Almighty painter

Chapter 899: Miss Elena Doesn’t Care (Part )

Miss Elena sat at the long table.

Once, a party waiter with a somewhat childish face came over kindly, worried that the wheelchair might get hurt due to the unexpected bumps and shakes while sailing on the sea, so he suggested that he could stay with the guest.

Anna chose to decline politely.

In a woman's heart, that must be unnecessary passion.

She had learned how to dance and had received professional foil training. She knew how to move her body's center of gravity in the midst of a storm of sword moves. Using only her abdominal muscles and the power of her breathing, she could keep her pelvis elegantly and steadily supported by the seat, and move forward and backward freely according to the rhythm of her thoughts.

She doesn't like showing her weakness in front of others.

The ups and downs at this point can't do anything to Miss Elena.

Liu Ziming grew up by the sea.

As early as the moment the ship left the port, he knew in an instant that Anna Elena would be more adaptable to all of this than most of the guests present.

salon.

Sailing.

And verbal confrontation.

All three.

She adapted to these things like she adapted to breathing.

As early as several centuries ago, the Irene family held various salons and cocktail parties in their manor day after day. In order to pay tribute to the Irene family, poets, painters and musicians in the reception room drank enough sparkling wine to dye the entire Danube into sparkling gold. They once built a ship called "White Edelweiss", which was probably the fastest private yacht in Central Europe when it was born. When all coal-fired steam engines were working at full capacity, it could reach a maximum speed record of 35 knots between wind and waves. At the end of the 75th century, it only lagged behind by yards in the French sailing race and won the second place.

Verbal confrontation, huh...

For many guests, tonight’s salon is a novel life experience that only happens once in a lifetime, a passage from a distant storybook shining into reality.

And for Miss Elena.

It was just a rearrangement of ancient life, with all three superimposed on each other.

How uncomfortable Gu Weijing was with all this.

Miss Elena was so relaxed and at ease with all of this.

For someone who is used to eating strawberries and is tired of cakes, can you hope that one day the chef will bring up a plate of strawberry cake and give her a warning on the spot, making her look surprised after tasting it?
Liu Ziming understood this very well.

But when he really looked at the woman sitting in the distance, eating a strawberry on the cake with a fork with an expressionless face.

He still sneered for no reason.

That was his mockery and sneer towards "beauty".

Anna Elena.

She was undoubtedly beautiful, that needed no further explanation.

But for someone who never laughs, or rather, has almost lost the ability to laugh most of the time.

Rather than saying that she is noble and elegant, it is better to say that——

Her beauty was indifferent and heartless.

She is beautiful yet cold and cruel.

She is not Snow White who can be awakened from a hundred-year sleep by a kiss from others.

She is the queen stepmother who would look into the mirror with a stern face and ask, "Mirror, mirror, who is the most beautiful woman in the world?"

Liu Ziming is undoubtedly a middle-aged and artistic young man who is very imaginative and sensitive.

He could actually see through the ruthless meaning of the German fairy tale collected by the Grimm brothers, in which the queen smeared poison on the apple in front of the mirror, from the way Miss Elena ate the strawberry.

ruthless.

That means not caring.

She didn't care what the apple tasted like, or what kind of woman Snow White was.

She only cares about whether she is the most beautiful woman in the world.

Anna Elena sat quietly in a dark wheelchair.

The woman was not far from the campfire, enough for her to clearly hear the chattering here. She seemed to be sitting alone in her own kingdom, filtering out all the noise and bustle in the world that did not need to be heard.

Liu Ziming didn't believe that Miss Elena didn't understand the meaning of his story.

Even if Gu Weijing, the person involved, was ignorant.

Miss Elena must also be able to fully understand the rich connotations of Liu Ziming's words.

If she chooses to understand, she can applaud with a smile.

If she felt angry, she could retort with a sneer on the spot and embarrass Liu Ziming.

She can do both of these easily.

Miss Elena just sat on the chair with her back to everyone, biting a fresh strawberry nonchalantly.

Either Liu Ziming was expressing his dissatisfaction or he was seeking communication.

Miss Elena didn't care.

The first is Rembrandt, the second is Rubens, the Maria Tripp family, the Night Watch, the critics... Liu Ziming took great pains to tell such a story, and embedded his own attitude into it like a strawberry on a cake.

Miss Elena didn't care.

What are the Tripp family?
Just a country bumpkin with some money.

It is hard to say whether Gu Weijing can get involved with Rembrandt, and the Tripp family had better not get involved with Elena's family.

The Tripp family was only lucky enough to have two Rembrandt paintings and leave their names in art history, while the Irene family has made countless painters famous because they had the honor of painting for the Irene family.

In those days, merchants who had some money but no title had to make an appointment if they wanted to meet a high-ranking imperial earl.

Liu Ziming had just been observing Gu Weijing's expression, feeling distressed because he couldn't make up his mind.

He found that there was no need for him to worry.

The expression of Miss Maria Tripp in the painting would not change because of a real story that happened in the human world.

Will the snow-capped peaks of the Alps respond because someone told a humorous story?

Even without humans, the stars will continue to move according to their laws forever.

For all human beings, such brilliant beauty is probably also a cold and cruel beauty.

Miss Elena was willing to interact with Gu Weijing in some way during the interview, and the two of them fit together like amalgam.

Just because it was a painting of Elena's family.

Outside of that painting.

She became the art director of Oil Painting magazine.

Gu Weijing seemed like a poor astronomer in ancient times who was dancing a strange Nuo dance around a bonfire towards the sky, praying that Halley's Comet would arrive as scheduled.

happen.

Occasionally a comet will create beautiful sparks in the sky.

More often than not.

He might be silent and gazing at the sky, or he might be dancing with sweat dripping down his face as flames blazed everywhere, or even jumping into the sea of ​​fire as a sacrifice to the starry sky.

It has no effect on the results.

It never mattered whether Gu Weijing was flaming or not.

No matter how hard you try, you can figure out what's in your mind.

Halley's Comet doesn't care.

Anna Elena...

She doesn't care.
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“The universe is beautiful, but the universe is neither friendly nor hostile.”

“It’s just indifferent.”
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Gu Weijing sat on a beach chair.

The sea breeze blows on my face.

He held a bottle of orange-flavored soda in his hand. This was his second time attending such a live salon. Liu Ziming's guess was correct. Gu Weijing could never adapt well to such a scene.

It’s hard to say, this is a problem of the guests on the scene.

Gu Weijing understood.

He is a very lucky man, and his elders take good care of him.

Lao Yang took him to the last artist dinner at the Raffles Hotel, and he felt that he was out of place in such a feast.

It was Gu Weijing himself who felt that he did not belong there.

No one ever stopped him, and no one ever laughed at him to his face. He himself didn't even try to socialize. How could he fit into such an occasion?
This time in the ship's salon.

Liu Ziming also took care of him. He recognized the metaphor about Rembrandt and was very grateful to Liu Ziming.

Gu Weijing was not sure how to give an appropriate response.

Let's say together, "Respect Rubens, Rembrandt?"

Isn't that a bit too narcissistic?

Narcissism is a virtue of many artists, but Gu Weijing feels shy about it.

He picked up the orange soda in his hand and took a sip as a thank you.

He still felt that he was somewhat out of tune with the atmosphere around him.

This is still not the guests’ problem.

No one will laugh at him today!

Gu Weijing understood that he was now "in the limelight".

After just two short weeks, the situation was very different from when he first arrived in Singapore.

He is no longer just any ordinary painter who comes to participate in the exhibition.

He is Gu Weijing, the discoverer of "Old Church in a Thunderstorm", the hottest star in the Biennale. Spotlights from all over the world are shining on him, and he is surrounded by curious faces.

Even those who disagree with the term "the first Rembrandt" still have a deep understanding of him.

Gu Weijing could feel it.

Those people were also full of curiosity.

There was no malice in the way they stared at him.

The guests who were able to board this ship today all had some relationship with Liu Ziming. If they didn't give face to Gu Weijing, they had to give face to Liu Ziming.

When Liu Ziming clearly expressed his optimism and support for him, he was still mocking him, which clearly showed that his emotional intelligence was too low.

He just wasn't used to it.

The story told by Liu Ziming was easy to understand, and Rembrandt's "The Night Watch" was famous enough, so Gu Weijing understood this story.

But there are still many things he doesn't understand.

We talked about art, music and movies.

The names and words spoken by one crowned speaker after another, the long list of French New Wave directors, various experimental art works, and famous Asian artists.

They talked about the use of painting lenses and how to interpret visual language.

Liu Ziming hopes that the atmosphere of the salon will be as relaxed as possible.

There were still many things that everyone talked about, which Gu Weijing had never learned, seen, or heard of.

There are a few people, such as well-known directors like Hou Hsiao-hsien and Edward Yang. He knows about such people, but he has never seen their works.

He didn't know why everyone was laughing.

When to laugh.

When shouldn't you laugh?

He always felt like someone who had done something wrong.

Gu Tongxiang was the one who saw through this with great insight, and realized that in such occasions, one cannot just strike a cool pose and act cool, as the technical level required is too high.

He was unable to cope with the situation, so he just wiped it off and went to play with Lao Yang.

Gu Weijing had no choice but to sip the orange soda in his hand.

Sipping it again and again.

He was in a trance straight away.

He didn't hate this kind of atmosphere. This kind of heavy and textured conversation would make people who understood it feel happy and immersed in it.

Gu Weijing can understand emotions.

He could notice that the people around him were smiling involuntarily and mostly out of their own understanding.

That must be a wonderful feeling.

It's not anyone else's fault that he can't keep up with the pace.

The difference from Liu Ziming's guess is that Gu Weijing actually quite likes occasions like tonight.

Even so, sitting quietly on a beach chair, looking for stars in the starless and moonless night sky——

The feeling here is actually quite good.

The city where he lived was right next to the sea. Strangely enough, Gu Weijing seldom played at the beach when he was a child, and he had never had the chance to ride on such a large ship.

Walking on the sea, you can hear the gentle sound of the tide, but your body hardly feels any excessive shaking.

This feeling is really amazing.

It has an immersive sense of isolation, and you feel like you are neither sailing on the sea nor floating in the sky.

The beach chair under Gu Weijing floated in the dimensional gap between the sea and the sky.

He thought of the Royal Botanic Gardens not long ago.

At that time, he and Katsuko Sakai were also sitting together in a small boat with a sunshade.

The lake is tranquil, rippling silently.

Young boy and young girl kissing, hugging.

The two people seem like one person.

At this moment, he was sitting on an unimaginably large ship, as if he was sitting in the "Burning World" he painted as a detective cat, standing in the sea, with the surging sea water only covering the shoulders of the ancient giants whose calves.

The tide comes and goes, but sitting here is very peaceful.

He sat among the crowd.

One person was raising his glass with everyone else, sipping the soda in the glass one sip after another.

The other one was in a daze.

One seems to be two people.

He seemed like a violin in a symphony orchestra that could not tune properly or keep time. Everyone played like thunder, and you looked around blankly with your bow in your hand. Everyone paused at the same time, and you dragged out a distorted tail note on the D string.

The former is a happiness that is difficult to describe in words.

Time seemed to stand still.

The latter is so cold that it is difficult to describe in words.

Time seemed to stand still.

Gu Weijing looked at the game on the projection screen in front of him.

Behind the curtain, 20 spectators gathered in one weekend, the lights were bright, the engines were roaring, and the commentator's tone was like a person who had drunk bottles of Red Bull. It was so far away that it seemed like something was happening on the other side of the universe.

suddenly.

Gu Weijing was stunned.

He noticed that the camera lens on the screen slid across the face of a fat uncle.

(End of this chapter)