Almighty painter

Chapter 908 Trust Game
Gu Weijing still hasn't figured out why Mr. Cao was willing to agree to that childish proposal for a painting competition that day.

But he felt deeply guilty for the lie he told that day.

On the artistic path, if Cao Xuandan is a little more domineering and serious, people will have a hundred ways to deal with him.

Even if he did nothing and left the matter to the staff of the art project, it would still end up in a mess for him.

That morning.

Gu Weijing had the opportunity to remain honest and upright.

But he didn't have the courage to be honest and upright, and he preferred to trust his cleverness and flashes of intelligence.

Gu Weijing thinks it is better to tell the truth.

Such street wisdom can better help himself, better protect himself, and give him a stronger sense of security.

He didn't know whether this choice was right or wrong.

but.

Young people feel the tragedy inherent in their choice.

He was filled with numbness, powerlessness and helplessness.

When did Gu Weijing begin to realize this?
One day after the art project? When he was staring at the boy in the orphanage, when he was discussing good lions or bad lions with Miss Elena in the backstage lounge of the Esplanade?

Maybe earlier than all that.

As early as when the underworld first came to the door.

"I was so arrogant during that time. I felt that I had mastered the real rules of how the world works. When the rules of the market were in my favor, I followed them. When the madness of an artist was in my favor, I followed the madness of an artist."

Gu Weijing looked at Miss Elena.

"I think I'm amazing and everyone else is an idiot. I'm the smartest person in the world. Everyone should see the sparkle in me. Everyone should love me. If someone doesn't love me, then something is wrong with the world."

"All precocious children in the world tend to have such imaginations."

The woman commented teasingly.

Gu Weijing didn't smile.

"The reason why Mr. Cao Xuan admires me is not because I am the gold in the sea of ​​sand, shining brightly. It is simply because the old man is willing to see the shining points in me. In fact, I have done many, many wrong things."

He thought his little trick could fool everyone.

Damn it.

Why does he think so?

With just a little thought, Gu Weijing could immediately realize the absurdity of the whole thing.

There is no need to speak in such a mysterious way about the keen insight of the master of art.

Just talking about the life wisdom of an octogenarian, he is far superior to him. He has experienced as many things as Mr. Cao has experienced in his life.

When he was a child, he was dealing with foreign business bosses in old Shanghai.

He and Tanaka were arguing with this little jerk, and the old man can see through you at a glance.

The matter was about to end in a muddle.

It’s Mr. Cao.

It was Cao Xuan who suddenly agreed to the childish competition. The old man smiled and took over the matter.

Gu Weijing, however, thought that he had won with his street wisdom. He believed that telling a lie that benefited himself was smarter than maintaining integrity and honesty.

If this is right.

Then later.

He did not use the so-called street wisdom anymore. He just started painting the mural in a rather reckless way.

In this matter, Cao Xuandanfan chose to play with Gu Weijing in terms of market wisdom and human affairs.

Not much.

A tiny bit as thin as a hair will do.

He was trampled on the spot until not even a trace of him was left.

Mr. Cao stared at the mural for a long time and then said.

"You are a good painter, but I am not as good as you."

These words will be forever engraved in Gu Weijing's heart. It is these words and this gentle and warm attitude that, like a wall made of steel, prevent the tragic spirit from spreading among young people.

Gu Weijing and Miss Elena told the story about the mural in detail.

"I told Mr. Cao Xuan that I felt an irresistible beauty in front of that painting, an element of 'beauty' that forced me to start painting."

"Cao Xuan chose to believe this story."

“He said it was a good painting.”

Gu Weijing blinked gently.

"That day at the entrance of the Esplanade, when Cui Xiaoming and I looked at each other, I thought of this story. I hope that this time, I can believe that Cui Xiaoming really wants to repent. I also want to believe that, perhaps, when Cui Xiaoming saw my work, there was also an element of 'beauty' that inspired and forced him to write."

“Others are not required to be honest in expressing their opinions about the work.”

"But I can't do it," he said.

"I don't have the right to do so. Otherwise, I'll go back to being myself."

The woman listened to the young man beside her telling his story.

She imagined how she would handle such a situation. Gu Weijing's eyebrows, his tone, his gestures, all told the same story.

It was like a sweet chestnut tree on the street in Vienna. When autumn came, its roots, branches and leaves were all round and fresh with a golden color, which attracted her.

just.

Miss Elena felt it was still a little too "soft".

It would be a mat paving the streets, rustling when stepped on, but lacking the scorching heat that can melt the iceberg and make people infatuated and hot all over.

She is a prickly person.

The style of doing things is always thorny.

"Do you think this is the most correct outcome?" Miss Elena asked.

"Probably not?"

Gu Weijing shook his head.

"I'm not even sure if this is a good way to deal with it. This is just the best I can do. It would be hard for me to make a better choice."

“People are always helpless.”

Gu Weijing's eyes were lost in thought.

"Then why? Why did you put that child from the orphanage in solitary confinement?" Anna pointed out the mistakes in Gu Weijing's words.

"I did say that. I only said that Cui Xiaoming's paintings were good, not that Cui Xiaoming did a good job. He has been punished enough for his actions in this Biennale, so I forgave him. Including the matter of Alexander, I just said that he should not be punished by you for wanting to say that the painting "Old Church in a Thunderstorm" was not the work of Irena's family, just like art scholars should not be punished for saying that "Salvator Mundi" was not the work of Leonardo da Vinci."

"I didn't say that what he did was right."

"If he wanted to touch under my girlfriend's skirt and ended up getting a hug, then what kind of values ​​was I trying to convey to him and the other children in the orphanage? Excessive tolerance is tantamount to condoning such behavior." Gu Weijing smiled.

"Ms. Elena."

"Just because I didn't hit him doesn't mean I wasn't angry. As I told you, I've always been a very, very angry person."

"The way I vent my anger is to talk to him," said Gu Weijing.

"conversation?"

"Yes, he was asked by the director of the orphanage not to participate in the evening entertainment activities. If I have time, I will talk to him at that time, and tell him with a cold face why he did something wrong, what exactly he did wrong, and what kind of person he wants to be..."

"Is it useful?"

Anna asked. She believed that countless people had said similar words countless times.

"I think there should be. I'm very good at talking."

Gu Weijing said with a smile.

"Maybe there are many, many better options. If there are better youth education institutions and professional personnel, they can definitely do better than me. But it's just a poor orphanage, and this is all I can do. I believe this is a more effective way to vent my anger than beating him up or throwing him out to fend for himself. I hope I can treat him as a human being, rather than just a piece of mud on my feet, kicking it deeper into the mud."

"Only when he is a human being do these things make sense, and only when these punishments make sense. His repentance and guilt also make sense."

“That’s really twisted.”

The woman said calmly.

She imagined a scene like that: a young man and a teenager were sitting face to face in a room alone, with cold faces towards each other.

A person was chattering there.

One person doesn't want to listen.

She found the scene extremely funny.

Miss Elena is a decisive person.

She thinks that you should either just ignore him and pretend he doesn't exist, or you should be tough and resolute and tell this guy to get out of here.

It's like moving.

Faced with a bad neighborhood with a high crime rate, you either accept it as it is and try to live your life well.

otherwise.

Just sell your house, leave, and live in a wealthy area with good security.

Why do this?

First, he asked the director of the orphanage to put the other person in solitary confinement, and then he ran over without getting tired of talking, nagging non-stop like an old lady.

She could imagine the other party's anxious and fearful mentality, worrying that the punishment was not enough, but also worried that he had vented his anger too much.

Aren't you just sitting there with nothing to do, torturing yourself with other people's mistakes?
He is a promising young painter.

During this time of chattering, he has painted so many paintings.

"You regard this as a way to experience artistic enlightenment?"

Anna wanted to find a convincing reason for Gu Weijing's boring behavior.

“In order to have a deeper understanding of life in the orphanage and to paint the painting “Good Luck Orphanage in the Sunlight”.”

she says.

"Any behavior can be said to be a way to experience artistic feelings." Gu Weijing looked at Anna's face, "I don't do it just to paint a good work. I prefer to say it is a way to find the power of life."

"Love."

Gu Weijing said.

"Love and understanding?"

"Love and trust." Gu Weijing replied.

Trust is really important.

he asked Miss Mona Shandenu once in the playground of Fitz International School.

"Are you willing to trust me?"

If there had been some trust between them, the outcome might still have been different.

It can't be said that this is Mona's fault.

Trust is always mutual. Gu Weijing knew that if he had more trust in Mona at that time, he would not have let sensitivity and lack of confidence fill his heart.

Show a more complete self to her...

But isn’t that sensitive and unconfident self not the real Gu Weijing?

can only say.

Life is always full of helplessness and regrets.

"I hope he can trust me, that everything I say is reasonable and warm. I also hope I can trust him, that he will truly repent for his actions. I can trust him, that he can become a better person in the future."

"You said their lives were filled with misery."

"Past misfortunes do not mean future unhappiness. Tragedy and comedy, tragicomedy, they have a tragic beginning, but they also have the power, through their own efforts, to have a comic ending. Miss Elena, I won't say anything grandiose like contributing to society. At least, I hope he can live a good life. In this way, the time I spend will be truly meaningful."

Gu Weijing saw the mockery in Miss Elena's eyes.

"Why don't you go and tell Brother Hao about this?"

The woman's passivity was triggered, and she couldn't help but make Anna's sharp comment: "Why didn't you tell Brother Hao that he could also have a comedic ending? What you told him was - sorry, I can repeat your original words."

"You are destined to live in pain and fear for the rest of your life. This is what you deserve. You say I have double standards, but don't you have double standards yourself?"

Miss Elena looked at Gu Weijing.

"I'm not criticizing you, but in the final analysis, it was the counterfeit tycoon who pushed you too hard. To you, the child is just a speck of dust, so you can generously and calmly show your kindness and generosity to it."

look.

I know much more than you think.

Little painter.

The woman didn't like to be at a disadvantage in any confrontation, so she easily pushed Gu Weijing into a corner.

Gu Weijing smiled helplessly.

"There are people in this world who believe in the meaning of enlightenment. If you put down your butcher knife, you can become a Buddha right away. Even if you have done all kinds of evil things in your life and have committed many sins, in the last moment of your life, lying on a hospital bed, as long as you recite the name of God in your heart in the last moment, you will be liberated. I respect such beliefs."

"But, personally, I don't want to believe it."

"I would like to believe that even at the last moment of life, a person's sincere examination of his life is meaningful, but this does not mean that he does not need to pay a price."

"What do you believe in, then?"

Anna asked back.

"Prometheus' fire?"

"I believe that love and trust can prevent a person from becoming a Hao Ge," said Gu Weijing.

(End of this chapter)