[Science Fiction] Escape from Paint City

After that, the two didn't speak any more.Tan Lin took out the violin from the violin case, adjusted the bow, smeared it with rosin, put the violin on the body, and put on the bow.Every step is done very skillfully, with ease and without rush.

Slowly flowing between the strings is a romantic song in G major, which is affectionate and nostalgic.The early morning wind blows through the forest, skims over the water, circling and jumping in the air, and finally turns into a gentle palm, caressing the lover's face.

The flow of air slowed down, and time seemed to have no sense of existence.Shui Chen felt that her soul could no longer be restrained by her body, it turned into dots of fluorescent light, and followed the music to wherever she wanted to go.Then, everything has no meaning, only art exists.

Shuichen quickly set up the easel, and squeezed out paint on the palette.After mixing and mixing thoroughly, he was unable to write for a long time.

Shui Chen's heart was almost insane.Everything in front of him was so beautiful, but he wasted four or five canvases in a row.After the first stroke every time, I know it won't work.

Perhaps the shock this time was too great, Shui Chen thought, since Tan Ling died, he never touched oil painting again, and his perception of color inevitably declined.It's okay, there are still opportunities in the future.

He threw the oil painting tools aside, took out new drawing paper and various types of pencils, and started sketching.Now it is much smoother, the brush moves faster and slower with the rhythm of the music, and finally the whole painting is completed in one go.

Qin Chen's zither playing doesn't stop, and Shui Chen's paintbrush doesn't stop either.The sky, the sun, the breeze, the spring water, the woods, the grass, and the boy playing the violin in front of him have all become the works of Shuichen.One after another, one after another.

They didn't communicate like this, they created and played, from the rising sun to the bright sun, and then to the setting sun.It seems that you don't feel tired or hungry, you just need to immerse yourself in your own art world.

It wasn't until the light was swallowed up by the darkness again, everything returned to silence, and even the ding-dong of the spring became soft, that the two finally stopped, fell down on the green grass together, and laughed heartily.

"It's been a long, long time since I felt so comfortable."

Shui Chen looked at the red clouds in the sky, rubbed his sore wrists and fingers, and sighed.

"Brother Chen, let's continue tomorrow."

Tan Chen followed Shui Chen's gaze, and saw large expanses of clouds that were reddened by the setting sun, so light that they seemed to disperse when blown.

"Then what do you think of today?"

"Do you think about it, is it important? Isn't it important that two people enjoy the time of art together?"

"That's true."

Shui Chen replied, then crossed his fingers, pillowed it behind his head, and started humming an out-of-tune tune.

It wasn't until the setting sun was about to sink into Yugu that the two of them packed up their things and returned to the cabin.On the wooden table, there was already food delivered by the Science Affairs Office at an unknown time.

"I think tomorrow will still be a sunny day, let's continue tomorrow."

Qin Chen suggested, and Shui Chen readily agreed, recalling his frenzied state during the day.

The two hurriedly ate something to fill their stomachs, and then talked about their feelings during the day.The conversation was not over until the white candle in the lampshade burned to the end and turned into a pile of white wax.

The bed in the cabin is very small and can only accommodate one person lying flat.Fortunately, there was a set of thin quilts on the top of the closet, which might have been brought over by the Science Affairs Office during the day.Shuichen made the floor, and Tan Ling slept on the bed and the other under the bed.

The next day was indeed a sunny day, and the two of them took their painting tools and violin to the edge of the pond.And then the third day, the fourth day...

The sun is so bright every day, it's like there's never bad weather here.Every day is a repetition of the first day, even Shui Chen can't tell how many days he has stayed here.He and Tan Xing have traveled to every corner of Yixin.

Apart from painting, there are fewer and fewer things in his mind, and the conversation with Tan Ling is only related to art, as if he has forgotten his idea of ​​bringing Tan Ling out of a letter.

However, Shui Chen was not completely trouble free.From day one, he has been unable to paint in oil.No matter how much passion stirred up in his heart, how much indescribably touched he was by the beauty in front of him, when he picked up the palette, the canvas was still blank.

This fact made him anxious.He has never doubted his talent for painting. When he thinks of Tan Lin in the past, he still has a lot of inspiration. It's just that he is in this place now, but he doesn't have the slightest desire to write.

What made him start to feel something was wrong was Tan Ling's musical talent.

He is as confident in Tan Lin's musical talent as he is in his own painting talent.Tan Lin loves everyone's famous songs, but he prefers to compose by himself. In his own words, "every note created by myself can carry my truest emotions."

In recent days, Qin Chen played famous songs and the ones he wrote before. When Shuichen found out, he asked him, "Don't you write new ones?"

Tan Lin hesitated for a while, then smiled and said to him: "I have some inspiration, but I haven't had time to write it down yet."

At that time, I didn't know if it was an illusion, but Shui Chen felt that the smile on Tan Chen's face was a little stiff.

A few days later, the new movement was finished, and Tan Chen excitedly showed it to Shuichen.Shui Chen hummed a few verses, feeling that the style is still Tan Chen's style, but the melody lacks the heart-warming part.

The most touching thing in Tan Lin's works is the impact on the soul. It may be simple or not so pleasant, but it can make people deeply immersed in it, and feel that every cell in the body is vibrating.

The one in front of him made Shuichen feel no fluctuation in his heart.He thought for a while, and said to Tan Chen, "I want to hear you play a new piece."

Perhaps it was because Shui Chen's tone was too calm, which was completely different from the state where he seemed to be shining when he talked about art before. Tan Chen also seemed a little reluctant, but in the end he played the piano at Shui Chen's insistence.

The moment the piano sounded, Shui Chen suddenly wanted to laugh.He was so blind before that he would confuse the fake in front of him with the real Tan Chen.

Of course, the person in front of him has the same body shape, the same demeanor, and the same style of playing the piano as Tan Chen.But he lacks the aura of Tan Teng's composition. This kind of aura cannot be imitated, but sporadic sparks excavated from the depths of the soul.In contrast, the creation of counterfeit goods is like a burning fire, although it is dazzling, it loses the meaning of searching.

Thinking in this way, Shui Chen suddenly understood why he couldn't make oil paintings. Even if false things are charming, they are never worth filling in.

This is probably the stubbornness of the artist, just relying on the so-called inner feelings to judge the real and the fake.

Shui Chen's expressionless face made Tan Chen's performance slower and slower, and finally stopped.Fake Tan Chen asked Shui Chen cautiously: "Brother Chen, is there something wrong?"

Shui Chen didn't answer him, but instead asked: "Are you still unable to remember anything?"

Fake Tan Zhen shook his head, and then hesitantly said: "But it seems that I can vaguely remember something. I used to be in poor health and seldom go out. You came to my house to find me?"

Such an answer made Shui Chen sneer inwardly, Fake Tan Chen has been deliberately pretending that he has no memory, and it seems that he doesn't want him to leave Yixin, so he just wants to leave.

"Yes, can you think of more?"

Shuichen still had a cold face, not aware of the excitement that Tan Chen was starting to recover his memory.

Fake Tan Ling became more embarrassed at this time, shrank his body, and said, "No more. Brother Chen, do you not believe me? Or did I do something wrong?"

This pitiful gesture made Shui Chen sick in his heart.Although Qin Xun was sick and weak, he never put himself in a weak position.He has the arrogance of an artist in his bones. If he is questioned or treated coldly by others, he will walk away, and he will never flatter him like this.

He didn't bother about the cute and pitiful gesture of fake Tan Chen, and he didn't listen to him say more words that seemed to blame himself, and said bluntly: "I want to leave."

The expression of Fake Tan Chen froze all of a sudden, a hint of ferocity climbed up his face, and was forcibly suppressed again.

"Why? Brother Chen, do you ignore me?"

After speaking about leaving, Shuichen turned around and left without further explanation.

"Brother Chen—"

Fake Tan Chen shouted heart-piercingly behind him, startling a flock of birds in the forest.

Based on his impression, Shuichen chose the path he took on the first day, and his footsteps became faster and faster, and the voice of the fake Tan Xun also gradually dissipated.

Not long after walking, the group of blue-light people who only appeared on the first day stopped in front of Shuichen, and the rickety old man at the head said with a somewhat accusatory tone: "Young man, how can you leave me behind?"

"That's right, I heard Xiao Lin yelling behind him a lot, but he ignored it."

"A while ago, I agreed to accompany brother Xun to recover my memory, but I forgot the promise I made in a blink of an eye."

"I'm sorry, Brother Xi, you are a bad person!"

The other Blu-ray people also echoed, and the little girl in the red skirt stared at Shui Chen viciously.But no one really came forward to teach him a lesson.

Seeing this group of blue light people now, Shui Chen can be sure that they appeared on purpose to bring him to the place where the fake Tan Ling was.Now seeing that he was leaving, he couldn't wait to get out again, trying to force him back.

Shuichen ignored them, pushed aside the crowd and started rushing forward.

The body of the Blu-ray man feels cold and viscous, like some kind of disgusting liquid.Shuichen ran forward and kept rubbing his palms.

The blue-light man behind him started shouting and chasing after him, but Shuichen didn't care about it, and only accelerated his running speed.

After running for an unknown amount of time, the shouting behind him disappeared, Shui Chen stopped, and found that the man of blue light had long since disappeared.However, there are still endless ancient trees around him, making it difficult to tell the difference between the south, the south, the north, and the exit.

The continuous running just now reminded Shuichen of the memory of walking in the dark at first.He closed his eyes, felt the sense of light in all directions, and chose the side he thought was darker to move forward.

Then he walked for an unknown amount of time, until the sun might have set, the woods had returned to darkness, and he couldn't touch anything, and he could feel the soft and smooth ground.

Accustomed to the road without obstacles, Shuichen just walked forward like this, moving his legs numbly.

Suddenly, he tripped over something and fell to the ground, his whole body became weak and weak.He tried to move his fingers, trying to direct his body to move.

At this moment, he heard a low and anxious voice.

"Brother Chen, are you awake?"

The author has something to say: In this chapter, it is quickly revealed that the fake Qin Chen appeared, and this counterfeit is the bitch white lotus [hhh] Because the Science Affairs Office misunderstood the Tan Chen in Shuichen's memory, so it was created The image of the fakes that come out is also different.Both Qin Chen and Shui Chen are actually admirers of the truth school.Brother Chen's attitude towards the white lotus is really ruthless like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, it's so cool to ignore it!

When I wrote the romance in G major, I thought I was writing a music review【hhh】

In fact, every time the Science and Technology Office sets up a world for Shuichen, I feel super cool~

--small theater--

Shuichen: What about your new composition?

Fake Qin Chen (in a panic): Don’t worry, I’m still thinking (actually: How can I search the Qin Chen music library and splice a new song quickly! Wait online!)

【After the song is made】

Shuichen: Not satisfied!You play it out and listen to it, and if it's not bad, let it pass.

Fake Tan Chen pretends to be calm and imitates Qin Chen's style.

【End of playing】

Shui Chen: Your songs are not touching enough, you must be fake!

Fake Qin: mmp (I have no fluctuations in my heart, and I even want to hit someone very much!)