Almighty painter

Chapter 802: The Second Day at the Cafe
(I took the train today, so I wrote it earlier!)
Not everyone in this world has the ability to extract beauty from ordinary life.

Compared to the endless accumulation of gold, silver, pearls and jade.

The layers of wind, sun, and the hustle and bustle of fireworks are closer to the natural meaning of beauty.

Capturing beauty requires not only artistic accumulation, but more importantly, life accumulation.

Anna is a very mediocre painter - if we don't have to use the word "clumsy" to describe her, then she is the kind of person who wants to paint, loves to paint, but can never paint well.

Since she was a child, her aunt told Anna, "Sorry, my little girl, I love you very much, so I have to tell you the truth, you will not become a great painter."

To Anna, these words were like the fate prediction made by the hard-hearted witch in Grimm's Fairy Tales on the day the little princess was born.

"The little girl will die on the day she reaches adulthood," said the witch.

"My little girl, I'm so sorry, but you will never become a great painter," said my aunt.

The witches who were not invited were filled with vicious jealousy.

When the aunt made this judgment, there was only love for her niece in her heart, which further highlighted the cruelty of fate.

The older she gets, the further she goes on the road of art, and the higher she stands, the more deeply Anna feels about this sentence.

Only by fully understanding can we learn to listen to the greatness of great works.

An experienced scientist can understand far better than a butcher who knows nothing what it means to find a smooth stone tablet on the surface of the moon whose length-to-width ratio is the perfect golden ratio no matter how precise the instrument used to measure it.

Anna has been on the road of art appreciation for twenty years.

The more she realized the beauty of the soul-stirring works, the more ashamed she was of the crudeness of her own paintings.

The woman had long since fully accepted the fact that she could not become a truly outstanding painter, but until today, the moment when drops of moisture flowed from her eyes.

Anna suddenly realized that she had misunderstood some things over the years.

Illiteracy does not mean blindness to beauty.

The same reason.

"She could not become a great painter." This fateful verdict does not mean that she could not become an observer and discoverer of "beauty".

Her brushstrokes are full of craftsmanship, but she can still observe the world with a rich and affectionate gaze.

Wet tears are a spell to break the seal of fate.

It shattered on the ground.

While moistening Miss Elena's eyes, the entire world in front of her was also moistened.

It says, "Open Sesame."

Gu Weijing said: "Open sesame."

As if the gods had issued an order that could not be disobeyed, the door to beauty would truly open wide for women.

She looked at the scene in front of her almost greedily. Anna's eyes fell back on the broken statue of the Virgin Mary in the yard. It was a little far away and it was not clear from this position, but Miss Elena clearly remembered that she had just noticed a mottled rusty copper plate on the base of the statue.

【love your neighbor as yourself】

"You shall love your neighbor as yourself."

It was a wonderful irony. This simple piece of copper coin produced a dark humor effect that surpassed the sum of all the sarcasm and sarcasm Anna had ever written in her art reviews.

"Rejoice with those who rejoice, and weep with those who weep", "You shall love your neighbor as yourself", people easily say these words, but do the exact opposite.

European colonists committed countless atrocities on this land.

Monasteries and old churches were built here, and the British who came by ship a century and a half ago, who drank cold beer, ate grain-fed steaks, and talked about the results of last week's London polo match with happy smiles on their faces, and their all-day drinking, bragging, and drunken life in the white clubs were all built on the wailing of people outside the Governor's Palace.
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"In the end, the topic was nothing more than the same - the insolence of the natives, the laxity and incompetence of the government, the good old days, the British masters were the British masters, and anyone who dared to disrespect would be punished with fifteen lashes!"

——George Orwell’s debut work “Burmese Days” (1922-1927)——
Anna is not sure whether God exists in the world.

If there is.

She also didn't know whether it was God or Buddha who was responsible for this land.

But whether it is God or Buddha, if they really exist, faced with such a scene of inconsistency between words and deeds, it would probably be difficult for them to choose to be magnanimous, right?
That young man.

He does not believe in the Lord or worship God, but he truly shares the joys and sorrows of the children here, loves others as he loves himself, and illuminates their lives.

and so.

In his eyes, this place is as bright and sunny as the sun.

True good deeds may not have much to do with what people believe in.

True good deeds may only be related to whether there is ardent love in one's heart.

Anna held in her hand the demonstration painting that Gu Weijing had drawn holding the child's hand. In front of Anna appeared the image of the young man holding her heart, drawing the demonstration painting together, and the passionate world they had seen together.

In this simple action of watching carefully.

Miss Anna was easily touched deep down by Gu Weijing, like the petals of a rose spreading out in the wind and the golden stamens appearing in the sunlight.

She thought she would see the world as seen by Kara, and as Miss Elena one hundred and fifty years later, she would shed a warm tear for Miss Elena one hundred and fifty years ago.

No.

The end of this trip.

She saw the world in front of Gu Weijing, and shed a warm tear for Gu Weijing and for Anna herself.

The dead are gone.

Miss Irina one hundred and fifty years later may never have the opportunity to become the Miss Irina with outstanding painting skills one hundred and fifty years ago.

Anna could never truly become Kara, could never live her life for her.

But Anna can always be herself.

She can always choose her own life.

"Miss Anna?"

Elliot looked at the tears on the woman's face in surprise.

"fine."

Anna wiped the tear from her chin and said, "I just, just..."

"Let's stay here for a while. Here's the kid who just wanted to play with August."

Anna turned her head and looked at the headmistress.

The female dean pulled a child for unknown reasons.

The woman stared at the other's hand for a moment.

She just saw the other person's dirty hands and thought he was a crazy kid.

Now she finds that children's hands are very cute.

His fingers were small and lonely, and were firmly grasped by the older aunt's rough, bony fingers, just like an old ginger branch tightly wrapped around a fresh and tender leaf.

His fingers were a little dirty, with dirt hidden between his nails.

They are the dust on the fresh leaflets.

As long as her world resonates and connects with the whole world, the "beauty" that can touch the soul will be everywhere.

"Go ahead and try to make friends with August. He probably rarely encounters children in his life. I can't tell him who to play with. Instead, you can try to make him like you."

"August is a polite and good dog." Anna looked into the child's eyes and asked the dean to translate each sentence she said.

"August is quite difficult to approach! I feed him and take him for walks, but he still won't get close to me."

The female secretary realized that the young lady was in a good mood at the moment, so she continued the topic and said -

"Auguste is so cool! Just like an elegant prince, every move is graceful. I have always felt that if Auguste were a person, he would definitely be an extremely elegant and cool artist."

Elliot looked out into the yard.

"Auguste, the name was taken from the names of two great artists, Renoir and Rodin..."

Halfway through the sentence.

The secretary's words got stuck in her mouth.

Right next to the magnolia tree in the yard, the Springer Spaniel, who was described as super polite, hard to approach, noble and cold, graceful in every move, like an elegant prince, and whose names came from two masters of art, was raising her hind legs high in the air.

August is very smart. He has been professionally trained and will signal to his owner before defecating.

now.

Anna's pet dog is peeing everywhere like an uneducated local dog.

August ignored the embarrassed crowd.

After peeing happily, it sniffed the air, happily clearing the smell of the cat from here and leaving it with its own unique scent mark.

"After we pee, this is our territory!"

August opened his mouth in a very human way and bared his teeth in pleasure.

"Wang!"
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"Meow!"

Smelling a familiar scent in the air, as soon as he entered the cafe, Awang kicked Gu Weijing on the chin with his claws, jumped out of his arms, and meowed flatteringly as he went into the arms of the girl across the coffee table.

That extremely human voice seemed to be saying—

"Rebellion, rebellion! Little Gu Zi is going to starve the Cat King to death! Miss Sakai, Miss Sakai! This King is going to kick Little Gu Zi out! Drag Little Gu Zi out and chop him up, and from now on our King will live with Sister Sakai!"

"It's fine, it looks pretty alive."

Katsuko Sakai hugged the tabby cat that pounced on her, gently scratched its ears, and commented.

"It's pretty good."

Gu Weijing nodded. "The doctors were very surprised that such a fat tabby cat didn't even have mild fatty liver."

He repeated what the doctor in the clinic had said.

"He spent a long time looking over Awang's medical report."

When Awang heard Gu Weijing mention his name, he meowed in dissatisfaction in Sakai Katsuko's arms.

"I'm not fat, I just have a big frame, right?"

The girl touched the soft flesh on the tabby cat's chin and smiled as she repeated the classic words of her father, who had multiple layers of chin.

Gu Weijing smiled along.

As they smiled knowingly at the same time, the strangeness that had existed between the two of them for several weeks disappeared in an instant.

It was as if they had never been apart and were feeding the cat together.

It seems, but it just seems.

Whether it was Katsuko Sakai or Weijing Gu, they both felt that the other had changed a lot in just a few weeks.

Maybe good, maybe bad.

But change is change.

Katsuko Sakai pushed the glass beside her and called the waiter over.

"A package of cauliflower and chicken breast with fried egg yolk, less oil and salt." Miss Sakai looked at Gu Weijing with an inquiring look.

"You can add a little more broccoli to garnish the food." Gu Weijing took the cup of water handed over by Sakai Shengzi, took a sip, and replied, "Cats are carnivores, but the doctor did recommend that Awang eat some vegetables in moderation to supplement vitamin E."

Unsweetened lemon tea.

Gu Weijing didn't look at the glass, but before he took a sip, he seemed to know that this would be a cup of sugar-free lemon tea.

really weird.

Maybe it was because they were in a small, fresh style street cafe, not as luxurious and powerful as the cafe in the Fleish Hotel yesterday, where even the waiter who took orders was dressed more respectably than Gu Weijing. Maybe it had nothing to do with the venue, but just because the woman in front of him was not as luxurious and powerful as Miss Elena yesterday.

Maybe it has nothing to do with these things.

Just because they are familiar.

Katsuko Sakai didn't even ask Gu Weijing what he wanted to drink, but Gu Weijing didn't have the same strong feeling of being dominated as he had yesterday.

Miss Irena paid the bill for him, making the young man feel inferior.

Katsuko Sakai ordered a drink for Gu Weijing without asking any questions.

He just thought it was normal.

Gu Weijing would never say things like he didn't like broccoli or that he had already had lunch - the moment Sakai Katsuko opened her mouth, he knew that she could see that Awang was starving, so she ordered a simple meal for the tabby cat.

brocoli?
Whether Awang likes to eat or not, he has to give it to Gu Weijing, because it is good for his health! Oh, it has no say in this!

The two men looked at each other and smiled.

After laughing.

Yet it is a silence that is completely composed of thousands of words.

"Let's talk about Jasmine first..."

Katsuko Sakai suddenly spoke.

"I originally thought that there might be no one to take care of Jasmine, so I contacted the Good Luck Orphanage. Later I learned that she would also go to Germany, right?"

"Yes. Uncle Alai will be my assistant. He is Jasmine's guardian and will bring her along. If she gets into trouble while she's studying locally, I think Lao Yang will be able to help me sort it out."

Gu Weijing nodded.

He had already had preliminary discussions with Katsuko Sakai about some things long before.

Sponsoring a child is a very complex and systematic matter. It is never just about taking out a sum of money and buying some gifts.

For example, Jasmine.

The appearance of Gu Weijing has become a different color in her life. In the past six months, he has brought warmth and love to her, provided her with better medical conditions, and provided her with access to a good local school.

If Gu Weijing finished the painting, he would abandon Jasmine again and disappear completely from her life.

These things appeared like a whirlwind, and disappeared from Jasmine's life like a whirlwind with the disappearance of Gu Weijing.

That was a very cruel thing to do to the little girl.

To put it in a more sarcastic way.

The appearance of Gu Weijing may have brought even greater harm to Jasmine.

Love requires long-termism.

(End of this chapter)