Chapter 103 Interaction and Confrontation
While explaining, the art student opened the easel, put the paper up in an orderly manner, then took out a palette, squeezed in some dark paint, and placed it there Adjust it slowly.
“When the art classroom is about to close, the teachers will shine a beam of light here from their watchtower. When you feel the light coming, just pack your things and return to the classroom immediately.”
Mao Feiyang showed a look of surprise: "Oh oh oh, so that's it!"
After the preparations were completed, Mao Feiyang held the palette in one hand and the brush in the other, looking in front of him The scene gradually became serious and silent.
Looking out from his perspective, there were no cliffs or cliffs, only an ocean shrouded in darkness and thick fog.
The turbulent ocean waves surged, like the darkness of the bottomless abyss, and the wave crests were like giant arms of ghosts, slamming against the rocky cliffs, making a terrible roar, and the sea breeze climbed up to the observation deck, shocking It touches their minds.
Looking into the distance, white mist is steaming on the dark sea. The layers of mist obscure the vision, making it impossible to identify the direction and distance.
In the deep ocean, the mist is as diffuse as ink.
The thick fog rising from the sea is like a silent ghost suspended in the air, hiding endless terror and unknowability.
Ocean, fog, phantoms... many elements are intertwined to form a breathtaking dark maze. Everything looks hazy and fuzzy, as if dark power is quietly invading, causing endless horror and fear in this darkness.
Under this black curtain, time seems to stand still, and only the whine of the sea breeze penetrates the silent night sky.
Beyond the fog, there is chaos, making people unclear about the ocean and the sky.
But as the line of sight widened and extended, the dim sky finally came into view.
The overcast sky cast an eerie light, and the black sun did not appear in Lin Yi's sight, as if it had disappeared.
Mist rises from the water and covers the sea, forming a hazy and dark scene.
There is a suffocating breath in the moist air, as if the arms of darkness are slowly swallowing the world.
The dark clouds lingered in the sky, like a hurricane whirling high, making a low roar...
"Thunderstorm during the day..." Mu Daxian looked into the depths of the sky, frowning slightly Wrinkled, "It seems there isn't much time to sketch today."
"Yes." The art student next to him nodded solemnly, "It's probably going to rain."
"Raining...?" Mao Feiyang's ears caught a sensitive word, "Abnormal weather? Should we go to take shelter from the rain in advance?"
"Abnormal weather?" Mu Daxian shook his head helplessly Shaking his head, "There is no need to deliberately avoid it."
"You have just become an art student, and you still don't know many things. Wait until you 'adapt' to the life of us art students and realize the true meaning of 'abnormal weather' , you will know why I said that."
After finishing speaking, Mu Daxian took a deep breath, then looked at the world in front of him, and said leisurely: "The depths of the ocean have not been fully explored by humans. and one of the areas of understanding. Seen in many cultures as a place of spirituality and connection with mystical powers..."
"The worship and reverence of the ocean is practiced in many parts of the world, ancient times. People are in awe of the vastness and immensity of the ocean and sky, and often seek inspiration, calmness and connection with the universe by looking at the ocean, which has certain similarities with mysticism and the pursuit of the transcendent in our artistic journey.”
"The journey of art...'extraordinary'?"
"Nothing, let's sketch." Mu Daxian stopped talking and began to draw on the paper.
Seeing this, Mao Feiyang also tried to write on the paper.
But he actually had no artistic talent and no talent for painting, so he just looked at the scenery and painted strokes here and there on the drawing board.
But as the sketch progressed, Mao Feiyang gradually showed a peaceful expression like an old monk entering trance.
The sea breeze mixed with moisture hit his face, blowing on his body, but it did not make him feel any discomfort.
He suddenly frowned, as if he heard some strange sound.
During the whole process, he was like a sponge, constantly attracting white powder particles floating in the air.
At a certain moment, his hand holding the brush suddenly moved, and then he kept smearing on the drawing board with an extremely rough and freehand brushwork, gradually forming a chaotic pattern.
Time passed quietly, and Mao Feiyang's eyes began to show a kind of fanaticism. He seemed to have foreseen some exciting scene, but the brushstrokes in his hand were still painting the chaotic scene all the time. pattern.
It was like something drawn by an ignorant child grabbing the brush and turning it in circles, exuding a strong atmosphere of chaos, but in Mao Feiyang's hands, this chaotic brushwork seemed to be summoning some kind of low storm.
In other words, he foresaw... a storm?
Mao Feiyang's emotions kept fluctuating, and he was concentrating on pouring out his works.
Sometimes he frowned and walked around the drawing board;
Sometimes he ran to the edge of the observation tower to look at the sleepy world with no boundaries between sea and sky, and then turned around to look at the fog shrouded in mist. The ancient castle in;
He returned to the drawing board, and as if he had seen something, he started painting quickly. His brush kept moving between the palette and the drawing board, and the outline of some object gradually appeared on the originally chaotic paper...< br>
He finished the paint on the palette and started pouring from the paint can. When the paint was gone, he continued pouring.
After doing this two or three times, he suddenly threw away the palette in annoyance, directly put the brush into the paint can to dye and mix colors, and then continued painting.
His thinking seems to have always been on the edge of chaos and madness, but his works also began to exude a kind of frantic and restless power and beauty.
He only focuses on the expression of his inner world, and his thinking seems to have transcended traditional physical limitations.
When he was enjoying painting to the fullest, he suddenly jumped up excitedly and kicked open the paint can on the ground.
"Hahaha...hahaha..." Like a madman, he took some crazy steps in the sea breeze.
His action suddenly broke the original silence on the observation deck. Mu Daxian and the art student were disturbed by him and looked over with some dissatisfaction, but when they saw what was shown on his drawing board Content, I was shocked and speechless.
The two looked at each other and saw the horror in each other's eyes.
"Old Mu, he..."
"Shh! Don't disturb him... spread out. Let's wait for him in the passage. Don't let other students come out to disturb him!"
The two exchanged information quickly, and then carefully retreated to the passage. inside.
Mao Feiyang is still immersed in the "art journey", and even Lin Yi is immersed in Mao Feiyang's world... But Lin Yi is much calmer than Mao Feiyang, and he can sense Mao Feiyang's chaos and confusion. In his crazy state, he could clearly see the white powder particles falling from the air like snowflakes and then melting into Mao Feiyang's body.
He also saw the works on Mao Feiyang’s drawing board...
It was a bell tower shrouded in a storm, and the bright thunder tore half of the sky apart.
At this moment, he heard the whining and roaring sound coming from the sea breeze, so he raised his head and looked at the sky, only to see the storm gathering in the sky, faintly turning into a whirlpool-like air current, low and low The rumble sounded like a heavy city gate being pushed.
The scene shown in the sky is just like the chaotic thread that Mao Feiyang left on the drawing paper before. He seemed to have foreseen this moment before!
Suddenly, through Mao Feiyang's perspective, Lin Yi saw a crack in the depths of the swirling and chaotic sea of clouds. The picture presented in the crack seemed to be another kind of pure white light spot. .
When Lin Yi looked at the light spot, his vision suddenly felt strangely distorted. The sea breeze and fog environment suddenly moved away from him as if being pulled by a pair of invisible hands. His soul seemed to have experienced a time travel...
When he came back to his senses, he found that he was standing under a clear sky and white clouds. In front of him was an extremely familiar building - the teaching building.
He returned to the front of the teaching building and was staring at the moss under his feet...
Everything he had experienced before seemed like a dream.
"That's not right...I was just dreaming!"
His brain and thoughts seemed to be buffering, and they were not "loaded" at the first time, but after a few breaths After the effort, he slapped his head suddenly:
"Wait! I know!"
He was quite sensitive at this time, because if he remembered correctly, at around 13:20 during the day, he returned to the teaching building from the cafeteria, thinking about the moss in his mind , and then it happened that a cloud drifted across the sky and blocked the sun, and he had a vision of traveling to Mao Feiyang.
That is to say, this time-traveling vision was not his alone, but happened to Mao Feiyang at the same moment!
At this moment, his "spirit" was switched with Mao Feiyang's? !
He looked up at the sky, and saw that the sun covered by clouds in the clear sky showed a strange dim luster, and around the sun, there was a circle of dark gold. of light.
"This sun...?!"
This sun is very much like the black sun in the layer where the art building is located!
But why was he seen at this moment? !
He immediately noticed that the clouds in the sky showed an unreasonable wave feeling. Under the ripples, there seemed to be a shocking crack. His sight passed through the crack. Suddenly I saw a castle built on a cliff!
A terrible storm gathered above the castle, as if it was going to swallow up the bell tower.
A huge ancient bronze bell hangs on the top of the bell tower, enduring the baptism of sea breeze and fog.
The strong winds of the storm mixed with water mist constantly hit the walls of the bell tower, making a rumbling roar.
The outer wall of the bell tower has been slightly damaged due to the erosion of the years, and the smooth and dark stone has been wet by wind and rain.
"Rumble--"
Thunder rang out, and the pure white Jingzhe tore through the dark night sky. He saw Mao Feiyang standing in front of a lookout not far from the bell tower. , looking at him across the layers!
No!
The Mao Feiyang at that time was not Mao Feiyang, but... the "him" at 13:20 on May 7, 2023!
In this dream, he who was dreaming in the early morning of May 8, X023, came to Mao Feiyang’s perspective, and then had a distortion of time and space with him on May 7, X023 Look at each other!
An indescribable feeling instantly swept through Lin Yi's heart. Along with this sense of realization that "today I know that I am me", there was another feeling of numbness on the scalp, which was also like an electric shock. The same spread to his whole body.
At the same time, he suddenly discovered that at this time on May 7, X023, the skin all over his body actually showed a strange white texture, and his body surface temperature was terrifyingly low. His whole body was as cold as a stone.
No, not like stone, but more like...a plaster-like sculpture.
"I...?!"
"I was like this at that time?!"
Lin Yihan's hair stood on end, at this moment he Only then did he realize that he had been so seriously polluted without even knowing it!
He thought of the boss's words again - it's hard to imagine that you can come to the stadium alive!
He was still puzzled at first, but now he knows - it is hard for him to imagine that he can go to the gymnasium alive despite such heavy pollution!
He thought again about the non-existent road he took when he went to the gym. Now it seems that everything seems to be traceable again, but there are details about the cause and effect of walking on this road. He wasn't sure enough yet.
But aside from that, he remembered what happened when he was in the swimming area of the gymnasium.
"Swimming lesson!"
"The boss stepped on me into the swimming pool. I felt much refreshed afterwards, but there was a plaster-like substance on the boss's leg. …”
"Could it be that swimming lessons are a course for athletes to purify and experience the pollution of students?"
In this way, it can explain what Wei Liang said about being held down in the swimming pool by the athletes for an hour.
Obviously purifying pollution.
Just as he was awakening to this level, a distorted and collapsed picture suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. When he came back to his senses, he would find that his perspective had returned to the one in front of the art building. The hair is flying on the body.
The brief interaction ended like this.
At this moment, Mao Feiyang, because of his "yesterday self", knocked over his easel in a hurry, and the scroll was torn open and fell to the cold floor tiles.
The cracked hole in the picture resembles the sky torn apart by thunder.
"Old Lin..." Mao Feiyang panted violently, with sweat beads on his forehead.
But unlike Lin Yi's reaction at that time, after interacting with "him", the look of horror on Mao Feiyang's face only flashed for a moment and then recovered, and then a gleam appeared in his eyes. ...
He narrowed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
He looked at the pictures on the ground again and wondered: "Hey...when did I draw this bell tower?"
Thanks to the book friends "He is the Dim Star" and "Ling Xin Xi Oh" reward! !
I can’t hold it anymore today. I used up a pack of tissue paper to blow my nose while typing. I’m going to take a leave of absence for the zero o’clock update tomorrow... I’ll buffer it and sort out the plot for the next day.
Although but... I want to ask for a monthly pass. There are still a few days left. I don’t know if I can reach 1,000 monthly passes this month. Woohoo...
(End of this chapter)