After arriving on the tenth floor, Ji Le found himself standing at the end of a very long corridor.
The style of painting here has not changed to that of an oil painting. The walls, floors, and ceilings are all made of realistic materials, but Ji Le knows that he is still in Bai Bo's box scene.
Ji Le had seen the original appearance of the tenth floor of the hospital before. There was no way it was just such an endless corridor.
This corridor is completely white, with lily-shaped chandeliers hanging on the ceiling, and oil paintings hanging on the walls on both sides. Each oil painting is framed in a beautiful frame, and there are lights underneath that match the color of the picture to enhance the atmosphere.
Ji Le opened his eyes slightly, he was a little excited.
This is obviously the legendary art exhibition. It is said that people in the past would put the created artworks together in a certain exhibition hall for all people who love art to watch.
But now, almost all works can be found on the Utopia Network. When you want to see them, you can directly project them and they will appear before your eyes. This is indeed very convenient, but the problem is that it lacks the atmosphere of appreciating paintings in an exhibition hall.
"Well, that's right. We don't need that kind of atmosphere now. Whether it's making art or going to art exhibitions, in the eyes of the public, it's always useless, and society doesn't encourage people to waste time on it."
Ji Le walked towards these paintings, admiring them carefully with a relaxed attitude.
"Although I say so, it is true that art cannot affect people's food, clothing, housing and transportation, nor can it promote the development of science and technology, but I always feel that what is currently being advocated is not quite right." Glasses Li suddenly appeared and answered.
Glasses Li stood in front of the nearest painting and nodded frequently to it.
"What do you think of his painting?" Ji Le walked over. "Is she suitable to be our main beauty?"
"I'm just a program, and I know the art of p." Glasses Li replied. "Shouldn't it be up to you, the producer, to judge whether he is suitable?"
"As your future colleague, shouldn't I ask for your opinion?" Ji Le replied. "Otherwise you two have different opinions and just open the box. I can't stand it. I still want to live."
"It's up to you. I won't take the blame." Glasses Li rolled his eyes and disappeared.
"I quite like Bai Bo." Ji Le looked at the painting. "He painted me very handsome."
The content of this painting is exactly what Ji Le looked like when he was on the fifth floor.
At the door of Dr. Wen's office, Ji Le stood motionless, watching the person in front of him being erased bit by bit. ,
Walking along the corridor, the content of the second painting happened to be what Ji Le looked like when he was on the sixth floor.
Ji Le in the painting fits perfectly with the background and is not obtrusive at all.
The protagonist of this entire corridor painting is Ji Le. The content is Ji Le's experience from the fifth floor to the tenth floor. The artist is very good at finding angles to show a static painting with a story.
In every painting, Ji Le has a relaxed expression, as if he is visiting an art exhibition, and even enjoying it.
Ji Le was a little surprised when he saw himself in the painting.
"The emotions expressed in each painting are so accurate. Seeing these paintings is like seeing the true self." Ji Le became more and more satisfied with the painter named Bai Bo. "The most important thing is that in every painting, he makes me look very handsome."
Unknowingly, Ji Le stood in front of the painting for a long time. When he reacted, he found that the scene around him had changed.
The white corridor, the air smelling of disinfectant, the door with the ward number, and the crisp sound of medicine bottles clinking together. That's right, Ji Le returned to the hospital, where he was among busy doctors and painful patients.
Both the environment and the people are what they look like in reality and have not turned into oil paintings.
"Am I back to reality?"
The projection technology was so real that even Ji Le couldn't distinguish between reality and virtual illusion in an instant.
But when he saw his slender hands, white uniform, and the needle in his hand, he knew that he was still in Bai Bo's personality box scene.
He looked at the glass next to him.
Wow, so exciting!
What was shown in the glass was a little girl wearing a nurse's uniform, with short hair and a little baby fat on her face. And this little girl Ji Le had just met her before.
Diane.
He became Diane.
"Diane, it's time to go for ward rounds and see how the patient in Ward 1003 is doing?"
"Okay." Ji Le felt that things were starting to get interesting. In other words, Bai Bo, the creator of this box scene, really gave him a big surprise.
Compared to Glasses Li, Ji Leke really likes this painter too much.
Ji Le raised his hand, straightened his nurse's hat, and walked to Ward 1003 with the medicine bottle and syringe.
"If Glasses Li's appeal is to oppose corporate tyranny, then what does Bai Bo want to do?" Ji Le wanted to figure it out, but there was too much information in the Bai Bo box scene, and it was difficult for him to extract a key point. .
Arriving at room 1003, Ji Le knocked on the door.
"Please come in." A gentle voice came from inside.
"It's time for the injection." Ji Le walked into the ward and observed the surrounding environment calmly.
This is not so much a ward as a studio. Even when he was hospitalized, Bai Bo still had paints and drawing boards in his room.
On the bed next to the window, Bai Bo, who was wearing a neat hospital gown, looked at Ji Le, or at nurse Dai An.
"Ah, I'm sorry, can I put the drawing board here?"
Ji Le stared at Bai Bo. The patient information that popped up showed that he was 25 years old, but in fact, Bai Bo looked much younger, like a boy of 17 or 18 years old.
Although he is sick, his overall mental state is still very good.
No... Ji Le suddenly realized that maybe in the eyes of the world, Bai Bo was sick, but in fact, Bai Bo was just used to expressing his feelings directly.
However, Bai Bo seems to be easily affected by the surrounding environment. He does not feel that he is normal, and he is even actively undergoing treatment.
Ji Le looked at the drawing board. On the drawing board was the outline of a girl, with no face and no color yet.
"Is it me you drew?" Ji Le asked directly.
There was a trace of panic in Bai Bo's eyes, but more of it was surprise: "I thought you would ask me who I painted."
"I'm used to asking directly." Ji Le said. "So it's me you're painting? Do you like this girl - me?"
Sunlight, white screen windows, white wards, half-finished paintings, and a shy young man who looked very juvenile - all this hazy atmosphere was destroyed by Ji Le's single shot.
Ji Le felt that since he had become Diane, how could he still develop according to the original script?
"I just think you should be more lively than you appear." Bai Bo selectively ignored Ji Le's words. "I will draw a picture for you, and you will see yourself that you don't know."
"I like your paintings, but can you stop painting people's psychological states all the time?" Ji Le discovered that Bai Bo's paintings like to directly expose people's buried emotions, which is very important to the person involved. Said, very uncomfortable.
Just like in that corridor, every picture reveals Ji Le's true state of mind.
The portrait of Diane also depicts Diane's lively and lovely character under the repressed appearance.
"..." Bai Bo fell silent.
Ji Le noticed that veins seemed to pop out on his temples.
