Countdown to 320 seconds,
"The Little Prince" exploded in front of his eyes, and thousands of texts seemed to be 0s and 1s made by a hacker's computer screen, sliding rapidly in the light curtain of his mind.
Gu Weijing didn't need to bother reading these letters and words one by one.
Every sentence, every line and paragraph written by Saint-Exupéry resounded in his heart at the same time.
In a moment,
The words escape from the cage of paper,
They feed each other, the light cones of emotion overlap each other, love and hate overlap each other, like a giant net under the hood.
In the past, when he used sophisticated calligraphy and painting appraisal techniques to appreciate works of art,
The system can always break down a painting into its most essential elements starting from tiny brush strokes and ink dots on the light screen in the mind.
And now,
The light curtain in Gu Weijing's mind - it actually melted when the emotional and fiery words written by the great writer fell into it.
It's no longer a two-dimensional plane like a movie screen.
The light curtain decomposes and deforms... into a living three-dimensional space.
A magnificent theater-like temple of thought appeared in Gu Weijing's mind.
On the stage of this palace - there is the entire universe called "The Little Prince".
Countdown to 306 seconds,
Gu Weijing's thoughts began to shuttle through the universe woven by the giant web of words.
The little prince, the king, the rose, the fox and the drunkard.
Every character whose name appears in the fairy tale has been transformed into a figurine-like physical doll, jumping up and down on the stage of his thinking palace and eager to appear.
They are noisy, they are noisy.
A flood of noise surged around Gu Weijing's mind, like a thousand silver wind chimes swaying in the wind at the same time.
All the fairy tale villains have been wound up,
According to the destiny script written by the author, he plays his role strictly.
All the stage plays Gu Weijing had ever seen were completely incomparable to the scene in front of him at this moment.
Compared with the true performances of those laughing and scolding little puppets, even the most profound director and the most devoted veteran actor can only be called a superficial imitation of the characters.
And Gu Weijing is the only audience of this grand and passionate drama.
In his last breath, he stood on a pocket asteroid B612, which was only the size of a house, and watched forty-three sunsets. The next second, he was talking to the strange king with a straight face, and the next moment, Gu Weijing appeared under the baobab tree again, with a rose bud sprouting out of the ground at his feet...
The plot of "The Little Prince" is like a stage play being played in a thousand times speed.
The ever-changing scenery is like a giant rotating kaleidoscope.
Countless streams of light,
appeared in front of Gu Weijing's eyes.
It is just over 50,000 words, but it contains boundless space, allowing him to wander through it.
In the real world,
The lively stage play lasted about three and a half minutes.
In just these three and a half minutes,
Gu Weijing felt that his familiarity with the entire plot of the little prince's story was more than all the previous ones combined.
The skills are far from over.
Countdown to the 128th second,
The script has deduced the last plot of the fairy tale. The curtain slowly fell, and the universe returned to calm again after a brief period of excitement.
The shining fragments of stars disappeared.
There are no more cute and exquisite asteroids like oranges, no more rose gardens with blooming flowers, no more deserts and starry skies.
The song ends and people disperse,
However, Saint-Exupéry's fairy tale characters did not disappear with the stage.
They were still in place, covered by an earthy yellow translucent light group, and seemed to be sealed in solidified amber.
The hand-made doll floated motionless above Gu Weijing's palace of thought, surrounded by darkness as deep as velvet cloth.
Gu Weijing had a feeling,
What if the scene just now allowed him to deepen his overall impression of the entire plot of "The Little Prince".
So now the system is splitting each fairy tale individual character into small units.
The characters imprisoned in these light groups are all alive,
They are all concrete expressions of the emotions that Saint-Exupéry poured into each character in his works when he created them.
A century after the French scholar disappeared while flying a reconnaissance plane, without the help of the system, there would never have been another person in the world who could have so truly touched the inner world of this great writer.
It seems that all he needs to do is follow Gu Weijing's thoughts and pour his energy into it.
Just like cracking an egg, he can crack the translucent shell surrounding the fairy tale characters and hindering their movements again.
Gu Weijing can release these vivid and lively souls,
Release in your own writing.
"Hey, what these fairy tale characters look like..."
Gu Weijing had just freed his mind from the busy melodrama, and now he had time to be slightly surprised.
He found,
In the temple of thought in front of him, the appearance of the fairy tale characters disassembled from the storybook "The Little Prince" by the calligraphy and painting appraisal technique turned out to be exactly the same as the characters created in his paintings.
Are they all characters created by themselves?
"Although there is not much difference between the two, I thought it would be based on Saint-Exupéry's original illustrations."
Gu Weijing thought, "Maybe it's because this is an inspirational bond based on my own understanding of these characters?"
He looked carefully at these little people in "amber".
The young lady wearing a mini crown has her eyes lowered, and next to her are shy roses. The flowers and leaves are half hidden in the green calyx, and the four bud-like thorns are arranged in a dense and dense manner by her careful care.
Next to it is the fox peeping his head...
"These fairy tale characters I drew are so cute!" Gu Weijing felt proud for a moment, pursed his lips, and praised himself with satisfaction.
He knew he didn't have enough time to touch the deep emotions of each character.
then,
Gu Weijing focused all his attention on the most important protagonist in the fairy tale, the little prince.
At this time, there are still 101 seconds left in the duration of the Muse's blessing candle.
As his spirit poured out,
Fox, Rose and other characters slowly disappeared around the Hall of Thought.
Only the little prince in the center is left.
On the surface of the light group that looks like an amber eggshell, dozens of pictures appear one by one like solidified film reels, flowing like a revolving lantern.
They are all different little princes.
There is a little prince who is watching the sunset, a little prince who is watering the roses, and a little prince who is talking to the snake...
Gu Weijing recognized it. Every frame of film in front of him was a painting he had painted with a knife.
These films, strung together, represent all the stories the little prince experienced in the fairy tale book.
"What I want is...a cover painting."
Gu Weijing looked at these pictures floating in front of him.
Thoughts turn,
All other irrelevant drawings disappeared, and the picture flashing on the surface of the eggshell stopped. In the end, only the scene of the little boy sitting cross-legged on the sand dune and watching the stars emerged in Gu Weijing's heart.
"Bang!" There was a crisp sound.
The light yellow shell wrapped around the little shot was shattered.
A large number of gold powder-like particles scattered from the cracked light group,
Like the sea and sand.
In the blink of an eye, the scenery in the palace of thought changed from deep darkness to a vast sea of sand.
The gravel on the ground has a sticky golden sheen, and the moon in the sky is like a hazy and broken silver coin.
in the night,
What is more dazzling than the moon is the star not far away.
The bright pole star generously projects its silvery brilliance to the ground, and the starlight shines on the earth. There is not even a cloud in the sky, and it is as bright as day.
The air containing a little water vapor is dyed in the bright light, with a jelly-like quivering and slightly sticky unique texture, just like...
Apply lightly with a paint knife dipped in titanium white.
"Wow!"
Gu Weijing secretly marveled in his heart.
Late fog of this color does not exist in nature.
Unless there is a new explosion of a super star in the constellation Centauri, there cannot be a star brighter than the moon.
Surrounded by the world in his paintings.
This is truly an amazing feeling that cannot be described in words!
Gu Weijing clearly knew that his body was sitting next to the desk in his bedroom at home.
He could see the blank canvas in front of him. There were squeezed paints on the palette in his hand, and the oil painting knife in his palm had a solid metallic texture.
But at the same time,
In his heart, another pair of eyes opened, and what he saw was the yellow sand of the desert, the bright moon and the lonely stars.
Both worlds are equally real.
Gu Weijing's heartbeat accelerated involuntarily.
at this time,
He had a very certain premonition in his mind.
The last touch that touches my heart that I have been searching for is already very close.
Countdown to 92 seconds,
Gu Weijing looked up in his heart.
He easily captured the child sitting sideways on the top of a distant sand dune.
There was no need for Gu Weijing to really take a step. As his mind turned, the perspective automatically zoomed in quickly like a telephoto lens, until he suddenly stopped in front of the little prince.
What should I do now...
Gu Weijing asked himself in his heart.
"Hi?"
Maybe say hi first?
"You are the little prince, right? As one of the most famous fairy tale characters in the world, being an idol must be hard, right? How far has your relationship with Ms. Rose developed?"
"Let me interview you. What thoughts and emotions did Saint-Exupéry have when he created you? How can I draw your temperament...that shocking feeling? Please help me! Can you follow me? Let me talk about some key points and so on!"
Gu Weijing began to have random thoughts in his mind.
He felt that he needed to seize the time to have a heart-to-heart talk with this young lady.
If only the little prince could directly tell him the key points of painting.
Or... to be more direct, just snap your fingers and it will jump to the canvas in front of you with a "pop" like magic. That would be great.
Regrettably,
Gu Weijing found that he could not do this.
There was an invisible wall of air blocking him. He could only stop approaching when he was at most a few meters in front of the little prince.
The camera is fixed to the perspective of his cover painting.
Gu Weijing could only see a side face.
He could neither communicate directly with the other party, nor even move to the front of the little prince to face him.
He was a little anxious.
On the virtual panel, the Muse's blessing candle burned down to only a small candle end, and the Arabic numeral prompt above the system changed to [56], which was still decreasing bit by bit.
Less than a minute later,
As the candle goes out, so does this temple of thought.
"Please don't talk... I want to quietly look at my stars."
The little prince suddenly spoke.
Gu Weijing didn't know if this was just an illusion created by the system.
But he really heard the little prince speak!
This was the first time he had appreciated Renoir's masterpiece "The Ball at the Moulin de la Crepe" without realizing it. The second time when I was using the calligraphy and painting appraisal technique, I heard a voice speaking.
The other party's voice was extremely clear,
Like the tinkling of reeds in a music box, it is clear and sweet, but strangely does not appear feminine at all. It is somewhere between the harmony of children's voices in a church choir and the chirping of kingfishers in the woods, and penetrates the heart.
"When I'm sad, I like to watch the sunset. When I'm lonely, I like to watch the stars."
The little prince explained again.
His voice floated in the wind and was blown away in the surrounding silver night mist, which made him sound more elusive and elusive.
After saying this, the little boy wearing a shirt and a childish bow tie stopped talking.
The other party quietly raised his head and stared at the stars in the sky.
Starlight hit the side of his face.
The little prince looks like a ten-year-old boy, and he is dressed like a child who has not grown up.
But there was a deep emotion in the other person's eyes that Gu Weijing couldn't understand.
It's like a wine jar sealed with mud for thousands of years.
Gu Weijing could guess what the little prince was looking at now.
If nothing else, the other person was looking at the rose he had watered.
In the background of this fairy tale, there is a beautiful and sensitive flower growing on the little prince's home planet.
The little prince had never seen such a beautiful flower on the planet, with five rouge-colored petals and four green thorns.
The little prince fell in love with the rose the first moment it bloomed.
He regarded her as a rare treasure, watered the flower every day, ran around her, and found a screen as a wind barrier to prevent the rose from getting cold.
Later, the little prince came to the earth.
it's here,
The little prince finally learned that roses were not precious treasures. They were everywhere in the botanical garden.
There are four-thorned ones, five-thorned ones, six-thorned ones, there are all kinds of beautiful ones.
He could easily pick off five thousand flowers that looked exactly like the rose he fell in love with, but he still looked up at the sky every night, stared at his hometown, and imagined the rose he met for the first time.
"What a dedicated lover!"
Gu Weijing thought about this story in his mind and tried to feel the mood of the boy in front of him.
In fact, when he was painting, he always felt that the stories written by Saint-Exupéry were too literary and youthful. Although they were said to be fairy tales, they all depicted stories of infatuated men and resentful women.
Love needs to be expressed!
The little prince and rose on board B612, they clearly love each other desperately, but they are too shy to tell the truth.
The little prince ran around for the rose like a licking dog all day long.
Rose insisted on putting on airs and would rather drive the little prince away and cry silently.
This young lady herself is not up to expectations.
After being driven away, I can't forget the other person, and I don't want to go back. I look at the stars and feel sad all day long.
"Hypocritical!"
Gu Weijing curled his lips and commented like this more than once in private.
Ahhhh, this plot hasn’t been finished yet today, I feel like I can’t bear it.
Very sorry.
This very important painting is not very easy to write. I got stuck several times. Considering that the battle took place for the last half hour, please readers can understand.
By the way, big sister Anna will appear tomorrow!
(End of chapter)
