Chapter 103 Interaction and Confrontation
While explaining, the art student opened the easel, put the paper on it in an orderly manner, then took out a palette, squeezed in some dark paint, and slowly mixed it there.
"When the art classroom is closed, 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 looked astonished: "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 at the scene in front of him, and gradually became serious and silent.
From his perspective, there are 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 terrifying roar, and the sea breeze climbed up to the observation deck, shaking their hearts.
Looking into the distance, white mist is steaming on the dark sea surface. 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, mist, phantom... many elements are intertwined to form a breathtaking dark maze. Everything appears 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 zoomed out and extended, the dim sky finally came into view.
The cloudy 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.
The damp air is filled with a suffocating breath, as if the arms of darkness are slowly devouring the world.
The sky is filled with dark clouds, like a hurricane whirling high, making a low roar...
"Thunderstorm during the day..." Mu Daxian looked into the depths of the sky, frowning slightly, "It seems that there is not much time to sketch today."
"Hmm." The art student beside him nodded solemnly, "It's probably going to rain." Should we go to avoid the rain in advance? "
"Abnormal weather?" Mu Daxian shook his head helplessly, "There is no need to deliberately avoid it."
"You have just become an art student, and you don't know many things yet. Once you "adapt" to the life of us art students and realize the true meaning of "abnormal weather", you will know why I said this."
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 are one of the areas that humans have not yet fully explored and understood. In many cultures, it is regarded as a place of spirituality and connection with mysterious power..."
"In many areas of the world, there is worship and awe of the ocean. Ancient people were in awe of the ocean and the sky. The vastness and immensity of the ocean often seek inspiration, calmness and connection with the universe. This has certain similarities with mysticism and our pursuit of the extraordinary in our artistic journey."
When Mao Feiyang saw this, he 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.
Throughout 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 continued to smear 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 pattern all the time.
It is like something drawn by an ignorant child grabbing a paintbrush and drawing it in circles. It exudes a strong atmosphere of chaos, but in Mao Feiyang's hands, this chaotic brushwork seems to be summoning some kind of low storm.
In other words, he foresaw...a storm?
Mao Feiyang's mood was constantly fluctuating, and he was concentrating on flipping over his works.
Sometimes he frowned and walked around the drawing board;
Sometimes he ran to the edge of the observation deck to look at the drowsy world with no boundaries between sea and sky, and then turned around to look at the ancient castle shrouded in mist;
He returned to the drawing board again, seemingly As if he saw something, he began to paint quickly. His brush kept moving between the palette and the drawing board, and the outline of an object gradually appeared on the originally chaotic paper...
He finished the paint on the palette and started pouring it from the paint can. When the paint was used up, 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 cast their eyes with some dissatisfaction. However, when they saw the content presented on his drawing board, they were shocked and speechless.
The two of them 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, and don't let other students come out to disturb him!"
The two exchanged information quickly, and then carefully retreated into the passage.
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. He can sense Mao Feiyang's chaotic and crazy state, and can also 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 a whining and roaring sound coming from the sea breeze. He then looked up to the sky and saw the storm gathering in the sky, faintly turning into a whirlpool-like air current. The low 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 that appeared in the crack seemed to be another kind of pure white light spot.
When Lin Yi looked at the light spot, his vision suddenly experienced a strange distortion. 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 the 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 did not "load" at the first time, but after a few breaths, he suddenly slapped his head:
"Wait! I know!"
He was quite sensitive at this time, because if he remembered correctly, he returned to the teaching building from the cafeteria around 13:20 during the day, thinking about the moss in his mind. Then a cloud happened to drift across the sky and cover the sun, and he had a vision of traveling to Mao Feiyang.
In other words, this time-traveling vision was not his alone, but happened to Mao Feiyang at the same moment!
His "spirit" at this moment, is it swapped with Mao Feiyang? !
He looked up at the sky and saw that the sun covered by clouds in the clear sky showed a strange dim luster, and there was a dark golden edge around the sun.
"This sun...?!"
This sun is very much like the black sun in the layer where the art building is located!
Why was he seen at this moment? !
He immediately noticed that the clouds in the sky showed an unreasonable undulation. Under the ripples, there seemed to be a shocking crack. Through the crack, he 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.
The huge ancient bronze bell hangs on the top of the bell tower, enduring the baptism of sea wind and fog.
The strong wind of the storm mixed with water mist constantly hit the walls of the bell tower, making a rumbling roar.
The outer wall of the clock 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.
Thunder sounded, 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 at some time in the early morning of May 8, X023, came to Mao Feiyang's perspective, and then had a look at him in May 7, X023, which distorted time and space!
An indescribable feeling instantly swept through Lin Yi's heart. Along with this sense of realization that "today I know that I am who I am", another numb scalp feeling spread throughout his body like an electric shock.
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 the temperature of his body surface was terrifyingly low, and 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. Only at this moment did he realize that he had been so seriously polluted without 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 survive to go to the stadium despite such heavy pollution!
He thought about the non-existent road he took when he went to the gym. Now it seemed that everything was traceable again, but he was not sure enough about the cause and effect details of walking on this road.
But aside from that, he remembered what happened when he was in the swimming area of the gymnasium.
“Could it be that swimming lessons are a course for athletes to purify themselves and experience pollution?”
In this way, it can explain what Wei Liang said about being held down in the swimming pool by athletes for an hour.
Obviously it is purifying pollution.
Just when he woke up to this level, a distorted and collapsed picture suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. When he came to his senses, he found that his perspective had returned to Mao Feiyang in front of the art building.
The brief interaction ended like this.
At this moment, Mao Feiyang knocked over his easel in a hurry because of his "yesterday self", 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 beads of sweat 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 returned for a moment, 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 clock tower?"
He would like to thank the book friends "He is the Dim Star" and "Ling Xinxi" for their rewards! !
I can’t hold it any longer 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.
I want to ask for a monthly pass, but there are still a few days left. I don’t know if I can get 1,000 monthly passes this month. Woohoo...
(End of this chapter)