Chapter 95

After saying goodbye to the somewhat depressed Yamamoto classmate, Zhang yuanpiao was in midair, in a quiet daze.

In the star library, you can look up and see the bright and boundless starry sky. Everything is quiet and can only feel extreme peace.

It feels good to be alone.

He has gradually got used to the lightness of weightlessness.

Due to the structure of the human body, the blood pressure of the brain will be higher than usual during weightlessness, which can produce a strange kind of concentration.

This is a purely rational moment, and nothing can disturb him.

Let's go.

He is trying to compare all the essays he read, and draw the best from them, and give birth to a better way.

This state is like a hunter in the forest, searching for clues of prey again and again.

Even though the forest has been searched countless times by countless hunters, he is still tirelessly searching for the missing content.

After thinking for four hours, he sighed a long sigh.

I thought of several improvement schemes.

However, the improvement plan is only an improvement, which will not improve in essence, nor is it the big achievement he wants.

After calculating for a while, Zhang Yuan rejected these schemes on his own.

"No, still no..."

The frustration of this failure has become commonplace in recent months.

No wonder that Ichiro Yamamoto wants to be a sociologist. At least "sociology", as long as you are willing to spend your energy, there is no problem with a paper.

Moreover, the discussion of new civilization is very popular. Even a large number of experts on earth are frantically writing water papers and putting forward various suggestions, so that they are the main builders of civilization.

"Long starry sky, boundless sea of books. Take care of the old things around you and don't forget what I looked like when I came... The star library welcomes you to come as promised next time. "

Soft music suddenly sounded from the headphones.

Whenever this music is played, the library will close in half an hour.

Zhang Yuan raised his head and found that there were no people in the room, only him and a middle-aged man around him.

The middle-aged uncle's name is Elvin. He is a well-known painter. He is worth hundreds of millions on earth.

As a result, Elvin made a different choice at his peak - donated all his value and left with the earth times!

The emergence of this choice made Elvin's reputation soar again.

Artists always have to be independent. Otherwise, how can they be called art? Personality and moral character are also a kind of art.

However, after this period of contact, Zhang Yuan knew that the great painter was also confused about "inspiration".

"Mr. Elvin, what's the big work?" When flying into the rail car, Zhang Yuan asked casually.

"No particularly good inspiration, no good work." Elvin took his computer and handed it to Zhang Yuan.

A map of the starry sky with a grid of "lizer 581g" was drawn by computer.

What art needs is imagination and tension. It does not pursue reality, which is completely different from real photography.

Zhang Yuan looked at the glazed sky. An orange star was rising in the East. There were two moons, one in the East and one in the West.

It seems to be a world full of hope.

"Is this our future home star?"

"Yes, the imaginary parent star, but I personally feel that the painting is not good." Elvin replied.

Zhang Yuan watched it for a long time, and there was no particularly strong resonance.

He did not expect the future home planet to be as beautiful as the earth, and even prepared for acid rain as Titan.

Of course, if this happens, people can only choose another planet to log in. Gliese 581 has more than one planet, at least six.

The second image is a photo image of the Milky way. The silver disk in the center is like a silver ribbon hanging in the sky. The stars are shining brightly.

Although the painting is very good, it always feels that something is missing.

Looking at the pictures, Zhang Yuan smiled and joked, "Mr. Elvin, why can your masterpiece sell so expensive? Maybe my artistic attainments are too low. I really can't see the special good or bad. "

"You don't feel wrong. I also feel that these works are not very good and lack a starry temperament. " Elvin shook his head and replied, "why is it so expensive? How do I know? Maybe those who like painting know more about art than I do, maybe for the need of hype... Anyway, draw one casually, and those people will automatically supplement the connotation of the painting. "

Zhang Yuan couldn't help laughing.

Elvin added, "but before I reach Jupiter, I want to leave a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation! A real masterpiece! "

The peak of human starry sky art is Van Gogh's starry night, because that oil painting is too shocking and completely surpasses the whole era.

When painting the galaxy, any artist must consider the pressure of comparison with Van Gogh.

Although Elvin is a famous painter, it is difficult to compare with the famous Van Gogh.

"Maybe you're making the universe too lively." Zhang Yuan smiled and said, "in fact, the real universe is like this..."

He touched the edge of the black screen with his finger, and suddenly a white dot appeared there.

It's not very good. It's a little crooked.

Then there is no, the outside is completely black, only such a lonely and dark white spot, emitting a little light.

Whether it is the total amount of matter in the universe or human cognition, this white spot is all, and there is nothing else.

In all kinds of world, there are always some lonely souls and some unsolvable things.

This is Zhang Yuan's perception of nature in recent months. What we have is too little compared with what we never had.

Elvin somehow felt that pure emotion.

He was silent for a while and said faintly, "I don't know why. I think you are a great artist? Or... Stop doing scientific research and learn painting from me. "

Zhang Yuanda said: "ha ha, every scientific research worker wants to grasp the real essence of nature. In fact, this essence is very abstract. Maybe from the perspective of ordinary people, there is another kind of artistic beauty. "

Elvin shook his head and said, "I really want to copy your idea. It's almost certain that it's a good masterpiece. Unfortunately, it belongs to you. Sometimes, simplicity doesn't mean bad. Simplicity is actually brilliant... "

Zhang Yuan smiled again: "maybe this idea can be given to you. Only the white dots you draw yourself can sell at a real high price! And the white dots I drew can only be thrown into the dustbin. "