Almighty painter

Chapter 900 The Sakai Family

“Ohhhhh, honey, honey, it’s so loud in here!”

In the McLaren team's P room.

The chubby uncle with the Grand Prix visitor card hanging on his chest held his chin high and was drinking a free energy drink he had picked up from the side from an unlabeled thermos cup, looking full of energy.

Every team in the paddock has strict sponsorship terms and does not allow competitors' title sponsorship products to appear in their team's P room parking lot.

So there are no drinks to be found in the media area up front.

Kazunari Sakai put down his water cup, wiped his chin with an unsatisfied look, and prepared to go to the lounge at the back to get some more happy water to drink.

Took two steps.

I didn't hear the expected voice of blame.

The uncle hesitated and stopped.

Without him.

It's just my skin that itches.

The fat uncle who has a family is a very strange and magical creature.

When they are whipped by their wives with a whip and are not allowed to eat this or that, and are asked to diet to lose weight, they feel so sad and desperate. But suddenly, no one is beating them from behind, and they feel a strange emptiness and a strange sense of crisis.

My butt is itchy.

what!
Am I not your dearest big baby?

I'm going to drink some happy water!

It's such a big cup, with carbonic acid bubbles bubbling. I just gulp and drink it down in gulps...Aren't you going to say anything?
Uncle Sakai was a little confused.

"Would you like to have a drink too?"

Uncle Sakai seemed to be beating the little donkey that was moving backwards, shaking its hips to seduce his wife's whip-like gaze.

no response.

The uncle thought for two and a half seconds, then put the cup aside. Suddenly, he stopped taking the happy water, rolled back his cup, and adjusted his voice.

"Wife, wife, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

he asked.

"It's okay." The blonde aunt said expressionlessly.

"You're not feeling well. It's easy to get wrinkles when you're not in a good mood."

Kazunari Sakai sang the opposite tune very confidently, as if he would be too itchy to sleep if he didn't get whipped a few times by his wife's whip tonight.

Mrs. Sakai is Spanish.
There are two important Spanish drivers in the paddock this year.

One is Carlos Sainz, a young driver from Red Bull Racing, and the other is Fernando Alonso, a legendary veteran from the McLaren team. He defeated the top driver Schumacher for two consecutive years in 0506 and , overturned Ferrari's consecutive championship dynasty, and became a sports hero for the Spanish.

This dragon-slaying journey seemed to have exhausted all his luck.

In the following ten years, he lost the world championship competition several times by just a few points in the last game of the year, which also added some tragic heroic color to his story.

Rumor has it.

After his contract with Team McGrady expires next year, he will choose to retire and bid farewell to the professional arena completely.

Mrs. Sakai seems to have been in a bad mood for the past two weeks.

In order to please his wife and also to change his daughter's mood, Kazunari Sakai brought his family, including his wife and children, to watch the game today.

The McLaren team used engines from Japanese car manufacturer Honda, and Uncle Sakai easily used his connections to get VIP tickets for the team from a senior executive in Honda's racing department.

They were here ten minutes ago.

Having just taken photos with Alonso, Mrs. Sakai also received a hat from the driver with a friendly message in Spanish, "To Ms. Cruz."

Mrs. Sakai still seemed a little unhappy.

She looked like a senior sports fan, staring intently at the complicated racing data screens on the team's control console.

however.

The race hasn't started yet.

and so.

The blonde aunt simply didn't want others to notice that she was in a daze.

"No, I'm quite happy."

Mrs. Sakai casually waved the golden-orange hat in her hand.

The woman concealed it very well. She could deceive others, but she could not deceive Kazunari Sakai's "emotional radar".

The fat uncle's flesh trembled on the spot.

In ancient times, the accountants would jingle the beads and calculate the gains and losses of the accounts. Kazunari Sakai could swing his belly, which was much more "grand" than Yang Dekang's, and calculate the mood of his wife.

He shook his waist twice, which he thought existed but actually did not.

Not hard to guess.

Kazunari Sakai also heard the news from Oil Painting, and he could probably guess what his wife was thinking.

"My wife."

Kazunari Sakai advised earnestly, "It turned out well after all, didn't it? Don't worry about the Oil Painting issue. I think our girl should be able to gain something from this Biennale no matter what. It's much better than the worst result we expected at the beginning."

“That’s not bad at all.”

Uncle Sakai turned his head and took a furtive glance.

Gangchang was folding his arms, stretching his neck, and staring at the European technician who was lying next to him under the Formula One car and doing the final inspection of the air flow diffuser.

His sister Katsuko stood on his right.

The girl reached out and held Gangchang's hand, she looked very peaceful.

The expression on Katsuko Sakai's face was extremely focused.

Kazunari Sakai saw no sadness in the expression on his daughter's face, as seen in Japanese comics, when the world loses its color after the rosy youth comes to an end, nor did he see any joy that came from being infected by the joyful atmosphere all around.

She pulled her brother beside her.

The two people were close to each other, their fingers linked, but they were in completely different dimensions.

Tsunamasa was concentrating as the technicians were fiddling with the newfangled racing car.

Katsuko's calmness and concentration are a mystery that even as a father and an artist who is good at observing life, he still finds it difficult to completely unravel.

Spring flowers slowly opening by a pond.

Such tranquility, such concentration, and the mysterious temperament of such a scene. Kazunari Sakai has painted countless different kinds of flowers in his life.

He still couldn't explain it clearly.

My daughter’s thoughts.

It's hard for my father to explain it clearly.

"Otherwise, I'll go look for someone at the Oil Paintings..."

Kazunari Sakai whispered in his wife's ear.

"In fact, I would rather not have such a good result."

The blonde aunt suddenly spoke.

Her voice was also low, almost inaudible amid the high-speed engine testing and the whistling noise of the brake ventilation duct and radiator.

“We didn’t write that paper for the interview in Oil Painting magazine.”

"We are not here for the painting found by Ms. K. of the Irina family."

The woman's voice was mixed in with the surrounding noise.

"These...are all unrelated matters."

The blonde aunt said to her husband.

"It's a pleasant surprise." Kazunari Sakai tried to persuade.

"But in this situation, what do you want Shengzi to do?"

The wife stared at the electronic screen full of data in a daze.

Unlike what her husband thought, the blonde aunt was not just in a daze.

The sensors installed on modern racing cars allow the team leaders and technicians sitting on the podium and in the P room to monitor the detailed working conditions of the car at every gear change, every time the accelerator pedal is pressed, and every moment when it rushes through a high-speed corner at a speed of 200 miles per hour.

The data measurement accuracy can reach one thousandth of a second.

hard to imagine.

Formula One racing is actually a race that requires higher timing accuracy than a 1-meter race. In some cases, two different cars, driven by two different drivers, will complete a lap of a 100-kilometer track in 5 seconds, and the time consumed will not differ by more than 0.5 milliseconds.

Even if the numbers on the screen in front of the woman were a hundred times more, and the accuracy of various tests was a hundred times more precise.

When it comes to things like love.

It will just throw out a bunch of gibberish.

Mrs. Sakai was thinking that there was no data display screen in the world that could tell her the gains and losses of this matter.

Who made money.

Who loses.

And what should we do to be the most correct thing.

"Katsuko got a gift, but she didn't get what she wanted."

Mrs. Sakai pursed her lips.

"I can feel that Shengzi is unhappy. Shengzi is not happy, so this kind of exchange, exchanging happiness for success... I would rather not have it -"

The woman shook her head.

Kazunari Sakai opened his mouth, wanting to say something comforting. His wife had always been more stubborn than he was.

Kazunari Sakai was in a pretty lazy mood.

He was the open-minded parent at the beginning who believed that the most important thing was his children's happiness.

Kazunari Sakai never made things difficult for Gu Weijing, nor did he create any obstacles for him.

He always felt that the love affairs and various coincidences of young people were difficult to explain.

But my wife is worried.

The wife is the one who comes over and tries to match her daughter with Komatsu Taro, and is also the arrogant mother who makes three rules for Gu Weijing.

Cause and condition have come together.

The length and shortness change with the changes.

The charm of the word "fate" lies in the fact that crystal balls, bonfires, astrology, blood type, the remaining tea leaves in the tea cup... people throughout the ages have invented countless different ways to make predictions.

finally.

The result is still chaos.

Who would have thought.

Today, Kazunari Sakai can continue to take it easy and face this matter calmly.

The person you really can’t let go of.

Still Mrs. Sakai?
It was she who wanted to match her daughter with the young master of the Komatsu Gallery, who was a more suitable match for her. It was she who told her husband, "We won't cooperate with Jane Arnold on a fashion brand anymore, it's not that important."

She was also the one who told her husband, "This is not what Katsuko Sakai wants."

There's such a thing as fate.

It’s really hard to explain.

If Mrs. Sakai had been braver a few weeks ago, the outcome might have been different. If Mr. Sakai had been braver, the outcome might have been different. If Katsuko Sakai had been braver, the outcome might have been different…

even.

It comes down to it.

If only Gu Weijing were braver.

The outcome of the matter might have changed as well.

It takes courage for someone to extend an olive branch, but what about someone who accepts it?

as well.

Just like Gu Weijing asked Shengzi in the cafe, you see, for me, every day, every hour, and every moment in the future, I need to ask myself, is it because of me that your father did not reach the height he could have reached, is it because of me that you cannot achieve the achievements you should have.

Then.

Ms. Katsuko.

If I had to ask myself, would our love be the biggest "mistake" you have ever made in your life.

How should I face you, and how should I face myself?

Wealth and fame.

It's something everyone wants.

It is also a bondage that no one can escape from.

Gu Weijing made up his mind. He had the courage to look death in the face. He had the courage to face the mysterious man in Xihe Guild Hall who seemed to have a thousand different faces and a thousand different names.

After going through so much.

He has the determination to say "No" to the other party.

But he didn't have the determination to say "Yes" to Miss Katsuko.

Everyone tried it.

Everyone tried their best to try to reach a perfect ending for the relationship, but somehow they parted ways that night.

Maybe it's because they are not brave enough.

Maybe it's because they are all too brave.

Maybe -

This matter has never had a perfect ending.

Because the young men and young women were too young at that time, they had their first taste of the sweetest and most dreamy taste of budding love, and were intoxicated in the taste, but they were not ready to bear the burden of a long life.

Miss Elena and Gu Weijing said -

The imagination is sunny.

But people can never escape real life by immersing themselves in imagination.

It always raises new questions.

Miss Irina may be a person with double standards, but as a critic, her "Anna's Sharp Comments" always seem to make sense.

"At least, both children have good artistic paths." Uncle Sakai comforted his wife and tried to guide her to look at the problem from a brighter perspective.

"At the beginning, I decided to marry you because I believed I would be happy. Yicheng, I never married you because I believed you would become a famous and successful painter."

Mrs. Sakai said absentmindedly.

Uncle Sakai shut his mouth obediently again.

His wife's whip fell on his body, making a loud "beep" sound, and Uncle Sakai's whole body shook.

The happy fat man was also infected by his wife's emotions.

He felt that even if he ran to the back and drank big gulps of happy water, he would not be happy for the time being.

He kept sniffing.

"I should have known so."

He heard Mrs. Sakai sigh somewhat sadly.

"I should have insisted on bringing Shengzi back."

The blonde aunt said angrily.

"If Komatsu Taro was chosen, do you think that would be a better and more satisfactory outcome for Katsuko?"

The wife asked in the man's ear.

"My fault."

(End of this chapter)