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 coins, and then go back."
Mu Daxian was lying on the ground, with his eyes closed, muttering these words as if dreaming.
"It won'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 period of the invasion?
If things start to go downhill like the ebbing tide tomorrow, it is not unreasonable for Mu Daxian to say this.
"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 come yet!"
These words 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, "Who told me Tell you that today is the limit?"
"The night watchman only rang the bell during the day, and the real war has not yet begun!" Mu Daxian curled his lips, "We have to go back to the Art Building tomorrow. The role we can play here is too small. We are really needed in the Art Building."
This confused Mao Feiyang, and made Lin Yi feel even more mysterious about Mu Daxian.
Although today is not the limit of gray mist invasion, it seems like Mu Daxian's limit - at least the limit of what he can do on campus. What can he do to return to the art building tomorrow?
Mao Feiyang has probably overcome the crisis of being besieged by the angel sculpture, and Lin Yi also knows how Mao Feiyang's student commemorative coin was lost, so now he is not worried about Mao Feiyang for the time being, but is starting to wonder what Mu Daxian will 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 were tense in an instant, and 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're freezing, I'm wetting mine, I'll make do with it for one night... Everyone has survived from the angel sculpture, can you please stop tossing it.
Mao Feiyang looked at Mu Daxian resentfully.
But Mu Daxian has already started mixing paint...
"Brother Xian, what are you doing?"
"Color mixing, you are not blind, you can't even see this?"
"Huh?"
"Ah, what, aren't you cold and wet? So let's draw a fire and come out to warm ourselves up..."
"Let me go, so powerful?!"
"Awesome!"
"Awesome!" Mao Feiyang raised his thumbs and said enviously, "I don't know when I will be like you."
"Now."
"Huh??"
"Ah what, I have no strength, you come and draw."
"Huh???"
“Are you fucking practicing phonetic symbols?” Mu Daxian pushed the mixed paint 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 all the extraordinary properties. Your body is already trying its best to "adapt" to help you survive. "
"The fact that you can survive means that your body has repeatedly digested the extraordinary power and constantly exceeded its limits, and now it has almost "adapted" to this intensity... Just like a person who has fired a hundred-stone bow once, he can easily get used to firing a seventy- or eighty-stone bow. ”
“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. The blood and energy in your body will calm down soon. When the water vapor starts to evaporate and take away your body temperature, you may not survive the night..."
"Come on, young man, you don't want the angel sculpture to kill you, and you will freeze to death instead, right?"
Mu Daxian said and sat down on the spot.
Mao Feiyang pursed his lips and walked to the drawing board.
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...the reality had been modified!
"This...?!" Mao Feiyang's eyes widened, "This, this, this...?!"
Mu Daxian's voice came slowly: "The third-year elective course "Spatial Art" in the Art Department "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 affect my performance."
“Huh?”
"Spatial overwriting is to amplify an art student's perception of a certain area. It is equivalent to using extraordinary power to strengthen one's mental power, thus projecting a false realm, covering up the real scene in the original area."
"In the art of disguise, it has been mentioned that the ancients used makeup and props to modify their appearance to achieve the effect of pretending to be real... mine is similar, you can simply think That is, I covered this dead end with a piece of cloth, and we hid under the cloth."
"Ouch...that doesn't make sense." Mao Feiyang shrugged frankly, "No, Brother Xian, just wait. Wait...are our art students really going to class?"
"What else?"
Mao Feiyang said guiltily: "I always thought that the experience would be over in seven days..."
"So others call it an experience student, and you call it an art student... If you want to experience it for seven days and then leave, you have to become an experience student first." 」
「记得我的《路标说》吗，你要推出这条路，才可以变成体验生，但不是我打击你，从目前的情况来看，你多半要艺术生一条路走到黑了……」
「你也不要急，因为目前来"Tell me, you have no chance to take any other route besides being an 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, and we will not force anyone to stay...Art is something that fully embodies freedom."
A gust of wind blew, making Mao Feiyang feel 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 to start.
"Don't doubt yourself, recall the feeling you had when you were painting on the observation deck. Art comes from deep within you. The pen is just a tool for expression, and the paint is only an auxiliary. Don't be obsessed with limited conditions and paint with your heart." Mu Daxian said that he would do nothing, but he still had to give him enough experience.
Mao Feiyang immediately held his breath, his expression was solemn and solemn, 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 be resting, but in fact he had been observing Mao Feiyang. Seeing Mao Feiyang's posture of meditation, he felt satisfied in his heart, secretly thinking that the boy could be taught.
But he didn’t know that the kid’s teachable Mao Feiyang didn’t look empty-eyed, but that he was really in a daze.
When listening to what Mu Daxian said, Mao Feiyang had the feeling that he was confident and could do it on his own, but he realized that he had no idea where to start until he was about to start writing.
Like a person who feels like he can write a novice novel after watching Wu Bu Dou Po. Before he started writing, he felt that he was better than Wu Bai. After he started writing, he realized that he had a really big mess.
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 difficult!
A wisp of dark wind blew by, and Mao Feiyang felt that his body was extremely cold, and all the muscles in his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
「妈的，再难也得动手啊！」
他咬紧牙关，凭借着自己对篝火的理解，试图在画板上画一簇篝火……尽管他还不知道牧大贤是怎么做到覆写空间修改现实的，但好歹人家把两大「法宝」都给自己了。
Hold 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 something coming, so he quickly started painting.
半分钟后，满头冷汗的毛飞扬求助似的看向了牧大贤：「有没有橡皮……」
牧大贤：「……」
"Do you use an eraser for paint?"
Mao Feiyang: "..."
Mu Daxian did not say anything as expected. He glanced at Mao Feiyang and said, "It seems that you are not enough. When you feel that you can't hold it anymore, the desire for warmth will lead you to paint with 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, and then he felt the feeling of being chilled by the wind after his clothes were wet by the rain, and gradually entered the state...
It was too cold...too cold...
He somewhat understood the situation of the little girl selling nuclear bombs, or selling matches, begging for food and light in the ice and snow...
The little match seller lit the match and used the short-term warmth brought by the match to numb herself. At the same time, she fantasized about all the warm and beautiful things. In fact, it was a kind of forced overwriting of cognition. However, she did not have extraordinary power and her spirit was not strong enough. In the end, she was unable to survive that cold night.
Mao Feiyang also gradually changed from understanding the little girl to a little girl...
That’s right, he...slowly lowered the palm holding the paintbrush, and his body temperature began to drop rapidly...
Lin Yi was so anxious that he even hoped that the teaching building would catch fire...
He imagined that the teaching building would burn, with the flames spreading from the elevator room, burning through the bathroom, and then burning 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 the reality from the dream.
"Am I too impatient..." At this moment, Lin Yi seemed to hear Mu Daxian muttering to himself, "Isn't it too difficult for him to take such a big step now?"
Mu Daxian sighed quietly, stood up and slowly walked towards Mao Feiyang.
However, at this moment, Mao Feiyan, who seemed to be dying, suddenly stiffly raised his arm holding the brush, 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 was sitting in front of a heater. The originally dimly lit dead end seemed to be a little brighter at this moment...
Mu Daxian's eyes gradually grew. He gradually widened his eyes and looked at Mao Feiyang in disbelief, with a joyful expression on his face: "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, the brush was flying, the brushwork was flowing, but it didn't touch the drawing board at all...
Even so, with Mao Feiyang's "painting", the temperature in the dead-end street really increased, 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 a sound of thunder came to mind, which made Mao Fei tremble with fright, and shook off the paintbrush with a tremor of his hand.
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.
"Uuuuuu——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 Mao Fei Yang thought that everything was done by himself.
"Okay, okay, don't be moved, you did it yourself!" Mu Daxian patted Mao Feiyang's back, first to calm his emotions, and then slowly said these words.
"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 did not 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 was still a little unable to react for a while, but when he looked at the messy oil stains on the drawing board, he suddenly became confused - Hey, if I 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 swayed, and the cold feeling seemed to seep out from the wall, making people feel trembling.
Thanks to book friend "Lin skylark" for the tip! !
(End of this chapter)