320 seconds countdown,
The little prince exploded in front of his eyes. 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 to read 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 broke away from the cage of the paper.
They threaded each other, the light cones of emotion overlapped each other, love and hate superimposed on each other, like A giant net serves as a hood.
When he used sophisticated calligraphy and painting appraisal techniques to appreciate works of art in the past, the system could always identify a painting from its tiny brushstrokes and ink dots, and place it in his mind. The light curtain is broken down into its most essential elements.
And now,
The light curtain in Gu Weijing's mind actually melted when the fiery words full of emotion written by the great writer fell into it.
It is 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.
The entire universe called "The Little Prince" is installed on the stage of this palace.
The countdown is 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 hand-like physical doll, jumping up and down on the stage of his thinking palace and eager to appear.
They are noisy, they are noisy.
Tide-like 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 author's destiny script, they play their roles in a precise manner.
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 directors and the most devoted veteran actors can only be said to have a superficial understanding of the characters. imitation.
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 in the next instant, Gu Weijing appeared under the baobab tree again, with a rose bud breaking out of the ground at his feet
The plot of the Little Prince is like a stage play being played in fast forward a thousand times.
The ever-changing scenery is like a giant rotating kaleidoscope.
Countless streamers,
Appeared in front of Gu Weijing's eyes.
It is just over 50,000 words, but it contains an infinite space, allowing him to wander through it.
In the real world,
This 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 story was more than all the previous ones combined.
The skills are far from over.
At the 128th second of the countdown,
the script has finished deducing 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, but
St. Exupéry’s fairy tale characters did not disappear with the stage.
They stood 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 was to deepen his overall impression of the entire plot of the little prince.
Then now the system is splitting each individual fairy tale character into small units.
The characters imprisoned in these light groups are all alive.
They are all embodiments of the emotions that Saint-Exupery poured into each character in the work when he created it. Express.
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 you have to do is follow Gu Weijing's thoughts and pour your energy into it.
He can crack the translucent shell surrounding the fairy tale characters again just like cracking an egg.
Gu Weijing can release these vivid and lively souls,
and release them in his writing.
"Hey, what these fairy tale characters look like"
Gu Weijing had just escaped from the busy melodrama, and now he had time to be slightly surprised.
He discovered that, in the temple of thought in front of him, the appearance of the fairy tale characters that the calligraphy and painting appraisal technique had dismantled from the little prince's storybook were actually the same as those of the painting knives he wrote. The characters created in the paintings are exactly the same.
They are 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, “Probably because this is based on my own understanding of these characters."Because of the inspirational bond created"
He looked carefully at these little people in "amber".
The young lady wearing a mini crown had her eyes lowered, and next to her was a shy person. The flowers and leaves of the rose are half hidden in the green calyx, and the four bud-like thorns are arranged in a dense and dense manner by her.
Besides is a fox poking its head
< p>"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 that he didn't have enough time to touch everyone. The deep emotions of a character.
So,
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 pours in,
Foxes and roses surround the palace of thought. When the other characters slowly disappeared, only the little prince in the center remained.
On the surface of the amber eggshell, dozens of images seemed to be frozen in a movie. The films appear one by one, like a revolving door.
They are all different little princes.
Some are watching the sunset, some are watering the roses, and some are watering the roses. The little prince who was talking to the snake
Gu Weijing recognized it. Every frame of film in front of him was a drawing he had made.
These film strings. Get up, it’s all the stories that the little prince experienced in the fairy tale book
“What I want is the cover painting. ”
Gu Weijing looked at these pictures suspended in front of his eyes.
As his thoughts turned,
all other irrelevant drawings were hidden, and the surface of the eggshell flashed The passing pictures stopped, and finally only the picture of the little boy sitting cross-legged on the sand dune and looking at the stars appeared in Gu Weijing's heart.
There was a crisp sound
The pale yellow shell surrounding Xiao Zhengtai shattered.
A large number of gold powder-like particles fell from the cracked light group,
like the sea of sand.
In a matter of seconds, the scenery in the palace of thought changed from deep darkness to a vast sea of sand.
The gravel on the ground took on a sticky golden sheen, and the moon in the sky looked like a golden color. It is a hazy and broken silver coin.
In the night,
the one that is more dazzling than the moon is the bright star not far away. The stars generously project their silvery brilliance to the ground, and the starlight shines all over the earth. There is not even a cloud in the sky, and it is as bright as daytime.
The air containing a little water vapor is dyed like jelly in the bright light. The trembling and slightly sticky unique texture is like
gently applied with a paint knife dipped in titanium white.
"Wow"
Gu Weijing secretly marveled in his heart.
This kind of color does not exist in nature.Late fog in the lake.
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 really a wonderful 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 at hand, and the oil painting knife in his palm felt solid metal.
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.
The two 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 soul that I have been searching for is already close at hand.
The countdown was 92 seconds,
Gu Weijing looked up in his heart.
He easily captured the child sitting sideways on the top of the distant sand dune.
There is no need for Gu Weijing to take a real step. As his mind turns, the perspective automatically zooms in quickly like a telephoto lens, until he suddenly stops in front of the little prince.
What should I do now
Gu Weijing asked himself in his heart.
"Hi"
Maybe say hello first
"You are the little prince. As one of the most famous fairy tale characters in the world, being an idol is a must. It's very hard. May I ask how far your relationship with Ms. Rose has developed?"
"Let me interview you. What kind of thoughts and emotions did Saint-Exupéry contain when he created you? How can I draw it? Your temperament is that shocking feeling. Sir, please tell me some key points."
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, snap your fingers and release magic. With a "pop", it will jump to the canvas in front of you. That would be great.
Unfortunately,
Gu Weijing found that he was unable to do so.
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 little prince to face him face to face.
He was a little anxious.
On the virtual panel, the Muse blessing candle burned down to only a small candle end, and the Arabic numeral prompt above the system changed to56, still decreasing bit by bit.
Less than a minute later,
As the candle goes out, this temple of thought will also disappear.
"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 since he appreciated Renoir’s masterpiece Moulin de la Galette at the ball. The second time when I was using the calligraphy and painting appraisal technique, I heard a voice talking.
The other party's voice was extremely clear,
It was like the tinkling of reeds in a music box, clear and sweet, but strangely did not appear feminine at all, somewhere between that of a church choir. Between the harmonies of children's voices and the chirping of kingfishers in the woods, it penetrates the heart.
"When I am sad, I like to watch the sunset. When I am lonely, I like to watch the stars."
The little prince explained again.
His voice drifted with the wind and was blown away in the surrounding silver night mist, which made him sound more ethereal and unpredictable.
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.
The 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 could not understand.
It was like a wine jar sealed with mud for a thousand years.
Gu Weijing could guess what the little prince was looking at now.
If nothing else happened, 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. He watered the flower every day, ran around her, and found a screen as a wind barrier to prevent the rose from catching the cold.
Later, the little prince came to the earth.
Here,
The little prince finally knew that roses were not precious treasures. They were everywhere in the botanical garden.
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 that rose. The rose I met for the first time.
"What a devoted lover"
p>Gu Weijing thought about this story in his mind, trying 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 must be spoken out
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.
But Rose insisted on putting on airs and would rather drive the little prince away and cry silently.
This little shot himself doesn’t live up to his expectations.
After being driven away, I couldn’t forget the other person, and I was unwilling to go back. I looked at the stars and felt sad all day long.
"Hypocritical"
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