Almighty painter

Chapter 896 Big Ship, Set Sail

night.

She was wearing an ivory cape dress.

White and black are both colors with very low purity, and are often called two achromatic colors.

White has the lowest purity and the highest brightness.

All colors on the color spectrum will have lower purity when they are close to these two colors, just like being blurred. The night sky around the woman is reflected by her into a bright and mysterious cobalt blue tone, forming a colorful mist that spreads like a halo.

Scientifically speaking, this glow must be the effect of those small glowing colored beads.

And in art, it is said.

If she hadn't appeared here, they would just be some cheap colored lights for children's birthday parties at a price of ten yuan per meter.

"Oh."

The reporter looked up and he sighed softly.

"She's already here."

He knew who it was.

They stood in the dark. The light strip on the side of the ship was not bright at all. Looking from the shore to the deck in the night, it was almost difficult to see each other's faces.

Who else could it be?

The colors that spread out like mist are like the glow of light on the deep sea.

Standing here, they seemed to be able to smell the sweet scent of French perfume on her dress.

She illuminates the surrounding light, smells, and sounds.

"Yes, she came half an hour ago. The secretary didn't get on board, so she was the only one there."

Liu Ziming nodded.

"As the most important guest at the salon, I am one of the first few to arrive. In this respect, I should feel honored."

"You should know……"

The reporter remembered what Liu Ziming had not finished saying before.

He didn't know what Mr. Liu thought he should know, but he knew -

"Even if I write till smoke comes out of my pen, my column can't replace the role of the Oil Painting column, right?" The man chewed his gum vigorously twice. "Although it's a bit discouraging to say this, I believe I am a critic with good insights, but... that's really not the same thing."

“This difference in intensity is not the difference between tobacco and nicotine replacement therapy. At least at this moment, no matter how the board of directors of Oil Painting argues, you cannot find any other media in the entire industry that can be a substitute for Oil Painting. You can’t buy substitute chewing gum containing ‘authoritative art review’ additives in a pharmacy. I can’t sell it to you either.”

"Mr. Liu."

Oil Painting and others.

Not Oil Painting.

It is "Other".

Liu Ziming shook his head and remained silent.

"Okay, okay." The reporter scratched his head, "Can I quote you?"

"In a horse race, the focus of commentary should be on the horses themselves, not the golden saddles?" Liu Ziming nodded.

"of course."

"That's fine... I mainly want to quote that line, the one about running 'da da da'." The reporter raised an eyebrow. "Many critics are only good at talking, but they may not be able to run well when they really run."

Liu Ziming smiled.

He thought for a moment.

Shake his head.

“You can quote my complaints about critics, but don’t use this metaphor.”

"Too intense?" the reporter asked with a smile.

"No, it's just that I didn't mean to laugh at Miss Elena's legs. It's wrong, and I'm worried that it will be misunderstood. But you can write this - Mr. Liu Ziming thinks that in addition to being busy paying attention to the works of Elena's family, Oil Painting magazine might as well pay some attention to Gu Weijing's own paintings."

“It’s just as fun.”

"Okay." The reporter nodded, "I'm looking forward to the party tonight. I have a feeling that not only will it be an interesting race, Mr. Gu, but it will also be an interesting horse."

"See you on the boat."

Liu Ziming patted the reporter on the shoulder.

"If the race goes well and the sea conditions are good, Lewis' agent told me that he might come after the race." Liu Ziming pointed to the helicopter pad behind the captain's room.

When the Perugia Polo was first designed, the lessor had considered the need to transport dangerous goods or perform emergency rescue operations. It is one of the few ocean-going cargo ships with an additional helicopter deck.

"Oh. Then is it too late for me to change my career and become a sports reporter?"

the reporter asked.

"At least not with this hat on."

Liu Ziming laughed.

He looked at the prancing horse logo on the reporter's hat. "I think Mercedes-Benz probably wouldn't agree to their star signing on the hat of its competitor Ferrari."

"See you on the boat."

The reporter exchanged greetings with Liu Ziming and turned to walk towards the electric boarding ladder temporarily installed at the port.

Liu Ziming continued to stay where he was.

Constantly shake hands, chat and welcome every guest who comes here.

"See you on the boat."

"See you later."

"good evening."

……

He is the host of the evening salon. Liu Ziming hopes that every guest who comes here can forget about work and stress and spend a relaxing and happy time.

however.

The salon hasn't even really started yet, and it has become an empty talk.

Tonight there is a woman who is naturally stressful.

At some grand ceremony.

Some people just need to walk slowly and leisurely, with their long skirts dragging on the ground. The skirts are made of silk brocade and are as smooth as a waterfall. The close ministers and female officials behind them who are holding her skirts will tense up and adjust their pace carefully. They cannot walk too fast to reduce the flowing beauty of the long skirt.

But you can't walk too slowly and neglect the important person.

"How ironic. So boring."

Liu Ziming thought with some mockery in his heart.

Tonight, in this salon, this salon that belongs to him, how many people will want to run after the person who is tugging at the skirt of Oil Painting magazine?

perhaps.

More than the Ferrari fans who ask for Lewis Hamilton's autograph?

Liu Ziming was too lazy to think about these things.

He just noticed it after her shadow appeared on the side of the ship, looking at the distant harbor.

Even Mr. Liu, the host of this salon, who considered himself an "elegant and famous man", gradually became nervous without realizing it.

There is one sentence that is not wrong.

Like it or don't like it.

"Oil Painting" magazine is the most authoritative art magazine in Europe.

There is no substitute for it.

Neither did she.

He may have invited many people to write an article for Gu Weijing tonight, but their combined influence may not be as great as that of the previous column in "Oil Painting".

"Young lions can always easily create sparks with many people. They will not be defeated by life." Liu Ziming remembered the old gentleman's calm teachings.

Examining the tension in my heart, the tension when facing the "Oil Painting" magazine.

Liu Ziming felt that he was really not cool enough.

"Maybe I'm too old to be a young lion anymore. I think too much about all kinds of things."

The man thought to himself with self-mockery.

Liu Ziming stood at the port and looked back.

The woman still stood at the bow, looking at the lights in the harbor, like a sculpture flowing in solidification.

"But it doesn't matter if this is a horse race or not. The finish line is there."

"The gold medal is right there, isn't it?"

"Since this session has been established, it is intended to be judged by people."

Liu Ziming seemed to be pondering the sea breeze.

"There's no reason."

"If it is the best horse, the moment the fence gate opens, its heart will beat for the first time to cross the finish line. He is here to win the race, not to be second, let alone to win a prize that looks good."

"Ms. Elena."

The man gave the shadow a silent greeting.

"Hopefully, we'll have a great game tonight. Sparks will fly."

He thought about Gu Tongxiang's words, which were a double entendre.

He made a lot of preparations.

Liu Ziming offered to help because he felt the matter was very tricky and he was worried that Gu Weijing was in an awkward situation.

He knew Anna too well; a part of him was also like her.

They made a decision and would never change it easily.

And if, there is even the slightest possibility, Gu Weijing can really make Miss Elena change her mind and win back the space in "Oil Painting" magazine for himself.

That is of course the best.

……

The sound of a high-powered turbocharged engine came from afar, and a silver luxury sports car drove over with the sound of the wind, and its bright lights illuminated the sea fog by the harbor.

Liu Ziming narrowed his eyes.

He found.

It turned out to be his own car.

The BMW sedan parked at the port.

The back door opened and Gu Weijing got out of the car, carrying a black backpack with a bottle of mineral water on each side of the backpack.

"Have fun! Call me when the time comes. If it's too late, you can take a taxi home by yourself, but send me a text message and remember to take lots of photos—"

An old man's mumbling voice was heard from inside the car.

Liu Ziming thought about it, nodded to Gu Weijing, and then took the initiative to walk towards the BMW.

The car window rolled down, revealing Gu Tongxiang's face.

"Mr. Liu, I'll leave the sutra to you."

Old man Gu greeted Liu Ziming.

"Mr. Gu, do you have any plans tonight?" Liu Ziming noticed that late at night, Gu Tongxiang was still wearing a suit and tie, looking more formally dressed than his grandson.

"Oh, there is a live art exchange event with the audience outside the Esplanade, and the Ma Shi Gallery is participating." Gu Tongxiang explained, "It's like teaching children to draw, and there will be a live broadcast on the social platform."

"I just happened to be free. Mr. Yang also ran over to help. He also lent me this car this afternoon. He should have asked your housekeeper about it. I took the international driver's license test some time ago."

"It's okay, it's okay, just take it and drive it. I have an empty SUV."

Liu Ziming waved his hand to indicate that it was okay.

"Is there anything I can do to help with the activities over there?" Liu Ziming confirmed again.

"It's okay, it's okay. It's just teaching kids to draw. It's just a small exchange activity. I can handle it."

Gu Tongxiang shook his head embarrassedly, saying that it would be a waste of talent to trouble Liu Ziming.

"Older people like children."

"Thank you for your care."

Gu Tongxiang greeted Liu Ziming again, turned the steering wheel, turned around, and drove away in the sports car.

The port was empty and quiet.

From the rolled-down car window, Liu Ziming could hear extremely loud music playing from the Bluetooth speaker of the departing car.

"Success, failure."

"You can't tell what's there in the waves."

"The waves are running, the waves are flowing..."

"It is hard to tell the difference between laughter, sorrow and hatred in the waves..."

"..."

"Mr. Liu, shall I go up now?"

The young man standing nearby asked politely.

Liu Ziming did not answer.

His attention was all on the BMW, watching Gu Tongxiang driving the car and disappearing into the distance.

He remembered that it was an old song called "Shanghai Beach".

In the last century, TV dramas from Hong Kong's Infinite Television became popular all over the country, including Malaysia and Singapore in Southeast Asia.

The singing is passionate.

"Did your grandfather go and teach kids to draw?"

Liu Ziming asked softly.

Gu Weijing knew that Liu Ziming had invited Grandpa to the salon in the evening. He was worried that Liu Ziming would have an opinion on this, so he explained, "Yes, he said that sports competitions and the like, for him--"

This is the art salon with bright lights and famous people gathering.

Everyone wants to pull Miss Elena's skirt. Even if they don't want to, they want to gain something and prove something here.

And Gu Tongxiang.

But he drove his car, playing exciting music, said goodbye to this place, turned around and ran to teach the children how to paint.

Looks free and cheerful.

"Not all the best horses have to be squeezed into the cage, struggling and neighing, running and competing to see who can cross the finish line first." Liu Ziming sighed deeply.

"For a truly noble horse, it is more enjoyable to run freely on the vast grassland and smell the spring flowers in the grass."

"I am still obsessed."

Liu Ziming patted Gu Weijing on the shoulder and signaled him to send the other person up.

Compared with Gu Tongxiang.

He and Gu Weijing, in the end, had to endure the consequences once again.

"What did he say about your Biennale? Tell me, do you expect to win the gold medal?" Liu Ziming asked.

"Of course I'm looking forward to it. My grandfather said, just let it be."

Liu Ziming nodded vigorously.

"Your grandpa is so cool."

“That’s really cool.”

This evening party only provides a vague opportunity. No one can easily change Miss Elena's decision. Can Gu Weijing let nature take its course and win the page of "Oil Painting" magazine?
Liu Ziming was not optimistic at first.

just now.

He was a little undecided again.

He could be unimpressed by Gu Weijing, he could even be unimpressed by Gu Weijing's works, even though those works touched Liu Ziming so strongly.

But art is art.

Life is life.

Only very few works of art can achieve great success in almost all aspects.

For example, "Titanic".

If it were a little worse, it would have become "The Shawshank Redemption".

This film, which has been ranked number one in film history on many lists, first failed at the box office in 1994 and then missed out on an Oscar.

However, Liu Ziming had to listen to Gu Tongxiang's life wisdom, the life wisdom of a wise old lion and an old handsome horse running freely in the vast world.

Gu Tongxiang felt that his grandson could do it.

Then him.

Maybe it can really be done, who knows?

Mr. Liu turned his head and looked up again.

He found--

The woman standing on the side of the ship has disappeared.
-
"I'll never let go, Jack. I'll never let go!"

——James Cameron, Titanic, 1997
-
After a loud whistle.

The huge cargo ship was towed slowly by a small white pilot boat and left the Port of Singapore.

The weather forecast said that there was a wind of about level 6 or at the port, which was slowly increasing with the passage of time. However, the guests on this -ton ship, dozens of party company service staff, and the sailors on board hardly felt any shaking or discomfort.

The ship broke through the waves, gliding quietly on the ice.

A bonfire was burning on the deck.

Gu Weijing's profile was illuminated by the flames, his hairline was neat and his pupils were dark and bright.

The golden bonfire was reflected in his eyes as two points of light that looked like they were drawn with a brush dipped in gold powder.

Swaying.

Messy and fluffy.

"…In the 17th century, our Dutch prodigy, Rembrandt Harmansson van Rijn, received a huge order. The object of the order was Maria Tripp. She was once considered by critics to be the most beautiful bride in the entire Kingdom of the Netherlands, and also the richest one. She was the heiress of the famous tycoon Tripp family. Her father once owned half of the iron ore resources from the south bank of the Rhine to Luxembourg…"

The narrator held a glass of sparkling water, lazily placed his arm over the campfire, and played with the golden flame in his hand. The bubbles in the water kept emerging from the bottom of the cup under the scorching fire and bursting on the surface of the liquid.

The surface of the glass was covered with frost.

Liu Ziming wore a crown on his head and talked eloquently.

On the projection screen behind him, the F1 drivers who were about to start the race were sitting on floats and parading around the track, receiving cheers from local Singaporean audiences and interviews from the media.

People on the cruise ship are also playing a game one by one.

There was a huge bonfire on board.

Needless to say.

That wasn't a real campfire.

This is a boat!

Even if it is an old ship that has been retired and is about to be dismantled, it is really ridiculous to use open flames on the deck.

Even if Liu Ziming's family is a ship owner.

The captain would also choose to jump over the side of the boat and dive into the sea, screaming and dying.

That was also the arrangement of the party company.

The outside is the shell of an old-looking gasoline barrel, and the inside uses lenses, candles that swing like a pendulum, and a little dry ice to create smoke to create a holographic projection of the flame.

In this way, the effect of chatting around the fire can be artificially simulated.

At this moment, the "Perugia Polo" has already set sail, and the Formula One race has not yet begun on the spotlit bridge on the distant Marina Bay.

therefore.

As the host, Liu Ziming suggested that everyone could play a game together to liven up the atmosphere during this time.

Those who were willing to participate took beach chairs and sat around the campfire.

See The Decameron.

Everyone in the circle has to take turns standing up and telling everyone a story by the campfire. The subject matter and content can be anything. The only requirement is that it is as interesting as possible.

"One laugh is enough. At least, one obvious laugh should be heard during the storytelling process."

Then everyone can comment on the story as they wish.

You want to talk about art.

can.

You want to chat about which team you think will win the race tonight.

can.

I don't want to talk about these things. I want to talk about the embarrassing things in my love life, or even stand up and treat it as an open mic performance, do a short talk show, or even show a little talent.

Of course you can.

If you really can't express yourself, we won't force you. You can choose to drink a beer or sparkling water.

Liu Ziming is the host of this salon.

The undisputed one.

He was the first to stand up.

According to the description in The Decameron written by Italian writer Boccaccio, the speaker should wear a wreath woven with laurel branches on his head.

According to Greek tradition.

The laurel wreath brings honor and respect to people. It is a symbol of ruling power and a metaphor for the crown on the king's head.

There are no laurel branches to be found on the sea.

But someone actually found a plastic crown used by children for their birthdays next to a long buffet table, with the words "Happy Birthday" written on it.

The busybodies started a commotion and took the crown away.

Liu Ziming had no choice but to wear it.

He tells a story about Rembrandt.

"We all know that Rembrandt had a genius child-like beginning. Christiaan Huygens, the originator of the wave theory of light, the founder of probability theory, the inventor of the precision pendulum clock, and Mr. Newton's predecessor. Christiaan Huygens's father was named Constantine Huygens. I will just call him Old Huygens."

"In his lifetime, Huygens the Elder brought two gifted children to the world and sponsored the careers of two outstanding scholars. One was about art, and the other was about science. The one who became a scientist was his son. The one who became an artist, it is not difficult to guess, must be Rembrandt. As Rembrandt's earliest major sponsor, he introduced him to the Governor-General to paint religious paintings, and later he met Her Royal Highness the Princess of Orange."

"His action changed more than just Rembrandt's career path. I don't need to retell you Rembrandt's personal achievements. Before he was 20 years old, he had become the most successful painter in the Netherlands. He was much younger than his predecessors Van Dyck and Rubens."

The guests present exchanged glances with each other.

They turned their eyes to Gu Weijing.

Smart people have realized that when Liu Ziming tells this story, it is not just about talking about art history or telling the life experience of a great ancient European painter.

Among those present.

If anyone can be considered a child prodigy, he or she will become famous before the age of 20.

The only one present was the youngest guest, Gu Weijing.

Oh.

Liu Ziming himself can be considered one of Cao Xuan’s four disciples.

obviously.

This story is either about Liu Ziming himself or about Gu Weijing.

(End of this chapter)