Almighty painter

Chapter 200 Temple of Thought
320 seconds countdown,
"The Little Prince" exploded in front of his eyes, and thousands of texts seemed to be 0s and 1s printed on the hacker's computer screen, sliding rapidly in the light curtain of his mind.

Gu Weijing didn't need to bother reading the 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 escaped from the cage of the paper,

They thread each other, the light cones of emotion overlap each other, love and hate overlap each other, like a giant net under the hood.

When he used the excellent calligraphy and painting appraisal technique to appreciate artworks,
The system can always start a painting from small brushstrokes and ink dots, and split it into the most essential elements on the light curtain in the mind.

And now,
The light curtain in Gu Weijing's mind - it actually melted when the passionate words of the great writer fell into it.

It was no longer a two-dimensional plane like a movie curtain.

The light curtain decomposes and deforms...it becomes a whole living three-dimensional space.

In Gu Weijing's mind, a temple of thinking like a grand theater appeared.

On the stage of this palace—the entire universe called "The Little Prince" is housed.

306 seconds countdown,
Gu Weijing's thinking began to shuttle in 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 appeared in the fairy tale has turned into a hand-like physical doll, bouncing and eagerly appearing on the stage of his thinking hall.

They are noisy, they are noisy.

A tide-like noise emerged around Gu Weijing's mind, like a thousand silver wind chimes swaying in the wind at the same time.

All fairy-tale villains have already been wound up,

According to the fate script written by the author, he plays his own role in a rigorous manner.

All the stage plays that Gu Weijing had seen were completely incomparable to the scene in front of him at this moment.

Compared with the true performances of those laughing and cursing little puppets, even the most profound director and the most ecstatic old drama bones are only worthy of the superficial imitation of the characters.

And Gu Weijing is the only audience of this grand and enthusiastic drama.

In his last breath, he stood on a pocket asteroid B612, which was only the size of a house, and watched the sunset 43 times.In the next second, he had a conversation with the stern-faced strange king, and in a split second, Gu Weijing appeared under the baobab tree again, with a bud of a rose emerging from the ground at his feet...

The storyline of "The Little Prince" is like a stage play being played at a thousand times fast forward.

The ever-changing and colorful scenery is like a huge rotating kaleidoscope.

countless streamers,

Floating in front of Gu Weijing's eyes.

Just over [-] words, but it contains a boundless space, allowing him to wander through it.

in the real world,
This lively stage play lasted about three and a half minutes.

In just three and a half minutes,

Gu Weijing felt that his familiarity with the plot of the whole little prince's story would exceed the sum of all the previous ones.

Skills are far from over.

Countdown to 128 seconds,
The script deduces the last plot in the fairy tale.The curtain fell slowly, and the universe returned to calm again after a short period of excitement.

The sparkling streamer fragments of the stars all disappeared.

There are no cute and exquisite asteroids like oranges, no rose gardens with blooming flowers, no deserts and starry sky.

The end of the song,

But the fairy-tale characters described by Saint-Exupéry did not disappear with the stage.

They stood still in place, covered by earthy yellow translucent light clusters, as if they were sealed in solidified amber.

The hand-made doll floats motionless above Gu Weijing's thought hall, surrounded by a velvet-like deep darkness.

Gu Weijing had a feeling,
If the scene just now deepened his overall impression of the plot of the novel "The Little Prince".

So now the system splits each fairy tale individual character into a small unit.

The imprisoned characters in these light clusters are all alive,

They are all concrete expressions of the emotions poured into each character in the works by Saint-Exupéry when he created them.

A century after the French literati disappeared in a reconnaissance plane, without the help of the system, there would never be another person in the world who could truly touch the real world in the heart of this great writer.

It seems that as long as Gu Weijing's mind is moved, he will pour his energy into it.

Like cracking an egg, he can break the translucent shell that surrounds the fairy tale characters and prevents them from moving.

Gu Weijing can release these lively souls,
Release it under your own pen.

"Hey, what do these fairy tale characters look like..."

Gu Weijing had just escaped from the turmoil of the melodrama, so he had time to be a little surprised.

He found,
In the temple of thinking in front of him, the appearance of the fairy tale characters dismantled from the story book "The Little Prince" by the calligraphy and painting appraisal technique is exactly the same as the characters created on the paintings he created.

Are they all characters created by themselves?

"Although there is not much difference between the two, I thought it would be based on the original illustrations of Saint-Exupéry."

Gu Weijing thought, "Maybe it's because it's an inspirational bond based on my own perception of these characters?"

He stared intently at the villains in the "amber".

The little Zhengtai wearing a miniature crown lowered her eyes, and beside her was a shy rose, the flowers and leaves were half hidden in the green calyx, and the four bud-like thorns were carefully arranged by her.

Next to it is a fox poking its head...

"These fairy tale characters I drew are so cute!" Gu Weijing felt complacent for a moment, pursed his lips, and praised himself with satisfaction.

He knows he doesn't have enough time to get to the depths of each character's emotions.

then,

Gu Weijing focused all his attention on the most important protagonist in the fairy tale, the little prince.

At this time, there are 101 seconds left in the duration of the small candle of blessing of the Muse.

With his spirit poured out,

Foxes, roses and other characters around the hall of thinking slowly dissipate.

Only the little prince in the middle is left.

On the surface of the light cluster that looks like an amber eggshell, dozens of pictures appear one by one like frozen film, flowing like a revolving lantern.

They are all different little princes.

There is the little prince watching the sunset, the little prince watering the roses, and the little prince talking to the snake...

Gu Weijing recognized it, and every frame of film in front of him was a picture he had drawn with a knife.

These films are strung together to form all the stories that the little prince experienced in the fairy tale book.

"What I want is... a cover art."

Gu Weijing looked at the pictures floating in front of his eyes.

thoughts turn,

All other irrelevant sketches disappeared, and the images flashing on the surface of the eggshell stopped, and finally only the image of the little boy sitting cross-legged on the sand dune watching the stars remained in Gu Weijing's mind.

"Crack!" There was a crisp sound.

The light yellow shell wrapped around the little Zhengtai was broken.

A large number of gold powder-like particles fell from the cracked light clusters one after another,

Like the sea like sand.

In a short time, the scenery in the thinking hall changed from deep darkness to a vast sea of ​​sand.

The sand and gravel on the ground had a viscous, golden luster, and the moon in the sky looked 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 casts silver radiance 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 with a little water vapor is in the bright light, and it is dyed like jelly, with a slightly sticky unique texture, just like...

Apply lightly with a painting knife dipped in titanium white.

"Wow!"

Gu Weijing was quietly amazed in his heart.

There is no evening fog of this color in nature.

Unless it is a new explosion of superstars in the constellation Centaurus, 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 the bedroom at home.

He could see the blank canvas in front of him, the squeezed paint on the palette at hand, and the solid metal texture of the oil painting knife in his hand.

But at the same time,

In his heart, another pair of eyes opened, and what he saw was the yellow sand in the desert, the bright moon and the lone star.

Both worlds are equally real.

Gu Weijing's heartbeat accelerated involuntarily.

at this time,

He had a very definite premonition in his mind.

The last touch that touches my heart that I have been looking for is already approaching.

92 seconds countdown,
Gu Weijing looked up in his heart.

He easily caught the child sitting sideways on the top of the sand dune in the distance.

There is no need to take a serious step, as the mind turns, the angle of view is automatically zoomed in quickly like a telephoto lens, and it does not stop suddenly until the little prince is in front of him.

now what do i do...

Gu Weijing asked himself in his heart.

"Hi?"

Maybe say hello first?
"You are the little prince, right? As one of the most famous fairy tale characters in the world, being an idol must be very hard, right? May I ask how far your relationship with Ms. Rose has developed?"

"Interview, what kind of thoughts and emotions did Saint-Exupéry contain when he created you? How can I draw your temperament...is that kind of shocking feeling? Please help! Can you follow me? Let me talk about the key points!"

Gu Weijing began to think wildly in his mind.

He felt that he needed to hurry up and have a heart-to-heart talk with this young lady.

If only the little prince could tell him the essentials of painting directly.

Or... more directly, snap your fingers like releasing magic, and with a click, it will obediently jump onto the canvas in front of you, that would be great.

Regrettably,

Gu Weijing found himself unable to do so.

There was an invisible wall of air blocking him, at most a few meters in front of the little prince, so he could only stop approaching.

The camera is fixed to the point of view in his cover art.

Gu Weijing could only see one side face.

He couldn't communicate directly with the other party, and he couldn't even move to the little prince's face to meet him face to face.

He was a little anxious.

On the virtual panel, there is only one small candle left on the Muse blessing candle, and the Arabic numeral prompt on the top of the system has changed to [56], which is still decreasing bit by bit.

After less than 1 minute,
As the candle goes out, so does the temple of thought.

"Please don't talk...I want to watch my stars quietly."

The little prince spoke suddenly.

Gu Weijing didn't know if this was just a dream created by the system.

But he really heard the little prince talking!

This is since he didn't know that he appreciated Reano's masterpiece "The Ball at the Pancake Mill".The second time when I used the painting and calligraphy identification technique, I heard a voice talking.

The other party's voice was very clear,
Like the reed ding-dong in a music box, it is clear and sweet, but strangely, it does not appear to be any feminine. It is between the children's voice harmony in the church choir and the kingfisher's chirping in the woods, and it penetrates the bottom of my heart.

"When I'm sad, I like to watch the sunset. When I'm alone, I like to look at the stars."

The little prince explained again.

His voice drifted with the wind and was blown into the surrounding silvery night mist, which made him sound more ethereal and incomprehensible.

After saying this, the little boy in 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 his side face.

The little prince looked like a ten-year-old boy, and he was dressed like a child who hadn't grown up.

But there was a deep emotion in the eyes of the other party that Gu Weijing couldn't understand,

It's like a wine jar that has been sealed with mud for thousands of years.

Gu Weijing could guess what the little prince was looking at now.

If nothing else happened, the other party was looking at the rose he had watered.

In the background of this fairy tale, there is a pretty and sensitive flower growing on the home planet of the little prince.

The little prince had never seen such a delicate and beautiful flower on the planet, with five carmine-colored petals and four emerald-colored thorns.

The little prince fell in love with the rose the 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 the cold.

Later, the little prince came to the earth.

it's here,
The little prince finally knew that roses were not precious treasures, and the botanical garden was full of such flowers.

Four thorns, five thorns, six thorns, how beautiful are there.

He can easily pick off five thousand flowers that are exactly the same as the rose he fell in love with, but he still looks up at the sky every night, looks at his hometown, and imagines the rose he met for the first time.

"What a devoted lover!"

Gu Weijing was thinking 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 fairy tales, they all portrayed some stories about idiots and resentment.

Love is about to be spoken out!
The little prince and Rose on the B612, the two clearly love each other to the death, but they are shy and don't tell the truth.

The little prince ran around for the rose like a licking dog all day long.

Rose insisted on putting on airs, preferring to cry silently after driving the little prince away.

This little gentleman is not up to his expectations.

Being driven away, I can't forget the other party, and I don't want to go back, and I feel sad for the starry sky all day long.

"Hypocritical!"

Gu Weijing curled his lips, and he commented more than once in private.

　Ahhh, this plot has not been finished today, I can't bear it myself.

　　Very sorry.

　　This very important painting is not very easy to write, and I got stuck several times. It is the last half hour of the battle. Readers, grandparents, please understand.

　　By the way, big sister Anna will be on stage tomorrow!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)