also apologized hypocritically, and then sent me a photo of him showing off his arrogance at the birthday party, saying, "It would be great if you were here."
What's more, just when there was a rift between herself and Gu Weijing, she hooked up with her little boyfriend.
Who is this bitch if not a bitch
Mona thought she had said it quite politely about the word "hateful".
"Hello, Kou Kou."
Mona nodded to Kou Kou with a stern face and glanced at the "coquettish" holes in the other party's pants.
She was in a bad mood.
Mona made up her mind. If Kou Kou used Gu Weijing to ridicule her, she would retaliate against him for not dressing according to the school rules, and then report Kou Kou to Teacher Feng Ji.
Forget it, it seemed like he was too angry after being stabbed in the center of the pain.
Otherwise, say, "I'm very happy for Gu Weijing. I wish you all a good time and hope to be nice to Gu Weijing."
Damn it, what a pitiful failure this is. Canine Manifesto.
After thinking about it, Mona simply stood up and prepared to turn around and leave.
"Wait a minute, do you know I have seen you before, Mona."
Kou Kou raised her hand to stop her.
There was no victorious look on her face, and Mona was surprised to hear a bit of desolation in her tone.
Have seen me before
Mona paused. She was confused by these words and asked inexplicably.
"I'm not referring to Dulwich College. There is a hotel called Serenity Valley near Diplomat Avenue in the Queens District of Yangon. The first floor of the hotel is a children's pottery studio. It was probably the summer vacation of the third or fourth grade. , we all took pottery classes there. At that time, I was very lonely and no one wanted to be in the group with me," Kou Kou said softly.
"Oh, you are, the girl with glasses and braces"
Even though the details that Kou Kou said were very clear, Mona recalled it for a long time before she was suddenly stunned.
Yangon is the economic center of Myanmar.
Even if Myanmar is in chaos, some places are like hell on earth and the living conditions remain the same as those of pre-colonial times.Folk era. The city center of Yangon is relatively wealthy and the living conditions are still very modern.
There is a paradise on earth like the Xihe Guild Hall, a five-star luxury hotel, a private aristocratic school, and a pottery museum for children to cultivate their hobbies during the holidays.
There was a young police chief who had just been widowed.
He had just been transferred to an important position and was entrusted with important responsibilities. He had no time to deal with family affairs, so he enrolled his daughter in an interest class during the summer vacation. I want my withdrawn daughter to learn pottery to change her mood.
Psychological research shows that modern children generally develop empathy after the age of twelve.
Man is neither good nor evil at the beginning, he is just chaotic and ignorant.
Therefore, in many cases, the younger you are, the more common school bullying happens.
To give an insulting nickname and isolate a female classmate with dark skin, dirty skirts, metal braces and thick-rimmed glasses is a trivial matter not worth mentioning.
The little girl’s nickname at that time was “Glasses Girl” or “Glasses with Braces and Glasses”.
Even the ceramics class teacher would occasionally call her "Xiao Hei", making a self-described "harmless" joke based on her skin color, which was slightly darkened by the sun at the time.
The little girl is very stubborn and a little lonely.
She will not cry even if she is laughed at, nor will she sue her parents.
Her father, a police officer, is homeless every day, her mother is gone, and she doesn’t even know who to talk to.
She just bit her metal braces, staring at a pair of big eyes that were as beautiful as her mother but hidden by the big frames so that no one could see them. She stared at those who laughed at her, isolated her, and used her body to Features amuse the faces of peers.
It is as if he has seen through the indifference and coldness of this world without warmth at a young age.
Until one day, a pair of new classmates came to the ceramics class.
"Mona, should we be in a group with this classmate?" the boy asked the little girl next to him who was wearing a bunch of small gold rings on her arms and looked very pretty.
"Why are there two or three people in a group? Just the two of us together."
"Let's play together. I think she always seems to be alone at the table. It’s not convenient to pinch anything.”
“No, no. She looks so weird, with such old-fashioned glasses and swollen eyelids. She is as ugly as a goldfish. A group."
"Don't talk like that, I think the braces are pretty cute. Let's do it with her."
They just pinched them. Weeks of pottery until the holidays are over.
That boy is a bit precocious, like a little adult, extremely gentle and patient.
Ceramics class is the first interest class the little girl has ever taken in her life. She is clumsy in everything she does.
The soft clay they kneaded is always crooked when it is taken out of the oven.If it doesn't look good, it can often lead to a burst of not-so-good-natured laughter.
The other girl named Mona was very serious about everything she did. When she was laughed at, her face turned red. She stamped her leather shoes with determination and asked not to be in the same group with her next time.
But every time, I would be half dragged and half pulled by the boys.
Sometimes the pinching was so bad that the little girl’s eyes turned red and she felt embarrassed.
The boy touched her head like a little old man.
"Coordination is something that needs more practice. Don't cry, Mona, did we buy something to eat at the newsstand on the way here?"
The boy handed over two bubble gums.
I chewed one myself, and pushed the other one away from the candy wrapper and stuffed it into the girl's hand.
"Here, I'll teach you how to blow bubbles, and you won't feel sad when you blow bubbles."
The boy struggled to blow the bubbles for a long time, but no bubbles came out.
The little girl smiled slowly.
Just like in the fairy tale, the little match girl saw the warm fire in winter.
Childhood is everyone’s life.
When children open their eyelids in ignorance, they reflect the world with their eyes. The world is warm, and life is warm. The world is cold, life is cold.
When historians of William II, Napoleon, Cromwell, and Emperor Wanli study the historical materials of these great figures, they can find that some shadows of their childhoods have penetrated the important decisions of their lives.
Sometimes,
burning the whole world to ashes cannot make up for the shortcomings of childhood.
Sometimes,
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