Almighty painter

Chapter 920 Robinson Crusoe
Anna stared at the acid that came out of Gu Weijing's stomach.

Some times.

Life is sunny and springtime, just like spring in Prater Park.

And sometimes, whether you want it to or not, life just smells like vomit.

Anna remembers the time she took care of August.

August is a very smart dog.

It even learned to use a flush toilet. For this reason alone, Anna insists that although cats are cute, dogs are better companions for humans.

But many years ago.

Not long after August came into our family, he suffered from vomiting due to an allergy to dairy products and lay on the ground sick.

Her aunt, who was still alive at the time, insisted on not letting the maid help and asked Anna to take care of her springer spaniel herself.

She had to clean up its vomit and excrement.

Anna did a great job.

She was not the kind of girl who would scream loudly when she saw a cockroach, and some vomit would not scare her at all.

The whole thing feels like you see a little puppy with two pairs of tacky ears staring at you pitifully, and if you reach out your hand, it will make a humming sound.

and so……

Okay, okay, don't worry, even though it's troublesome, I will still take care of you, what else can I do?

The whole thing filled Miss Elena's heart with a sense of devotion.

She was not taking care of a weak puppy, but as long as she did this, she was a strong person. As long as she did this, she could make her aunt happy.

Just do this one thing -

She grew from a little girl into an adult.

Miss Elena's behavior at this moment was very different from her mentality when she was taking care of August before.

There were a few times, in Singapore, in the cafe of the Raffles Hotel, and when facing the questioning of Rosings and Alexander at the Esplanade, Anna would subconsciously regard Gu Weijing as a "little animal" that needed concern.

And the result every time was that they would quarrel non-stop whenever they met.

This all illustrates the same problem.

Gu Weijing is not Ole.

He is not the kind of guy who lands on the manor's helipad in a helicopter, jumps up and down, rubs his head against you, and bares his teeth at you, with the ultimate goal of just getting a couple of licks on the back of his neck as a reward.

It is difficult to explain why Miss Elena did this.

She didn't do this out of pity, love, or so-called maternal duty.

She did it for no reason; her motivation came from a higher source, a deeper instinct.

Some times.

You take care of others just to take care of them.

Some times.

You will care for others as much as you care for yourself.

Miss Elena quickly glanced at what Gu Weijing had vomited out, and glanced at the red blood mixed in the clear water-like substance.

Her movements were swift and stealthy.

Not out of disgust, but out of concern.

Some people like others to keep asking about their well-being to reflect their status in others' eyes.

Anna refused.

Put yourself in Anna's shoes. If she were lying there vomiting, she wouldn't want the people she cares about to stare at the vomit to express their concern.

Anna would feel twisted and ashamed, and feel that she was unable to continue to maintain order in her life.

After a quick glance, she hoped that the blood was flowing from the broken wounds in Gu Wei's nose and mouth, rather than from the stomach.

When she asked Gu Weijing if he felt warm, she was not telling a joke, but was worried about whether he had symptoms of gastric bleeding.

Or worse.

A heavy blow to the abdomen may cause gastric perforation, and the acid in the stomach will digest wherever it flows. Such an injury will be very fatal at sea far away from rescue.

In fact.

That's another question that has no practical significance.

Because even if there was an experienced medical expert here, on a raft without tools, there would be nothing he could do.

Miss Elena grabbed the fabric handrail on one side and stared at the young man with his eyes closed. His head swayed back and forth like a wooden doll as the waves rose and fell.

Whether it's seasickness or concussion.

Moving around like this will only make the situation worse.

Miss Elena sat down next to Gu Weijing, hugged his upper body in her arms, used her hands and body to hold his upper limbs as much as possible, and softly held his head.

"Thank you, but no...I..."

Gu Weijing opened his eyes with great willpower.

Faced with the young man who was vomiting all over the place and trying to keep his composure, Miss Elena didn't even move her little finger.

As a true gab master, Anna conquered him with just one sentence.

"I feel a little cold and want to hold on to something to keep warm."

She requested in a commanding tone.

The last bit of his willpower was completely consumed by this sentence, and Gu Weijing lay down completely motionless.

Anna glanced at the young man in her arms and unzipped the ventilation window on the side of the raft a little, allowing the flowing sea breeze and cold air to blow on his face.

Wanting to hug something to keep warm is just an excuse women make up.

Zhen held Gu Weijing in his arms.

She then realized that the other person's body was hot.

After a night of ups and downs on the freighter, with people beating people, being beaten, running away, shooting, and finally being soaked in the sea.

at last.

It was late at night.

He began to have a high fever.

Anna hung the glowing cold light stick on the ceiling of the life raft, pulled over the first aid kit on the side, and started searching with one hand.

High-energy chocolate, compressed biscuits, a first aid whistle, and a set of fishing lines and lure plastic bait floats.

This life raft can accommodate five to ten people, and the rations in the emergency kit are also enough for ten people. For a short period of time, they don’t have to worry about using their fingers to hold the fishing line to fish.

The bad news is, she didn't find any mineral water.

A life raft is not a lifeboat.

An inflatable raft that can be compressed to less than the size of a gasoline barrel cannot hold much fresh water.

The good news is.

At the bottom of the first aid kit there is an emergency thermal blanket to prevent hypothermia and a small straw-type reverse osmosis membrane desalination device.

Anna put Gu Weijing aside.

She carefully took one-third of sea water from the first aid kit and placed it next to them.

She hugged Gu Weijing again and wrapped her arms around him like a sloth around a branch, using this warm blanket to wrap both of their bodies to prevent hypothermia.

This time.

Gu Weijing did not struggle any more.

Following the instructions on the manual, Anna connected the air pump used to replenish the raft's air in an emergency to the desalination device.

She inserted the water inlet end of the straw, put one end into her mouth, and operated the air pressure hand pump connected to the straw with both hands in front of Gu Weijing's chest.

Seawater is pushed through the membrane by air pressure.

After about twenty strokes, Elena felt water flowing out of the straw.

It's slightly salty, but very mild, and slightly bitter.

The salt removal rate of this osmotic membrane can only reach around 95%. However, under such conditions, light salt water may not be a bad thing.

Anna took two sips of the fresh water.

Spit out of the straw.

He inserted it into Gu Weijing's lips, and the water flowed into his mouth. The residual salt stung his eyebrows, causing them to twitch.

"Drink it, you need to rehydrate."

Anna said.

"Don't drink it in big gulps. Hold the water in your mouth and sip it gently in small sips."

Gu Weijing silently drank water from the straw.

Cool fingers brushed across his body, he opened his eyes, and the woman's neck appeared before him.

Very beautiful.

The cold light above my head swayed with the bumps and swayed, emitting a bright green light.

then.

Just like jade absorbs the luster.

Such extremely quiet beauty also emits its own bright light.

Gu Weijing saw that Miss Elena was holding a thick, wet envelope in her hand. When she wrapped the two of them with a thermal blanket, Anna noticed that the envelope and the wallet had made Gu Weijing's pockets bulge.

Miss Elena put her wallet aside.

But he took the envelope back.

"This envelope—what's in it?"

Gu Weijing asked curiously.

"A secret. Do you want to know?"

Miss Elena had him in her grasp.

Just now when she thought she was going to die, she handed the envelope to the other party. Now, she acted as if she had to ask me for the answer if she wanted to know it.

Gu Weijing wanted to smile bitterly.

It hurts again.

"Well, now is not the time to read the letter. Once we get to shore, all these things will be over."

Anna smiled softly.

"I'll read it to you, okay?"

"This is our agreement." Anna stroked Gu Weijing's face.

When we get to shore and all this is over, I will read the letter to you.

And you.

You have to answer me a question.

and so.

We all have to be brave and hold on, waiting for the rescue team to arrive.

"Go to sleep, go to sleep. When you can sleep, sleep a little longer."

Anna whispered.

"I promise you, when you wake up again, you will find yourself back on shore, surrounded by bright sunshine."
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When Gu Weijing opened his eyes and woke up again.

He found himself back on shore.

The sun is shining all around.

Miss Irina was opening the curtain of the life raft beside her.

The only problem is – this might not be Singapore.

They don't know where this is either.

Many countries in Southeast Asia are located in the Pacific Rim seismic belt, where geological movements are intense.

In the ancient ice age, this place was once a continuous land. As the glaciers melted, the original continental shelf was submerged by sea water, and the geographically higher places emerged from the sea and became thousands of islands.

Some of them are huge in area, have been developed many times and are crowded with tourists.

Some of them have been contracted by high-end hotel groups and have become holy places for lovers to spend their honeymoons.

There are many more.

It is still an uninhabited desert island.

The one whose raft ran aground was evidently one of them.

Gu Weijing thought he felt much better, so he supported Miss Elena and asked her to walk out and sit on the beach. Then, after some effort, he successfully lifted the large raft onto the beach.

They had a brief discussion about the current situation.

finally.

The two came to a conclusion.

The best thing to do now is to rest and wait. There is a desalination plant on the raft and enough food for ten people to survive for three days.

Go on a drift or explore the island like an adventurer.

Obviously neither is a wise choice.

So the best arrangement now is to wait for rescue with peace of mind. At night, they can temporarily rest on the raft that has been towed to the shore away from the sea.

but.

"I don't think there will be a plane until tonight. There will be a plane during the day today."

In this regard.

Miss Elena is still quite optimistic.

There is too much uncertainty at sea, but land, even a deserted island, means hope.

They sat together on a coconut tree on the shore, slowly looking at the sea, waiting for the arrival of rescuers.

Anna noticed that Gu Weijing's face was still full of sickness.

"How are you?"

Miss Elena asked.

"much better."

Anna continued to stare at Gu Weijing, using her eyes to express her dissatisfaction with his answer.

He obviously doesn't look much better.

"I don't think I have a fever anymore, but I'm still a little dizzy."

Miss Elena looked at Gu Weijing for a moment.

"Well, since we're just sitting here anyway, why don't we draw something?"

suddenly.

she suggested.

"draw?"

Gu Weijing was shocked by Anna's sudden idea.

This is a deserted island.

"Yes, painting." The woman nodded.

"We're waiting anyway. We have plenty of food and water. You're a painter, and I'm a review editor. What better way to kill time than painting? How about playing Go on the beach?"

Anna snorted.

"Then you can't beat me. I like challenging things."

"Then how do we draw it?" Gu Weijing pointed out the obvious problem.

"You don't need to actually paint. You can describe a work of art to me, including how to compose it, what kind of inspiration it is, and how to configure the colors. You can be my private painter, and I will give you art criticism orally."

"Just treat it as a game. If you want, you can even make up an art exhibition."

Anna stood up along the tree and stopped Gu Weijing from helping her. She just wanted to move her body around a bit.

“I really have an art exhibition later.”

Gu Weijing said.

"Art exhibition?"

Miss Elena slowly lay down on the beach, supporting her body with her palms, her calves feeling the warmth of the fine sand heated by the sun, her thighs perpendicular to the ground.

Gu Weijing saw the sand stuck to her neck.

"What kind of exhibition? A solo exhibition? Or a themed exhibition? Solo exhibitions by new artists are important. I mean, maybe some smaller venues are acceptable, but don't accept very perfunctory opportunities or force your work into an inappropriate exhibition just because you want to have an exhibition so badly."

Anna straightened her body and began to move her torso slowly.

Trust me—you won't lack for suitable exhibition opportunities, Anna thought.

The woman slowly stretches.

First the neck, then the shoulders.

Her movements were very slow, almost frozen, and she exhaled slowly, like a sloth stretching beside a tree.

Gu Weijing wanted to see how slowly Miss Elena could exhale.

He tried to breathe along with the other person, but soon he felt he couldn't breathe, so Gu Weijing said, "Personal painting exhibition, at the Louvre Abu Dhabi."

She tilted her head slowly.

A grain of sand was swept from her shoulder by her hair.

Because the other party's movements were continuous and there was no pause at all, Gu Weijing was unable to successfully tell from her body posture whether Anna's action was to express surprise or simply to stretch the left side of her neck.

"I take back what I just said."

Anna spoke between breaths.

“By any standard, having a solo exhibition at the Louvre Abu Dhabi is not a perfunctory opportunity.”

Her voice was calm.

but.

Judging from the fact that Anna did not do symmetrical stretching exercises on the other side after she resumed the movement, her head tilt just now was probably really intended to express surprise.

"Gu, let me tell you - you have a contract with the Ma Shi Gallery, right?"

Miss Elena suddenly changed the subject.

"Yes."

Gu Weijing did not hide anything.

"That's what you wanted to ask me on the boat, that's all?"

"more or less."

Anna didn't comment. "I know that the Ma Shi Gallery just held a solo art exhibition for Dec Anlun at the Louvre Abu Dhabi not long ago, and the response was not very good."

"I heard from my grandfather that there were many harsh media outlets that criticized the art exhibition with very vicious language. They were all like snakes, saying that he was boring—"

"So bored that you want people to run away?"

Anna began to move her pelvis.

"Oh? You heard about it too." Gu Weijing didn't expect that even Miss Elena had heard about the gossip about colleagues that old classmate Gu secretly passed on to him.

The situation of the top painter of the Ma Shi Gallery is indeed a bit sympathetic.

"Have you heard anything more?"

Anna let her chest press into the sand and reached forward with her hands, following the curve of her body as far as possible.

"It seems that the Ma Shi Gallery spent a lot of resources on the exhibition of Deckard Anlun——"

Miss Elena stretched her body to the extreme and tried her best to keep her balance, interrupting Gu Weijing's words.

"I'm asking about that vicious, harsh, snake-like, and malicious art critic media." Every time the woman uttered a word, her fingers would reach forward an inch, and her whole body was so tense that it gave people the illusion of a guitar string filled with energy.

It can also be called a whip.

Gu Weijing was probably still having a headache. His keen perception and the little radar in his heart had already started whining.

However, he still asked a stupid question without knowing the reason, which made him regret it.

"Well, do you know the critic?"

"More than that."

Anna inhaled, pulled her body back together, and sat on her legs. All the energy that had just been tense was expressed in her tone that sounded very calm and indifferent.

"Not only me, you know me too."

“If the comments about Dyke Anlen’s previous art exhibition were to say that it was like an anxiety-inducing version of Munch’s The Scream, that Dyke’s solo exhibition was a thoroughly neurotic product, not the kind that evokes serious social thinking, but the kind that makes people want to rush out of the museum—”

Anna sat on her knees.

Said in a lukewarm tone.

"I wrote this."

"I am the vicious, sharp, snake-tongued, mean-spirited art editor you describe."

(End of this chapter)