Almighty painter

Chapter 905 Mission Completed
Young men and women think they are singers of love.

Not as easily satisfied as the old ones.

Young people's minds are gentle and delicate, and not easily known by the world. Only when the cool water flows across their cheeks can they extinguish the burning temperature that cannot be expressed.

Use more understandable expressions.

Gu Weijing was washing his face at the sink when he heard the prompt sound from the system panel.

The transparent water flowing from the shower head made him feel quite cool, which allowed Gu Weijing to draw his mind away from what had happened before.

"Ding!"

"Your mission to break through the boundary has been completed."

Gu Weijing smeared the cool water on his jaw and eyelids, closed his eyes, and opened the virtual panel with an unexpectedly novel attitude.

【Breaking Mission——】

[In Chinese painting, we first look at the relics of our predecessors and the copies made by the Legalists, study and explore them, and trace their origins. Later, he became enlightened through confusion, and because he was able to touch it, he used pen and ink to express his temperament. By using this as a teacher, one can test the gains and losses, and the right and wrong of pseudo-study can finally be understood in the heart. 】

[Task content: Please test what you have learned, and tutor a painter whose Chinese painting skills are lower than the second level of the L.5 profession, so that he can become enlightened and reach this level. 】

【（This task has been completed）】

"So Grandpa went back to the hotel to study painting techniques?"

“You’re still working very hard.”

Gu Weijing stared at the "Completed" prompt on the panel.

After a while.

He sighed in his heart.

In fact, Chinese painting technique was the first one among all of Gu Wei's past painting skills to reach Lv.5 perfection, but it was also the last one among oil painting, sketching and Chinese painting to reach Lv.6 level.

This was because he had spent quite a while on this breakthrough mission.

Either you have to realize it instantly or you have to work hard. Other breakthrough tasks have their own difficulties. In the end, all Gu Weijing needs to do is work hard on his own.

There is only this task given by the system.

It is not only about “learning from oneself”, but more importantly, it is about “learning from others”.

It’s not enough for Gu Weijing to work hard on his own, he also needs his grandfather to work hard. So, he is just like all parents who tutor their children and end up getting impatient and irritated.

He whipped Old Gu with his small whip and he cried out loudly.

The dear old man was always staring at the roadside with a pair of clear and confused eyes, wandering around. He would not move forward even if he was led, and would even walk back two steps with a whine when he was urged or whipped too hard.

What can Xiao Gu do?
Student Gu is really helpless, okay.

Ever since.

Little Gu and Old Gu, the grandfather and grandson, were both hanging on the threshold of a breakthrough, unable to move forward or backward.

During this period of time, Gu Weijing had become indifferent to this matter.

What can you do if you're in a hurry?

Everything that should be taught has been taught, and everything that should be practiced has been practiced. There is nothing we can do if you still don’t get it.

When parents push their children to raise a certain level, but never see any results, they get so angry that they might as well have another child and start over with a new one.

Gu Weijing can’t possibly train another old man.

Even the great Brother Hao was unable to calm Gu Weijing down, but in this matter, Gu Weijing's anger was almost completely eliminated by the old man.

In addition, in the past two months, major events have occurred one after another at home.

He understood that it was not easy for the old man, so he whipped him less often and just let things take their course.

Never thought about it.

It turns out that grandpa works really hard behind the scenes!
He must have worked hard without being seen by Gu Weijing, just like today, when he said he was going to participate in some art event but was actually studying hard in private.

Distressed people, God does not give up.

Gu Weijing probably didn't know that his grandfather and Yang Dekang, his two henchmen, were happily posing and pretending to be cool in the Biennale, and their behavior of breaking the state of mind created an extra image of hardworking people in his mind.

Anyway, the result is good.

on the system panel.

His Chinese paintings finally reached "Lv.6 Professional Painter Level 32 (50000/)".

Gu Weijing opened his eyes.

The face of the young man with a soft complexion and drops of water hanging between his chin was reflected in the mirror. He was looking at himself, and because his face had not been wiped dry, his skin was a clean white sand color.

Gu Weijing used the tissue at hand to wipe the chin of the person in the mirror.

"Hello."

The young man said to the mirror.

Painting techniques are based on aesthetic scrutiny and the reproduction of the brush.

With two level 6 painting skills as a foundation, Gu Weijing, who had just completed "Human Noise" before coming to Singapore, looked at the person in the mirror.

The experience is more of a few subtle changes.

After reaching the last level before reaching the master level in Lv.6 Chinese painting technique, Gu Weijing has become more delicately adaptable to elements like "beauty".

The system panel states that the purpose of the realm-breaking mission is—

From confusion to enlightenment.

Because it can be opened by touch.

Use pen and ink to express your temperament.

He recalled the mission instructions on the panel in his mind.

The system hopes that Gu Weijing can establish his own art theory in the process of teaching others. Ultimately, this is to prepare himself to become a master of art.

Gu Weijing cleverly captures the beauty of the person in the mirror.

It sounds a bit narcissistic.

If he stared into the mirror, shook his head, chuckled and said, "Every morning when I face the mirror, I fall into the long river of love irresistibly."

It has the flavor of the Spanish Marquis Dalí.

Gu Weijing shook his head.

He pursed his lips.

Nothing was said.

"Beauty" never has only one form of expression, it is more of a thought.

The perfect figure of a Greek sculpture may not necessarily be beautiful.

Farmers and farmers with rough and mottled skin can also be beautiful.

Words like "beautiful" and "handsome" have been sublimated into "beauty", and their original semantic boundaries have been dissolved and expanded.

"Beauty" and "ugliness", in addition to objective descriptions, also have an emotional and aesthetic expression.

It's like a person standing there alone in a painting, and a person standing there alone.

"Alone" becomes "lonely", and in an instant, an additional layer of emotional expression is added to the visual expression.

The difference between Lv.5 and Lv.6, as presented to Gu Weijing, is more of such changes.

In the faucet that had just been turned off, a drop of water was stagnant there, a transparent drop of water that could drip into the sink at any time and then solidify forever under the water outlet.

The walls were blackened with damp mildew.

The light reflected on the sink countertop.

The crystal clear mirror surface.

They don't change at all, and they are like a blank sponge that can be dripped with new meanings at any time.

Even the paper towel that Gu Weijing had just used to wipe the mirror was stained with moisture and dust from the glass surface. It was just an ordinary old paper towel.

Throwing it into the trash is its fate. But if you look at it with emotion, white will become whiter, black will become blacker, and the colors may change with Gu Weijing's movements, giving rise to the possibility of beauty or ugliness.

And what about the person in the mirror?

He is not a faucet, a tissue, or a layer of light on the glass.

He himself is a person full of emotions.

He is not a blank sponge.

It is a sponge that has stored water. It is breathing, both inhaling and exhaling air.

It both absorbs emotions and exhales them.

Perhaps everyone in the world is like this, a sponge storing water.

Gu Weijing stared at the person in the mirror for a long while, watching the drop of water on his chin flow under the influence of gravity, and then drip onto his lapel.

He saw something in the black eyes, but couldn't quite put his finger on the specific taste.

There is truth in this.

I want to explain but I have forgotten the words.

Maybe my painting skills are not enough, or maybe my life experience is not enough.

Gu Weijing folded the tissue in his hand and put it into the chest pocket of his shirt.

then.

He turned and walked out of the bathroom.

He walked along the narrow passage inside the cabin and passed a young waiter with acne on his cheeks.

The huge ship under your feet was originally designed for transporting cargo. The internal passages are very narrow and were painted blue. Now the anti-rust paint has begun to fade. Closed watertight doors with turntables appear from time to time on both sides of the corridor.

It has a very industrial vibe.

The waiter recognized him as a guest on the ship and politely stepped aside.

Gu Weijing walked over, turned his head and looked at the other person twice.

Perhaps it was because his gaze was too sharp, the other person turned his head away awkwardly, looking quite shy.

"Feel sorry."

Gu Weijing nodded and looked away embarrassedly.

He increasingly felt that everyone in the world had his or her own story, and everyone was a painting with a different posture.

Such paintings express different meanings at every moment.

The world is the largest exhibition hall.

Gu Weijing walked in the narrow passage, and after looking at the other party, he wanted to go to the deck quickly to breathe the fresh sea breeze.

He walked out of the cabin.

He returned to the deck and looked towards the bow. The cargo hold was the largest part of the freighter in the center. The slightly wider area in the front was simply converted into a salon deck.

Gu Weijing could faintly hear the noise of the people and the voice of the Sky Sports commentator coming from there.

The game is already halfway through.

Liu Ziming told him that the F1 race is different from the old American NASCAR on an oval track, with dozens or even hundreds of Toyotas and Chevrolets whirring around in circles and competing with each other, and several or even dozens of cars collide with each other, just like playing billiards.

Formula One cars are relatively sophisticated.

Although it is extremely fast, it is a game of threading a needle and embroidery rather than a bold and straightforward game.

This kind of game.

People who like it like it. The downside is that people who don't understand it will find it boring. In some narrow street races, there may be 20 cars running like a train, making a continuous noise from the beginning to the end.

Gu Weijing is one of those people who can’t understand.

He had tried to focus on what was happening on the screen, but apart from the first scene where the red cars in the front row collided with each other, he hadn't made much sense.

That's why he went to the cabin to wash his face.

What Gu Weijing spent most of his energy on was recalling that cold laughter.

I wonder if Miss Elena has the same idea.

a few minutes ago.

Anna left the salon deck. Before leaving, she refused the company of the female guest next to her and turned to look behind her.

Her movements were quick and stealthy.

Gu Weijing noticed the eyes with a hint of coldness. He thought for a moment and did not go to the large deck in front. Instead, he turned around and walked towards the stern along the passage on both sides of the 170-meter-long freighter.

In the light sea breeze at the stern.

Gu Weijing saw Miss Elena sitting by the railing, looking at the sea with a calm gaze, like a queen sitting in the palace, waiting for an audience.
-
Wukong said, "Master promised everyone in front of the altar yesterday that he would teach me the truth through the back door at three o'clock in the morning."

——Wu Cheng'en, Ming Dynasty, "Journey to the West, Chapter 2: Awakening to the True and Wonderful Principles of Bodhi, Eliminating the Devil, Returning to the Original Spirit"
-
"Why are you here?"

Hearing the footsteps behind her, the woman at the stern didn't even turn her head.

"Do you also think this game is a bit boring?"

She was delighted.

The tone was exceptionally cold.

God has mercy on me. I don't know if Miss Anna has read "Journey to the West". Bodhi Patriarch is such a powerful god, a super giant. He knocked on the head of the Monkey King three times, put his hands behind his back, walked inside, and closed the middle door. In the middle of the night, when Wukong really came, he also had to say a good word, "You are predestined today, and I am happy to say it."

Miss Elena is fine.

She was obviously waiting for the other person, and that look was a mystery.

When Gu Weijing finally solved the puzzle, he filled the gaps in the spelling game with the letters one by one.

But she added: "Why are you here? Do you find the competition boring?"

You came here because you thought the game was boring, but I didn't force you to come!

promise.

Miss Elena is such a difficult person to deal with.

“I don’t quite understand.”

Gu Weijing walked to the other side of the railing, maintaining a polite social distance, and spoke casually.

"It's not hard to understand. Whoever crosses the finish line first is the champion."

Anna made a sharp comment.

“This is probably the easiest thing to understand in the world.”

"If I were to say——"

The voice of the woman in the wheelchair gradually faded from high to low and finally disappeared into the wind.

Let her say it.

The story that Gu Weijing just told is really hard to understand.

"You know, just last week I went to that orphanage."

Miss Elena spoke slowly, and like all her previous conversations, she firmly took control of the conversation.

"I brought a condolence with me."

"The eulogy written by Zweig for Balzac describes the scene when Victor Hugo gave a speech at Balzac's funeral. I think Carla would like Zweig, and she also likes Balzac."

"Did you know that Balzac was a collector?" Anna said casually.

Gu Weijing shook his head.

"He once recorded in his diary how he decorated the wedding room for the woman he was pursuing, the queen's grandniece. It was a very interesting description."

The woman spoke in a disjointed manner.

(End of this chapter)