Almighty painter

Chapter 938: Flower Fairy of Midsummer Night

Anna looked out the window at the sky.

On this morning in Singapore, in the well-insulated intensive care unit of the Singapore General Hospital, everything seemed exceptionally peaceful. The sun shone through the gaps in the curtains, tiny ashes flickered one by one in the bright light, and the rose on the windowsill seemed to be still wet, with its petals adorned with the early morning moisture.

Everything is just right.

This reminded the woman of the backstage of the opera house a few days ago, when the two of them had a big fight, mocked each other, and then left unhappily. That day, Anna also stared at the clear sky outside the window quietly.

Same people.

Joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, emotions transform into each other under different circumstances.

In the 18th century, European chemists believed that the world was made up of a basic substance called "phlogiston". "Phlogiston" is tasteless, colorless, massless, volumeless, difficult to observe, and omnipresent. It is contained in everything and witnesses the transformation of the same thing from hot to pale.

It was used by German chemists to explain the nature of combustion.

The crystal metal and hard wood turned into charred embers after losing the fuel.

They died like this.

Scholars believe that human breathing is also a manifestation of the slow release of phlogiston.

Anna stretched out her hand and grabbed the "ashes flickering in the sun" in the beam of light in front of her, then spread her palms and placed them in front of Gu Weijing.

Stretch out your five fingers.

"look?"

"what is this?"

"Fairy."

Miss Elena blinked and said to the young man.

Gu Weijing tilted his head and stared at the ball of air in the woman's white palm.

"If you wave your hand, let me look at you, and then tell me I'm looking at a fairy... you have more sense of humor than I thought. Miss Elena, but I know... you probably don't mean it."

"Oh, smart people can see it."

Anna gave a sharp comment using a classic answer from Andersen's fairy tales.

The words were finished.

She herself laughed softly.

"We still have a lot of things to do. The exhibition is urgent, but we can find time to read a play together."

The phlogiston theory was one of many transitional explanations proposed during the transition from ancient alchemy to the modern chemical system. It was overturned and proven to be wrong by the academic community 300 years ago.

With her aesthetic vision, Miss Elena saw the phlogiston that did not exist in the real world.

It is colorless, textureless, tasteless, and has no volume, but it releases heat continuously.

It's in wood, it's in metal, it's in everything.

The so-called phlogiston.

Just like the flower fairy in A Midsummer Night's Dream who controls the magic of emotions.

It has no color, no quality, no taste, no volume, but it continuously releases emotions. It is neither good nor bad, neither kind nor evil, but as the embodiment of nature and as a metaphor of certain desires, it exists in everyone's heart.

The flower fairy has a potion in her hand——

"If you drop the juice of the flowers into a person's eyelids, he will immediately fall hopelessly in love with the first person he sees when he opens his eyes again."

Such a first glance is often blind, and the encounter contains misunderstandings of each other.

arrogant.

bias.

quarrel.

……

Just like a bunch of dust jumping around randomly in the air.

One day.

The strong emotions were gathered and woven together again, and dust condensed from the air, giving off sparks.

This may be called fairy magic, or it may be called phlogiston in alchemy.

This may be...

It is also called passion.

Miss Elena was rarely like this. She cared about others as much as she cared about herself, and began to love her new job as much as she loved herself.

and so.

She pinched the goblin's wings from thin air.

"By the way, you told me that day that when we return to Singapore, you will ask a question—"

Gu Weijing mentioned it casually.

"What are you asking?"

"It's okay, just some things about the contract."

Anna shook her head mysteriously. She specifically checked the agency contract between Gu Weijing and Ma Shi Gallery.

It was completely different from what she had imagined.

"Oh, by the way, Mr. G., there may be some contractual matters that need to be dealt with. By the way, I should be your first agent, right?" she asked casually, pretending to be casual.

"For Mr. G——"

Gu Weijing answered jokingly.

"of course."

"I guess for Miss Elena, you have never represented other painters before?"

"of course."

The woman nodded.

Miss Elena glanced at Gu Weijing seriously again, not quite believing it. True or false, it seems that there is still a lot of work for the great detective to do.

Don't let me catch you cheating, little painter!
Although Mr. Sloth and Detective Cat had agreed to keep each other secrets and never take the initiative to inquire about each other's identities.

but……

If you don't confess to me on your own initiative, then it's your fault.

Ah.

She is Anna Elena, she is so double-standard.

She cupped her palm to her lips and blew gently against it with her warm breath.

The sunlight outside the window is like a thread.

It's a sunny morning.
-
It's a sunny afternoon.

The sunlight outside the window is like a thread.

A fat hand with fingers like small carrots stretched out from the empty space at the corner of the corridor. The big gold Rolex watch on the wrist reflected the shiny light. The five fingers suddenly tightened slowly and firmly, like a knight grasping a lasso.

The intensive care unit area is not as busy as the outpatient clinic on the ground floor and is very quiet.

The nurse who was passing by with the test results was startled when she saw a pair of hands reaching out from the corner.

Da da da.

After that hand that made the first impression, came a shiny leather jacket, shiny leather shoes, a shiny nose, and a shiny forehead - the shiny teacher Yang turned out from the end of the corridor with a shiny takeaway roast chicken bucket in his right hand, looking radiant and impressive.

He was almost glowing!
To be or not to be, that is the difficult question.

Should he swing the lasso and tightly lasso Brother Gu to hook him onto his own horse, or should he continue to lick Old Cao and help the old man? This is also a difficult problem - bullshit.

Only children do multiple choice questions.

For someone as oily as Lao Yang, is there any need to think about it? It should be... I want them all!
The extended fingers clenched into fists.

"what happened?"

Old Yang looked at the nurse standing in front of him. Has he never seen a cool guy before or what?
"Nothing, sir."

Yang Dekang hummed a happy little tune and walked towards the ward in front.

The guy next to him in a white nurse uniform kept staring at him. He found it curious that he was wearing such a nice leather jacket in August... His face was so greasy!

"Be careful of heatstroke." The young man muttered kindly.

Yang Dekang felt the attention of others and without turning his head, the "da, da, da" footsteps became louder and louder, and he hummed softly in his heart.

Foolish!

slow!

It's hard to find an expert, he sighed. If Lao Gu were here, he would definitely not ask such a stupid question.

Is this a leather jacket?
No.

A truly strong person will understand that this is armor, this is a battle robe. Today is a big day for him to achieve financial freedom. Lao Yang specially went to a nearby clothing store to pick out a leather jacket that was on sale during the off-season to dress himself up.

He was about to go to war. He raised his hand, shook his tiger body, and was about to use his domineering aura to knock little Gu off his horse.

The momentum must not be lost. He will give Brother Gu a price that he cannot refuse.

Have you read the Ghost Rider comics? The cowboy's horse blew sparks from its big nostrils. Nevada is a desert, but he didn't feel hot. He changed into a casual shirt, shorts and slippers and went out.

Not authentic.

Brother Yang likes to play with this kind of wild, cool and sassy style, with a two-pound leather jacket from Ralph Lauren and a half-pound watch from Rolex, he wants the aura of a president.

This is... the power of tyranny.

Old Yang counted the doors of the wards one by one, and finally stopped in front of a big door. He raised his hand and paused, took a deep breath, and then knocked on the door of the ward gracefully with the aura of a conductor waving a symphony baton in the golden hall.

Boom, boom, boom.

"Just like that, Edward Yang arrived at Gu Weijing's door. This was an important turning point in Gu Weijing's life, and its significance was no less than the fateful meeting of those great painters. Together, they will change the art world. For Gu Weijing, Edward Yang has never been just an agent or a businessman. He is also his elder brother, teacher, and guide. He is even the object of his incomparable respect in his life..."

The moment the nurse in the ward opened the door of the room.

Yang Dekang has already prepared a plan for how he will guide biographers in the future.

therefore.

The first time he saw Gu Weijing again, a worried look appeared on his face, as if he saw a lost lamb.

"Brother Gu, you are in trouble - eh? Miss Elena, are you still staying here?"

Lao Yang had just finished half of his opening remarks when he choked in his throat.

Gu Weijing was not the only one in the ward.

It was already afternoon, and he had already sent Mr. Cao back to the hotel, then ran to the shopping mall to swipe his credit card to pick out a leather jacket, and also bought a bucket of roast chicken from takeout.

Anna Elena was still staying in Gu Weijing's ward.

No... As the art director of "Oil Painting" magazine, does your work every day seem so leisurely?
"Is something wrong?"

Anna was sitting on the bed reading a magazine. When she saw Lao Yang come in, she turned her head to look at him.

"Good afternoon, good afternoon!"

Lao Yang nodded.

He walked to the bedside and handed the takeaway in his hand to Gu Weijing.

Miss Elena took it and put it aside.

"Is there anything wrong?" she asked gently.

Old Yang blinked.

"Oh, this is for Gu Weijing. I brought some food for you, brother Gu. Big apples and such. They look a bit bland. The doctor said that you are recovering well."

There are outsiders present.

Yang Dekang temporarily changed the subject. He picked up the takeaway roast chicken bucket again, shook it, and handed it over again.

"Thank you. I'll leave it here."

Miss Elena took the barrel of roast chicken from Yang Dekang and put it aside.

Old Yang was stunned.

He listened carefully to the words and heard the tone. Even though he was such a smart man, he felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what was going on.

No.

What is she thanking for?

Could it be... that she is hungry?

"You want to eat the roast chicken bucket too? Let's eat together. Let's eat together. There's plenty anyway."

Lao Yang took back the barrel of roast chicken that was intercepted by Anna, opened it directly, took a big chicken leg in one hand and a hamburger in the other.

"I'm not hungry."

Anna said.

"Are you hungry?"

Anna turned her head to look at Gu Weijing and reminded him, "The doctor does not recommend that you eat such high-fat fried food so soon."

"Fortunately."

Gu Weijing said.

"Thanks, but sorry, he's not hungry either."

Miss Elena turned around and once again intercepted Lao Yang's gift and put the hamburger box on the table beside her.

Yang Dekang, holding the chicken leg, continued to stand there in a daze.

His intuition is as sharp as a dog's nose.

Therefore.

Lao Yang felt that there was something indescribably weird about the conversation before him...it was even vaguely scary, you know.

It's like a peerless sharpshooter in a western town. Whenever he shoots, he will hit the target, and whenever he hits, it will be a ten-ring.

One day, the old cowboy fired two shots.

He turned around and took a look casually.

There was not a single bullet hole on the target, as if all the bullets shot had disappeared.

Could it be that... physics no longer exists!

Lao Yang looked at the takeaway box that he had failed to deliver several times in a row. The first time he just blinked, the second time he was stunned for a moment, and this time, he was stunned for a full two seconds.

This was an extremely rare situation in his life. It was a seemingly ordinary and normal conversation, but with Lao Yang's emotional intelligence, he didn't even understand how the conversation in front of him was unfolding.

Old Yang tore open the wrapping paper in a daze and took a big bite of the chicken leg.

Miss Elena found this guy a bit annoying.

She once reminded him, "Mr. Yang, Gu Weijing has other plans later, and the visiting time is limited. Do you have anything to do?"

"Uh, yes."

Old Yang stared at the two of them and nodded, then he realized that he didn't come here to do a dog-licking psychology analysis in front of Miss Elena, he had a more important goal.

"That what."

"Ms. Elena," he said hesitantly, "I have something I want to discuss with Gu Weijing."

Anna nodded.

Old Yang was silent for a few seconds. “You may have something important to discuss with Gu Weijing.”

"Not really."

Anna shook her head.

Miss Elena waited for a few seconds and didn't hear Yang Dekang continue speaking, so she turned her head and looked at Old Yang.

The two looked at each other.

Old Yang gave her a shy, greasy smile.

"Go ahead," Anna said.

"Uh... this is a work-related matter. Gu Weijing might be in some trouble, so--" Yang Dekang hinted wildly.

understood.

Anna stood up from the chair beside the bed with her crutches and made way.

"I'll help you."

The woman shook her head.

Miss Elena strolled over to the sofa in the corner of the room and sat down.

Old Yang was shocked.

What is this? No, Miss, are you so bored?
Miss Elena clearly heard it, so why is she still staying here to eavesdrop?

This is a private conversation!
This was a private conversation and he had made it so clear, so this woman's curiosity was really too great.

Next, Lao Yang is going to show off his skills, but there are outsiders who are affecting his performance.

Even if you are Miss Elena, you can't stay...Okay, okay, you are Miss Elena, you can stay wherever you want.

Listen if you want to.

Given her status, it can't be a bad thing that she is willing to pay so much attention to Gu Weijing's exhibition.

Didn’t she also make many suggestions for Gu Weijing’s exhibition?
Gu Weijing really copied it.

When he thought that Gu Weijing would become his little sheep harnessed to his horse and follow Brother Yang around, even Miss Elena's abnormal concern for Gu Weijing, which Old Yang could not understand, became less worthy of attention.

It doesn’t matter whether you can understand it or not.

Anyway, they all belong to our brother Yang.

I want it all.

"Brother Gu, you are in trouble. If you ask me, I would say that this Metz Gallery wants to control you! It's been nine months and you're a newcomer again." Old Yang shifted his gaze from Anna to Gu Weijing's face, and his tone had changed to one of grief and indignation again.

(End of this chapter)