Almighty painter

Chapter 935 A Letter from a Familiar Woman

Chapter 935 A Letter from a Familiar Woman
Anna Elena, the famous art critic, column manager and art director of Oil Painting magazine, finally came to Gu Weijing's ward early that morning after three days of serious consideration in her room.

She glanced at the words on the trophy and the cheque for S$10000 as a prize.

Miss Elena suddenly remembered——

In addition to the painter from CDX Gallery, Detective Cat also "lost" this Biennale.

Gu Weijing achieved great success in his first Biennale, while "Detective Cat", which has been in the limelight in the past few months, suffered a Waterloo in her first Biennale. In a sense, this also means that Miss Irina failed in her first exhibition for others in her career.

Strictly speaking, there is no such thing as failure in an art exhibition.

Because by definition, it is not a running competition, but more like a "show".

Yes or no.

Anna has never liked the feeling of being inferior to others in any sense.

In the past, women would be depressed for a long time because of such things, and would want to take a "little whip" and whip the unlucky guy in the text column before they would stop.

today--

She just felt happy and sad about it at the same time.

Related thoughts flashed quickly in Anna's mind.

She chuckled.

Anna walked to the table, holding her cane with one hand, put the folder she brought with her on the table, and picked up the teapot with one hand.

"Thank you, I'm not thirsty."

Gu Weijing looked at Anna's movements, worried that she would fall, and said.

"It doesn't matter. I'm pouring it for myself anyway." Miss Elena made a sharp comment with a smile.

Gu Weijing closed his mouth quietly.

"If I'm wrong, remind me. You obviously won the gold medal of the Biennale. When we met in that cafe, you mentioned your desire for the award many times-"

The young man hummed softly.

Gu Weijing came to the Biennale just to win an award, and he has never concealed his desire for an award.

"But you don't look that happy."

Anna said.

"I'm quite happy." said Gu Weijing.

"What a lie." Miss Elena thought to herself as she put the teacup aside.

Ding ding ding, knock on the blackboard to mark the key points of the small class.

Little Gu Weijing, when teacher Elena said to you, “If you find that I have made a wrong judgment, please remind me,” she didn’t mean that you should be stubborn.

This is a rhetorical question -

"Are you unhappy?"

"Yes, you are unhappy."

Anna wanted him to deeply realize his mistakes.

"Oh, by the way, let me tell you one thing, 'Peter' is not dead." She suddenly said.

"Who?" Gu Weijing was stunned.

"Hermann F." Miss Elena blurted out a German name. "He is the main culprit in this kidnapping and murder case. He is the middle-aged man with the automatic rifle. He gave himself the code name Pete. Pete Griffin, the father in the cartoon Family Guy."

"Isn't he dead?"

Gu Weijing was shocked.

He recalled the horrific scene where the other person was right in front of him, and as the gunshot rang out, large amounts of blood spurted out of his cheek, and then he fell to the ground.

He was shot in the head but didn't die.

He is some legendary Germanic superman.

"Are you wearing a bulletproof vest? But—"

"Yes, he's not dead. The police said he was shot three times. One bullet entered from below the left shoulder bone, one hit his abdomen, and one hit his head. The bullet that scraped the suspect's duodenum was the most dangerous. The feces in the intestine contaminated the abdominal cavity and caused an infection. The bullet in the face looked scary, but the bullet actually only entered from the side and came out from the left cheek, piercing his face and knocking out three teeth."

"He is undoubtedly disfigured."

Anna said.

"But he actually got out of danger earlier than you did. This afternoon, someone should come to you to learn about the situation. I will ask a lawyer to accompany you."

"However, from what I understand, the straight-line distance between you and the suspect was about five meters at the time."

The woman tilted her head.

"Recall it now. I heard more than five gunshots. At this distance, it is harder to miss than not to hit. It is harder not to kill than to kill."

Gu Weijing was speechless.

He knew his shooting was unreliable, so he kept running until the distance was very close before opening fire.

More than five shots.

Gu Weijing was afraid that it was not safe, so he should have fired all the bullets until they were empty.

Even if it's a cooked duck, it can still be hit so hard.

What a gun of kindness.

"I wasn't thinking about that day. I was also saving ourselves."

The young man shook his head and shrugged his shoulders.

Gu Weijing indicated that his mental state was not that fragile, and Miss Elena did not need to pay extra attention to his mental state.

Miss Elena was not put off by this.

"besides--"

"I've read your medical report. There is a specific reason why you often felt dizzy and had headaches during your time on the island."

The woman said calmly.

Gu Weijing's fingers trembled, and this time he said nothing.

After waking up.

The attending physician took the lead in talking to him.

Yes.

There is a reason why he feels dizzy, has a headache, and vomits.

In addition to injuries and colds, the attending physician told him that during the examination, he found that his intraocular pressure was a little high.

in other words.

Gu Weijing showed a positive reaction to glaucoma, and increased intraocular pressure will cause a series of related chain reactions.

The doctor told him that it was hard to say what the cause of this disease was. There are many causes of glaucoma, including genetic factors, trauma, excessive psychological and emotional fluctuations, and so on.

He asked him to relax.

While Gu Weijing was having a high fever, the hospital had already arranged for an expert to perform an aqueous humor surgery on him, but this disease requires long-term observation and medication.

The doctor talked to him a lot.

He also told him that there are well-known goalkeepers in the five major leagues who are glaucoma patients, and they just need to maintain a normal life.

"You know Davis, the Dutch goalkeeper? He had glaucoma when he was a child, but he is still very successful these years."

Gu Weijing smiled and nodded to him, just as he was smiling and nodding to Anna at this moment.

"Cézanne, Monet, Huang Binhong... great artists are often patients with eye diseases and mental illnesses, and some even died from eye surgeries. So, am I a little closer to them?"

He said gently.

After hearing what Gu Weijing said, the attending doctor laughed heartily. He was probably very sure of Gu Weijing's mental state and optimism. He patted the young man on the shoulder and strolled to another ward with his assistant and students to make rounds.

Anna didn't laugh.

No pat on the shoulder either.

She just stared at Gu Weijing calmly, as if she was looking at a doll with a smiling face painted on it.

Gu Weijing smiled at Anna again.

Anna still didn't smile, she just stared at him.

Gu Weijing felt that he was being seen through by this gaze, so he looked away. Gu Weijing had always been extremely sensitive.

No matter how many comforting words the attending physician said to him, and told him in a cheerful and cheerful manner how many penalties the goalkeeper had bravely saved, and told him that long-term and active treatment can often yield exceptionally good results, and that intraocular pressure can be maintained for ten, twenty, or even dozens of years.

He still understood the underlying meaning of the attending physician's words.

There is no solution to this disease that can be called 100% perfect.

Gu Weijing asked the doctor what would happen if the disease was not well controlled.

The doctor smiled.

"The human optic nerve is very fragile...if it is compressed, you may...lose your vision."

The attending physician's tone was very gentle, but some things in the world are never gentle.

Gu Weijing also turned his head away at that time.

He wanted to avoid the awkward silence in the air at that moment, and also wanted to avoid the concern in the doctor's eyes.

When he waited a few seconds and looked up again, the doctor had a cheerful expression on his face.

“But we don’t want to lose control.”

The attending physician said to him.

Gu Weijing waited for a few seconds. This time, when he raised his head again, Anna was still staring at him.

like a statue.

Like a sculpture made of ice.

"Have you heard about Davis? The Dutch team's goalkeeper--" Gu Weijing wanted to change the topic to something more optimistic.

Elena shook her head.

"I don't know, and I don't care."

She said.

Gu Weijing stopped talking. He was a little unhappy and turned his head away.

Anna stood by the table and opened the file holder she had brought with her.

At the top of the file rack is a copy of Oil Painting magazine.

"I brought you the latest special edition of Oil Painting magazine." Miss Elena glanced at the copy brought by Cao Xuan who had just left the sofa.

"It looks like you already have."

Anna put the magazine aside.

"Then I am here to fulfill a promise I made to you."

The woman said as she pulled a crumpled envelope from a folder.

"I promised that when everything is over and we return to shore, I will give you the letter that I didn't give you that day," said Anna.

Gu Weijing nodded.

"Thank you. Just leave it there. I'll come back in a few days..."

"Lie there, close your eyes, and I'll read to you." Anna ignored Gu Weijing and gave him clear instructions.

The woman opened the envelope, revealing the letter inside.

When dealing with important matters, Miss Elena likes a sense of ceremony.

Writing art criticism is also like playing the piano.

Nowadays, electronic musical instruments have developed to a very advanced level. The $20,000 Yamaha or Roland electric pianos are advertised as being fully capable of meeting the needs of large-scale piano performances, with flagship piano-grade fully weighted keyboards, infinite harmonics, and fully simulated stereo modeling sound sources.

The daily maintenance of an electric piano is quick and easy, and it never needs to be tuned. If you are really picky about sound quality, you can directly use top-notch soft sound sources that were recorded at great cost.

however.

When it comes to large-scale performances, musicians will choose to use real pianos. They feel that real pianos are more warm, sound warmer, and more flexible.

The sound produced by the soundboard will change with the air in the concert hall and with the changes in the temperature and humidity around it.

therefore.

It seems more breathable.

When Miss Elena really plays classical music, she still likes to use the majestic nine-foot piano in the manor, which weighs more than half a ton.

Electronic office is so advanced nowadays.

When it comes to writing some art reviews that are very, very important to Miss Elena, she will still use paper and pen.

The feeling of the tip of a fountain pen sliding across the paper is similar to the feeling of a guitar action striking a guitar string, and it feels more breathy.

Anna took the letter in her hands.

"'About Frau K. and Mr. G.'"

The woman read the opening title of the article.

She paused for a moment and turned to look at Gu Weijing.

"look?"

She finally smiled.

"Little Painter, I know you much more than you think."

and so.

All you have to do is lie in bed and listen.

I don't want you to think so, I want Miss Elena to think so.

"When I was a child, Mr. Verman, who was invited by my aunt to teach me 19th century French literature, was a fan of Balzac. Balzac's Le Père Goriot was called the 'Paris Zoo' by critics because of the large number of animal metaphors used in the text..."

Miss Elena began to read line after line.

She took Balzac as a starting point, talking about the artist's life and the artist's fragility.

"…When they walked out of the studio, the sunlight shone through the darkness on their faces, and they heard the horn of the bus in the early morning, they turned back into fragile ordinary people. They didn't have three heads and six arms, nor did they have the indestructible physique of Superman. They had the same sadness and despair as ordinary people."

“It’s a human trait.”

"... Almeida, the master of expressionism, was Italian... Let's talk about Picasso, the most successful painter in history, when he first came to Paris... With the outbreak of World War II..."

Gu Weijing listened to Anna's ups and downs in voice.

He closed his eyes.

Gradually it sank in.

Suddenly, Gu Weijing remembered the question Cao Xuan had asked him before.

"Is there anything you need?"

"You can do whatever you want with this wish. If you ever want to ask me for a gift, you might as well ask me."

Gu Weijing thought that it was a gift that Cao Xuan promised to give to the child when he was in a good mood, just like Lao Yang peeled a big apple and handed it to him.

this moment.

In Miss Elena's voice.

He realized that was Cao Xuan's way of expressing his concern for him.

Miss Elena saw through Gu Weijing's fear. Gu Weijing's pretended relaxed attitude could not deceive Anna or Cao Xuan.

Many of Mr. Cao's actions were often only able to be fully appreciated by Gu Weijing after a certain opportunity.

The young man still recalls their first conversation today.

Gu Weijing suddenly realized the meaning of Cao Xuan's promise when Anna read the letter to him.

Gu Weijing didn't want to talk about his illness.

and so.

Mr. Cao didn't mention a word.

He saw through Gu Weijing's attitude, his fear, and his sensitivity, and he reminded himself in a gentle way.

Bravery is certainly a kind of wisdom.