Chapter 209 "The Second Light"
"There is no chance to go back tonight, we have to stay on campus all day."
"Go to the cafeteria tomorrow to eat something good, and then Go to the canteen to get some student commemorative coins, and then go back."
Mu Daxian was lying on the ground, eyes closed, muttering these words as if in sleep.
"It doesn't work today, but it will work tomorrow?" Mao Feiyang was puzzled. Theoretically speaking, this kind of gray fog invasion should become more and more intense as time goes by, right?
Could it be that today is the peak of the invasion?
If things begin to go downhill like an ebbing tide tomorrow, it is not unreasonable for Mu Daxian to say so.
"Yes, it will be fine tomorrow." Mu Daxian said calmly, as if he was stating a simple fact that couldn't be simpler, "But don't relax, the real crisis has not yet come! "
This sentence instantly broke Mao Feiyang's fantasy: "Isn't today the peak period of the gray fog invasion? "
"The peak period?" Mu Daxian slowly opened his eyes. eyes closed, "Who told you that today is the limit?"
"The night watchman only rang the bell during the day. The real war has not yet begun!" Mu Daxian curled his lips, "We must return to the art building tomorrow. The role we can play here is too small. Art We are really needed over there."
This confused Mao Feiyang and made Lin Yi feel even more mysterious about Mu Daxian.
"Not today, but tomorrow"
"Today is not the limit of invasion"
Although today is not the limit of gray fog invasion, it looks like Mu Da Xian's limit - at least it's the limit of what he can do on campus now. What can he do to return to the art building tomorrow?
Most likely, Mao Feiyang has overcome the crisis of being besieged by the angel sculpture, and Lin Yi also knows how Mao Feiyang's student commemorative coins were lost, so now he is not worried about Mao Feiyang, but is starting to get curious. What would Mu Daxian do?
Mao Feiyang's body was already very tired. When he saw Mu Daxian starting to rest, he also lay down on the side. However, his wet clothes kept tormenting him, making it impossible for him to have a good rest.
Suddenly, Mu Daxian jumped up from the floor tiles like a carp.
“Damn!”
Mu Daxian quickly freed his feet and kicked Mao Feiyang aside.
Mao Feiyang was startled, and the nerves that had just relaxed suddenly became tense again. His whole body was tense, like a bow: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
"Damn it, I'm freezing to death." !" Mu Daxian muttered.
Mao Feiyang: "???"
No big brother, you are frozen, I am wet, I will make do with it overnight... Everyone is living under the angel sculpture Come down, can you please stop struggling.
Mao Feiyang looked at Mu Daxian resentfully.
But Mu Daxian has already started to mix the paint...
"Brother Xian, what are you doing?"
"It's color mixing. It's not that you are blind. You can't even see this?"
“Huh?”
“Ah what, aren’t you cold and wet? So let’s draw a firelight and come out to warm ourselves up...”
"I'll go, so awesome?!"
"Awesome!"
"Awesome!" Mao Feiyang raised his thumbs and said enviously, "I don't know when I can too Like you."
"Now?"
"Ah what, I have no energy, you come and paint."
"Huh???"
"Are you fucking practicing phonetic symbols?" Mu Daxian mixed the paint Pushed in front of Mao Feiyang.
“It’s not Brother Xian, are you serious?” Mao Feiyang was about to cry but had no tears.
Mu Daxian said angrily: "Only desperate situations can unleash your potential. I dragged you around the teaching building for more than two hours, and you were caught by an angel sculpture and sucked in your extraordinary properties. , your body is already trying its best to "adapt" in order to help you survive. ”
"The fact that you can survive means that your body has repeatedly digested the extraordinary power just now, constantly breaking through the limits, and now it has almost "adapted" to this intensity... Just like a person who has fired a hundred-stone bow once, will fire it seven or eighty times again. The stone bow is easy to use. ”
“You try it. "
Mu Daxian patted him on the shoulder.
"It's windy and rainy outside, and you have retreated from the life-threatening escape and adrenaline rush just now. Your energy and blood will calm down soon. When the water vapor begins to evaporate and take away your body temperature, you may not survive tonight..."
"Come on, young man, you don't want the angel sculpture to kill you. Will he freeze to death instead? ”
After Mu Daxian said that, he sat down on the spot.
Mao Feiyang pursed his lips and walked to the drawing board.
"Brother Xian, forget it if you don't explain at all, at least wipe this drawing board dry..."
He was suddenly speechless, and there was no trace left on the drawing board in front of him. Down!
His pupils shrank slightly, as if he realized something, and he suddenly looked back at the place where Mu Daxian was painting just now, and saw——
The picture drawn by Mu Daxian was imprinted on the void not far away, as if... it had modified reality!
"This...?!" Mao Feiyang's eyes widened, "This, this, this...?!"
Mu Daxian's voice came slowly: "The third-year elective in the art department Lesson "Space Art", Chapter 3 "The Art of Disguise" in Volume 8 "Space Overwriting"..."
"Don't look at it blindly, and don't think about the original picture in your mind, so as not to Affects my performance. "
"Huh? ”
"Spatial overwriting is to amplify an art student's understanding of a certain area. It is equivalent to using extraordinary power to bless one's mental power, thereby projecting a false field and covering up the real scene in the original area."
"In the art of disguise, it was mentioned that the ancients used makeup and props to modify their appearance to achieve the effect of being fake and real... Mine is similar. You can simply think that I am covering this dead end. He picked up a piece of cloth, and we hid under it."
"Ouch...that doesn't make sense." Mao Feiyang shrugged frankly, "Brother Xian, wait a minute...our art. Are you really going to class?”
“What if?”
Mao Feiyang said guiltily: “I always thought that the experience would be over after seven days…”
“That’s why they are called experience students, and you are called art students… If you want to experience it for seven days and then leave, you have to become an experience student first.” “It’s not a verbal change, but a fundamental change in “identity.” "
"Remember my "Signpost Theory"? You have to follow this path before you can become an experience student. But I'm not trying to hit you. Judging from the current situation, You probably want to be an art student until the road ends..."
"Don't be anxious, because at the moment, you have no chance to take any other route except the art student. "
"Don't think too much, just get through the difficulties in front of you with peace of mind. Only when you are alive can you have a chance to find a solution. We will not force anyone to stay...Art is a full expression of freedom. something. ”
A gust of wind blew, and Mao Feiyang felt chilly, and the muscles in his body began to tremble uncontrollably. He shivered a few times, and hurriedly walked to the drawing board to prepare for action.
“Don’t doubt yourself, recall the feeling you had when you were painting on the observation deck. Art comes from the depths of your heart. The pen is just a tool for expression, and the paint is only an auxiliary. Don’t be persistent. Yu Yan has limited conditions, so he paints with his heart. "Mu Daxian said he didn't do anything, but he still had to give him enough experience.
Mao Feiyang immediately held his breath, his expression was solemn and dignified, and his eyes were slightly hollow, as if his mind had been traveling to the sky, looking for that ray of unparalleled inspiration.
Mu Daxian pretended to rest, but in fact he had been observing Mao Feiyang. Seeing Mao Feiyang's posture of meditation, he felt satisfied and secretly thought that the boy could be taught.
But he didn’t know that the cowardly Mao Feiyang didn’t look empty-eyed, but that he was really in a daze.
When listening to Mu Daxian's words, Mao Feiyang had a feeling that he was confident and could do it on his own, but he didn't know until he was about to start writing that he had no idea where to start.
I feel like I can write a novice after watching Wu Bu Dou Po. Before I started writing, I felt that I was better than Wu Bu. After I started writing, I realized that I had a really big lump.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What do I want to do?
Mao Feiyang's mind was filled with these three philosophical questions. He picked up his pen and stared at it, gathering energy, concentrating, concentrating, concentrating... and then the energy dissipated.
Damn, it’s so hard!
A wisp of cold wind blew by, and Mao Feiyang felt that his body was extremely cold, and all the muscles in his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Damn it, no matter how difficult it is, I have to do it!"
He gritted his teeth and relied on his understanding of bonfires to try to draw a bonfire on the drawing board... Although he still had I don’t know how Mu Daxian managed to overwrite space and modify reality, but at least he gave himself the two “magic weapons”.
Holding a sword that is as sharp as clay, if you can't kill the enemy, you should be able to cut meat, right? !
Mao Feiyang thought of this and suddenly felt a feeling coming on, so he quickly started painting.
Half a minute later, Mao Feiyang, who was covered in cold sweat, looked at Mu Daxian as if asking for help: "Do you have any erasers..."
Mu Daxian: "..."
“Do you use an eraser to erase your paint?”
Mao Feiyang: "..."
As expected, Mu Daxian didn't say anything. He glanced at Mao Feiyang: "It seems that you are not enough. When you feel that you can't hold it anymore, that kind of desire for warmth , will lead you to draw fire.”
After that, he closed his eyes, like an old monk, and didn’t care about anything.
Mao Feiyang took a deep breath, looked at the drawing board, and then at the dead end. Then he felt the feeling of being chilled by the wind after his clothes were wet by the rain, and gradually entered the atmosphere. Status...
Too cold...too cold...
He somewhat understood the situation of the little match girl selling nuclear bombs, begging for food and light in the ice and snow...
The little match selling girl lit the match, and used the short-term warmth and numbness brought by the match. At the same time, she fantasized about all the warm and beautiful things, which was actually a forced overwriting of her cognition. However, she did not have extraordinary power and her spirit was not strong enough, so she ultimately failed to survive that cold night.
Mao Feiyang also gradually changed from understanding the little girl to a little girl...
Yes, that's right, he...slowly lowered the palm holding the paintbrush, and his body temperature also It began to decline rapidly...
Lin Yi was so anxious that at one moment he even hoped that the teaching building would catch fire...
He imagined that the teaching building was burning, and the flames spread from the elevator room, burned through the bathroom, and then burned all the way from the ground to the dead end.
The blazing fire illuminated Mao Feiyang, and the hot feeling quickly evaporated the moisture on Mao Feiyang's clothes...
But all this was a fantasy, and Lin Yi could not change it from the dream. Reality.
"Am I too impatient..." At this moment, Lin Yi seemed to hear Mu Daxian muttering to himself, "Is it too difficult for him to let him take such a big step now? "
Mu Daxian sighed quietly, stood up and slowly walked towards Mao Feiyang.
However, at this moment, Mao Feiyang, who seemed to be dying, suddenly raised his arm holding the brush stiffly, and then began to paint on the drawing board.
Mu Daxian was stunned for a moment, but he soon discovered that the temperature around him had risen as if he were sitting in front of a heater. The originally dimly lit dead end seemed to be illuminated at this moment. A little bit...
Mu Daxian's eyes gradually widened, and he looked at Mao Feiyang in disbelief, and a joy filled his face: "He did it!"
He did it! He quickly came to Mao Feiyang's side, but when he saw the drawing board in front of Mao Feiyang, his whole person felt like he was struck by lightning!
“This...?!”
Mu Daxian took a deep breath, and then stood beside Mao Feiyang silently without speaking.
I saw - Mao Feiyang's brush was flying, and his brushwork was smooth and smooth, but it did not touch the drawing board at all...
Nevertheless, as Mao Feiyang "painted", the temperature in the dead-end street But it was really improving, and even dim orange spots appeared on the walls...
"Is this the "second light"? "Mu Daxian narrowed his eyes and remained silent for a long time.
Gradually, the dead end was filled with warmth...
Suddenly he remembered a thunder, which made Mao Feiyang tremble in shock, and shook his hand to shake off the paintbrush.
Mu Daxian silently bent down to pick up the paintbrush, only to find that Mao Feiyang had just come back to his senses, and then looked at the warm walls around him with a blank expression.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Brother Xian, Brother Xian!!!" Mao Feiyang hugged Mu Daxian, with little pearls in his eyes, "I knew you would take action! Wuwuwu——"
Mu Daxian was stunned. He looked at the pen he picked up, and then at the messy picture on the drawing board. He suddenly understood that Bai Maoyang thought everything was his own. It's done.
"Okay, okay, don't be moved, you did it yourself!" Mu Daxian patted Mao Feiyang's back, first to calm his emotions, and then said this sentence The words came out slowly.
"Me?" Mao Feiyang pointed to his nose.
"Yes, when I say I don't have the energy to draw, that means I don't have the energy to draw." Mu Daxian affirmed.
If you didn’t make it yourself, there is no need to hold it yourself. Letting Mao Feiyang see his masterpiece will also help improve his own artistic confidence. This is something Mu Daxian has always understood.
Mao Feiyang couldn't react for a while, but when he looked at the messy oil stains on the drawing board, he suddenly became confused - Hey, if it was me who drew it, where did it go?
This drawing board...has not changed!
Just when Mao Feiyang had some new doubts, the light and shadow in the originally warm dead end suddenly flickered, and a cold feeling seemed to seep out from the wall, making people shiver.
Thanks to book friend "Lin skylark" for the reward! !
(End of this chapter)