Chapter 87 The Story of "Wei"
Ji Qing debugged the program again and confirmed that there was no problem.
He couldn't help but send a message to zero: "Awesome, brother, it was solved so quickly!"
There was a reply soon: "After all, my major is software development, and you have already written the basic framework, so my work will be much easier."
After working for so long, Ji Qing finally got results. Ji Qing decided to go to the barbecue stall to relax in the evening.
"By the way, zero, you said last time that you could contact the artist to draw the vertical painting. How is the news now?"
"We've already agreed. Send me the basic character settings and we can start work at any time."
"How is the level of the painter?" He was still a little worried.
"With a professional background, an original painting costs tens of thousands, so there is absolutely no need to worry about technical aspects."
That couldn't be better. He didn't have to spend any effort to find someone. Ji Qing readily sent a psd file to zero. As for the royalties, it wasn't something he worried about. Anyway, Ke Yue's The guy has plenty of money.
After Lin Chen got the settings, he opened them and looked at them carefully.
Name: Wei
Age: 16
Appearance: slightly curly, long cream-colored hair hanging down to the knees, gentle big C-shaped bangs, the sideburns around the ears are braided, eyes are blue-purple like forget-me-not flowers, wearing a cloak, The corners of the skirt are decorated with golden starlight like stamens.
Representative objects: letter, forget-me-not.
Personality: Intelligent but a little silly. Born lacking a kind of human emotion, but also longing to be remembered by the world.
Below is a simple character diagram.
She looks like she will be a very beautiful girl.
Lin Chen continued to unfold the story of the characters behind——
The small light blue flower with five petals poked its head out from the crack in the stone with difficulty. Although it had no fragrance, it still smiled and wanted the world to remember it.
One day, a poor painter noticed this poor flower. He was infected by the vitality and created a painting. In the painting, he was a beautiful girl with forget-me-not-colored pupils.
Perhaps this painting brought him luck, and his works were suddenly appreciated by people. Soon, he was no longer poor and his net worth was getting higher and higher. Those nobles were even willing to spend a lot of money to organize a banquet just for him, just so that he could personally paint the next painting at the banquet.
He enjoyed the exquisite life brought by money, and the improvised painting was forgotten in the corner.
One day, when the maid was sorting out the scraps, she pulled out this painting.
"Sir, do you want to throw away this painting too?"
When he saw the melancholy pupils that were dyed blue like the sky, the painter was stunned, but only for a moment.
"Throw it away."
The paper of this painting has turned slightly yellow, and there are traces of moth damage on the corners. It is no longer perfect.
He will soon move to a big house surrounded by rose vines, and there is no need for such imperfect paintings.
This painting, along with the old newspapers and drafts, was sold to the bakery downstairs.
"I'm so unlucky." She thought, "I used good drawing paper, a soft brush dipped in natural pigments to depict my appearance, but now, I can only live with these waste papers. Together.”
When a student went home, he bought a piece of dry cheese from the bakery on the first floor.
He went upstairs, unwrapped the paper around the cheese, and was about to hastily finish his lunch while reading, when he suddenly froze.
Carefully unfold the outermost paper of the cheese.
It turns out that this is a painting.
"It's so beautiful." He admired.
Looking at the pure pupils with the color of forget-me-not, he suddenly got inspiration from the painting, picked up the quill and wrote a poem on the back of the painting.
That's a love poem.
He read this unexpected love poem to the girl she liked, and they soon fell in love.
A few years later, they got married and the painting was forgotten again.
When the lady of this house was cleaning the room, she dug out this painting from the drawer and saw the poem.
"So, you are here."
She turned it over to the front. The painting was somewhat faded, mottled and worn.
She laughed softly and gently smoothed out every crease in the painting. Although the painting was far less beautiful than when it was first born, she still found a framer and carefully framed the girl in a clear glass frame and hung it on the wall.
This poem is a testament to their love and deserves to be remembered.
That painting finally had its value as a painting. The girl in the painting quietly looked at the sweet life of the student who was now a teacher and his wife every day. She felt that she was finally remembered.
So she was also very happy, even though she didn't understand what happiness meant.
After a long time, the two had a child.
Children of this age are always naughty. He chased the cat and played. When he was not careful, the cat grabbed the picture on the wall. The frame fell off and the glass became shattered.
The hostess ran over in a hurry after hearing the noise. The girl thought she would pick up the painting again, frame it carefully and hang it up again, but she just lovingly picked up the frightened child and whispered Ask if there are any injuries.
"But, Mom, I damaged this painting."
"Forget it if it's broken, as long as you're fine." The hostess placed a kiss on the child's forehead.
So the child became happy again. After his mother cleaned up the broken glass, he picked up the painting with some curiosity.
He chuckled, playfully folded the painting into a paper airplane, then opened the window and flew out with all his strength.
The wind carried the painting very high, and she flew up, getting so close to the sky for the first time. But soon, she continued to fall under the influence of gravity, falling to an unknown place, and then became full of rot and turned into soil.
She thought that this was her final destination.
The girl thought she would fall to the cold ground, but no, she seemed to have fallen into a warm place.
It seems to be a piano case.
Then, she heard something. From what she had seen and heard over the years, she knew it was music, but she could not understand what was contained in the music.
She was born on cold, temperatureless drawing paper, and God did not give her the emotional line of a human being.
But listening to this music, her non-beating chest couldn't help but tremble.
There seems to be a kind of seed called soul in the "heart" that has been awakened.
She had never felt such strong emotions as she did now.
She was shocked to find that she had walked out of the painting at some point, her feet touched the solid ground for the first time, she breathed air for the first time, and felt the warmth of the sun for the first time.
A real and strange world.
She saw a blind boy.
The boy has a violin on his shoulder and seems to be a wandering artist.
"Please tell me what this is." She said with a trembling voice and placed her hand on her heart. "Please tell me why it keeps beating."
"What's in it?"
For the first time, confusion showed in his blue-violet eyes.
The young man smiled and said, "You need to find the answer yourself."
"Find the gear that keeps your heart beating. If you don't understand, just use music to record your emotions."
"Let the world remember your voice."
……
The story is over.
Blind violinist, paper airplane... can't be such a coincidence, right? Lin Chen was a little shocked.
He contacted α again.
"Tell me, who wrote the setting of this character?"
"Ah, you ask this, the character design was made by K."
"Including character stories?"
"Including, all the details were written by K himself."
Lin Chen pressed his eyebrows.
"Come out sometime and let's meet. I want to meet the creator of this story." (End of Chapter)