Almighty painter

Chapter 690: Ending Sound: Destiny Flight (Part )
"Mr. Chen, do you know Alai? He's the 'assistant' who follows me. You should know who I'm talking about, right?"

Gu Weijing asked calmly.

"He was a drug enforcement police officer. He was also a man who came from a small village. He climbed up step by step and changed his life with his own efforts. His life got better step by step until many years ago, when he fell from being just one step away from the center of power."

"That phone call to his cell phone asking him to let the drug truck go destroyed his career, destroyed the beliefs he held fast to, and destroyed his life."

Gu Weijing recalled what Uncle Alai had said to him and the stories he had told him.

"Uncle Alai always told me that he was not a truly brave man, he was just an ordinary man."

"He didn't have the courage to expose this matter like a hero. He didn't have the courage to find out who the goods belonged to. He didn't even have the courage to seize the batch of heroin. Even if he didn't consider himself, he had to consider the subordinates who were willing to believe in him."

"All he can do is drive the truck into the jungle, pour gasoline on it and burn it all. Just pretend that this incident never happened, bury his head in the sand like an ostrich, and hope that the bigwigs will forget about him."

Of course Chen Shenglin knew who Gu Weijing was talking about.

He had investigated Gu Weijing and knew all the information about many people around Gu Weijing, which enabled him to set an accurate trap for his cousin.

He had carefully read the resume of the lame man named Alai. He understood his life, his step-by-step promotion, how he became a senior military officer, and how he moved to the center of power.

He also understood the extremely darkly humorous ending.

even……

Chen Shenglin knew Uncle Alai earlier than Gu Weijing knew the caretaker of the Good Luck Orphanage in Yangon.

In his most glorious days, when Uncle Ale drove a military jeep down the long street and the guards stood at attention and saluted him.

Chen Shenglin is still in the "start-up phase" of the underground world, and is still running around looking for middlemen to set up a scheme to sell fake paintings.

At that time, Lieutenant Colonel Alai.

But Chen Shenglin wanted to meet a "big shot" but was not qualified to meet him at all.

and so.

Of course he also knew where this was going.

joke.

You burned hundreds of millions of dollars' worth of heroin. How could the boss let you go just because you were playing ostrich?

Chen Shenglin has been using this incident to warn himself.

The climb to power is a free-solo climb.

Reach the peak, or fall into the abyss.

pick one of two.

There is a saying that you should not stop climbing until you are halfway up the mountain.

Fate will never show special mercy or favor to anyone just because he or she wants to be a good person.

How ridiculous, how naive.

When he ordered gasoline to be poured on the heroin, he should have known clearly what his ending would be - a miserable, bleak ending.

The gold belt for murder and arson.

There will be no corpses when repairing bridges and roads.

The world has always been like this.

This is a paradise for wild animals.

In the Colosseum, you either become a man-eating beast or you become the one being eaten.

Wild beasts eat people.

Of course.

It's only natural.

"Uncle Alai's story made me realize for the first time the despair and helplessness of ordinary people facing the dark side of society."

Gu Weijing spoke in a low tone.

His voice spread in the silent studio, like the sound of a huqin.

"I have already escaped again and again. I have been such a coward. I just want to do my duty. I just want to be a good person. Please forgive me, okay?"

The young man spoke softly, as if he was talking about Uncle Alai, but also as if he was talking about himself.

"My grandfather particularly likes to read martial arts novels, and I often read them with him when I was a child. In the world of martial arts novels, as long as you are strong enough and good at fighting, you can often get everything you want. For people in the martial arts world, everyone cares about who is the best fighter. If you have magical powers, you can get revenge, have beautiful women and good wine, and settle scores."

"Even if you fail to conquer the world, you can still take a step back, love the country more and love the beauty more, and live freely and at ease."

Gu Weijing smiled, but the smile disappeared in an instant.

"But Uncle Alai's story tells me that the world is not like this - even if you can beat ten people by yourself, even if you have received the most professional military training, even if you have a gun on your waist. But in front of a casual phone call, you are just a helpless duckweed, you are still just a weed. Sometimes, there will be no miracles in the world, no holy light, even if you are a good person but fate is not good to you."

"You are good at fighting, but you don't have an opponent to compete with you. You have a sword in your hand, but you can't do anything."

These days, Gu Weijing always thinks of Uncle Alai.

I don't want Uncle Alai to protect me.

This is impossible.

Uncle Alai is very good at fighting.

He could use a fake gun to scare Wu Qinlai to the point of almost peeing his pants, and he could escape unscathed from Miao Angwen with ease.

But in front of Brother Hao, in front of a greater evil, Uncle Alai had no way to deal with it.

He didn't even have the ability to walk up to Brother Hao.

In the face of greater evil, he can't even protect himself.

In the face of greater evil, even Uncle Alai is just an ordinary person.

He was just a lame man with gray hair on his temples, a powerless caretaker in an orphanage.

In other words, when the dark side of fate rolls towards you like a tide, everyone is a weed...

Everyone is also an ordinary person.

Ordinary people will have concerns, will be cowardly, and will feel powerless.

This world is not the "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber" that Lao Gu loves to watch the most.

This world was what Gu Weijing took out of a box and read when he was a child, but he didn’t like it very much - the heroes in that book, "Water Margin", all died and scattered.

Gu Weijing hated "Water Margin" so much when he was a child.

He felt that it had both the compromise of the stone monkey in Journey to the West who surrendered to the Heavenly Palace, and the tragic color of the three brothers Liu, Guan and Zhang in Romance of the Three Kingdoms who failed to achieve anything in the end. It was also like Dream of Red Mansions, in the end everyone was left in a vast expanse of white and clean.

"Water Margin" is simply like a collection of tragedies.

There are some scenes in the book that will make people vent their anger, but in the end, there will still be greater tragedy, greater powerlessness, and greater compromise.

This is so frustrating.

But today, now, Gu Weijing suddenly realized... this is probably the true face of life, its true appearance?
Life is inherently unhappy.

In life.

No one can become Zhang Wuji who can accomplish everything with his fists and feet.

Even if you are lucky enough to master magical skills, even if you are gifted and have immense strength, you are just a martial arts prodigy picked out of a million.

You can only choose to be Lin Chong or Lu Zhishen.

Even if you are an extremely skilled martial artist, even if you look like a kind and respectable person, even if you are the chief instructor of the 800,000 imperial guards.

During a duel, you can beat Coach Hong like a monkey just by raising your hand.

But when you meet Gao Yanei, you are still nothing.

He flirted with your wife in front of you, and you rushed over with your fist raised in anger - "Just as I was about to punch him, I recognized him as Gao Yanei, the son of General Gao, and my hands softened."

I recognized him as Gao Yanei, the son of General Gao Minglong.

My hands became limp.

When facing a stick expert like Master Hong, Lin Chong "hit Master Hong's head with his stick, flicked the stick, and knocked him to the ground."

And facing a scoundrel who only knows how to drink and cause trouble.

His hands... softened.

When Gu Weijing read this passage, he felt that Lin Chong was cowardly and unmanly.

What kind of hero are you if you don't dare to fight back even when your wife is bullied?

These days, when painting this picture.

He casually flipped through "Water Margin" on his mobile phone, looked at the opening poem written by Shi Nai'an, sighed, and had new feelings.

"Everything in the world will eventually come to an end, and fleeting things are never real. Poverty and wealth are determined by fate, and career and fame are just dust in the gaps." - "Water Margin" Chapter 7: "The Flower Monk uproots a weeping willow, and the Leopard Head mistakenly enters the White Tiger Hall"

Everything in the world will eventually come to an end, and career and fame will become dust in the gaps.

Sometimes ordinary people are powerless, weak, and helpless.

When you meet Gao Yanei, or something else.

You just want to swallow your anger like a coward.

You want to "let him go for now."

But you want to forgive fate.

But fate doesn't want to forgive you.

It is to force you to be exiled to Cangzhou Road and to go to Liangshan on a snowy night.

It makes everything become fleeting flashes in the eyes and become dust in the cracks.

Lu Zhishen should be more open-minded about such things.

Lu Zhijie was also more free and easy than Lin Jiaotou. When he knew about this, he persuaded his good brother Lin Chong, "Why are you afraid of him, the general? Why should I be afraid of him? Why should I be offended by him? If I run into that bastard, I will give him three hundred blows from my Zen stick."

Maybe Lu Zhishen understands.

You can't predict what will happen in this damn world, so you might as well avenge your buddy while you have the chance. Then rush up and put a sack on Gao Yanei, beat him with the stick three hundred times, and beat him till he's smelly!

But even if you are the heroic and free and easy Lu Zhijie.

What can you do?
End of story.

Suddenly you hear the sound of war drums outside the door in the middle of the night. You grab your Zen stick, rush forward to fight, but find that what is in front of you is the Qiantang River tide rolling in.

The old monk next to you tells you, "This tide comes twice a day and night, and never breaks its schedule. Today, August 15th, it should come at the third watch, and because it never breaks its promise, it is called the tide signal."

Then you suddenly realize something, look up to the sky and laugh, put your left foot on top of your right foot, and stay still.

Listen to the tide and it becomes round; see the letter and it becomes silent.

He passed away at this point.

Gu Weijing was sitting on the lawn in the Xihe Guild Hall. When he came across this passage, he suddenly felt like crying.

You have defeated every enemy in your life, you have won every battle. Suddenly.

The water of Qiantang River is rolling in.

Throughout his life, Lu Zhishen feared nothing, and he kept shouting about this bird and that bird. He had pulled out weeping willows, killed Zhen Guanxi, made a big fuss in the wild boar forest, and captured Fang La. Even when he met the arrogant Gao Yanei, others thought of "letting him go for now", but he was looking for an opportunity to "beat him with three hundred Zen sticks".

But this time.

What is in front of you is the tide of Qiantang River. You are no longer cursing “this damn tide”, but sighing that today I know who I am.

Then he died amid the thundering sound of the tide.

There are always things that cannot be pulled out, cannot be made a fuss about, and cannot be punched or kicked.

If you sweep away the spring tide in one breath, it will come back in the next breath.

You drove away the tide of the night.

It will still come rushing in at the next quarter past midnight.

If there is something that you can never, ever, ever outrun or drive away, then... maybe that's fate.

Ordinary people will never encounter the situation where the six major sects besiege Guangmingding, and you have cultivated peerless magical skills, displayed your divine power, and beat up all the stinky nuns, thieves, bald donkeys, and Taoist priests with bad intentions who want to bully you. You have unparalleled magical skills and are so handsome.

Even if an ordinary person is really one in a million who can cultivate peerless magical skills.

You can only stand on the shore and watch fate like a tide, rushing towards you wave after wave amid the thundering sound of war drums.

You hold the Heavenly Sword in one hand and the Dragon Slaying Sword in the other.

But it cannot be pierced, nor can it be cut off... this is the tide of fate.

Just die.

It turned into a wisp of flying smoke on the bank of Qiantang River.

Gu Weijing didn’t like “Water Margin” when he was a child because it was too realistic, with real pain and real despair.

The reality is discouraging and makes people want to cry uncontrollably.

In the world of martial arts, everyone competes with you in martial arts.

A strong fist is everything.

But in the real world, no one cares how great you are, no one cares how many obstacles you have overcome and what you have paid to get to this point.

Just like Uncle Alai had a body of steel but received that phone call; just like Gu Weijing had honed his painting skills and wanted to go to Singapore to participate in an art exhibition, but in the last week before the plane took off, he encountered the choice thrown by Brother Hao.

When fate points its cold, hard muzzle at your head.

What can you do?

What can you do?

But Gu Weijing couldn't help but think of Uncle Ale's face, couldn't help but think of Carroll's paintings, and couldn't help but think of all these things.

He looked into Hao's eyes.

"Uncle Alai also made me realize for the first time in my life the courage of ordinary people when facing the dark side of this world."

"Whether you can bravely throw a punch when facing Tyson has nothing to do with whether you are a boxing champion. Whether you can say no when facing fate has nothing to do with whether you are an ordinary person. He made me realize that people can choose not to compromise."

"People can choose not to take the $200 million in the sack, and they can choose not to be a general. Just to stand upright in the sun, look at the muzzle of someone's gun, and say I am a good person. So if God has eyes, and he doesn't protect me, will he protect you? If not, then I can also let you see if my blood is red."

Gu Weijing said in a tone like a judgment.

"Boss Chen, let me tell you, this kind of courage and calmness in facing death is something you will never get in your life. You keep talking about fate and that you have no choice. Go and see, Uncle Alai is the person who could be you, but chooses not to be you."

"I tell you."

"You keep talking about courage and how to be a really strong man. But Uncle Alai is much tougher and stronger than you, and he is also much more manly than you."

Chen Shenglin pursed his lips tightly.

He doesn't speak.

He stared at Gu Weijing's face, at the easel in front of him, his brows drawn tight on his cheeks, and said nothing.

It seemed as if he would raise his hand and let Gu Weijing die in the next second, as if he would do something cruel and brutal at any time, and it seemed as if just standing there had drained all his strength.

The evil ghost wanted to bite people, but the moment he came into contact with the sunlight, his body evaporated into white mist and clear smoke.

then.

His soul wailed in agony.

Koko raised her eyelids, glanced at Brother Hao who was standing there, and suddenly spoke.

"Brother Hao, I know you like The Godfather very much. You like it so much that you even hang a copy of The Godfather on the wall of your studio. You think you can draw some strength from it."

"People say that The Godfather is a man's Bible and a man's aphrodisiac."

Koko took Gu Weijing's arm and smiled sweetly.

"But I have to tell you, I've heard others say that a real man doesn't need the Bible to sleep peacefully in the mud. A real man... doesn't need aphrodisiacs to pretend to be a man."

As the cheerleader of the school, she is also an expert at quarreling.

Miss Koko is very eloquent.

Not only could she scold Miao Angwen so much that he couldn't raise his head, she also tore him to the point that he doubted his life.

Even if he was the godfather of the Yangon underworld, she would still tear him apart.

Who was so blind as to provoke Miss Koko? If today was the last night of her life, then Koko would definitely make sure she had no regrets and had a good time.

Gu Weijing looked at Koko in surprise.

God assists!
Koko responded with a look that said “I’m so great, I’m so great, right?”

This is such a fierce and fierce blow!

"A real man doesn't need aphrodisiacs to pretend to be a man."

Even Gu Weijing felt that this sentence was like a heavy hammer, hitting Brother Hao's heart heavily.

Boss Chen has probably never heard a more ferocious, sharper, and more vicious taunt in his entire life, right?
awesome!
Gu Weijing seemed to be able to vaguely hear the sound of Chen Shenglin's self-esteem being shattered.

He thought the girl had never seen The Godfather.

It turned out that he could never guess Miss Koko's true intentions.

"Brother Hao, stop trying to be cool. You are scared to death right now. You have seen through so many people's hearts in your life, why do you want to avoid yourself? Look at yourself, look at your own face, and ask yourself, is what you see really the majestic, solemn face on the wall, the face that is ready to calmly face death like a believer?"

Gu Weijing recalled the day when he first arrived at Xihe Guild Hall, when he accidentally flipped through the copy of The Godfather by the windowsill and saw a passage with a folded corner and underlined on it.

Don's death.

The death of Vito Corleone.

The death of the old godfather.

The day he came to the studio, Gu Weijing understood that the oil painting hanging on the wall was the last oil painting that Haoge painted recently, the portrait of the old godfather with a rose on his chest.

His is not the film-themed oil painting commonly seen in galleries.

That’s actually… a self-portrait of Chen Shenglin, a self-portrait facing death.

Gu Weijing couldn't help laughing.

this moment.

Perhaps he was influenced by Miss Koko who was holding his arm, or perhaps the dry and soft warmth in the girl's body was transmitted to him.

That free and easy, refreshing and fearless spirit infected Gu Weijing.

this moment.

Finally, the fear that lingered in his heart faded away little by little, and he felt that his body was very light, and the restraints around him were being cut off.

He seemed to have jumped off the top of a mountain.

Not falling.

But rising.

He flew towards the blue sky like a bird.

"A noble soul cannot be bound, she will seek freedom on her own."

So, Gu Weijing really stood up with his arms open and stepped forward, as if embracing the drawing board in front of him, embracing his fate, embracing this...

The hustle and bustle of the world.

"Brother Hao, Boss Chen, Chen Shenglin, go and see, listen, listen to the hustle and bustle of the world. I feel courage, I feel love, love sometimes sounds empty and boring, but it, I feel it is there."

"And do you feel it? Brother Hao, listen to the hustle and bustle of this world. Have you ever felt a moment of warmth?"

Gu Weijing asked with a big laugh.

"What do you think I'm painting? You think I'm painting your portrait, do you think I'm painting your death?"

"Do not."

"What I paint is my own death."

During the Renaissance, the Italian painter Giorgione, when he was young, spent a lot of time studying the technique of "color dislocation".

He wanted to paint an oil painting for a big customer in Rome at that time, which would be hung in the main hall of the palace.

So Giorgione painted an oil painting that "changes".

The principle is not complicated.

The farther the guest is from the painting, the darker the outside light is. Due to the color contrast, the overall tone of the painting will appear darker, and the atmosphere of the picture will become gloomy.

on the contrary.

The closer the guests are to the painting and the clearer they can see, the warmer the whole painting will be, the clearer the details of the characters' eyebrows and eyes will become, and the brighter the atmosphere of the whole painting will become.

Different guests often see different things on the screen.

Chen Shenglin was indeed a man of great artistic talent. When he saw the painting "Human Noise", he immediately thought of the painting "Worshiping Buddha and Protecting the Dharma".

Both are similar.

But different.

Mr. Cao's painting "Pray to Buddha and Protect the Dharma" is a masterpiece of superb brushwork. He painted the Thousand Faces of Buddha.

No matter who they are or what kind of audience they are, when they see this painting, they will feel the "Buddha's will" and "hope".

This is the Buddha’s thousand faces and one mind.

Gu Weijing's painting "Human Noise" is also a work of exquisite brushwork, and he painted the many faces of human beings.

Different people, different audiences, when looking at this painting, see faces hidden in the chaos, faces that are looking at you.

You will feel different things and different emotions.

This is the diversity of people.

(End of this chapter)