Almighty painter

Chapter 907 The third meeting between the two people unfolds in a way that neither of them expected (Part )

Instead of reading the eulogy for Carla von Elena there, it would be better to give it to her great-niece.

for myself.

A eulogy for Anna Elena, for her living and dead soul.

"If I suddenly jump down from here, will you jump down with me?"

The woman stared at the sea in front of her, and her body seemed as if she would cross the railing and step into the deep waves at any time.

Her tone was heavy as stone.

Hidden in the waves, not even a bubble emerged.

"Do not."

Gu Weijing leaned on the railing and spoke in a stone-like tone.

"Ms. Elena, I can't."

Anna understood the story he told.

Perhaps the woman felt a similar melancholy temperament in that imaginary story, and perhaps such vain and unprovoked "love" made her feel bleak and cold.

Perhaps Miss Elena was tired of being tightly wrapped in silk, but found herself unable to break free, and was deeply aware of the tragedy inherent in it.

But that doesn't mean.

Gu Weijing would be interested in playing the "You Jump, I Jump" game with the women around him.

This kind of self-destructive game is something that only people like Miss Elena are qualified to play.

Maybe she's Miss Rose who doesn't want to marry a steel tycoon.

Gu Weijing can draw good pencil sketches, but that doesn't mean he is Jack.

He still has his own ideals, his own life, and many things he wants to do.

He also has his grandfather, family and friends.

……

How could he have the right to be so willful as to climb over the railing and say "You Jump, I Jump" like in the movies just because the young lady said she wanted to jump into the sea?

This is really ridiculous.

Rose and Jack were made for each other, but he wasn't.

What's more.

Gu Weijing knew very well that there was no way Miss Elena could climb over the railing.

Being in a wheelchair is not a problem.

But when he heard the woman's tone, he understood.

Miss Elena has the ability to make everything she says sound as if it is true. When she says that Martians will invade the Earth tomorrow, it sounds like a natural fact.

Only this sentence.

It is just a joke, a self-pitying lament about the sadness of the passing of time.

A special Anna-style mood.

A Cosplay game.

"I promise."

Even so, despite this, Gu Weijing still spoke in a serious tone without any emotion.

He didn't want Miss Elena to have any misunderstanding or misjudgment.

"How heartless."

The woman replied calmly.

"You know, you just lost a great opportunity to show off your charming heroism."

"Gu, the virtue of a lion is not to eat people, but to face the hunting gun bravely. Last week you said that if it was really necessary, if I felt helpless, you would do something for me."

"It's not even seven days yet, and you're regretting it."

Anna commented sharply.

"I haven't even asked you to face the shotgun yet? It seems that you don't have the virtue of honesty at least."

Her tone sounded sarcastic, but in fact it was teasing.

Anna knew that it was impossible for her to jump down from here.

Maybe Gu Weijing is a Jack who can draw good sketches.

But she was not Rose.

This is not a movie like "Titanic". What binds Rose is her mother, her fiancé, and her family.

Rose chose to jump into the sea to escape from her bondage.

And in Miss Elena's own story.

Rose is her.

Her mother, her fiancé, all of this, and also herself.

One cannot escape reality by immersing oneself in sunny fantasies, nor can one escape oneself by leaping into the sea.

She was simply seeking spiritual comfort through melancholy fantasies.

Rose would rather face death than break free from the shackles of her family. In this love story, her body is not free, but her spirit is free.

And Anna.

She was even hesitant about the matter of "Oil Painting" magazine, unable to break free or let go.

How could she be Rose?

Miss Elena's words were just a joke filled with complicated feelings, just like putting on makeup and playing Juliet in a stage play.

Rose and Jack might just be made for each other.

She wanted to play Rose.

But she is not Rose after all.

The interesting thing happened right here. Miss Elena believed that the young people around her could tell that it was just a joke.

She was silently inviting the other party to play a role-playing stage game.

There might be a million people in the world who would be willing to play a game like this with her if the person standing next to her was her Ole.

The moment Anna said this.

The other person had already started taking off his shirt, climbing over the railing, looking into her eyes and saying "You Jump, I Jump!"

She was so beautiful, he worshipped herself and pursued herself.

Since it's a stage play, why not perform "Titanic" together?

Ole would indulge in this sudden madness with her, and play this game of flirting happily together. Maybe Miss Elena would finally be willing to give the other party what she had always longed for, her kiss, at the end of this stage play.

If Ole really performs very, very well.

Then.

Perhaps Miss Elena will also allow herself to be engulfed by the greedy, illusory flames of desire.

Since the fate in life is already determined.

So why not stay in a dream forever on the stage? Just like the imaginary Louvre in the document written by the great writer Balzac to his suitor.

There was such a crazy night in my life.

She is Rose.

She was a country girl from Pratl's Spring Park.

That's enough.

Just like the ending of Zweig's novel - "She was afraid of the arrival of the gradually brighter and clearer day, but she slowly began to recall it, it was like the fading sunlight shining into her dark and gloomy life. She forgot everything that was coming."

she was.

Anna Elena forgot what was coming.

that's enough.

If an actor performs well enough, then in the few moments before the curtain falls, he will forget his true identity and really think he is a hero or a king.

"Do not."

Anna thought about that scenario.

She shook her head again.

Rather than allowing herself and Ole to be engulfed by the swirling flames, it was more likely that Ole would begin to act out a stage play with her at that moment, and say to her, "You Jump, I Jump."

Anna lost all interest in the matter.

She will lose interest.

She turned back into that cold woman.

she was.

Anna Irena, she has always been such a difficult person to please. Even though this was a stage play, Gu Weijing beside her still said in a stone-like tone, "No, I won't."

He didn't even ask why he jumped into the sea.

He even added a sentence.

"I promise."

How mean.

It was probably this unromantic answer that made Anna Elena suddenly interested in playing this flirting game with the other party.

She likes the other person's understanding.

She also likes the other person's ruthlessness.

So noble.
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after many years.

Anna always recalls what happened on the freighter that day.

When she asked the man next to her if he would jump with her, Miss Elena's finger was only 0.01 millimeters away from the railing of the ship, but they all believed that this was a joke that would never come true. But after a quarter of an incense stick of time, Anna and Gu Weijing would hug each other in the sea.

Because it was a crazy enough night.

Anna has been through countless things in her life.

But she still feels it.

It was the craziest night she had ever experienced.

It was also the most perfect. No, the word "perfect" seemed too lacking in compassion and empathy to describe this night full of tragedy.

From any angle.

At the very least, it was a night that will be remembered as one filled with dramatic conflict.

This story unfolds in a way neither person could have expected at the beginning - sparks fly.

——"The Power of Art·Fifteenth Edition·Volume 56——Gu Weijing and Anna Irena: Follow Your Heart to the End" Page
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"Remember the story you told me about the orphan that day?"

The woman at the fence changed the subject.

Miss Elena turned her head and spun in a circle in her wheelchair, facing the sea and also facing Gu Weijing who was leaning against the fence.

"How did you handle it?"

Anna asked curiously.

"I have been thinking about this question these days. Did you comfort him? Hug him and tell him that you don't blame him?" the woman said absentmindedly.

"The kid who wanted to touch under Ms. Katsuko's skirt?"

Gu Weijing said.

"No, I didn't beat him, but I asked the dean to require him as a guardian not to participate in entertainment activities every night. He had to stay in a small empty room alone, facing the wall, for two weeks, three days a week, and three hours each time."

“So tough.”

Miss Elena said, raising her eyes and speaking in a tone that was hard to tell whether it was encouragement or ridicule.

It probably sounded like a mockery.

It’s actually encouragement.

"I thought you were going to tell him well done!"

Ok.

Gu Weijing heard a hint of mockery in Anna's words.

He shook his head seriously.

"I am willing to say Cui Xiaoming's paintings are good because Cui Xiaoming is indeed a good painter. As an exhibition, his works are impeccable. At the same time, I saw fear, terror and even pleading in Cui Xiaoming's eyes."

"I believe he knows he did the wrong thing."

"There will be fear, terror, and even pleading in his eyes. That's only because he is afraid of you. That's because he thinks you can destroy him. How can you be sure that he knows he has done something wrong?"

Miss Elena asked back.

"I am not sure."

Gu Weijing shook his head. "I didn't say he did a good job. I just said he painted well. The reporter asked me what I thought of his work. That's my true opinion of his work."

"Repay evil with good?"

Gu Weijing tried to translate this word into English.

"All I can do is give an honest, upright response," he said.

"He looks like a saint," Anna commented sharply.

This time it sounded like affirmation, but in reality it was Miss Elena's ridicule.

Gu Weijing hugged his arms.

"No, I'm definitely not a saint. I'm actually a pretty angry person. I've done a lot of immature things, and I've even done a lot of wrong things."

"You know what? There was an international collaborative art project. On the first day of the project, someone came up to me and said something provocative. I turned around and prepared to leave."

Gu Weijing recalled the conflict between him and Tanaka Masakazu that day.

"Then he whispered in my ear that I had no courage at all and that my grandfather was just as unpresentable as I was."

"How did you answer?"

Anna thought about it and felt that this was quite similar to the debate between her and Gu Weijing about good lions and bad lions.

"I didn't answer."

Gu Weijing shook his head.

When Anna's eyes revealed a complicated look, he said, "I punched him directly in the stomach."

Miss Elena was amused by his sudden change of mind.

She tilted her head.

"This isn't your style."

Anna said teasingly.

"Do you think this is wrong?"

Miss Elena didn't think this was a wrong thing. The other party brought it upon himself. In the past, if someone dared to insult her family like this, she would have pulled out a gun, let alone a punch.

Gu Weijing thought for a while.

"At the very least, I have to say that this was a very immature thing to do. I think I did a very bad job."

"First of all, after going through so many things, I feel more and more that private violence and fists can never solve all the problems in the world. It often only makes things worse. You can't blame everything on the passion of artists."

"Secondly, what he wanted was to lure me into a fight and then make a big fuss. He wanted to kick me out of the art project. I punched him, but I fell into his trap and put myself in an awkward situation. This is not good either."

"Yes. Looking back now, I did something wrong. There were many ways to solve that problem, but I chose a bad one."

Anna said nothing.

She was thinking.

The difference between her and Gu Weijing is that she never needs to consider these issues.

"So? Did he succeed in the end?"

"No."

Gu Weijing shook his head.

"I said he insulted Mr. Cao, and I couldn't stand it, so I punched him."

"Very smart." Miss Elena blinked, "But Mr. Cao Xuan probably doesn't admire you for this reason."

"No. Not smart."

Gu Weijing thought for a moment.

"I think it's more like some kind of street smarts. Some street smarts may be real wisdom, but some street smarts may be more helpless."

Young people often think about what happened on the first day of an arts project.

Those helpless, funny farces.

"It came from my inner insecurity. In fact, I put Mr. Cao Xuan in a very embarrassing situation."

Make sense.

Gu Weijing felt that he was a little clever at that time.

But from Cao Xuan's perspective, the old man was fucked.

What the hell is this.

He is an internationally renowned painter and Buddhist believer who had originally stopped painting. This time he came to the Shwedagon Pagoda as a foreign consultant to participate in an art project, hoping to spend some quiet time alone.

As a result, the project has not started yet.

I heard that there were two kids downstairs fighting each other.

One of them even claimed that it was in his own name.

It is obviously difficult for Mr. Cao to do this.

(End of this chapter)