Almighty painter

Chapter 924 The Sun in the Leaves
Gu Weijing's foot broke a thin branch, making a crisp sound.

The young man bent down and held the pine wood under his feet in his arms. He also held several branches of different sizes under his arms.

Miss Elena suggested that he could run for a while in the woods by the sea.

The probability of there being large carnivorous beasts on a deserted island is extremely low. In order to avoid getting lost, it is better not to go too deep, just take a walk.

One was to pick up some branches so that Anna could start a fire.

Fire is a symbol of civilization in a barren land.

Miss Elena is firmly optimistic that the rescue team will eventually arrive, but they still have to prepare to spend a long time on this island.

Fire represents temperature and heat.

It can drive away any wild animals that may be present, and it can also allow passing ships in the distance or searching planes in the sky to spot signs of human survival at a glance from a long distance.

both.

Anna also assigned Gu Weijing another task.

To complete a painting, or to be more precise, to imagine in one's mind what the first work in his solo exhibition should look like.

"Regarding the exhibition, I will try to discuss with Mashi III and give you more time if possible. However, in the worst case scenario, you only have nine months to prepare. Nine months, ten paintings. Painting one painting a month on average is not enough. We must start now."

Anna commanded.

"You can design your own exhibition on an empty private island, and have someone to comment on it. Mr. Gu, I think that no matter what complaints Mr. Liu has about Oil Painting Magazine, he should be content. When Mr. Rembrandt was painting the portrait of Miss Maria Tripp, he must not have received such treatment!"

as predicted.

She was listening attentively to what Liu Ziming said.

What do you mean Miss Elena doesn't care?

Anna has a very vindictive mouth!
Alas, at that time the young lady was too busy immersed in self-pitying melancholy to come and take care of it.

After rekindling her passion for life, even if she is on a deserted island playing a wilderness survival adventure, she will find a chance to come back with a sharp tongue.

Gu Weijing squatted down, picked and chose, and picked up a branch with a thick knot.

The branches smelled slightly damp.

When I was watching the race last night, the commentator said that according to the radar weather cloud map over Singapore, there was a chance of rain near the end of the 50 laps of the race, and the rain would bring additional variables to the race.

Until Gu Weijing ran to the bathroom to wash his face.

Not a drop of rain fell on the projection screen.

Many trees on this island are wet. It is not clear whether it is the rain clouds from yesterday that were blown here by the wind.

Probably not a blessing.

It rained yesterday.

This not only prevented them from collecting more fresh water, but also made Gu Weijing's actions as a "little painter collecting firewood" more difficult.

Gu Weijing tapped the ground with the branch in his hand.

Its surface is soaked with moisture, but its interior is hard.

Miss Elena seemed to be the same - the soft and delicate "beauty" was wrapped in a walnut-like hard texture, and the tireless pursuit of the ambition she wanted to achieve made her look almost indestructible just now.

Sometimes, Gu Weijing envied people who could ignore all the comments from the outside world and do their own thing.

Deckard Allan was such a great painter, the apple of the eye of Marx III. He was afraid of dropping him if he held him in his palm, and afraid of melting him if he held him in his mouth.

Miss Elena said she would trample him under her feet.

Just step on him.

Without even asking whether the other party is willing or not.

Gu Weijing hesitated for a moment, but did not drop the branch. Instead, he held it in his right hand. When the fire started, the heat would evaporate the moisture inside and it could be used as a good firewood.

Even if you don't burn it.

Its size also allows Anna to temporarily use it as a walking stick, making it more convenient for her to move around.

Gu Weijing reached into his trouser pocket with his left hand and took out a watch with a thin leather chain.

It doesn't look as exquisite as imagined, nor as bling and shiny as Teacher Yang's precious gold watch. It even looks a little old-fashioned.

It is oval in shape, small, with a row of cursive letters engraved on the folding case at the bottom.

Gu Weijing couldn't figure out its meaning, it should be German.

He only saw the word "Elena" on it.

It was Anna's watch. The water had stopped leaking. After it was simply dried and manually wound up again, it started to turn "tick-tick-tick" again with difficulty.

Anna gave it to Gu Weijing.

It's still unclear whether it's accurate or not, just look at the number generally.

Anna asked Gu Weijing not to walk too far, to pick up a little firewood each time, and to go back when the time was almost up.

"TIME."

she says.

“Moments matter.”

“It is the initial theme of our exhibition. Weather is contained in time, scenery is contained in time, and so is people’s mood.”

The time now is about noon.

not sure.

The sun was at its zenith.

The surrounding scenery is actually very beautiful, with fine golden sand, blue sky after the rain, and rolling waves rushing towards the island.

Just like what his grandfather Gu Tongxiang sang in his favorite lyrics, running and flowing.

The colors around are as pure as a highly saturated oil painting.

Such scenes have inspired countless artists throughout history to express their generosity and passion.

Considering the beach, the island, and the forest under their feet, only a handful of people have set foot on them in the past tens of thousands of years.

It just adds to the epic feeling.

"Even if I am in a tiny fruit core, I still think I am the king of the infinite world." This is probably what it feels like.

Gu Weijing could understand the passion in Miss Elena's heart.

Her brilliance, her enthusiasm, and the bright atmosphere around her complement each other perfectly.

It may be due to different life experiences.

In just one month, because he jumped out of the lake of Xihe Guild Hall and fell into the blue sea, there is always a hidden sadness in Gu Weijing's temperament.

People have different personalities.

Tang Ning is confident and outspoken, with many different looks.

Gu Weijing is sensitive and passionate.

From an artistic perspective, Tangning and Miss Elena might be a better match. The two of them would definitely hit it off and be excited about the idea of ​​crushing Deck Anlun.

Even compared with his own old man who loves to show off, Gu Weijing's style is more delicate and gentle.

He doesn't have the wildness of Van Gogh.

He is an exceptionally quiet man.

When Gu Weijing first saw Monet's "Impression, Sunrise" as a child, he was worried whether it was a depiction of a sunset scene.

All the splendor, all the brilliance.

It will disappear in the blink of an eye because of the special personality traits of young people and the departure of their parents when they were young.

One day.

Gu Weijing no longer worries about things that happened in his childhood.

This personality trait has been retained to a certain extent.

Gu Weijing glanced at his watch and walked a little deeper into the forest. He wanted to find more firewood that was not wet by the rain under the shade of the trees.

He walked into the woods. Once he entered the woods, the fine sand, the rolling waves, and the dazzling midday sun all disappeared.

Everything fell silent.

Extremely quiet.

Even the chirping of insects could not be heard, only the sound of the distant tide transformed into dense white noise. Walking through such white noise was like walking on a soft mat made of leaves.

Rustling.

All around him were various types of vegetation that he could not recognize.

In such a place, Gu Weijing would become more deeply aware that he was now on a deserted island isolated from the world and far away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

Just like Anna said.

She is more beautiful than the sea.

When you are lying on the beach, there is someone like Miss Elena doing Pilates next to you and discussing the art exhibition with you enthusiastically.

It's hard for people to calm down.

He will have a strong sense of separation.

On the one hand, they were stranded people on a deserted island, looking forward to the planes above and the ships in the distance, and wanted to see other people desperately. On the other hand, at certain moments, Gu Weijing felt that he was on vacation on a beach in a tourist resort full of flowers.

Just turn the corner slightly.

There will be crowds of tourists coming to them.

Gu Weijing ran over and squatted down to pick up the dry-looking twigs beside the tree. The trees in this area were different from the seaman trees on the shore.

He couldn't recognize it.

Gu Weijing felt that it should be a palm tree with broad leaves. The lower ones had depressed areas in the center of the leaves that still contained water that had not been completely dried up.

He had originally put the collected firewood aside and was picking up branches with peace of mind.

Gu Weijing's movements were a little too big, and when he raised his arms, they got caught on the surrounding leaves.

The branches are swaying.

Drops of water rolled down between the leaves.

Gu Weijing stood up.

He leaned against the tree and watched the scene carefully.

The water drops are stretched out by gravity, and their color is dense and dotted with golden sunlight.

The watch in my pocket was ticking.

Gu Weijing stared at the scene in a trance until the sound of a whistle was heard in the distance.
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"So, if I understand correctly, your first painting is called "Leaves". Aren't we going to use time as the theme?"

Miss Elena said by the fire.

“It’s not a painting called leaves, but a painting about leaves. To be more precise, it’s the sunlight dripping from the leaves.”

When Gu Weijing came back.

With the help of the firewood he had brought back several times before, the fire was successfully lit.

Anna tried many times and finally ignited the packaging bag of the magnesium rod by rubbing it against metal. She then used the packaging bag to ignite the grass leaves and twigs dried by the sun, forming a small bonfire.

Miss Elena put aside a whistle hanging around her neck.

Two life-saving whistles.

Gu Weijing and she each had a whistle, and they agreed to use whistles to communicate with each other if anything happened.

Anna stretched out her hand and moved closer to the fire, letting the scorching heat drive away the remaining seawater on her body and clothes, and asked.

"You were gone for an unusually long time this time. I was wondering if you had any new ideas."

"Tell me something. Don't just stand there like an idiot. Be careful of getting choked by the smoke."

Anna patted the empty space beside her and asked Gu Weijing to sit next to her.

"The sun dripping through the leaves..."

"...I think I understand what you want to say. Can you explain it more clearly?"

Gu Weijing placed the long branch next to the campfire, warming it with the heat, and spoke thoughtfully.

“Noon in a drop of water.”

He carefully described that feeling to Miss Elena, fearing that if the sound was a little louder, the fiery celestial body in the drop of water would be shattered.

"It is not a perfect circle, but an opaque, irregular shape of a droplet."

"It's a drop of red-hot molten iron, a drop of runny poached egg." - Anna said directly.

Her little painter hummed and struggled to describe it.

Miss Elena casually gave a very rounded metaphor.

Anna has reviewed dozens or even hundreds of works.

She was the most discerning eater at the table and the most difficult lady to serve in the jewelry store.

Anna always complains that each piece of work is too soft, failure; too hard, failure; too monotonous, failure; too messy, failure; too profound, failure; not profound enough, failure.

If the painting is too spiritless, it's a failure. If the painting is too spirited, it looks like a madman in a mental hospital, which is a failure.

……

Anyway, it is always difficult to get a "good" review in Anna's forum.

Detective Cat's works are never perfect, and Anna can always find all kinds of faults if she wants to.

It's worth criticizing.

Anna can also spray.

Detective Cat is so important to Anna.

On the one hand, it's a beautiful rose, but on the other hand, it's about involvement, you spend so much time on a rose, so it becomes more special.

The difference between the two identities is also the contradiction in Miss Anna Elena's character.

Gu Weijing's painting "Good Luck Orphanage in the Sunshine".

It reminded Anna of Goethe's poems, and she was deeply moved.

Turn your head.

He continued to criticize Gu Weijing harshly in the backstage of the Esplanade.

She will criticize what others can criticize, and she will also criticize what others cannot criticize. This is Anna Elena.

The situation at this moment was somewhat different from when Miss Elena was reading to Detective Cat.

Like a poached egg.

Miss Irina's job at Oil Painting magazine is to score the poached eggs served by the contestants.

The woman's agent work for Detective Cat was to take a menu and order food from her favorite private chef.

now.

It was as if she had brought home a hen from the chicken farm and personally participated in the cooking of poached eggs.

Miss Elena is like the bonfire in front of me.

This feeling made her feel happy and joyful.

Was that Gu Weijing chopping off Deke Anlun's head? No, that was Miss Elena personally chopping Deke Anlun into small pieces!

For the first time in my life.

Anna involved herself fully in the production of an art exhibition.

Her talent for language and simplicity in painting, together with Gu Weijing's talent for painting and simplicity in language, achieved an interesting balance.

This is so blissful.

(End of this chapter)