Almighty painter

Chapter 887 Junior
"Teacher Liu..."

Gu Weijing recognized the identity of the handsome uncle almost immediately.

Liu Ziming, the fourth disciple of Mr. Cao, the junior brother of Professor Lin Tao, is a very famous artist in the whole of South Asia.

Gu Weijing had never had direct contact with Liu Ziming before, but he had some understanding of him indirectly.

I heard from Lao Yang that Liu Ziming put a lot of effort into this art interview.

After arriving in Singapore, Lao Yang hinted that he had better be more "cautious" during the interview. Gu Weijing thought there might be some misunderstanding.

He didn't expect to hit it off with Liu Ziming right away, and he didn't even think that the other party would be a kind elder like Lin Tao.

With Liu Ziming's status, he is fully qualified to behave like Anna, who seems polite but is extremely difficult to approach and please.

Even if he didn't appear to be aloof on the outside, he was definitely as arrogant as Tang Ning in his heart, and even more aloof and aloof than Tang Ning.

He never expected it.

First meeting.

Liu Ziming is such a polite and enthusiastic person...even a little too polite and enthusiastic.

It goes beyond the realm of knowing each other at first sight.

"Mr. Gu, may I take a photo with you?"

This isn't right.

too weird.

How could he be so virtuous and capable as to be able to know the classics?

He had just gained some fame on the stage, but Liu Ziming had experienced many bigger scenes than this. Liu Ziming was a truly radiant figure, while Gu Weijing had only gained some fame from the Elena family and had a little gold powder on his cheeks.

Given the gap in their identities and status, it would be more accurate to say the other way around.

Gu Weijing stood there in shock.

"Uh... Of course, this..."

When he faced Anna's accusations backstage, he handled it calmly without any obvious fluctuations in his tone and expression.

As soon as it comes out.

Liu Ziming's strangely polite attitude actually confused him.

The little lion was full of enthusiasm, and facing the hunter with his shotgun raised high, he just rushed forward with his teeth bared.

It's fight or die.

But if you just walk out of the bushes and see a three-ton giant elephant, known as the King of Africa, lying on the side of the road, with a banana rolled up in its trunk, greeting you enthusiastically... then, is there something wrong with the way this world is opened?

Gu Weijing took out his cell phone from his pocket in a daze.

"Teacher Liu, I am honored—"

"Of course, Ziming, I'm honored. It's just right for you to come over and take the photo."

The young man was stunned.

The other MR.GU in the field, however, was already smiling in a chic manner.

He took out his cell phone from his arms and put it in his grandson's hand. He stood in the corridor of the opera house's auditorium, adjusting his favorite three-piece suit.

"Hurry up, don't be distracted, the adults are waiting for you. Use a wide-angle lens and draw a line at the bottom to take a brighter picture. Unfortunately, I didn't bring a camera today. Oh, and don't set the ISO too high..."

Gu Tongxiang posed and saw that his grandson was still standing there for a long time without moving.

He was very dissatisfied with Gu Weijing's lack of tact, waved his fingers, and immediately gave orders remotely.

At first glance, you can tell that he has the style of a professional veteran photographer.

Liu Ziming stood beside Gu Tongxiang very respectfully, with half of his body slightly turned, so Gu Tongxiang also put one arm on the man's shoulder very generously.

A smile appeared on Liu Ziming's face.

Gu Weijing was shocked by this scene.

He silently raised his phone and took a few photos as if he was a remote-controlled puppet, being directed by the old man.

"Yes, one more."

"Ah."

"Weijing, take some photos with Ziming too. Here, give me your phone. Stand over here and smile. Be more affectionate."

"One, two, three, Cheese."

……

Gu Tongxiang was still not satisfied after taking the photo. He felt it was a pity that his grandson missed such a great opportunity to show off.

Then he snatched the phone from Gu Weijing's hand and asked him to stand still, just like all the old men who like photography, directing the juniors to stand together. The electronic shutter of the phone made a continuous clicking sound, and he seemed like a respected senior in the art world.

Gu Weijing quietly observed Liu Ziming's expression.

"Is this the first time you meet my grandfather today, Teacher Liu?" Gu Weijing asked very politely.

"Liu Ziming. Just call me by my name." Liu Ziming patted his shoulder. He allowed himself to be directed by Gu Tongxiang. There was no sign of impatience in his eyes or movements.

"Well, you should be more lively, and use the yeah gesture of a young man. Say, yeah."

Gu Tongxiang, holding a mobile phone, pointed at his grandson behind the viewfinder and asked him to do something that was very embarrassing, but in the eyes of the old man, it was inexplicably considered very trendy.

Gu Weijing was extremely embarrassed.

Who knows.

Liu Ziming was actually so serious that he took the initiative to make a "V" gesture and smiled at the camera.

"I actually feel that I have always been quite young, and can barely be counted as a young person." He turned to look at Gu Weijing and said to him, "Don't be impatient. When you are older, you will understand that in a person's lifetime, the number of times they can listen to the teachings of a wise elder is very limited."

"Compared to the openness and abundance in one's heart, the opinions of others are never that important."

Liu Ziming looked at Gu Tongxiang who was taking pictures.

"Your grandfather understands this very well, doesn't he?"

“It’s really a return to simplicity.”

He sighed softly, as if he had realized a new meaning of life from this rustic action.

"Your grandfather is a respectable elder who taught me a lot today. Since you just called me Teacher Liu, I also want to give you some advice. The most important thing for an artist is to think. Your grandfather said that you should follow the power of your heart. So, do things that you think are very artistic. Don't do things that you think will look very 'artistic' to outsiders."

"The human imagination is free. Although it cannot go beyond the original material provided by the internal and external senses, it has an unlimited ability to mix, blend and decompose those ideas, and finally form all kinds of fiction and artistic conception. (Note)"

(Note: This view comes from Locke's Essay on the Human Understanding)
Liu Ziming said softly.

"Your brushstrokes are very strong, not weaker than Tang Ning's at this age. But don't be limited by the form. Some people have painted works of art all their lives, but have never truly lived an artistic life. They have never truly touched the imagination and the inner power."

"Some people have been great artists in the eyes of others their entire lives, but have never been an artist of their own for even a minute," Liu Ziming sighed.

He was thinking about Tangning.

"This is really the most boring thing in the world. This is really the most boring person in the world."

Liu Ziming released his arm around Gu Weijing's shoulders and smiled again.

"Of course. This is just a reminder, not a blame. If you have time during this period, please come to my home more often. I have seen your painting "Human Noise". The teacher asked me to see it. It is really a masterpiece. I guess you will change your name for me soon."

"You did a great job today. Come to a party with me in a few days. Miss Elena will also be there. She must be a little unhappy today. Maybe you need a middleman to mediate the communication?"

The uncle raised his eyebrows suggestively towards Gu Weijing.

It was the first time that Gu Weijing saw a person who could raise his eyebrows with such rich meaning.

"But don't worry about it. If you need it, I'll help you. If not, just be yourself. I can't guarantee that you can still thrive in the art world if you offend the Elena family. Sorry, I don't have the ability, but I promise that even if you offend the Elena family, you can still be yourself."

"If you need money for an art exhibition or something, give me a call. You're welcome."

Liu Ziming said this frankly and candidly, without any worldly airs.

He can say "I am rich" so casually.

Gu Weijing had only met three people in his life.

Miss Elena. Liu Ziming.

as well as……

batman.

He was touched that Liu Ziming was willing to say such words to him when they first met. He was touched that Liu Ziming saw the confrontation between him and Miss Elena, but was willing to come over and say that he could be the middleman.

He was even more moved by what Liu Ziming said to him:

"But don't worry about that."

“Please be brave and be who you want to be.”

Liu Ziming ignored Gu Weijing who was speechless for a moment. He walked over, took the phone from Gu Tongxiang's hand with both hands, and took out his own phone from his pocket.

The two sides exchanged their contact information seriously.

“I heard some of your conversations with the Mashi Gallery. The Mashi Gallery is a good gallery, but it is not the only choice. I have a good relationship with Jay Prince, the founder of White Cube Gallery. He played a significant role in the career development of Damien Hirst during the YBA movement in the 1990s. If Gu Weijing… or yourself, needs anything, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

Liu Ziming gave Gu Tongxiang a social business card.

"Really? Don't you want to consider it? The Biennale will be over next weekend. It happens to be the weekend of the F1 Singapore Grand Prix. If the race ends early and there are no accidents or safety cars, maybe some sports stars will come."

Liu Ziming still didn't give up.

He couldn't help but invite her again.

"No, no, it's too noisy. I'm too old and can't stay up late." Gu Tongxiang continued to refuse.

"It's hustle and bustle, not noise, isn't it? It's a kind of vitality. These are the original words of your grandson Gu Weijing. I read the conversation between him and Cui Xiaoming."

Gu Tongxiang didn't say anything, just smiled quietly.

Liu Ziming waited for two seconds.

Suddenly they burst into laughter, as if two great monks from a Zen temple in the Song Dynasty were performing a riddle that no outsider could understand.

"Then let's wait for the next opportunity. Let's go. I guess we'll meet again in a couple of days. By then, you'll really be a real elder."

The two people finished their greetings.

Liu Ziming asked Gu Tongxiang to go first.

He looked at Mr. Gu's back as he turned and left in a graceful manner, and sighed as he remembered the invitation letter that had not been successfully sent out.

This scene is like a person receiving a rose from the most popular male or female idol on campus.

He just smiled faintly.

While others would be vainly overjoyed at the meaning of this rose, he simply lowered his head to smell the flower, then lovingly placed the rose in the fresh soil beside the flower bed.

It seemed as if even the sky became clearer with his action.

A fierce tiger.

Smell the roses.

The natural and authentic flavor here is full of artistic atmosphere.

Liu Ziming walked towards the passage outside the opera house. He looked at the backs of Gu Tongxiang and Gu Weijing, the grandfather and grandson, and shook his head with emotion.

That was really what he wanted... the iceberg...

Uh.

Iceberg, old man Iceberg?

"Did you talk to Mr. Liu just now? What's going on with the Ma Shi Gallery?"

Gu Weijing in front asked his grandfather in confusion.

Gu Tongxiang raised his chin slightly.

"It is a sutra."

With a noble and cold demeanor, he said solemnly:

"You still have a lot to learn from me."
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Outside the theater, Edward Yang was still directing media friends, dancing a very smooth waltz between the microphones.

Spin.

jump.

Close your eyes.

Passing through a field of flowers, not a single leaf gets on you.

Very happy.

Yang Dekang, who was having a lot of fun playing the oil play of "Come and catch me, catch me, and if you catch me, I will make you hehehe", with his friends from local art media, found a gap, drank two sips of water, and looked at a place in front of the open space at the door.

Old Yang bared his teeth.

"Hey, you dare to play this trick of stepping on people with me. Now it's your turn to be embarrassed." Yang Dekang showed a sinister smile as if he was watching the fun without making a big deal out of it.

He was laughing right there.

Old Yang did not try to hide his extremely gloating mood.

Over there, explaining something to the surrounding reporters, was a father and son.

Cui Xuanyou and Cui Xiaoming.

The bald Cui Xuanyou's forehead was very shiny, and it was covered with glistening sweat. The temperature in Singapore was not low in this month.

But the opera house is well air-conditioned.

Outside, along the sea, there is always a cool breeze.

In such a short period of time, Cui Xuanyou's forehead was covered with so much sweat. He didn't know whether it was because of the hot weather or because of the tricky questions from the media.

Alexander cited many of their prepared points on stage to prove that there might be similarities between the works of Gu Weijing and Cui Xiaoming that go beyond "coincidence."

These are certainly not definitive evidence.

But with Alexander's embarrassing exit, the artistic director of "Oil Painting" personally provided Gu Weijing with a complete logical chain of his creations.

At this moment.

The materials they had prepared for Gu Weijing had turned into huge landmines for him to step on, making it impossible for him to stand still or lift his feet.

Old Yang has been annoyed with this old couple for a long time.

That's how you play it, right?

funny.

If Yang Dekang hadn't just bared his teeth, Cao Xuan would have hit him back angrily, and he would have been pinned down by the old man before he could even charge.

Old Yang had already rushed over, howling.

How come.

I really don't think of Yang Dekang as Teacher Yang.

He, Yang Dekang, could defeat people like Ole with just a few words. If he really wanted to, it wouldn't be too difficult to make them lose some skin.

Old Yang stood there and watched for a while.

No.

Old Yang shook his head.

He is anxious.

Old Yang is such a kind person.

He felt very sorry when he saw the bald man sweating profusely.

He put his hands behind his back, wiggled his little belly and squeezed over, ready to send some cool breeze to him.

(End of this chapter)