Almighty painter

Chapter 994 The Uncle's Operation...

Oh, this radiant heart.

On the sofa sat a handsome yet melancholic poet, his head slightly bowed.

Oh!

It has a sharp, thin audio interface.

Oh! This radiant heart—

The melancholy poet repeats it with deep emotion.

"Oh."

The high-pitched voice was like an echo.

"This radiant heart!" the poet patiently reminded again.

"Oh!" the other person responded with a soft "oh!"

"What nonsense! You just keep saying 'Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh!' all day long. Why don't you say something else? 'A radiant heart, a radiant heart, a radiant heart!' How many times do I have to teach you?"

"What nonsense!" the other voice immediately retorted angrily.

Yang Dekang almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

He looked up from his phone screen, staring at the macaw with its blue outer feathers and dark brown beak in the cage in front of him, seriously considering whether he had been cheated by the bird seller at the pet store.

This cost him quite a bit of money.

Look at Gu Weijing's big cat, how proud it is! So many people invite him to bring his cat to parties.

Old Yang felt that he couldn't just focus on fashionable clothes; he needed a complete upgrade. These days, it's not fashionable to be able to recite a couple of Keats' poems in a trendy little bar; having a parrot that can only recite Keats' poems is what's fashionable.

Ideals are beautiful, and reality is very skinny.

Whether it's due to some congenital deficiency or something else, this blue and yellow macaw always speaks haltingly, and for several weeks now, it hasn't been able to pronounce a single complete word.

At this rate.

When will Old Yang finally be able to take it out and show it off?

"Did you know there's a parrot named 'Disco' who can recite Shakespeare's long poem 'Für Elliot' fluently? Look at other people's parrots, you should be ashamed!"

Old Yang is preparing to properly cultivate his parrot's competitive spirit.

"Bullshit!"

The parrot in the cage looked down at him disdainfully.

Old Yang's blood pressure is a bit high.

"Brother Yang, you've worked in this industry for so many years. What kind of people are the successful artists you've met?"

A chat message suddenly appeared on the screen.

Yang Dekang shrugged.

He slightly pursed his lips.

Hey~
Yang Dekang has always been an expert at understanding human nature and social dynamics. In some ways, he almost has a dog's nose and a cat's keen sixth sense.

Gu Weijing's recent state of mind is not quite right, not in terms of artistic technique, but in terms of his attitude towards life.

The way he sat in the classroom, the hand on his chin, the slightly tilted shoulder line, the reflection of light on his eyes, even the tone of his voice when he called me "Brother Yang," including this strange question, all implied something.

Apparently because of the art exhibition being close by, Lao Yang heard that Gu Weijing had asked Cao Xuan to suspend their private lessons in the past few days.

Gu Weijing probably didn't intend to show his confusion.

But some birds can't be caged, and some thoughts can't be kept in cages either.

Young people like Xiao Gu—ha, Yang Ge is Yang Ge. Even if Yang Ge is playing King of Glory every day while teaching a macaw to recite Keats, multitasking, he can still see right through you.

Without him.

I've seen far too many of these.

"This is the power of tyranny!"

Yang Dekang, controlling Cao Cao, killed the enemy's mid-laner in the bushes, while repeating, "Oh, this brilliant heart."

The parrot is pretending to be mute again.

Old Yang had no time to argue with the silly parrot; his mind was racing.

He wasn't surprised by Gu Weijing's current confusion; what surprised him was... why? Yang Dekang had met some people, he had met top-notch artists, who were attacked by critics who said they weren't real artists, that the real artist had died the moment they achieved fame and success, and that they were just repeating themselves day after day, year after year.

They seemed to be starting to get confused and wanted to ask questions.

What is a true artist? What is the true spirit of art?

Yang Dekang has also seen some artists who made a fortune in a muddle, succeeded very easily, and were just as easily abandoned by the market.

They began to feel lost.

In the arts district of Manhattan, New York, it seems like a thousand people are doing the same thing.

Why did fate choose me?

What is a true artist? What is the true spirit of art?

Yang Dekang rarely saw someone like Gu Weijing so confused before the opening of an art exhibition held at the Ma Shi Gallery.

If it were Deckard Anron, the artist at the Hermès Gallery, asking this question today...

Yang Dekang understood.

If Gu Weijing's art exhibition fails, he will be beaten down by society, his face swollen from the slaps, and he will come back crying and seeking help from his kind older brother, Mr. Yang.

Old Yang could understand it very well.

Why?
Why now? Why him, and not Cao Xuan? Perhaps it's to find an observer's perspective outside of the "artist."

However, Yang Dekang believes that even if this were to happen, it should have occurred after the art exhibition ended, rather than before the exhibition opened.

Was he under too much pressure as the opening of the art exhibition drew closer?

But wasn't Gu Weijing still full of confidence when facing Sarah in the studio that day?

Just imagine, he won the gold medal at an international biennial in his debut, his first art exhibition was held in the Louvre, and Miss Irina was his agent.

How could someone like that feel confused?

What should an excellent artist be like?
Let's replace him with Lao Yang.

He would think, "I'll just look in the mirror."

"Among the world's artists, successful and unsuccessful, which personality and which life path is truly the right one?"

A second message came through on my phone.

"Van Gogh's self-doubt and Dali's self-affirmation, Van Gogh's downfall and Dali's success—which was right and which was wrong? Were these all inevitable outcomes of fate?"

"Clear the lane, take Baron, then push straight for the kill! Don't dawdle."

Lao Yang sent a message to the team.

“Oh, what a radiant heart.” He turned his head and stared at the parrot again.

"Oh!"

The parrot grunted.

Old Yang thought for a while, then opened the small window on the social media app and started typing a reply.

"To be honest—that's all nonsense!"

Take a good look.

Teacher Yang is about to make a powerful move.

tonight.

He will only demonstrate this once.
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"In ancient times, Guan Yu warmed his wine before beheading Hua Xiong. Today, Yang Dekang trains birds and berates Xiao Gu." — *Top Secret: A Collection of Yang Dekang's Private Anecdotes*
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“I’ve always known that no one really cares about me, no one really understands me, and I’ve always wanted others to know that I’m fully aware of this indifference!”

……

"Can you please stop talking! You're driving me crazy!"

……

"Don't come over."

Listen to me. I'm so sorry.

"That's great! Now, can you leave me alone?"

……

"Pretend none of this happened, and think everything is fine, comfortable, and peaceful. Let me tell you! I don't have that ability. I'm utterly fed up with this kind of game!"

……

On the projector screen, the male and female protagonists kept roaring, screaming, and smashing things.

Leonardo DiCaprio, wearing a suspender shirt, is roaring with a flushed face, while his female companion, Kate Winslet, with teary eyes, is silently crying.

This is not Titanic, but an old romance movie made ten years ago.

Secretary Elliott looked at Anna sitting on the fabric chair in front of him.

The woman sat in the chair, her face expressionless and silent. Compared to when she was with Gu Weijing, Anna's secretary had seen her like this more often and was more familiar with her.

The day we argued.

Miss Elena didn't even go back to the ranch; she took a plane overnight and flew back to Elena Manor.

She seemed determined to put all the unpleasantness of the past few months behind her, and she became extremely busy, attending several parties, inquiring about several family foundation projects, and dealing with museum-related matters.

Anna wanted to keep herself busy, so busy that she wouldn't even have time to put her feet on the ground.

But Elliot could also see that Miss Elena seemed to have become very confused.

because……

She really never puts her feet on the ground.

Well, Elliot didn't want Miss Elena to know about the not-so-funny joke she was secretly making up in her head.

Elliott had known Anna for so many years, and she would never spend the whole day in a wheelchair.

She makes sure to take a walk every day and does a series of rehabilitation exercises. If she had asked Gu Weijing, Elliott would know that this habit hadn't changed even on the deserted island at sea.

On the other hand, you don't need a dog's nose to tell that Anna is different.

because.

Anna doesn't have a dog!
Yes, Elliott really finds it hard to believe that Miss Elena has completely forgotten about August.

Good heavens.

Throughout the years she had worked for Miss Elena, in Elliot's mind, August was always with Anna, with the dog's elegant and noble posture, its smooth fur, and its chestnut eyes.

Even when eating dog food, it does so slowly and deliberately (at least until it encounters a cat that tries to steal its food).

That's like Anna's "avatar".

—Well, if this joke gets out, Elliott thinks he'll definitely lose his job.

Seeing the dog is like seeing the person, which might be a bit of an exaggeration, but saying that August is like Miss Elena's shadow is not a bad description.

Is it possible for a person to forget their own shadow under any circumstances?
Forgetting is inaccurate.

Anna didn't forget about it; rather, she didn't bring August with her.

August was left on the ranch as usual, with staff taking care of him, and Elliott checking on him via video every day.

Miss Elena inquired about August two or three times, and upon learning that Awang was also staying there, she seemed to be sulking and did not bring August back.

For the first time in my life.

In Elliott's mind, Anna seemed to have lost her established routine. One day, Anna instructed Elliott to call his team to prepare a plan for a brand new magazine, which was to be placed under the name of the new family museum.

The way she spoke convinced Eliot that Miss Elena was ready to go all out against the magazine "Painting".

But two days later...

Anna seemed to have completely forgotten about the matter.

Elliott didn't know what she was thinking, and perhaps she herself wasn't quite sure either.

Miss Elena was determined to prove to others that her life could be fulfilling and meaningful, and that she could be indifferent to anything in the world.

but.

And who can I prove it to?
When Elliott brought Anna a museum-related report today, he found her watching a romantic movie in her private theater.

Elliott thought Anna would rarely be interested in such a purely family-oriented film.

A promising young man meets a stunningly beautiful rising star in the entertainment industry. Upon their first meeting, they both think they've never seen anyone so interesting and captivating.

They got together.

Then they grew tired of each other, even fed up with each other.

They are a model couple that everyone envies and dreams of in the eyes of outsiders, but they are trapped in an unspeakable emptiness and depression in their hearts.

They planned to go to Paris, where the male protagonist would pursue his artistic endeavors and the female protagonist would become his secretary. They planned it all with such joy, as if beautiful Paris were already within their grasp.

On the eve of my trip to Paris.

With the miscarriage of the child.

Everything vanished like a bubble.

I knew it.

This is a completely different movie.

But looking at Leonardo DiCaprio on the screen, with his stubble and much more weathered appearance, and Kate Winslet with her slightly protruding cheekbones, the youthful and fresh aura that was no longer there, one could see a stark contrast.

She always felt that...

This is the second part of Titanic.

The title could be something like "If the Titanic Hadn't Sinked" or "Ten Years After Successfully Arriving in New York".

Even such a beautiful encounter, such love at first sight, a match made in heaven, can break down, lead to big arguments, and result in things being thrown far away and smashed on the ground.

"Do you think they can resolve the issue by going to Paris, barring any unforeseen circumstances?"

"Will they be able to live a fulfilling artistic life in Paris?"

Anna did not turn her head.

She simply asked aloud.

"Of the two, the female protagonist is a person with a poet's temperament and a passion for life. The other one, although he was full of lofty talk when they first met, is actually a very practical person at heart. He talks about all sorts of ideas, but in his heart he thinks that such a life is actually... possible."

Elliott did not speak.

Miss Elena is not someone who seeks answers from others.

Elliott stood up, walked over to Miss Elena, and bent down to hug her.

"I know."

Anna patted her secretary on the shoulder, looked at the movie screen, and said softly, "I know, Elliott."
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that's it.

2018 6 Month 7 Day.

Gu Weijing's first art exhibition was held at the Louvre Museum in Abu Dhabi.

(End of this chapter)