Author: Apricot and Pear

Gu Weijing didn't know how surprised Miss Sakai was at this moment. He was in an immersive painting state.

In my mind I only have the scenery outside the window, the drawing board in front of me, and the brush in my hand.

Gu Wei's writing skills are as fast as flying,

Without the original painting in front of me as a reference, the angle of view of the building from the porter's cabin window is slightly different from Carroll's perspective when shooting the scene.

Coupled with the passage of one hundred and fifty years, the weathering and gloss of the stone on the surface of the old church have also undergone subtle changes.

If you have to use a ruler and a semicircle to measure it bit by bit, there are still some differences between the shape of the old church created by Gu Weijing this time and the shape of the old church written by Carroll.

If you just use it - not even the lines and color point positions of the original work are different, a one-to-one copy.

This condition is the criterion for similarity to make judgments.

This work may not even be as accurate as the one he used to illuminate "Old Church" on his easel with a projector in Gu's Book Gallery, and then carefully traced the shape with a pencil.

However, the restoration pursued by art copying has never required the copyist to completely copy the original work like a printer.

It is the consistency of the brushwork and the harmony of the soul.

The expressiveness of the brushstrokes and the richness of the colors in the painting Gu Weijing painted today are much higher than before.

The improvement brought by experience points,

It can not only be used to express candlelight, but also has obvious progress in expressing the architectural structure of the church and the color and shadow of the wall.

for the first time in my life,

Gu Weijing felt the image of Carroll's "Old Church on a Thunderstorm" welling up from the bottom of his heart. Various paints flowed freely from the tip of the pen, intertwined with the canvas woven from flax fibers.

It feels so clear and real.

He used to be just a clumsy imitation of Handan's toddler.

What I am doing now is to "print" the original painting from my soul with my heart.

This is an essential difference.

Three thousand experience points poured down like a waterfall, allowing Gu Weijing to finally cross the invisible threshold between "similarity in form" and "similarity in spirit". He seemed to be able to detect the female painter's gaze from a distant time.

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Gu Weijing slightly modified the reflection effect of the dark clouds and lightning on the thunderstorm day on the white masonry structure of the church surface, perfecting the details until the copying was completed.

A prompt came from the virtual panel.

[The current copying painting - "Old Church on a Thunderstorm Day" has been completed! 】

He heard the sound of the system.

[The similarity of this copying is 59.6%, and you have obtained an intermediate treasure chest in the system!]

Gu Weijing gently wiped the light sweat from his forehead with his wrist.

He was not in a hurry to check the treasure chest.

The spiritual resonance with the senior female painter made him feel like he was sleepwalking after he stopped writing, and his expression was in a trance for a moment.

Gu Weijing gently handed the paintbrush in his hand to Sakai Katsuko, who was stunned and silent, and walked out of the concierge's hut.

After hesitating for a moment, he stepped into the rain in the yard.

It's like walking into the scenery painted by your own painting.

The rain is not cold, just slightly cool. The dark night covers the chimneys of modern factories in the distance. The Good Luck Orphanage seems to be an island of time frozen in the picture, a dream from the long nineteenth century that has not yet been awakened.

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Gu Weijing squatted down gently, touched the rain-drenched land with his fingers, and said hello to the ghost who seemed to have briefly come to life under his paintbrush.

"Hello, Miss Carroll."

"Hello, little painter of later generations." A cold female voice in the darkness responded to Gu Weijing's greeting.

Gu Weijing woke up from his trance,

It wasn't an illusion, he actually heard someone respond.

He turned around in surprise and found that it was Sakai Katsuko walking up to Gu Weijing holding an umbrella.

The girl smiled playfully, tilted her head and said, "I saw the birth of a miracle. I think Senior Carol must have seen it too, so I will answer you for her."

Sakai Katsuko tilted her umbrella to block the rain falling from Gu Weijing's head. Her eyes seemed to be filled with surprise, reverence, and love.

…

"Katsuko has really grown up."

At this time, Mrs. Sakai was not in a good mood.

on the contrary,

She was like any mother who finds out that her caring little cotton-padded jacket has been taken away by another bastard, with a bit of mania and a bit of weakness.

Mrs. Sakai sat silently on the hotel sofa, with a bottle of white wine in the hotel cabinet on the coffee table next to her.

The bottle of white wine was opened, and some news program was playing on the TV.

Mrs. Sakai has no intention of drinking, let alone watching TV.

The blonde lady just held the goblet in both hands and sniffed the wine, using the smell of ethanol and vanillin and the sound from the TV to distract her attention.

Only in this way could she suppress the urge that kept popping up in Mrs. Sakai's heart to rush out and capture Katsuko.

She was as anxious as the desperate housewives in TV dramas who worry about their children's education.

Mrs. Sakai didn't sleep that deeply.

When Katsuko Sakai was applying makeup like a little hamster in the living room, she had already opened her eyes.

Mrs. Sakai, however, resisted the urge to yell and question her daughter. She watched Katsuko Sakai disappear at the door of the hotel, opened her mouth several times, but ultimately said nothing.

Mrs. Sakai is not the kind of parent who insists on treating her daughter like a prisoner.

Her restraint on Shengzi is just to hope that her daughter can have the best life.

She knows her daughter.

For a child like Katsuko, who has always been very well-behaved and gentle, if he really makes up his mind, it will be even harder to pull him back.

When someone goes out to play with his family, the more disciplined he is, the more rebellious he becomes.

If she dared to lock Shengzi in the room, Shengzi would dare to escape from the balcony window outside.

So what if you really noticed it?

Katsuko is almost an adult,

She can defend against him once or twice, but not three or four times.

Even if Mrs. Sakai really follows Katsuko 24 hours a day and controls her daughter's feet, she will definitely not be happy.

When the time comes, there will be constant quarrels, and problems will easily arise in the relationship between mother and daughter.

Why bother?

Mrs. Sakai was also young, and she also came from the age of a little girl.

When I was a child,

Your parents are your whole world, but one day, your good daughter will fall in love with another boy, and you, the mother, will no longer be the closest person to her.

She will no longer listen to you, and will be obsessed with that bastard boy, caring about him, happy for him, and crying for him.

He will easily replace your position in his precious daughter's heart.

Especially when a young girl falls in love with someone for the first time, that person is literally everything to her.

Even though Mrs. Sakai was mentally prepared for this, she was still extremely unhappy.

"Cabrón(bastard)."

She gritted her teeth and said an unseemly curse word in Spanish.

"Hello?"

Mrs. Sakai took out her mobile phone and dialed Taro Komatsu's mobile phone.

"aunt?"

A long time passed before Komatsu Taro's voice rang on the other end of the phone. The other party's voice sounded muffled.

"Is Katsuko with you?" Mrs. Sakai asked patiently.

"Isn't Katsuko in the hotel?" Komatsu's tone was even more surprised than Mrs. Sakai's.

"Oh, it's okay. I just saw the text message Shengzi sent me. She went for a run in the hotel gym..." Mrs. Sakai made up an excuse in a calm tone, and after a few perfunctory words, she pressed the phone.

A guy who doesn't live up to his expectations, what kind of bullshit love is this?

He couldn't capture the girl's heart even if he was given a chance, Mrs. Sakai complained helplessly in her heart.
To be continued...